There are hundreds of wine houses built in Zhuqing Palace. The one who can sell spiritual wine in the houses is at least the old monster Rong Ling.
Most Pimai disciples can only set up simple stalls along the street to display the brewed spiritual wine for monks to drink.
The fees for free tastings are all recorded in the account and paid by the sect. The immortal jade that the monks buy for wine will be obtained by the disciples of Zhuqing Palace.
This sect specializes in brewing spiritual wine, and the wine party was originally held to select disciples who were good at brewing and focus on training them.
In order to earn immortal jade and gain the attention of the sect, each Zhuqing disciple tried his best to attract customers.
Ning Fan walked along the long bamboo forest street, smelling the aroma of wine, and his murderous heart was at peace at this moment. What Lao Mo said is that women and wine are indispensable, and it is indeed true.
Along the road, there were many female stall owners with bright eyes and secretive glances, which attracted many male cultivators to stop in their tracks. Ning Fan was the only one who always remained calm and smiled at the women he interacted with.
Occasionally taste a glass, but never buy wine, nor comment on the quality of spiritual wine. The wine went into his mouth, turned around and left.
Moreover, most of the spiritual wines he drank were of the first grade, with almost no second grade.
Cao Kang, who followed him, complained endlessly. He followed Ning Fan in just to drink more second-grade spiritual wine, so that he could use the power of the wine to hit the bottleneck in the middle stage of spiritual fusion.
He wanted to lead Ning Fan to a stall selling high-grade wine, but Ning Fan seemed to know the way and went in the direction of choosing low-grade wine. In the end, he ended up in the first-grade wine area that specialized in first-grade spirits.
Could it be that Ning Fan knows the way? No, how could a junior Pimai know the way when he came to Zhuqing Palace for the first time?
"This little friend Yunfan comes to Zhuqing Palace for the first time. Unless he can use his spiritual thoughts to explore the surroundings and understand the entire layout of Zhuqing Palace, he will never be able to recognize the way... Exploring Zhuqing Palace with his spiritual thoughts? This is too incredible. Got it!"
As soon as this idea arose, Cao Kang killed it. I just think my idea is really ridiculous.
It is unrealistic to detect the layout of Zhuqing Palace with spiritual thoughts.
Not to mention that Ning Fan is a junior in Pimai and has no spiritual thoughts. Even if they have spiritual thoughts, there is a peak infant-level mind isolation formation in Zhuqing Palace. Unless they are the ancestors of the gods, who can spy on Zhuqing Palace with spiritual thoughts?
"That's all. Little friend Yun wants to drink some spiritual wine, so I'll drink some with him. After all, he paid for the wine..."
Cao Kang still has some advantages. When you receive money from others, you do things honestly.
No longer caring about the quality of the spirit wine, Cao Kang simply followed Ning Fan. When he saw the spirit wine, he took a glass and drank it like a cow chewing peonies.
Ning Fan ignored Cao Kang and his heart. Indulge yourself in a glass of wine. Meditate with wine.
A glass of spiritual wine. When it enters the throat, it turns into a stream of heat, arousing a sense of enlightenment.
When people in the world are sad and in pain, they drink alcohol to dilute their sorrow.
When people are happy and auspicious, they drink alcohol to cheer up the atmosphere.
Why sadness can be diluted, why joy can be remembered even more...
Why do some people know that they will not get drunk after a thousand cups, but when they are sad, they will get drunk after just one cup...
Ning Fan thought secretly. A whole body of Taoist enlightenment is integrated into the wine, and gradually I realize... There is also a truth in the wine.
Wine cannot change people's mood, it only changes the human heart itself.
Mortals are too weak to drink and will get drunk if they drink. The monk has magic power to protect himself, so why can he get drunk?
Looking at the glass of water and wine in his hand, Ning Fan's enlightenment deepened. He realized that as he understood the way of wine, his spiritual will began to sublimate!
It is not a sublimation from great achievement to perfection, but a qualitative change...
On the Star Island, he initially united the three minds of God, Demon and Demon into one, painted a seven-plum snow scene in the sky, and created the art of wind and snow.
In the Lost World Tower, he completely integrated the three artistic conceptions, allowing the three artistic conceptions to merge into a state of grandeur.
The divine will of the eighth-grade rain, the demonic will of the sixth-grade mountain, and the demonic intention of supporting Li of at least the first-grade.
What is the new divine will obtained through the fusion of three artistic conceptions... and what level is it?
