Song Pingcun was originally on guard, but he was suddenly teased and made a huge blush!
What the old man said was without any warning, and the topic changed too quickly.
Song Pingcun blushed. It seemed that he had never thought about these things. The old man was afraid that he was not serious. He said this to the junior when they met, and bowed his hands and saluted: "Old senior, could it be that I am helpless and envious, so I stopped this kid? "He also deliberately emphasized the word "old".
"I'm jealous!" The vulgar words that came out of his mouth shocked Song Pingcun again.
"..." Song Pingcun didn't know how to answer the question.
"Sir, this person is now at the peak of the Heshen realm, but he seems to have descended from it. Pay attention to those shiny things on the ground. They should be the aura gathered and expelled from the body." Liu Yiyi's somewhat uncertain voice sounded in Song Pingcun's sea of consciousness. sounded.
These words frightened him even more than when Song Pingcun was teased by the old man just now! Are there actually people in the world who have surrendered themselves? Song Pingcun circulated the Jishan Heart Sutra and mobilized the spiritual energy of his Dantian and sea. In just a moment, he understood that what Liu Yiyi said was true. The bright red light on the ground turned out to be a compressed form of extremely pure spiritual energy, and it was also a fire-attributed spiritual energy.
But his move made the old man who just laughed and scolded Song Pingcun with disgust stop his drinking movements. A playful smile flashed in his eyes, he put down the gourd in his hand, shook it gently, and said: "Little kid, you have some knowledge. If you really are not going to Wanbaozong, I advise you to turn around and leave here as soon as possible, leaving four widows behind." , but it gives others an advantage.”
Song Pingcun felt a chill in his heart. He felt that there was something in the old man's words. Although he was a little disrespectful and his words were vulgar, there was a hint of goodwill. I thought to myself: "I'm afraid this old man's status is unusual. Judging from the meaning of his words, I'm afraid something big will happen in the market this month."
Although he was a little curious in his heart, since benevolence will lead to benevolence, he was originally just curious about what the market transaction was like, so he naturally didn't worry about it. "Thank you, senior. I'll take my leave now."
"Hey, you kid, aren't you curious about what's going to happen?" The old man became unhappy when he saw that Song Pingcun actually turned around and left without saying a word.
"Old man, you were the one who stopped me, and you were the one who asked me to leave. Why are you blaming me now?" Song Pingcun was confused by this old man's crazy talk.
The old man shook the gourd in his hand and said, "Even if I am too busy, little baby, if you dare to take a sip and be a real man, I will let you go."
Song Pingcun smiled bitterly: "Old sir, this wine is a bit overwhelming!"
"Then are you going to drink or not?"
"You'll go crazy after drinking, don't regret it!"
Song Pingcun took the gourd from the old man's hand and looked at the old man. Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he took a deep breath and poured the gourd into the open mouth.
"Boy, that's the 'turbid wine' that I refined with the turbid breath. It's not a good thing!" Seeing that Song Pingcun was really preparing to drink his own wine, the old man reminded him.
Song Pingcun didn't seem to hear, but he saw a wine-scented liquid coming out of the gourd and entering Song Pingcun's mouth...
"Hey, hey, hey..." The old man was stunned and took back the wine gourd. Some of the splashed wine was wrapped in his spiritual energy and returned to the gourd. "You kid are not afraid of death. I still don't want to part with my wine. You have lived enough at a young age, but you don't want a bunch of beauties!?"
"You asked me to drink, why did you stop me? Give it to me!" Song Pingcun wiped his mouth and said.
"No. You're such a dumb kid! I told you this is not a good thing. It's your own fault and you won't be able to live." The old man covered the gourd and stared at Song Pingcun. The pain on his face was not concealed at all. I don’t know if it’s Song Pingcun who committed the crime or himself.
"Tibetan flower, Mengxiang, Xingdu, Wubucao, turtle tongue..." Song Pingcun started to talk about the thirty kinds of medicinal materials contained in the wine without missing a word. This gourd wine Twenty kinds of poisons and ten kinds of laxatives are all laxatives. No wonder the spiritual energy crystals all over the floor are all given by this wine.
When the words were spoken, the old man was speechless. "Are you okay?"
"Why should anything happen to me?"
"I... hit you, you big-headed devil!" The old man opened his mouth wide and wiped his gourd mouth distressedly. At the same time, a spiritual thought sounded in Song Pingcun's sea of consciousness: "Don't move, let me check!"
Before Song Pingcun could figure out what the old man wanted to do, he felt hot all over, as if he was being covered by a hot towel. When he looked down, he saw that his body was wrapped in a layer of red ice crystals.
"Concentrate the spirit to solidify the essence, and guard the inner energy!" The old man's spiritual thoughts sounded again in Song Pingcun's sea of consciousness.
