After not seeing Zhu Wuzhao's figure all day long, Wuwei Sword Sect gradually became quiet after a while of liveliness. Night fell, and the monks started evening classes with a melodious bell sound, going to meditate and practice, including Weiming. Gu Sheng was about to look for Zhu Wuzhao again, but unexpectedly, he was pulled to the darkness by a man as soon as he slipped out of the mountain gate.

"Zhu Wuzhao! Why are you here?" It turned out that the person who pulled him aside was the person he was looking for. Zhu Wuzhao raised a finger: "Shh! Sigh down, let me go, I'll treat you to the dragon-eared mink." He raised the prey in his hand, and carried a jar of wine in his other hand. Judging from the marks on the seal, it was a jar of good wine.

Zhu Wuzhao said without saying anything, and pulled Gu Sheng to the cliff where they often barbecue, and raised a bonfire on his own. Gu Sheng saw that he really wanted to roast the dragon ear marten to eat, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart: "You are not serious, are you?" "Why not? I used to call it for food, and it's useless to not eat it, and it's a waste to throw it away! Look, I also bought a jar of good wine!" "You went down the mountain privately..." Gu Sheng quickly shut up, saw that no one around eavesdropped, and then whispered: "I said why don't you see your figure all day? It turns out that you went down the mountain to buy wine."

Just like when dealing with hares before, Zhu Wuzhao peeled the prey, removed the hair and cleaned it up, then used a wooden stick, brushed the seasoning and roasted it on the fire. Gu Sheng looked at the scene in front of him in a daze. If a beast cultivator saw this scene, I wonder what he thought?

Zhu Wuzhao didn't care about that: "Damn it, I was just a slaughter, why didn't I eat it? I finally got such a prey and was happy. It was all because of Jiusheng's old misogyny, but he recognized what kind of dragon-eared marten baby this. Oh, why is my life so hard? It would be fine if I didn't know, now I know... Gu Sheng, you have to remember my goodness. This meal is worth at least tens of thousands or tens of thousands of taels of silver, right?" Zhu Wuzhao said pitifully.

At that time, he didn't forget to count the money. Gu Sheng couldn't help laughing: "You're right. Just imagine that those who have eaten such a big meal for thousands of years may have you and me!" His words were quite bold, and the courage of the first person in the devil's way was unconsciously revealed, which also affected Zhu Wuzhao. The little lord suddenly thrust his chest: "That's right, from ancient times to the present, the meat of the top seven-stage spirit beast?" After all, he couldn't live without one. It's a blessing that he was so bold!

Soon, the meat was roasted. You can't say that there was a lot of spiritual energy in the body of such spirit beasts. The aroma of roasted filled the entire hillside and it would not last for a long time. It was definitely not comparable to that half of the hares.

"Wow, it smells so good!" With a twitching sound of his nose, a sloppy old Taoist fell from the sky, sat beside Zhu Wuzhao, and asked with a salivating face: "Wuzhao, what are you baking?" Zhu Wuzhao was in a bad mood and rolled his eyes and said, "You guess?" "It smells so good, my old Taoist priest has eaten all over the country in his life, but he has never smelled such a fragrance..." His face changed: "I heard that you shot a young dragon-eared marten to death. This is not..." "That's right, do you want to eat it or not, it's just right that you don't want to eat it. It's not enough for us to be so small. Please come back."

"Of course you have to eat!" The sloppy Taoist jumped up from the ground and shouted: "This kind of delicious food may not be eaten once in nine lifetimes, so why wouldn't he not eat it?" He was as open-minded as Zhu Wuzhao. "Then sit down and shut up!" The old Taoist priest sat down obediently.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, and the meat was already roasted. Zhu Wuzhao's originally gloomy mood gradually improved with the scent of the nose. He pulled off one of his hind legs and handed it out. The old Taoist priest reached out to pick it up. Zhu Wuzhao gave him a blank look and handed it to Gu Sheng. The old Taoist priest didn't care at all, and laughed. When Zhu Wuzhao and Gu Sheng each held one of his hind legs and ate it, he died and started eating it.

"How can you not have such delicious wine?" The old Taoist priest really asked a lot, but Zhu Wuzhao had prepared a lot: "Look, what is this?" He didn't expect that the sloppy Taoist priest who would have glittered in his eyes when he saw the fine wine on weekdays, but now he looked like dirt: "How can such inferior wine be worthy of such deliciousness?" Zhu Wuzhao said angrily: "You old Taoist, don't say nonsense: This is the daughter Hong, who has been aged for twenty years. I went down the mountain today and spent a lot of money to buy it." The old Taoist priest smiled and reached into his arms to take out a huge green gourd: "Come on, see what this is?"