Ning Fan didn't know, but that brand new divine will was manifested in Qimei Fengxue, but its level was higher than the first level.
The artistic conception is divided into nine levels. The demonic intention of the carp with the demon general is the ninth level. The demonic intention of Fuli, Four Saints and others is the first level... What level is the artistic conception above the first level!
The glass of wine in his hand was like an introduction, leading to a series of Ning Fan's thoughts.
Ning Fan realized that this wine must have something in common with his new divine will, otherwise, he would not have lost consciousness because of a glass of water and wine.
"What exactly is my new divine will, and what level is it?"
"How can this glass of wine make me lose my mind?"
"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out..."
Ning Fan picked up a bottle of spiritual wine again and again and put it down again and again.
I passed one stall after another, but was disappointed again and again.
No, it's not...this is not the wine he wants. These wines cannot give him full enlightenment and cannot make his divine will rise again.
Ning Fan's mind became increasingly disturbed, which was a sign of failure in enlightenment and the growth of inner demons.
In front of his eyes, memories of past hatred suddenly appeared, which were the humiliations he suffered in Wu Guo Haining when he was a mortal.
"Why do these past events disturb my mind at this moment..." Ning Fan frowned deeper.
Cao Kang, who followed him, was a little stunned.
He secretly wondered why this little friend Yun Fan suddenly became picky and stopped drinking the first-grade spiritual wine. Could it be that he was looking for the second-grade wine?
His brows were furrowed so deeply, as if someone owed him some immortal jade.
Cao Kang was thinking deeply when he was suddenly interrupted by a sound of coughing up blood in front of him.
"This wine...cough!"
Ning Fan picked up the wine glass and took a sip, with a look of surprise on his face. The next moment, the smoldering past in his heart turned into a mouthful of dirty blood... he coughed it out!
This scene simply shocked Cao Kang.
Drinking well, why do you cough up blood?
Cao Kang approached the stall and glanced coldly, realizing that the wine that made Ning Fan vomit blood was just a taste of spiritual wine.
No, it is barely enough to say that it is a spiritual wine. The medicinal power is so thin that it is only a little stronger than ordinary wine.
No, it’s simply Fanjiu with a medicinal smell!
"Little friend Yun vomited blood. Is this wine poisonous? Or is the wine too powerful and hurting Xiaoyou Yun's immortal veins? No way, the bird smell has obviously faded away, how can it have the medicinal power of fart? Is it really poisonous? "
Cao Kang doubtfully picked up a glass of wine, smelled it, looked strange, and drank it down, becoming even more confused.
strangeness. This wine is unpleasant to drink, but it doesn't seem to be poisonous?
Just like water, it simply fades away from the smell of birds, has no medicinal power at all, and cannot improve the cultivation level at all.
But it's really not poisonous.
Cao Kang thought secretly. I couldn't find any reason for Ning Fan to cough up blood.
He accepted Ning Fan's money, but he couldn't be irresponsible for Ning Fan's safety.
"Did you make this wine? Tell me. Why did my friend vomit blood after drinking your wine!"
Cao Kang's eyes darkened and he glanced at the wine stall owner, showing his composure without anger. The stall owner was a young man with a third-level cultivation of Pimai, so he was pitifully weak.
According to Cao Kang, why was Ning Fan vomiting blood? It’s most direct to ask the stall owner directly.
The other party is only a third-level Pulse Pulse Master. And he, Cao Kang, is Rong Ling. How dare that young man lie in front of him!
When questioned by Cao Kang, the young man's face turned pale with fright. His technique for brewing spiritual wine was indeed not good. This batch of spiritual wine was not considered first-class in the strict sense, so it was naturally not good wine.
But even if it is not a good wine, at least there is no problem with its quality and safety. It is absolutely impossible to make someone vomit blood by drinking it!
Just hearing Cao Kang's domineering tone, the young man knew that if he didn't give Cao Kang a satisfactory answer today, the matter would probably become a big deal.
Didn’t you hear what Cao Kang said? The one who vomited blood was Cao Kang’s friend! He is a friend of Old Monster Rong Ling, and he cannot afford to offend a Pimai disciple!
"Cao, Deacon Cao, I really don't know why this brother vomited blood, but I am willing to compensate..."
"Okay! Compensate! If you come up with the apology, my friend will not pursue this matter!" Cao Kang looked back and saw that Ning Fan had wiped away the blood and was deep in thought.
