He has spent his life avoiding losing control.
After Han Qianling left, only Luo Jiujiang and Chen Yuan were left in the tent.
Chen Yuan heaved a sigh of relief inexplicably. He didn't know the true identity of the Palace Master Han, but whenever he was at the banquet, he always felt a certain cold and oppressive feeling.
That is the pressure from the bloodline race.
Luo Jiujiang had already given up on the idea of making Qianling and Chen Yuan friends. He listened to Han Qianling's steady steps gradually walking away, and then he took out a small and exquisite wine pot from his storage bag.
The wine pot was carved from a whole piece of spiritual jade. The body of the pot was small and exquisite. The liquid inside was thick and translucent, and the apricot-yellow wine was shimmering with a layer of exquisite precious light.
"Qian Ling is not very good at drinking, so I dare not give him this... This pot of wine is just right for you and me to split."
Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, examining the small wine jug for a moment. He lifted the lid with his thumb, and the rich, mellow aroma of wine instantly filled the entire palace. The aroma, half hidden and half concealed, was instantly captivating, almost intoxicating. The mere smell of it was like drinking a jar of fine wine, a sense of relief.
Amidst the relaxing aroma of wine, a hint of realization appeared in Shen Yuan's eyes.
"Guangyu wine." For the first time in his life, Chen Yuan said three more words for a pot of wine.
He didn't say the rest of the words, but cast a questioning look at Luo Jiujiang - "How did you get it?"
Luo Jiujiang's eyes flickered for a moment imperceptibly.
Regarding this question... It is difficult for him to obtain this wine with his current status and cultivation level, but his master has it.
Zhen Shuangliu had already announced that he could come and go in the entire Spirit Snake Realm, so it would be easy for him to visit the wine cellar.
Of course, his master only had three jugs of this wine, so although he registered it when he took it away, he did not ask the person in charge of the wine cellar to report the matter to his master... Well, we'll talk about it when his master finds out himself.
The master is always drunk, and it's kind of heartbreaking for the disciples to see him. Isn't that what it means when a disciple has to do something for the master?
Chen Yuan didn't know that this wine was half stolen goods. He was looking at the pot of Guangyu wine with great interest.
This wine's value goes without saying; its flavor is truly exceptional. Ordinary spirit wines, besides being rich and mellow, often also invigorate the meridians and improve cultivation. However, Guangyu Niang is nothing like that. It places all its spiritual energy and attention to detail on taste.
This pot of wine cannot even help a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining to advance even a little bit, but just half a drop can conquer the tongue of anyone who touches its lips.
Chen Yuan stroked the handle of the jade pot for a moment. Guangyu Niang was a rare and fine wine even in the Three Thousand Worlds, so the jade vessel that held it was naturally also extraordinary. In contrast to the intoxicating liquor of the moment, a cool and calming sensation permeated his consciousness as his fingers lingered on the jade pot for a moment.
This is very interesting, as if the nature of this jade pot is exactly opposite to another characteristic of Guangyu Niang.
According to the legend, no matter how much alcohol a drinker can drink, just three small cups of Guangyu Niang will definitely make him drunk.
At this point, both of them had already piled up small jars of wine around them, and they already had a good understanding of each other's alcohol tolerance. To say that a small amount of wine could make them drunk, Chen Yuan was a little skeptical.
Although he was nicknamed the Black Dragon, Shen Yuan's dragon energy was already budding, and in time, he would become a dragon. Even now, his original form was a thousand meters long and majestic. His transformation into a human merely altered his appearance, not his true form. To say that three glasses of light wine could make a thousand-meter-long Black Dragon drunk was nothing but a joke.
"I won't get drunk," Shen Yuan said firmly. He even nodded seriously to show his firm determination.
"It just so happens that I don't believe it either." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile.
Since they were both so confident, Luo Jiujiang was even more eager to try Guangyu Niang. He laid out six cups on the table and filled them one by one. Since neither of them took the rumor of "three cups will make you drunk" seriously, they drank three cups in a row as a joke.
Chen Yuan picked up a cup first, gulped it down, closed his eyes, and carefully savored the taste on his tongue. After a while, he exhaled a long breath with the smell of alcohol. His eyes silently said: Good wine.
After saying that, Chen Yuan drank the remaining two cups and stacked the three cups together. The wine finally made him excited. The man who usually couldn't even fart after being beaten with three sticks, now laughed heartily: "I'm not drunk."
——For him, this kind of behavior is already considered to be a chatterbox like Shen Yuan.
Seeing this, Luo Jiujiang was not willing to be outdone. He drank his three cups one by one and then drank the bottom of his cup: "I am not drunk either."
Chen Yuan looked at the bottom of the cup, then looked at Luo Jiujiang and smiled slightly.
There was an almost unfathomable expression on his face.
Chen Yuan stood up with an unfathomable look on his face, still maintaining that determined smile. His steps were steady, his posture proud. After the two of them stared at each other for a moment, Chen Yuan finally spoke slowly, "Did you find out?"
Luo Jiujiang: “…Yes.”
"I'm not drunk." Tai Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed: "I'm just a little dizzy..."
After saying this, he suddenly reached out and slammed the table. The long table crumbled to dust without a single blow from his palm. He himself also slumped over, falling into a cloud of flying sawdust, his eyes revealing a look of deep confusion.
He clearly didn't intend to smash the table, but was simply too drunk to stand steadily and wanted to find something to hold on to. However, he didn't control his strength well, and ended up making a fool of himself in front of Luo Jiujiang.
Luo Jiujiang didn't smile. His expression was as calm as Shen Yuan's, who had just declared himself sober. He sat upright with a solemn expression, as solemn as the mountains and the sea. After blowing away the sawdust that had hit his nose, Luo Jiujiang calmly announced a decision.
"How about this, Qianling. You cry, and I'll pick a moon for you."
Chen Yuan looked at Luo Jiujiang blankly and whispered, "The moon? What do you want the moon for?"
Luo Jiujiang hummed and fell into deep and serious thought.
After a moment, the thinking ended.
"I don't know. But after I picked the moon and gave it to Qianling, I should know."
...This statement is full of loopholes, there is absolutely no logic from beginning to end!
However, Shen Yuan was actually persuaded!
"You're right." He laughed drunkenly, and in a flash, he transformed into the domineering black dragon again. The small tent couldn't contain his huge body, so he stretched his neck and pushed two large holes in the tent.
After impatiently tearing the tent from around him, Chen Yuan burped, his breath blowing away a rock. With drunken eyes, he lowered his head and smiled at Luo Jiujiang, "Come on my back, let's go pick the moon."
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