12dz Chapter 122 The Monk Who Loves Wine
Chapter 122 The Monk Who Loves Wine
Chen Yu usually doesn't use his spiritual sense to observe, so he didn't notice that there was someone outside the door.
Scanning around with spiritual consciousness not only makes it impossible to maintain oneself in peak condition, but also makes it easy for other cultivators to think it is a provocation.
When Wang Chonglin saw the abbot coming out, he bowed quickly.
Drinking is only for the sake of face, so it’s better not to drink.
Chen Yu immediately bowed in return, thinking that the other party was looking for him to refine a weapon. However, this person's cultivation level was the eighth level of Qi Refining, and he was also a cultivator from a sect, and the magic weapons in his hands were all top-grade first-class.
He is a first-class, mid-grade weapon refiner. Is there something special about him that he doesn't know about?
But since you are a business owner, it is never a bad thing to be polite.
Chen Yu did not take the initiative to show his cultivation level, but Wang Chonglin could estimate that he was in the late stage of Qi Refining.
Bone age is more hidden, and low-level monks cannot see through it unless they are high-level monks.
Chen Yu still covered it up, and it could be seen that his bone age was around 90.
Although the probability of encountering a foundation-building cultivator on a normal day is almost zero, it would be difficult to explain if you were really seen.
How come I, a Foundation Establishment Master, can't see through a mere ninth-level Qi Refining Master? This kid must have some secret.
The monk before guessed that his way forward was blocked, but he did not show it.
He soon came to his senses and wondered why a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator would stay in the market town for nothing.
The road ahead is cut off, my heart is dead, everything makes sense
The maximum life span of a person in the Qi Refining Stage is one hundred and fifty years, so he still has sixty years to live in the market town.
By that time, he will definitely have a breakthrough in his cultivation, and it is still unclear whether he will stay here or not.
"My name is Wang Chonglin. May I ask if the fragrance I smelled yesterday was from you brewing wine?"
Are there people who love wine in the world of immortal cultivation? Chen Yu looked at him with a little surprise. This was not something shameful, so he immediately replied, "That's right."
Wang Chonglin has a middle-aged appearance, with a small goatee, a fair complexion and large hands.
There is a magical long sword wrapped around his waist, which is made entirely of black gold.
The whole person looks gentle and refined, not like a cultivator pursuing the great way, but more like an ordinary warrior in a high position.
Seeing Chen Yu's response, he couldn't help but show his joy, and then clapped his hands and said: "I smelled the aroma of wine yesterday, and I knew that a true cultivator was brewing spiritual wine here.
When I saw it today, it turned out to be true! "
Then he said with a guilty look on his face, "I couldn't suppress the alcohol bug in my body, so I came to visit you without permission."
Then he took out a rather enchanting flower from the storage bag he carried with him.
"This is a 200-year-old Soul-Intoxicating Flower. Please accept it as an apology."
Wang Chonglin knew just by smell that Chen Yu was using purple jade rice to make wine.
But the wine brewed in Linggu is of considerable value, at least it is hardly circulated on the market.
The other party is wealthy enough to brew spiritual wine, so ordinary spiritual objects may not be able to impress him.
If you offer me a 200-year-old intoxicating flower, I'm sure they won't refuse it.
It turns out that the method of brewing wine in the Purple Jade Spirit Valley was not invented by Chen Yu. Wang Chonglin had also seen wealthy monks using it to make fine wine in the Lingxu Sect.
However, after brewing, the spiritual energy content of the spiritual grain decreases instead of increases.
Coupled with the fact that drinking can cause delays in work, the liquor business is a losing business.
It would be extremely wasteful for a monk to do this, and no one in the market would brew spiritual wine to sell.
Although he himself was addicted to alcohol, the wine he brewed always lacked some flavor.
Therefore, he never wasted good things and only exchanged them for wine from others.
When Chen Yu saw the Soul-Intoxicating Flower, his eyes narrowed slightly. This was a variety of spiritual plant that he had never seen before.
Not only have I never seen it, I have never heard any monk mention it.
But the other party was very polite and asked the person to come in and sit down first.
Seeing that he was excited, Wang Chonglin immediately struck while the iron was hot: “I found this specifically on Hongyan Island, it’s of the first-class quality.
Although there is no monster guarding this place, it is not easy to enter the island.
A demon beast at the ninth level of Qi Refining was chasing me like a madman.
I had to use a talisman given to me by my master to kill the monster.
Use it to brew spirit wine, and anyone below the foundation building stage can be defeated."
After saying this, he had a smug look on his face, and obviously did not think that risking his life to collect materials for brewing wine was a very irrational thing to do.
Chen Yu took the Intoxicating Flower and held it in his hand to observe it carefully.
The flower is of the fifth grade, purple-red in color. The spiritual energy is not strong, barely reaching the level of the first-grade upper grade.
The stems and leaves are still intact, but a large part of the main root is broken off.
There is no concept of time in the storage bag, which is a disaster for intelligent living things.
For this intoxicating flower, it is precisely this characteristic that retains its last bit of vitality.
Wang Chonglin said embarrassedly upon seeing this that the situation was somewhat urgent at the time and some of the items were damaged.
The petals of the Drunken Soul Flower are used to make wine, so it doesn't matter if other parts of the body are injured.
Without his description, Chen Yu also guessed that the so-called urgency was not as easy as he said.
Forget it, let’s try and see if I can grow it.
"Sir, you are too kind. This is a remote place. It is only because of your presence that this place has become more lively. Please come in and have a chat."
When he bought the shop, there was only an empty counter inside.
Chen Yuhua spent a spirit stone to ask a small cultivator to cut a piece of top-quality wood from the nearby Tianjian Mountains to make these benches.
With a spiritual stone, the other party cut down trees and made several beautiful and sturdy benches.
Even so, the casual cultivator still felt that he had made a huge profit.
As the currency in the world of immortal cultivation, the value of spirit stones is not very high.
The situation of independent cultivators can be seen from this.
A store is not like a backyard. If people come and go in the store and question the origin of the furniture, it would be difficult to answer.
"I'll go to the backyard to get some wine. Wait here for a moment."
Although Chen Yu was keen on collecting spiritual objects, after so many years, there was nothing exciting about a mere Soul-Intoxicating Flower.
But in Wang Chonglin's eyes, Chen Yu was very satisfied with this gift and was afraid that he would take it back.
It seems that the other party is also a wine lover. He is even more looking forward to the upcoming spiritual wine.
Chen Yu entered the courtyard and closed the door.
Wang Chonglin was waiting in the shop. He seemed to be very anxious, but he still sat there quietly.
After Chen Yu and others confirmed that no one noticed the courtyard, they slipped into the space.
The newly brewed spirit wine must be taken out before the day is up.
He swept the dirt off it and couldn't tell that it had just been buried in the ground.
As for the Soul-Intoxicating Flower, he planted it in the middle of the spiritual plant area.
Wait until the Jade Dew is produced tomorrow morning, and then see if it can survive.
After leaving the courtyard, Chen Yu saw Wang Chonglin still sitting quietly on the stool.
He patted the wine jar, which contained about 15 kilograms of spiritual wine, which consumed 120 kilograms of spiritual grain.
Wang Chonglin stood up in response, looking at the jar of wine in his hand with burning eyes.
Chen Yu handed him the wine, but he opened the lid impatiently.
A spicy smell suddenly spread everywhere.
Wang Chonglin was so focused on tasting the aroma of the wine that he didn't even notice the pungent smell of the new wine.