Mu Jingyu didn't expect that he, who called himself an alcoholic, was not as good at brewing as the Qi Jue scholar, and he felt a little funny at the moment.
"The old senior will definitely not be convinced if he loses at the hands of the Qi Jue scholar."
"I'm convinced, how can I not be convinced!" The drunkard puffed his beard and glared, shouting proudly: "Although the old winemaker is not as good as him in making wine, his ability to drink wine is far greater than him!"
Then he smiled mysteriously and said: "Although I am not as good at brewing as he is, I have some skills that are beyond his reach."
Mu Jingyu was intrigued by him, and asked immediately: "Old senior, what other skills do you have that can make the Qijue scholar fail to catch up? Could it be your ability to drink."
In just a short while, the drunkard had already taken several large gulps. Thinking about how many times he had taken a few sips, he felt a little unbearable, but the drunkard picked up the wine gourd and took one sip after another, just like drinking water, without any trace of drunkenness at all.
The drunkard shook the wine gourd in his hand and said mysteriously: "Boy, look at me, old drunkard, I drink one mouthful after another. Can I add wine to it?"
Mu Jingyu thought about it carefully and found that the drunkard had indeed not filled it with alcohol in the past few days. Even this small gourd cannot hold several kilograms of wine.
However, on second thought, I thought that this wine gourd was an immortal magic weapon. Although it is small, it is no more than a square inch, but it is large enough to carry three to five people. Maybe there is something special inside, and maybe it can hold more than a hundred kilograms of wine.
Seeing Mu Jingyu's eyes rolling back and forth, the drunkard knew what he was thinking, so he shook his hand and said, "Boy, there is no secret in my wine gourd."
Before Mu Jingyu could guess, the drunkard revealed the mystery himself: "Actually, I put a piece of inanimate stone inside. After my refining, the inanimate stone has long been integrated with the wine gourd. After absorbing it, After absorbing the aura of the wine gourd, the energy will continue to produce this immortal brew, and it will never be exhausted."
"Inanimate stone? What is this?" Mu Jingyu asked out of curiosity as this was the first time he heard such a thing.
The drunkard said: "This inanimate stone is actually the source of the most precious inanimate water among the three rootless waters. At that time, I also found such a small piece of inanimate stone by chance, so I could Become one with this wine gourd and create an endless supply of wine gourds."
When Mu Jingyu heard this, the scene in Wuji Ruins nine years ago flashed through his mind.
Back then, when he was poisoned by the Scarlet Charming Fairy, Mo Yunshen and Guo Qingshan protected him and went to Wuji Ruins to seek treatment from Master Lingzhi. Later, Mo Yunshen taught him the introductory skills of Jiuhua Mountain under the rootless water of Wuji Ruins.
Therefore, when Mu Jingyu heard the drunkard talk about rootless water, he immediately understood the subtlety of it.
"Hahaha, old man, this boy of rootless water also knows a thing or two. I'm afraid there are only a few places in the entire Nine Provinces. It's really surprising that you can always find one of its sources."
When Mu Jingyu said this, he changed the subject and said, "Could it be that... the inanimate stone in your old hand was snatched from the Wuji Ruins?"
The drunkard's face changed slightly, and he quickly reprimanded: "Nonsense! This stone is something that the old drunkard worked hard to find, but it has nothing to do with the old Taoist priests in Wujixu. If you dare to gossip, be careful, old drunkard. I will pull out your tongue."
The more the drunkard said this, the more Mu Jingyu became suspicious. This inseparable stone was inseparable from Wuji Ruins.
While the two were talking and laughing, they had walked three or four miles along the official road. When passing by a remote mountain forest, the drunkard suddenly stopped and frowned at the fields on the left side of the official road.
Mu Jingyu stopped curiously and took a few glances in the direction the drunkard was looking.
On the left side of the official road, I saw a large rice field that was about to mature. Behind the rice fields, a small village is faintly revealed. However, what is surprising is that the entire rice field is empty, and not a single villager is seen working in it.
"Old senior, is there anything wrong here?" Mu Jingyu took a few glances and found nothing unusual. Seeing that the drunkard was still standing still, he couldn't help but ask.
The drunkard raised his hand and shook it slightly to signal Mu Jingyu to silence. After a while, he whispered: "Little friend Mu, look at the village not far away, does it look a little weird?"
Mu Jingyu nodded when he heard this and said: "Logically speaking, it is early in the morning, and all the villagers should be working in the fields. But looking at the situation in the village in the distance, there seems to be no one."
"Then little friend, do you dare to follow the old Jiutou to see the village?" After the drunkard finished speaking, he walked towards a dirt road next to the official road.
Mu Jingyu followed a few steps, caught up with the drunkard and asked: "Old senior, aren't you rushing to Yaowang Valley to help the medical fairy refine the antidote? Now you have to go to the village again, won't you be wasting your time? ."
The drunkard replied: "My little friend, we are not in a hurry at this moment. You should follow me to the village to take a look. It won't take long."
Mu Jingyu saw the drunkard's serious face, and seemed to have discovered something. He didn't say much at the moment and followed the drunkard towards the village in the distance.
The further inside you go, the weirder the surroundings become. Not only was there no sound of people in the entire village, there was no sound of barking dogs, as if it were a lifeless village.
After passing through dozens of acres of rice fields, a small village appeared in front of us. Moreover, from the center of the village, human voices could be faintly heard.
Mu Jingyu couldn't help but feel a familiar feeling in his heart. The massacre of the village that just happened a month ago came to mind again.
"Old senior, there seems to be something going on in the village, we'd better be careful."
