At the banquet.
More and more people can't help but drink the wine.
The monks in the Bigu stage were all drunk without exception. Even the monks in the Yin Shen realm had flushed faces and drunken eyes after drinking a glass.
But regardless of whether they were drunk or not, after drinking the nectar, their bodies glowed with a clear light like glass, pouring into their pores, and they obviously gained great benefits.
Li Daoxuan was heartbroken, that's all, wouldn't he just make a fool of himself when he got drunk? As long as it can increase mana, it doesn't matter!
He closed his eyes and drank the wine in one gulp.
Soft entrance, thin throat...
No, the moment he drank it, Li Daoxuan felt the world spinning in front of his eyes, and he fell on the table with a thud.
There was a burst of laughter.
"Haha, I thought he was so capable!"
"Just one cup, he's just an ordinary fasting monk."
"Tsk, tsk, that glass of nectar was wasted!"
Those who were not drunk at this time were all monks in the Yin Shen Realm. Their eyes were drunk and they were a little dazed, and they began to whisper about Li Daoxuan.
Que Xianzi couldn't help but secretly pushed Li Daoxuan, not wanting him to make a fool of himself.
"Hey, wake up quickly!"
But Li Daoxuan didn't move at all, and even his breathing became deeper and deeper, as if he was really drunk to death.
"Haha, I was sitting in the upper position, but I got drunk to death from a glass of wine. If word spreads, I don't know how many people will laugh to death!"
The Meiling Mountain God opposite had already drank his second cup of wine, but he was still not drunk. Instead, he was in high spirits. He looked at Li Daoxuan, who seemed to be drunk to death, and taunted him.
The empress in green's eyes moved slightly and looked at Li Daoxuan.
This was also the first time she looked at Li Daoxuan. There were slight waves in her beautiful eyes, and a ray of clear light quietly appeared on the tips of her fingers.
The old woman beside her was a little surprised. She looked at the empress and then at the unconscious Li Daoxuan, feeling a little confused.
Is the empress going to secretly help him sober up?
It's strange, with her temperament, how could she be so interested in him?
But before the lady in green could take action, a rough and wild voice sounded.
"A monk from Xiayingzhou, Wang Bo, pays homage to the empress!"
The young man in the witch robe drank the wine in one gulp, then stood up and saluted the empress in blue.
This suddenly attracted the attention of many monks.
Because this monk named Wang Bo was only in the middle stage of fasting, but he could safely drink a glass of fine wine without feeling drunk.
But when they hear the four words Chuma Yimai, many people understand it.
The so-called Chu Ma, also known as Chu Ma Xian, monks of this lineage worship those great demons who are kind-hearted and have become spirits. They conclude contracts with them. During battles, they can invite gods to take over and use the magic powers of those great demons.
The monks of this lineage have a very high pursuit of the physical body, because only a stronger physical body can carry more magic power, and they can be possessed by stronger "immortals".
Although this Wang Bo's cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Bigu, his physical body is extremely powerful. He looks like a tiger with a strong back and a strong waist, almost comparable to the Meiling Mountain God.
The empress in green put down her fingers calmly and looked at Wang Bo quietly.
Wang Bo patted the storage bag on his waist and held up a guqin with both hands. The strings were crystal clear and the body of the qin was engraved with a lifelike phoenix.
Maybe it's not just the carving, because the guqin seems to be struggling and trembling, with a faint phoenix sound.
"Master traveled all over the world, found dragon tendons for strings, and phoenix sycamore trees for wood. He made this phoenix qin and specially ordered us to present it to the empress!"
"Feng Qiqin..."
The empress in green stretched out her hand, and the next moment, Feng Qiqin, who was still struggling, let out a loud phoenix cry and automatically flew into the slender jade hand, blooming with rays of light.
Looking at Feng Qiqin, the Queen in Tsing Yi seemed to recall a certain memory.
At that time, she turned into a mortal and visited the mountains and rivers, and met a young man who wanted to jump off a cliff to die. He cried and said that he was too stupid to practice the secret art of riding a horse taught by his master and fulfill his last wish, so he might as well die a hundred times.
The Empress in Tsing Yi was moved with compassion, so she appeared and played a song, using magic power to clear his meridians and open up his heart, allowing him to successfully master the secret art of riding a horse.
However, times have changed, and that was more than a hundred years ago.
The young man who cried and wanted to die back then has now become the ancestor of the Chuma lineage, a powerful Yangshen who is powerful in Yingzhou.
"Why doesn't your master come?"
The empress in green asked.
When Wang Bo heard this, his eyes dimmed, he was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Master, in order to become an immortal... he died under a catastrophe!"
After hearing this, everyone was shocked.
The ancestor of Chuma's lineage actually died in a catastrophe!
It should be noted that once the tribulation fails, the body will die, the soul will disappear, and there will never be another life.
The Queen in Tsing Yi's eyes moved and she was slightly lost in thought. She didn't know what she was thinking.
After a long time, she sighed softly.
"If he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent person. After more than a hundred years, his temperament has not changed at all."
Time has changed, and the world has changed. As a ghost fairy who has been watching for a long time, the Empress in Tsing Yi has gone through countless dynasties since the early Han Dynasty and has also seen away many old friends.
But whenever an old friend dies, she will always feel a little sad, although this fluctuation has become more and more dull.
Maybe this is the price of immortality.
"Does your master have any last wishes?"
Wang Bo remembered his master's instructions before his death, his eyes darkened, and he said: "Master, he only has one last wish, which is for us to give this piano to the empress."
"The old man said that the music played by the Queen had changed his destiny. He traveled all over the country and finally found this harp and dedicated it to the Queen. Unfortunately, he was not lucky enough to hear the music of the Queen again."
In fact, there is something Wang Bo did not say: Master never had a Taoist companion in his life. In fact, he could never forget a certain figure.
It's just that the figure is too stunning and far away, and it's just out of reach.
After hearing this, the empress in green didn't say anything. She lowered her eyes, put Feng Qiqin in her sleeve, picked up the wine bottle alone, and drank it gently.
The old woman sighed in her heart, knowing that her empress must not be in a good mood now.
At this moment, a clear voice sounded, breaking the somewhat gloomy atmosphere at the banquet.
"Who wakes up from the big dream first? I know it all my life."
When everyone looked around, they saw Li Daoxuan stretching and waking up from his drunken state. His eyes were clear, his face was like a crown jewel, and there was no trace of drunkenness anymore.
Li Dao
Everyone looked at him, especially Wang Bo and Shan Shen, with incredible eyes.
How could he wake up?
And looking at the way he is now refreshed and bright, it is clear that he has digested that cup of nectar, which is a sign of his advancement in Taoism.
You know, many monks in the late stage of fasting are still drunk!
Seeing Fairy Que's surprised look, Li Daoxuan winked at her and smiled: "Why, are you reluctant to pour me a second cup?"
The bird fairy looked at the empress.
The empress in green looked at Li Daoxuan with a strange look in her eyes. She had not helped him sober up just now.
"Your Majesty, a monk in the Bigu stage can only drink one drink at most. If you drink more, there will be problems..."
The Queen in Tsing Yi’s voice was still calm.
"Pour it for him."
