Purple Bamboo Wine was a specialty of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
There was a purple bamboo forest in the immortal mountain.
It was full of purple bamboos.
Although there were no flowers in the purple bamboo forest, one could smell a faint fragrance when approaching it.
It was said that the purple bamboos were a special product of the Small Leiyin Temple in the Aparagodaniya Continent.
Many years ago, an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was addicted to wine. He spent a lot of effort to transplant the soil and purple bamboos from the Aparagodaniya Continent into the immortal mountain.
When the purple bamboos just grew, a special distiller's yeast was injected into the bamboo cavity with a special technique.
Then, a Spirit Gathering Formation was set up near the purple bamboo forest.
As the purple bamboos grew day by day, they absorbed the morning dew and the night frost. After a long time, the water droplets would seep into the bamboo. At least ten years, the wine would be naturally formed.
However, ten years was only the basic requirement.
Ten years to form the wine and sixty years to brew it.
Purple Bamboo Wine meant that the wine had been growing in the purple bamboos for sixty years. It was called the ancient cellar of the immortal mountain.
Purple Bamboo Wine was produced very quickly. Once it was produced, it would be produced in tons. Even ordinary disciples could drink it. It had the effect of prolonging one's life and helping to absorb energy … It was also very fragrant.
As for Purple Bamboo Wine, it was produced very little. After all, it needed a certain age to produce it. Only people with a certain status in the sect could drink it.
Fortunately, not every cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Sect liked this wine. Otherwise, the small forest alone would not be able to satisfy such a demand.
Chen Bei was indeed a wine lover.
At first glance, he recognized that it was Purple Bamboo Wine and not ordinary Purple Bamboo Wine. He only needed to carefully observe the sealed bamboo joints. There was a hint of black in the purple and a hint of moist in the pink. It looked like it had been through the vicissitudes of life and was quite old.
Chen Bei immediately blushed. He did not even care about his chores anymore. He threw away his ax and led Irin to his room.
He slammed the door shut and lit the oil lamp. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
Irin looked around. Chen Bei's action of secretly lighting the oil lamp after closing the door was similar to lighting the lamp in the toilet.
"Hey, Little Lin, how did you know that I … like this wine?"
Irin pointed behind Chen Bei's butt. "One day, I accidentally dug the soil and buried a few jars there."
Chen Bei was stunned. "You dug … dug into my room?"
No wonder he had sensed that the soil on the jars of secret treasures had been moved.
"Ahem, an accident, an accident."
Irin quickly stuffed the Purple Bamboo Brew into Chen Bei's hands.
Chen Bei laughed dryly. He didn't ask about the origin of the wine and just drank it.
Let's get drunk today ~
Irin handed him a carpenter's knife. Chen Bei held it in his hand and hesitated for a moment. Then, he hardened his heart and cut open the purple bamboo seal.
Instantly, a sweet fragrance filled the air like honey.
Irin started drinking as well.
Although he was not a good drinker, this Purple Bamboo Brew had been brewed for sixty years. When he drank it, it tasted like honey. It was sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not overpowering. It melted in his mouth and refreshed his soul. In terms of taste, it was many levels higher than ordinary wine.
Irin drank it like a drink. Anyway, it was not a waste to drink it. It was said that it was very helpful for cultivation.
As he drank the sixtieth grade Purple Bamboo Brew, he was deeply moved by the generosity of his two masters.
Gratitude ~
The old man and the young man were filled with gratitude. They drank the wine happily.
After three rounds of toasting, they drank.
Irin burped and his face was slightly red.
The Purple Bamboo Brew did not taste like alcohol. However, when it entered the throat, it was like a fire burning in the stomach. It was very satisfying.
"Am I … drunk?"
Irin mumbled. The Chen Bei in front of him seemed to have learned the Shadow Clone Technique. There were double images of him.
"No, you're not drunk ~"
Chen Bei gulped down another mouthful. He was in a good mood and decided to drink some wine. Therefore, Chen Bei generously dug out a jar of wine from the hidden wine buried in the room. After the two of them finished the Purple Bamboo Brew, they used the kongzhu as a cup and drank from the jar.
"Awesome!"
Chen Bei exhaled a mouthful of alcohol. Irin did not notice that in the forest far away, a group of wild cranes flew up. A strange wind blew over the dense forest.
Irin did not expect the Purple Bamboo Brew to be so intoxicating. However, at this moment, not only did he not feel drunk, but he also felt very clear-headed. His mind was unusually active.
Yi Lin used the excuse of being slightly tipsy to talk about her troubles.
"Uncle Chen, I want to ask you. How can two completely different systems be combined?"
"System?" Chen Bei narrowed his eyes. He did not understand this term.
"For example, a Buddhist cultivation technique and a Daoist cultivation technique."
"Bastard!" Chen Bei trembled with anger. "How can you mix Taoist techniques and Buddhist techniques together?"
"What if I insist on mixing them?"
