Xiaoheshan.
In the huge Xiaohe Mountain, the closest people, apart from the three girls, are Li Ronger and her brother, and they have been treated as relatives.
Not far from the room, there is a secret room with good soundproofing effect. Of course, the sound insulation effect of the bedroom is also first-rate, and it is specially designed for the three girls, especially for Sister Xue...
That secret room was Lian's exclusive room. As long as he entered the room, no one was allowed to disturb him, including his three little wives.
This retreat was the longest since I started practicing cultivation. I didn’t come out for three days and three nights, and I didn’t even take a sip of water.
Although the three women were a little worried, they did not dare to open the door without authorization, because they had been warned not to disturb him unless they were in danger of life or death.
Lin Wei and Ning Xue are both practitioners. They understand that when practicing, they can forget the passage of time, so they don't worry too much and lose their sense of proportion.
They don't know how strong they are now, but when they were sparring, they thought they should be about the same as Huang Long!
In the secret room, I entered the dreamland from the first day of practice.
After arriving, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He finally fell into a dream. As long as he woke up, he would definitely reach the 90,000th level of the Nascent Realm!
After taking a look around, he said this was a small village at the foot of Qixia Mountain.
When I came to Wang Tingsheng's house, I took a look at Xiao Wang Jue. I saw that his age was a little different from last time. It was probably only about one or two years since last time.
Xiao Wangjue was playing with a wooden sword. At first glance, he looked like a young man who had never learned swordsmanship, and he was making formal gestures.
Wang Tingsheng saw that his son was not doing his job, not reading, but always playing with this wooden sword. He couldn't help but asked: "Jue'er, you are gesturing with this wooden sword all day long. Do you want to be a general or a hero?"
"Dad, Jue'er doesn't want to be a general or a hero. Jue'er wants to be a great swordsman!"
Wang Tingsheng was startled for a moment, then he became happy, "This ambition is okay, but before becoming an immortal, can you first solve the problem of food and clothing? Otherwise, you will really become an immortal! You understand, if you understand, hurry up and read a book!"
Xiao Wangjue reluctantly put down his wooden sword and picked up the scroll to read.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!" A Taoist trumpet sounded, and a Taoist priest with his hair tied in Taoist robes walked into the courtyard holding a fly whisk.
Wang Tingsheng stood up quickly to greet him, "Hello, Taoist Priest!"
The Taoist priest has a pockmarked face, which makes him look a bit unusual, but his whole body is definitely that of a Taoist priest. Even the leggings on his feet are in authentic Taoist attire.
"I have met the benefactor, the poor Taoist priest!" The Taoist priest introduced himself.
Xiao Wangjue suddenly asked from the side: "Can Taoist Master drink?"
The wine drinker was startled, then he laughed loudly and patted the seven-inch wine gourd on his waist. "This gourd is specially made to store wine. It can hold one hundred thousand jars of wine. Little donor, do you think I can drink wine?"
Xiao Wangjue muttered: "This Taoist priest not only drinks, but also likes to talk nonsense. How can a small gourd hold a hundred thousand jars of wine? Dad, you can't be deceived by him!"
Wang Tingsheng said quickly: "Don't mind, Taoist Master. My son, Wang Jue, has been nagging a lot lately and I don't know what's wrong with him. If I have offended the Taoist Master, please forgive me!"
"Hahaha! It doesn't matter! A child with a pure heart will mature early and can be taught!"
"Little donor, you said that Pindao likes to brag, how about making a bet with Pindao?"
Xiao Wangjue immediately said to Wang Tingsheng: "Look, Dad, this Taoist not only drinks, brags, but also loves to gamble. The old master said, don't associate with people who tell lies, and learn from good people..."
The master of wine serving: "..."
Can this kid be given a good beating first?
"The little benefactor can be considered a man. I just ask you if you dare to bet! If you are timid and don't dare, just pretend that I didn't say anything!"
Xiao Wangjue quickly shook his head: "I don't dare!"