The old Taoist priest pulled out the plug and gently shook the gourd. A leisurely fragrance slowly floated out, lingering around the three of them, and it never dissipated for a long time! Zhu Wuzhao was also a master of wine forest. He knew it was good wine as soon as he asked. His nose twitched a few times: "Good wine, good wine, peerless wine!" Even Gu Sheng smelled it, and the fragrance was definitely not an ordinary thing: "What kind of wine is this?" The old Taoist priest carefully covered the gourd, for fear that a drop would sprinkle it out by accident.

"This is Zhao Laosi's treasure, a 150-year-old fine wine." The old Taoist said, Zhu Wuzhao had no reaction, but in Gu Sheng's ears, it was like a thunderbolt: the fourth generation of the God of Baccarat in the God of Baccarat became Zhao Laosi. There is a fairy spring in the God of Baccarat, and wild fruits are abundant on the mountain. In addition to the secret Zuiyang magic skill of the Baccarat, the best skill of the Baccarat in the God of Baccarat, the wine-making skills passed down from generation to generation are even more important.

It is a unique in the world of cultivation, especially the Liuquan wine brewed according to the "Shen Brewing Art" with spring water and wild fruits as raw materials, which is even more famous all over the world. However, the Jiushen Valley has been very stingy in all dynasties, and this wine is rarely seen in the mouths of outsiders. The Liuquan wine for 150 years is not something that ordinary people can get. The fourth generation Jiushen Zhao Zhuoran is not only stingy, but the Jiuyang magic skill has also reached the seventh level and is already the top master in the Nascent Soul stage.

A master like this is still very stingy. He personally guards the door of his wine cellar every day, for fear that others will steal his wine. Gu Sheng was surprised: Who is this sloppy Taoist priest who can get Zhao Laoer's wine?

Zhu Wuzhao was ready to snatch it. He held the flesh legs of the spirit beast in his mouth, and was afraid that he would rush up with both hands. The old Taoist priest quickly protected the wine gourd with one hand: "Don't be anxious, since I took it out, I naturally want to give it to you. I have eaten a lot of food and drinks for you these days, and today I ate the flesh of the spirit beast again, so I naturally have to make some sense." Zhu Wuzhao was satisfied: "This is almost the same!"

The old Taoist priest took out three wine glasses. Gu Sheng saw him take out the wine glass from his dirty clothes and frowned: "Should you wash this wine glass?" The sloppy Taoist chuckled and didn't mind: "Then don't drink it." Gu Sheng shook his head, there was nothing he could do with him.

This wine glass looked even more unnatural. Green light flowed on the wall of the cup, and a purple cyclone swirled in the heart of the cup. Zhu Wuzhao's eyes suddenly shone. Although he didn't recognize the "Qingming Ziyun Cup", he could tell at a glance that this cup was not an ordinary thing.

"This thing is very valuable, right?" Zhu Wuzhao asked, and the old Taoist priest said disdainfully: "Tsk, you know money. This is the treasure of the old Taoist priest, you don't have to make any decisions." The thoughts were exposed, and Zhu Wuzhao felt a little embarrassed no matter how thick-skinned Zhu Wuzhao laughed dryly and stopped talking. She suddenly disappeared and waited for a drink.

The old Taoist priest put his hands on, three cups floating in the air, the green gourd opened, and three clear springs flew out of the gourd and landed steadily in his life. "Hey, do you want to drink?" The old Taoist priest asked Gu Sheng. Gu Sheng saw that the cup should be quite clean. Besides, it would be a pity if he didn't drink such a good cup of wine! "Drink, of course." The old Taoist priest smiled, as expected. He rolled his palms and flew in three directions, one cup for each person. Zhu Wuzhao grabbed the wine glass and stuffed it. Seeing the old Taoist priest shook his head: "You drink so timidly, it really hurts my fine wine." Over there, Gu Shengdao looked very professional. He slowly sucked the wine into his mouth, and then turned around his tongue, so that all the taste cells could taste the wine and swallow it carefully.

"The fragrance is full of fragrance, and it enters the throat and reaches the internal organs! It's been a long time since it's really worthy of the God of Baccarat!" Gu Sheng praised. Although he knew this wine in the spring, he had never drunk it. This was the first time he tasted it. The old Taoist priest had put the wine glass to his mouth. When he heard Gu Sheng say this, he suddenly stopped and asked, "How did you know it's the wine wine?" Gu Sheng said intently that it was not good, and he was exposed. "Isn't this what you said just now?" "Did I say it?" The sloppy Taoist priest got drunk first for the person who was in the mouth. He was a little confused and couldn't remember it clearly. He thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand it very well, and he didn't think about it clearly. He shook his head and drank a glass of wine.

Gu Sheng thought to himself that he was lucky, but fortunately the old Taoist priest was a little confused.
Chapter completed!