"If you can, then mix them together ~ Burp ~"
"But I can't mix them together!"
Irin raised his head and drank.
"Hey, you're walking too fast." Chen Bei pointed at Irin's nose and laughed. He looked at him with disdain. "Sometimes, it's not a good thing to walk too fast. Slow down and look back. Maybe you'll find something unexpected."
"Really? Burp ~ I think I'm pretty fast too. This is the trouble of smart people! "
Irin shook his head and sighed. His breath was fragrant with alcohol.
"Yes, it's the trouble of smart people."
Chen Bei seemed to have thought of something. A hint of sadness appeared in his cloudy eyes. However, when he blinked and closed his eyes, the sadness disappeared.
"Right, I wanted to go to Mount Circumference to learn formations, but those two stubborn rams refused. What should I do?"
"Formations? Why do you want to learn formations for no reason? "
"I like it!"
"Tsk, they refused, so you stole their Purple Bamboo Brew? This is Purple Bamboo Brew. It's 60 years old. Damn it … How dare you! "
Actually, Chen Bei was thinking, 'Why didn't I have such thick skin when I was young?
If I had such thick skin, I could drink any kind of wine! '
"Cough, cough, don't talk nonsense. I'll sue you for slander. That's borrowing. That's borrowing. Do you understand?"
"You borrowed it well, you borrowed it wonderfully! I, Old Chen, have been craving for it for many years. Can I borrow some more tomorrow? "
Irin was stunned. Chen Bei was so bold that he wanted to steal the elder's hidden wine. He hesitated for a moment. The wine was indeed delicious, but there were only seven bottles in the Rams' wine cellar. Irin had secretly taken two bottles. That left … five bottles! If he took more, it would be a little too much.
Thinking of this, Irin lowered his voice guiltily and muttered, "This … This isn't good, right?"
"Old Chen, I don't think you're such a coward."
Chen Bei was going all out for 60 years of good wine. He used the alcohol as an excuse to instigate Chen Bei.
"Tsk, I'm not a coward. I'm just understanding right and wrong. I can't overstep … "
Smack!
Chen Bei squinted and threw an inconspicuous token at Irin's feet. "Take this stupid thing and go to Circumference Mountain. You said you want to be apprenticed. Even if Ren Qingshan doesn't want to, he has to take it. "
Swoosh.
The token landed on the ground with a thud. Irin's hand speed was so fast that it almost exploded. He kept the token in an instant.
This sudden burst of hand speed stunned Chen Bei. He found it unbelievable.
Was this the hand speed of someone who was half-drunk and half-sober?
Did you use a forbidden technique?
"Let's have a toast with Old Chen! We'll drink the Purple Bamboo Wine tomorrow! "
"Hey, cheers! For good wine! "
"Cheers!"
…
…
Irin did not know when he fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes, Irin felt as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump.
Looking at the wine jars on the ground, Irin gradually recalled what happened last night. He felt his scalp go numb.
F * ck, I drank too much!
He's still a kid!
Uncle Chen, how dare you get a kid drunk!
Irin did not know whether to laugh or cry. He opened the door and rushed out. He realized that the sun was already high up in the sky. It was clearly noon. The problem that Irin was facing now was which noon it was.
He recalled what happened that night when he was drunk as he walked on the path.
Uncle Chen Bei must have gone to work. He could not find him along the way.
What caused Yi Lin to click his tongue in wonder was that the Violet Bamboo Wine was really not an ordinary wine. When he woke up with a hangover, he did not feel any headache, nausea, or palpitations. Instead, he was full of energy. He walked as if he was flying. When he ran, he felt as if his legs had grown longer.
He checked carefully and was even more surprised.
He cultivated the Heavenly Rapier Sect's entry-level classic, Miscellaneous Records of the Sword. It was used to build his foundation. He had cultivated a few cyclones and barely reached the fifth level of the Qi Channeling realm. However, after a few nights of hangover, he had risen to the eighth level of the Qi Channeling realm.
This was like a bird gun being replaced with a cannon!
Because he ran in a hurry, there was a thin layer of sweat on his body. If one looked carefully, there was a bit of black and greasy dirt in the sweat. It was so dirty that Irin wanted to rush back to his room immediately to get a basin of water to clean himself up.
Along the way, Yi Lin didn't have any lapses, but he understood many things. He touched the inconspicuous token in his pocket and pondered.
So Uncle Chen was really the hidden examiner of the handyman class!
So this was the setting!
…
Around noon.
Irin returned to the Preaching Courtyard with great difficulty.
At this moment, the gate of the Preaching Courtyard was wide open … wide open.
It gave people the feeling of "come in if you have the guts."
Irin was stunned for a moment. The open gate led directly to the courtyard.
In the courtyard, the two masters were having a fit. One of them was holding a white piece while the other was holding a black piece. Both of their hands were raised high. Irin walked from the door to the chessboard. For more than ten seconds, their hands did not move. They seemed to be waiting for something.
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