Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing. Now Xu Feng can do nothing. He smells the aroma of wine and feels itchy in his heart. He is so anxious that he decides to turn a blind eye and go to see how the tiger bone soup is cooking.
Before he knew it, more than two hours had passed and the aroma of stewed meat was wafting from the casserole. Although Xu Feng had not mastered the cooking technique, he had no problem cooking some simple dishes. After all, he had lived alone for so many years in his previous life, so he had no problem preparing ordinary home-cooked meals.
Finally, he sprinkled some salt and tasted it. Then Xu Feng pulled out the burning firewood one by one and carefully put out the fire with soil.
"Now we just have to wait for the Drunken Swordsman to show up. If he doesn't show up on his own initiative, no one will be able to find him!" Xu Feng said to himself.
"What a pity, what a pity, using such top-quality ingredients to make such an ordinary tiger bone soup, it's such a waste of resources!" A hoarse voice sounded from a distance.
Xu Feng's heart was pounding with joy, but a look of surprise appeared on his face. He raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
On the other side of Wohu Rock, an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties was staring at the jar of wine at Xu Feng's feet with sharp eyes.
The old man had messy hair like weeds, which he just tied into a ball with a wooden hairpin. He was dressed very simply. His clothes seemed to be made of coarse cloth woven by ordinary people. He wore straw sandals and had a palm-sized red gourd hanging around his waist. If it weren't for the long sword on his back, he would be no different from a farmer in Qingfeng Town.
Xu Feng glanced at the old man and found that the old man was actually standing outside the light wall of the secret realm. Theoretically, the natives of the secret realm could not detect this edge light wall, but the old man in front of him seemed to be able to sense its existence and was unwilling to step in.
"Old man, do you know how to cook?" Xu Feng asked with a smile. He took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, scooped up some tiger bone soup, blew away the foam, and drank it in big gulps.
Gulp~ A loud swallowing sound came from the old man. His eyes, which were originally fixed on the Qingfeng Yuye, immediately turned to the open casserole.
"I don't know how to cook, but I'm good at food!" said the Drunken Swordsman with a smug look.
Xu Feng was amused and couldn't help thinking, "Isn't he just like me, a person who only knows how to eat?"
The Drunken Swordsman originally thought that Xu Feng would ask him about the art of gourmet food, and that if he could fool around a bit, he might be able to have a bowl of tiger bone soup for free. If he was luckier, he might even be able to taste the jar of fine wine.
Xu Feng ate two pieces of tiger meat and drank the tiger bone soup in one gulp. Suddenly, a warm current spread from his stomach to his whole body. He felt warm and comfortable all over. Xu Feng couldn't help closing his eyes and let out a long sigh of comfort.
“Beautiful!”
The properties of the tiger bone also began to take effect immediately. Xu Feng felt an inexplicable surge of strength in his body, and his body became much stronger. Originally, Xu Feng's physical fitness was not even as good as that of an ordinary person. He was weak and sickly, but now he has at least reached the average level of an ordinary adult.
After drinking the tiger bone soup, Xu Feng picked up the Qingfeng Yuye and took a small sip. Suddenly, a line of scorching fire flowed from his mouth into his stomach, exploding like magma, and even his breath emitted a stream of hot air.
"Ahem, good wine!" Xu Feng couldn't help but exclaim in praise.
Gulp!
"Are you also from Qingfeng Town, old man? I don't seem to have seen you before." Xu Feng turned his head and asked with a smile.
Nothing can be excessive. If he really only cares about eating and drinking and leaves the Drunken Swordsman aside, if the other party gets angry and walks away, Xu Feng will be in trouble.
Everything Xu Feng did was just for four words: let nature take its course.
"For me, old Taoist priest, the sky is my tent and the ground is my felt. The sun, moon and stars accompany me as I sleep. I devote myself to the pursuit of immortality and live alone in the Daqing Mountains. All I want is a free and easy life!" said the Drunken Swordsman proudly.
"Could it be that this old fellow has no money to stay in an inn in town, so he has to live in this wild mountain forest..." Xu Feng couldn't help but look up and down at the Drunken Swordsman, thinking to himself: "It seems that the living conditions are very poor, otherwise he wouldn't show up just for a jar of Qingfeng Yuye."
Originally, Xu Feng thought that without the Qingfeng Jade Liquid, he would not be able to attract the Drunken Sword Immortal, but now it seems that a jar of Qingfengzui might be able to lure this old guy here.
"Ahem, I admire you!" Xu Feng bowed to the Drunken Swordsman, a look of admiration on his face, and invited him, "Old sir, you are a cultivator. I admire people like you the most! The mountain wind is cold, why don't we roast by the fire together and drink a bowl of tiger bone soup to warm our bodies?"
Xu Feng's heart began to beat violently again. Attracting the Drunken Sword Immortal to show up was the first step. Whether he could invite him to have a drink was the key! If he didn't let the Drunken Sword Immortal drink to make him happy, how could he obtain the inheritance of the Sword Master from him, how could he obtain the Zhiyang Fruit, and how could he save his father who was in danger.
“No, no…” The Drunken Swordsman waved his hands and said, “I am already taking advantage of you by standing here at the downwind position and smelling the aroma of your wine. How dare I bother you again? Wouldn’t that make me look greedy?”
"Hahaha!" Xu Feng suddenly laughed, pointed at the wine jar and said, "I didn't expect that the old gentleman is also a fellow traveler. Well, well, in that case, I dare to make a bet with the old gentleman. Do you dare?"
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"Oh, what bet?" Drunken Swordsman asked curiously.
"Haha, let's make a bet and see if you can smell what kind of wine this is. If you guess right, this jar of wine will be yours. If you guess wrong, how about you recite a Taoist scripture to me?" Xu Feng said with a smile on his face.
"Give me the whole jar?" The Drunken Swordsman subconsciously made another swallowing motion, his eyes shining as he stared at the jar of Qingfeng Yuye and asked.
"A gentleman's word is as good as gold, but it depends on whether the old gentleman can guess it right!" Xu Feng said with a confident look.
"In that case, I will try to guess!" The Drunken Swordsman excitedly took two more steps forward and was only one step away from the wall of light at the edge of the secret realm.
Stretching his neck, the Drunken Swordsman sniffed the air twice and could not help but exclaim, "This wine is full of mellow fragrance, condensed and not dispersing. It makes people's blood surge, but also feels like a breeze blowing over the face. It is about 70% similar to the Qingfengzui in the town..."
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(End of this chapter)