Seeing that Ning Fan was fine, Cao Kang felt relieved. He didn't want to make things worse. He was from Zhuqing Palace after all, and his sect's wine made people vomit blood. He had an excuse to lecture people and claim compensation, but he really wanted to He didn't think it was necessary to do anything to this disciple.
"Yes! This junior is willing to compensate ten or ten pieces of immortal jade..."
The young man was a little scared. Cao Kang was a master of integrating spirits, but he was the outer deacon of Zhuqing Palace and was responsible for these new disciples.
The young man was afraid of offending Cao Kang, so in order to make amends at this moment, he was naturally willing to spend money to eliminate the disaster, but the money was a bit small.
"Ten pieces of immortal jade?"
Cao Kang laughed angrily.
He even gave this young man a chance to apologize. Why is this young man so ignorant?
His wine made Ning Fan vomit blood, so he only paid ten pieces of immortal jade!
Who is Ning Fan? Even if he is just a junior in Pimai, he has a huge amount of immortal jade. If he gives away a piece of immortal jade to others casually, why would he care about a piece of immortal jade from a young man?
"One hundred yuan!" Cao Kang's tone was cold.
"No, it's impossible! One hundred pieces of fairy jade is this junior's entire property..." the young man begged for mercy.
"snort!"
Cao Kang was furious and ignored him. He had given the young man a chance, but the young man didn't sincerely apologize and just beat him.
To accept people's money and eliminate disasters for them, he accepted a thousand immortal jade from Ning Fan.
"You, come here! How much blood does he vomit, how much blood do you pay!" Cao Kang rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to beat someone, which frightened the young man.
This scene made Ning Fan helplessly shake his head. This Cao Kang was actually a righteous person. He thought that the boy was the cause of his vomiting blood, so he wanted to find trouble for him?
But Ning Fan, the dignified man, when did he need to find a junior Fusion Spirit to find a place with a Pulse Pulse Ant?
"Fellow Daoist Cao, please be patient. There is nothing wrong with the wine. I vomited blood for other reasons and it is none of his business."
Ning Fan fluffed his sleeves to block, but Cao Kang felt that his fist was weak, and he couldn't muster any strength. He felt strange in his heart.
"Little friend Yun, are you really okay?"
"It's okay. This wine is good. I want all of it. How much does it cost?" Ning Fan asked with a smile.
"Uh, you still buy it! Aren't you afraid of vomiting blood after drinking it?" Cao Kang said with a strange expression.
"I will no longer vomit blood. That mouthful of blood was the result of the hatred I had harbored when I was young, and I have only vomited it out now. Thanks to this mouthful of blood, I finally understand why this wine can make me feel so many things...that's how it is."
With the help of this cup of water and wine, Ning Fan unexpectedly gained a great enlightenment.
"Brother Yun, Yun, I brewed this wine, and it's worth immortal jade... Well, but I don't dare to charge you for it. You are a friend of Senior Cao, so I will give this wine to you..."
The young man was too afraid of Cao Kang and would never dare to accept money from Ning Fan.
"Really, you don't accept money, but I, Yunfan, can't ask for your things for free. This wine is very good, it's the wine from my hometown... Your ancestors were monks from the Wu Kingdom among the Eight Hundred Cultivation Kingdoms, right?" Ning Fanxiao asked.
"Yes, Brother Yun's ancestors were also monks from the Wu Kingdom!" The young man was overjoyed, feeling like he was meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
"Well, Wu Guo's wine is always unforgettable. There is nostalgia and resentment. I thought I had forgotten the grudges of the past, but in the end I found that there are too many things in this world that I can't mention. I can't let go. Then The blood in my mouth is still in my heart. Until the last moment, I drank the Wu wine you brewed. Only when my mind is clear can I cough out... Hatred is not so easy to let go. Wine cannot dilute memories, only the human heart is forgotten. "
Ning Fan's words made Cao Kang and the young man stunned, both of them were inexplicable. Ning Fan didn't explain too much, just patted the storage bag. Take out a bottle of Pimai Dan. Give to young people.
"You don't accept the fairy jade. That's fine, I'll give you the elixir. You have a weak personality and you can't always tolerate being bullied. A monk should always straighten his spine in his life before he can ask questions. opportunity."
Leave the elixir behind and take away all the spiritual wine. Ning Fan left directly, while Cao Kang was completely stunned.
Pulse Pulse Pill! You can’t go wrong! Ning Fan gave the young man a whole bottle of Pulse Pulse Pill! At least twenty!