The wine master almost couldn't catch his breath, and the method of provoking the generals was useless...it didn't follow the routine at all! Pindao... Pindao must beat him up!
Wang Tingsheng also said at the side: "Taoist priest, don't be as knowledgeable as a child, a child's words are unbridled!"
The wine master had an idea and told the king
Tingsheng said: "Donor, would you like me to make a bet with you! Don't refuse me, please listen to what I have to say. I just said that this gourd can hold 100,000 jars of wine. The little donor said that I am bragging!" The poor person can show the donor that what he said is true, but if he fails to do so,"
The sommelier took out a bulging money bag.
"There are three taels of silver in it, and it will all belong to the benefactor. But if the poor Taoist succeeds, the little benefactor will have to practice with the poor Taoist for three years!"
Xiao Wangjue on the side was anxious and shouted quickly: "Dad, don't agree to him, he wants to deceive Jue'er, and he must be trying to trick Jue'er!"
Ten thousand alpacas are running through the head of the wine shop. Is this little guy a spirit?
But little guy, you're half right, Pindao doesn't want to mess with you, Pindao just wants to hit you!
Wang Tingsheng was also weighing the matter, not because he cared about the silver, but if what the wine master said was true, no matter how he looked at it, his wine gourd could not hold even half a jar. If it could really hold a hundred thousand jars, it would not be possible. Just imagine, can the wine master be a mortal? It is Jue'er's blessing that he can practice with such a person!
After hesitating again and again, Wang Tingsheng nodded and said: "Okay, I made a bet with the Taoist Priest!"
Seeing that Wang Tingsheng agreed, Xiao Wangjue looked crestfallen, but the wine connoisseur looked happy, "Son, can't I cure you?"
"It's not easy to show here. Pindao just saw a small river at the entrance of the village. How about moving to it?"
Wang Tingsheng nodded and pulled Xiao Wangjue to follow the wine master to the entrance of the village.
The small river at the entrance of the village is not big, it is estimated to be twenty feet wide, and the water flows continuously.
It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no one by the river.
The wine master took off the wine gourd and said with a smile, "Donor, since you agreed to make a bet, you can't go back on your word!"
Wang Tingsheng had a stern look on his face, "Don't worry, Taoist Master, a gentleman's words can't be chased by a horse!"
The head wine chef glanced at Xiao Wangjue, laughed and said, "In that case, the two benefactors are watching!"
Throwing the gourd into the air, he quickly pinched a few spells with both hands. The wine gourd suddenly floated above the river, with the gourd's mouth facing downwards. A suction force immediately poured the river water into the gourd. The river water was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. ,
Wang Tingsheng and his son opened their eyes wide, as if they wanted to see if this was an illusion! Wang Tingsheng suddenly pinched Xiao Wangjue's arm hard. When Xiao Wangjue screamed, he was sure that this was not an illusion or a dream!
The two of them stared blankly as the water in the river became less and less. In less than a moment, there was only a shallow layer of water left in the river, and even stones on the bottom of the river could be seen...
This wine gourd sucked in eight thousand jars of water instead of one hundred thousand jars!
Wang Tingsheng said quickly: "Taoist, I lost, and I asked the Taoist to put the water back into the river. The villagers still have to live on this river!"
The wine master laughed heartily and glanced at Xiao Wangjue, with a look of success in his eyes, "Little guy, let's see how the poor Taoist slowly takes care of you!"
"That's natural. It's useless even for this water poor Taoist!"
The wine master waved his hand and performed another spell. The wine gourd began to spit out water, just like when it was sucked in, it spit out all the river water!
The river water returned to its original state without any difference.
The head wine chef looked at Xiao Wangjue with a smile. Wang Tingsheng turned to Xiao Wangjue and said:
"Jue'er, from now on you will practice with the Taoist Master for three years. After three years, you will come back after you have achieved success! My father and mother are waiting for you at home!"
Xiao Wangjue looked sad and could only nod in agreement.
