Shu Pinghui looked away from Huo Xiumao, looked back at Jing Yingrong, and found that a large bowl had been placed in front of Jing Yingrong at some point.
Jing Yingrong was pouring spring wine into a bowl with curiosity in his eyes.
Shu Pinghui: "Rong Rong, what are you doing?"
Jing Yingrong: "Pour them together."
"Ah?" Shu Pinghui looked confused, "Why do we have to pour them together? Can we still drink it?"
Jing Yingrong: "Because I want to know what kind of wine it will be if I mix them."
While speaking, she had poured all the wine in the four wine bottles.
"It's not poisonous, has no negative effects, and can be drunk."
As soon as he finished speaking, small bubbles suddenly appeared in the clear wine in the bowl.
Jing Yingrong said "Oh" and said: "It's fused."
"...I always feel that it's a bit dangerous..."
Shu Pinghui stared at the bubbles and whispered.
Just as the two of them were waiting for the four kinds of wine to be fused, Wu Yaochen's voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Did you drink too quickly?"
There was a slight smile in his voice, mixed with watching a good show, gloating and other unknown emotions.
Jing Yingrong and Shu Pinghui followed Wu Yaochen's gaze and saw that the wine bottles in front of Yin Xueze were already three empty, and he was holding the last wine bottle and was about to drink it.
Hearing Wu Yaochen's words, Yin Xueze glanced at him coldly, and moved his thin lips slightly as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment his shoulders shook, and what he was about to say turned into a strange voice:
"belch."
Three people: "..."
Yin Xueze let out a wine burp, and immediately his face quickly became flushed, his eyes became blurred, and the hand holding the wine bottle trembled slightly.
Shu Pinghui: "It's over, I'm drunk."
Yin Xueze frowned and shook his head vigorously. He activated his spiritual power, but the result was that the superposition of the power of the first three bottles of wine was accelerated, and the efficiency of breath adjustment did not catch up with the superposition and onset of the power of the wine, making his eyes tend to become dull.
Shu Pinghui looked at Yin Xueze, whose eyelids were drooped and in a daze, and couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.
Wu Yaochen stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yin Xueze's eyes. Yin Xueze turned his head slowly and stared at him blankly.
Wu Yaochen: "I'll do a trick for you."
Yin Xueze didn't respond. He didn't know whether he didn't hear it or was too drunk to understand the meaning of this sentence.
Wu Yaochen casually pointed at one of his wine bottles, and a small amount of the wine flew up and condensed into a small drop of water on his fingertips. A small cluster of golden flames appeared on the fingertips of his other hand.
"Watch what happens when wine and fire meet." He said with a smile.
Yin Xueze's attention was attracted by the cluster of flames. He was already sitting next to Wu Yaochen, and now he moved closer unconsciously.
The tips of Wu Yaochen's index fingers touched each other, and the flames touched the water droplets formed by the wine.
A large group of gorgeous fireworks suddenly exploded in front of Yin Xueze's eyes. There was no sound or any spiritual fluctuations, but the dazzling firelight scared him so much that he subconsciously shrank back, and then blinked blankly, as if he didn't understand what had just happened. What.
"puff--"
Shu Pinghui tried her best to hold back her laughter, her body was shaking, and she was holding back tears.
Wu Yaochen finally couldn't help it, but just as he raised the corner of his mouth, Yin Xueze suddenly made a move.
Afterimages passed by, and the wine bottle that Yin Xueze had been holding in his hand was instantly empty. Wu Yaochen, with his face filled with alcohol, froze in smile.
The drink dripped down his chin, and Wu Yaochen took a deep breath. Before he could say anything, the person who splashed the drink on his face leaned over and fell asleep on the table.
"..."
"Hahahahahahaha you deserve it!"
Shu Pinghui buried her face in her arms and laughed uncontrollably, hitting her thigh hard with her other hand under the table.
Jing Yingrong, who had watched the whole process but remained calm, commented: "It's your own fault."
After finishing speaking, she smiled slightly in Wu Yaochen's helpless eyes.
On the other side, Yu Xian, who had witnessed the entire process from the moment Jing Yingrong took the bowl, could only hold his forehead and let out a long sigh.
Including Head Fan, many high-level officials of Zuimengfeng in the scene frequently looked at them in the mirror, each with their own interesting expressions.
Head Fan laughed and said, "The disciples of your sect all have their own personalities."
Yu Xian: "Yes, it is too difficult to manage. Master Fan, it must be very difficult for you to manage so many people in Zuimeng Peak, right?"
These words made Master Fan feel a little helpful, and he couldn't help but complain to Yu Xian. Yu Xian seemed to respond seriously.
Just after saying a few words, Master Fan suddenly remembered something, pointed to the position of Ying Rong in the mirror, and said to Yu Xian: "Remind her that if she drinks Four Seasons Wine together, she must at least sleep for those who are below the Transformation Spirit Realm. five……"
Before he finished speaking, perhaps the bubbles finally disappeared. Under his gaze, Jing Yingrong picked up the bowl and drank it all in a blink of an eye.
Head Fan: "..."
In the field of vision, Shu Pinghui opened his mouth to ask something. Jing Yingrong shook his head, answered a few words, and then continued to eat the food without any sign of being drunk.
Head Fan turned around and asked Yu Xian: "Isn't this person in the Nascent Soul stage?"
Yu Xian was calm and composed: "She mixed water with the wine before, but you didn't see it, haha."
Master Fan was dubious, but he really couldn't detect the flaw in the cultivation of Ying Rong, so he had no choice but to accept this statement.
Yin Xueze woke up after the alcohol wore off. He had no memory of what happened before he fell drunk. He stared at the empty wine bottle on the table in confusion.
Wu Yaochen endured it again and again before he laughed out loud, and forced himself to maintain a nonchalant look.
After drinking four kinds of wine, Shu Pinghui was also a little drunk. She leaned against Jing Yingrong in a daze and muttered: "Senior Brother Huo is trying too hard... If you do this, you will not be able to fully appreciate the beauty of the wine itself. Well……"
Every time Huo Xiumao drinks a bottle, he has to stop and practice until the special effects of the wine wear off before he drinks another bottle.
By the time he finished drinking the Four Seasons Wine and finished practicing, the banquet was coming to an end.
Yu Xian and Master Fan were going to change places to discuss the battle. Master Fan ordered a direct disciple to bring a mirror to their residence to rest.
Shu Pinghui originally wanted to hang out in the Zuimengfeng Mountain Gate with a mirror, but in the end she gave up the idea after considering that being too idle in other people's territory during special periods would affect the sect's image.
One day later, Yu Xian came back. She called several people into her room, and then spread a picture scroll on the table.
"Zuimeng Peak was attacked in the Fenglang County area. Due to the terrain, this small branch of the beast tide gradually gathered after passing through the jurisdiction of the other two sects. Now it is concentrated in the north of Fenglang County. Zuimeng The people sent by Feng mainly met in the north."
As Yu Xian spoke, he moved his hand across the map, pointing out the coverage area and attack route of the beast tide.
Huo Xiumao: "Then shall we go to the north of Fenglang County to join the people from Zuimeng Peak?"
Yu Xian shook his head: "No, we have to go behind the beast tide with a separate group of Zuimeng Peak disciples. They are responsible for completely cutting off this branch, and we -"
She crooked her knuckles and tapped the scroll.
“Give them a backyard fire.”
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