How much is this worth, at least 1 immortal jade!
Buying a bunch of useless mortal wine and spending 1 immortal jade is really a big deal.
"What a waste! This is not the way to use money! Even if this little friend Yun has no concept of money, he should understand the preciousness of the Pulse Pulse Pill! Or, this little friend Yun is not strong in cultivation, but his family has a strong background. I’m used to seeing the Pulse Pulse Pill, but I don’t care about this pill at all? Could it be that there is actually a Golden Pill in his family?”
Cao Kang took a deep breath and looked at Ning Fan's back, feeling more and more that his guess was right.
How could someone who is not a descendant of the Jindan family spend so much money...
Complex glanced at the young man and Cao Kang said coldly, "My friend is fine. You're lucky. You can continue to set up a stall and don't mention what happened before to anyone!"
"Yes, I don't dare to say nonsense." The young man held a bottle of Pimai Dan, his heart almost flying out of his throat with excitement.
Cao Kang snorted and quickly caught up with Ning Fan.
Seeing Ning Fan finally walking out of the area of Yipin Spiritual Wine, before he could be happy, he saw Ning Fan walking into the area of Fanjiu.
This time, Ning Fan made up his mind to drink Fan wine.
Cao Kang wanted to cry but had no tears. He followed Ning Fan because he wanted to eat well and drink spicy food, but he didn't want to drink ordinary wine. Is that possible?
"Little friend Yun, the wine is not good to drink. I have a good friend of Rongling in Zhuqing Palace who brews extremely delicious second-grade spiritual wine. How about I take you to drink it? If you are happy with it, just buy a few bottles. It would be better if you give it to me. Don't worry, I have a good relationship with that person, so it's not difficult to give him a discount..." Cao Kang almost begged.
"No need, I think Fanjiu is good."
"Hey..." Cao Kang sighed heavily.
He secretly thought to himself, Ning Fan definitely doesn’t understand wine. Even fools know that first- and second-grade spiritual wine is better than ordinary wine, but he insists on drinking ordinary wine... It’s not wrong. Ning Fan definitely doesn’t understand wine. He is just drinking for fun. !
Cao Kang really wanted to leave Ning Fan alone and go to the second wine tasting area with a yellow-level bamboo card to have a good drink.
But when I thought that Ning Fan didn't understand wine, I was worried that Ning Fan had been deceived and spent a lot of money to buy Fan wine.
"That's all, I'll just follow Little Friend Yun to prevent him from being deceived... Ahem, it seems like I can't even take a sip of the second-grade spiritual wine while I'm guarding Little Friend Yun today..."
It was impossible for Cao Kang to know what Ning Fan was thinking.
Ning Fan's heart was immersed in the Wu wine brewed by the young man. He patted the storage bag, took out a jar of Wu wine, and drank it all in one gulp, feeling quite heroic.
"Good wine!" Ning Fan praised.
"You have definitely never drunk real good wine..." Cao Kang cursed.
Cao Kang cares about the medicinal power of wine, but Ning Fan cares about the truth in wine.
With a sip of Wu wine, he suppressed his past grudges, coughed up the stagnant blood clots, and his mind became clear.
"Wu wine stirred up my memories, so I coughed up blood and suppressed my inner demons. Wine can dilute sad memories, and it can also preserve happy memories. Wine can forget worries, and wine can add fun. The former is forgetfulness, while the latter is Don’t forget…”
"Forgetting means erasing memories. Not forgetting means freezing memories. There are three thousand avenues in wine, and what I see from wine is between forgetting and not forgetting...the way of memory!"
"Memory! My new divine intention must be exactly the word memory!"
Ning Fan finally understood why he enhanced his spiritual power because of drinking.
Because his three artistic conceptions are unified into one, the sublimated artistic conception is the word memory!
Memories are an artistic conception that is completely different from other artistic conceptions such as rain and mountains.
The rain has substance, the mountains have substance, but the memories... are intangible!
If we talk about the ninth-grade artistic conception, it is the first artistic conception.
Then the artistic conception of memory created by the fusion of Ning Fan's three thoughts is the second artistic conception, which is stronger than the intention of supporting separation!
This is the process of turning from real to virtual.
Ning Fan secretly guessed. Will there be a third step of divine will in the world, from virtual to real!
Such steps are in line with the path of cultivation pioneered by the Immortal Emperor!
The divine will of rain can influence the weather. The magical meaning of mountains can simulate mountains.