The drunkard said proudly: "Why, are you scared, little friend Mu? Don't worry, the old drunkard's cultivation level is not as good as that of Elder Wu from Linjue Temple, but looking at the entire Jiuzhou, there are not many people who can scare me." personal."
Mu Jingyu was convinced. Based on the drunkard's current cultivation level, he did have such confidence.
There were hundreds of villagers lying on the ground in a large open space in the center of the village. Each of their faces was sallow, and veins of blood were popping up all over their bodies. He was moaning constantly, obviously suffering from great pain.
A strange man in black robe walked around the villagers. If he found someone with mild symptoms, he would take out a porcelain bottle, pinch their nose and mouth, and pour the powder into their mouth.
As the medicine foam entered the mouth, the villagers showed extremely painful expressions. His hands kept tearing at his mouth and nose, trying to vomit out the drops. These drops of medicine melt in your mouth and are instantly integrated into every part of your body.
"Jie Jie Jie, now that you have swallowed the poison that the elixir has worked so hard to prepare, don't even think about spitting it out again. If you are lucky, you can still wait until the day when the medical fairy prepares the antidote."
The black-robed weirdo smiled ferociously and tore off the arm of the villager who was still struggling to extract the poison. After watching him wailing in pain, he actually showed a somewhat satisfied smile.
"Brother, there are two other villagers hiding here, and I found them!"
Not far away, a tall and thin man in gray clothes, holding a villager by one hand, walked over from the end of the village with long strides.
The two villagers he held tightly were actually a woman in her twenties and a girl only five or six years old.
As the man in gray spoke, he raised his hands at the same time and threw the two of them over in the air. The woman's body fell heavily to the ground, but still did not stop its strong inertia. After sliding on the ground for a distance of seven to eight feet, it stopped at the feet of the black-robed weirdo.
Before she could recover, the girl fell on her, causing her to groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, you are not injured!"
The woman had no time to check her injuries, so she slowly turned around and hugged the fallen girl. She was relieved when she saw that she was not injured.
"Mom, look what's wrong with daddy! There are beads of sweat on his head, and something is crawling all over his face. It's so scary!"
The girl pointed in horror at the man whose arm was broken by the weird man in black robes, and screamed tremblingly.
The woman quickly turned her head when she heard the words, and happened to see the man struggling in pain. After wailing, she crawled over using her hands and feet.
"Brother Hu, what's wrong with you? Your face looks so scary!"
The man held back the severe pain, raised his remaining arm, pointed at his mouth, and said hesitantly: "Sister Sakura, please, never swallow... this thing. Take it with you. Daughter, run...run..."
Before he could say a few words, the weird man in black robe stepped on his face. There were only a few crunching sounds, and the swollen blood vessels on the man's face suddenly burst. Several streams of foul-smelling blood mixed with brown liquid spurted out like a fountain.
"ah……!"
The little daughter had never seen such a terrifying scene before, and she was so frightened that she burst into tears. The woman opened her mouth in horror, trying to move the black-robed weirdo's feet away from her man's face.
However, when he saw the word run repeated in his lips that he was trying to open, he picked up his daughter who was still crying and staggered up, trying to escape.
The tall, thin man in gray clothes standing nearby snorted coldly and was about to stop them. The weird man in black robe waved his hand and said: "Third brother, let's see where the two of them can run."
At the same time, there was a slight exertion on the foot, and a bang was heard. The man ran away and was choked with a lump in his throat. He rolled his eyelids and was trampled to death by his foot.
The woman held the child in her arms and ran a few steps in a panic when she was tripped to the ground by the scattered villagers, just in time to hear the banging sound. Turning around, I saw the man's head being crushed by the black-robed weirdo's kick, and his bulging eyeballs were squeezed out of their sockets, hanging outside.
"Brother Tiger...!"
The woman cried out, seeing her man die tragically at his feet. She burst out of strength from nowhere, almost madly, and stood up, throwing herself at the black-robed weirdo not far away.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, I wanted to save your life just now, but you are so ignorant that you still want to fight me desperately! Then don't blame me for being rude."
The weird man in black robe slowly poured out some powder from the porcelain bottle. He first put it under his nose and smelled it, then took a deep breath intoxicatedly, then moved his lips slightly, and a burst of true energy rolled up the powder and floated it in the air. After turning around a few times, it accurately landed in the woman's mouth.
These drops of medicine dissolved in her mouth, mixed with saliva, and she swallowed it.
"What are the things you gave me to eat..."
Before the woman finished speaking, she felt dizzy. Inside the body, it seemed as if there were countless insects crawling around, eating away at the internal organs. The skin all over my body also itched unbearably, and my hands were scratching uncontrollably.
In just a few breaths, like other villagers, her whole body turned sallow, and her blood vessels gushed out.
Seeing the woman's painful expression, the black-robed weirdo couldn't help feeling relieved. He licked his lips and looked at the little girl who was still crying. Then he poured out some more powder, pretended to be kind, and walked to the little girl's side.
"Little girl, uncle is here to give you something good to eat. You must be obedient."
Although the woman was in pain, she still did not forget her child. She held back the severe pain and shouted loudly: "Little flower, don't eat it, don't eat it..."
The little girl looked at her mother's painful expression and forgot to cry for a moment. Instinctively, she took a few steps back. First, she glanced at the weird man in black robes, and then said firmly, "You are a bad guy! Xiaohua will not eat anything given by a bad guy!"
"Little girl, it's not up to you!"
The weirdo in black robe held the little girl's chin with one hand and poured the medicine into her mouth with the other hand.
After doing all this, the black-robed weirdo clapped his hands and looked sideways at the woman crawling to the little girl's side on hands and feet, with a cruel smile on his lips.