The sudden situation made Song Pingcun completely confused about what the old man was going to do and how he could possibly follow his words. He subconsciously took a step back. The Jishan Heart Meridian was running, red ice crystals were sucked into the body, and the sea of qi was churning. He finally suppressed it. He opened his left and right hands, and a black wooden stick and a dull sword appeared. The opponent's realm was too high, and he didn't dare to be careless at all.
Seeing Song Pingcun's reaction and alert posture just now, the old man was stunned and smiled bitterly: "I'm kind enough to check if the wine has hurt you. Why are you so excited?"
"I'm fine, I don't dare bother the old man!"
"Are you really sure you're fine?" The fire attribute aura disappeared, like water dripping into the sea, leaving no trace. The old man also put away his cynical demeanor at this time, and his face was full of seriousness. Although it was just a spiritual energy that was emitted along with it, it was not something that a little kid in the physical body realm could block at will.
"Why should I be in trouble?" Song Pingcun said the same words again, no longer hiding his sarcasm. Although his words were tough, his instinctive reaction just now made him forget the other party's state and he almost couldn't suppress it. The wine concocted from thirty kinds of medicinal herbs is indeed used to release the spiritual power in the body. To others, it is like a big wave crashing, and it is irreversible. To him, it is a great tonic. The earliest practice of Jishan Heart Sutra is to exchange elements with medicinal materials, even if the combination of these medicinal materials is too toxic.
The old man didn't pay attention to Song Pingcun's sarcasm, but asked curiously: "Monster, really a monster. A little kid in the body realm really thinks he is a genius. He doesn't know how high the sky is. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died!"
"Old man, are you interesting? Have you had enough fun? I am not in the mood to continue playing with you." Song Pingcun didn't want to get entangled with the other party at this time. He didn't know whether he was an old naughty boy or an old scoundrel. He finally couldn't help it and started to get angry. gush.
"Haha, that's right!" The old man was not angry but happy! "How wonderful! You have to act like a man in front of these little girls. You have been pretending all day long. Come on, show me your temper."
"Look, look at you, you idiot!" Song Pingcun was also very angry. He really met a madman, and he was about to leave in a flash.
"Hey, you dare to run!" A nine-inch-tall little man appeared from above the old man's head. He grabbed forward with his little hand, and a suction force directly pulled Song Pingcun who was already in mid-air.
Song Pingcun only felt that the feeling that his head was like a water bag just now reappeared. He had lost control and was about to fall from the air. However, the black wooden stick in his right hand was spinning in front of him at a strange angle. There was no sound of collision, but Song Pingcun had regained control of his body less than a foot above the ground and did not fall.
On the contrary, the old man who was sitting firmly in the "blacksmith shop" screamed in surprise. "Boy, stabbing someone in the back is despicable!"
Song Pingcun, who had already stood steady, was so angry that he almost cursed again: "Old man, who is this shameless and despicable person? Do you really think that I have a good temper?"
Opening his mouth, the whistle received the help of Consciousness Sea and Zifu for the first time. While the old man was still rubbing his head, he played the song "hù"
) tune" then sounded.
"Wait a minute..." When the old man suddenly heard it, the corner of his mouth just raised, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly supported an isolation spiritual thought. "Baby, stop."
After all, Song Pingcun's two major mental powers were still in their initial form. If the opponent was on guard, he couldn't attack at all, so he had no choice but to stop the whistle.
"I really can't tell, the little kid has two brushes! Where do you rank on the genius list?" The old man finally stood up and spoke. At this moment, his momentum suddenly changed. Even if he was still naked, his majestic temperament could not be faked. .
"What list?" Song Pingcun didn't understand when he heard it.
"Blue Star Elite Disciple Genius Ranking List."
"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."
The old man's scornful aura had just risen when Song Pingcun's words brought him back to his original state. This time he stared at Song Pingcun like a monster, with twinkling stars in his eyes.
Song Pingcun was stared at with horror. He felt as if he had been stripped naked by the old man's gaze. He couldn't help but take a step back. He crossed his stick and sword on his chest, but he didn't know what to say.
"Who is your master?" The old man stared for a long time and finally said something.
Song Pingcun didn't expect the old man to ask such a question, and replied: "What? You still want to get to the bottom of it? Don't say I don't have a master, even if I do, I won't tell you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Pingcun noticed that the stars in the old man's eyes suddenly magnified many times. This time, it was more like a pervert taking a fancy to a beautiful girl, which made him feel like a man's hair stood on end. "Old man, what are you looking at?"
"Hehe, hehe, haha!" The old man suddenly pointed his hands to the sky and even threw away the wine gourd in his hand.