And memories. But it can control and tamper with the monk's memories, causing the monk to become confused and self-destructive.
In the wine area, Ning Fan walked past each stall.
Drinks to sample. They are all ordinary wines and are looked down upon by other monks. But to Ning Fan, these mortal wines were extremely precious and he could drink them all in one gulp.
Although these drinks are ordinary, they are enough to stir up Ning Fan's memories.
Scenes of grudges and killings came to mind, between the alternation of memories. Ning Fan's memory mood improved step by step.
From Dacheng. Slowly transitioning towards perfection.
His most cherished memories. It was just the most ordinary time.
What he wants to protect the most is precisely the close relatives who have accompanied him from ordinary life to the top of immortality.
"Although this wine is ordinary, it has my memories. I am originally an ordinary person. I became an immortal because I was unwilling to be humiliated. I rebelled against the immortal because I wanted to protect my mortal relatives."
"The divine intention of the rain, the evil intention of the mountain, and the evil intention of supporting Li are three completely different artistic conceptions that cannot be integrated. The reason why they can be integrated is because of my memories... I used my memories of Qimei to draw In this memory, I forcibly merged the three artistic conceptions... The new artistic conception after the fusion is the artistic conception of the second step of cultivation... the artistic conception of memories!"
"I didn't understand before that why monks can get drunk when mortals get drunk. Now I understand..."
"When a mortal is drunk, his body is drunk. When a monk is drunk, his heart is drunk. Magic power can protect the body, but it cannot protect the heart. If there is pain in the heart and longs for drunkenness, one will eventually become drunk. What is drunken? I once asked myself, The answer I got was that I died of alcohol or drunkenness, but I still didn’t understand at that time what I died of. Now I know that what I died of was...the heart! If the heart is dead, everyone will get drunk if the wine is not intoxicating..."
Ning Fan drank all the way. He was still drunk in the first drink, but not drunk at all in the next drink, constantly switching between drunk and not drunk.
His heart was choosing among memories, constantly choosing to forget or not to forget.
Love and hatred, these two things, he cannot forget, but other than these, he can forget everything.
Cao Kang was secretly surprised. Ning Fan at this moment gave him the illusion that he could only look up.
There was an aura about Ning Fan that could only be seen by the old monster who transformed into a god.
This temperament can infect Cao Kang. This temperament is called the artistic conception of memories.
Cao Kang stood next to Ning Fan, and scenes of past memories came to his mind like a tide, making him unable to control himself.
A young man practiced Taoism, bid farewell to his parents, succeeded in learning Taoism, and his parents died... A series of past events came to Cao Kang's mind, making him shed tears, and suddenly he just wanted to drink to relieve his sorrow.
Gradually, he began to taste the wine, and gradually he became a little drunk.
Because his heart was confused, disturbed by Ning Fan's power of memories.
And Cao Kang was even more shocked to discover that his memory seemed to be changing, as if it was about to be tampered with by life!
He had never heard of anyone being able to tamper with memories.
Searching for souls and destroying memories is easy, but tampering with memories is difficult!
What is memory? That word "return" is reincarnation, and that word "recall" is memory.
Memories are memories preserved in reincarnation. No one can tamper with them except the reincarnation of Heaven.
Cao Kang secretly guessed that the strangeness in him was caused by Ning Fan.
For the first time, he began to doubt Ning Fan. He doubted him, not Pimai!
"Yun, little friend Yun, who are you... are you the senior Jindan! I don't think you are Pimai!"
"I am who I am!"
Ning Fan immediately stopped his steps, his eyes cleared, and he put away the power of memory. At this moment, his memory and artistic conception were only one step away from breaking through.
He did not continue to comprehend because there was a crowd of people in front of him blocking his way.
A large number of monks were vaguely surrounded by fourteen women, twelve of whom were maids and two were masters. The details were not clear.
"Everyone, please exit the wine area immediately! Make no mistake! Miss Tantai wants to drink here!"
Four Fusion Spirit old monsters strode forward, driving away the few monks in the Fanjiu area.
The four of them glanced at Ning Fan. At first they saw that it was just a pulse, but they didn't take it seriously. When they looked at Cao Kang again, three of them were startled. Only one middle-aged man sneered, as if Cao Kang had an old grudge.
"Cao Kang, the distinguished guest is here, why don't you take your junior and get out of here quickly!" The man's name was Gong Hao. He had always been at odds with Cao Kang, and his tone was extremely rude.
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