"A rank 13, just give me another six months!"
The Wine Saint raised an eyebrow and glanced at the young man whose face was flushed.
"You're drunk."
"Who's drunk?! I haven't even passed out yet!" Su Yu looked around.
The next second, with a thud, he collapsed to the ground.
The Wine Saint wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I almost got drunk by that brat."
With a wave of his hand.
A jar of wine was poured into the purple gourd.
Like a gentle breeze, the starry river carried Su Yu, carrying him out into the world.
Along the way, the skull tempering, which had made no progress in the past month, began to accelerate wildly.
Su Yu was completely unaware, clutching the purple gourd tightly.
They were saying things that only an eighteen-year-old boy would say while drunk.
"Little Qinghuan, this wine is very sweet, but you can't drink too much."
"Ababa, you really can't drink anymore."
As the Wine Saint watched Su Yu disappear, the effects of the alcohol dissipated.
He slapped his forehead and froze.
"The gourd I prepared for my future disciple, was just tricked away by this kid?"
"Drinking will lead to trouble!!!"
......
On the other side.
As Su Yu approached the mountain gate, he suddenly regained consciousness.
The smell of alcohol dissipated, and I felt refreshed.
"Oh no, drinking has caused trouble!"
Remembering the purpose of his trip, he exclaimed that things were going badly.
My cultivation level hasn't improved, and I don't think I've even tasted any real spiritual wine.
In the end, all I got was this broken gourd.
By the way, how did I get my hands on this broken gourd?
Su Yu looked at the purple gourd in his hand, his face filled with existential doubt.
It seems as if a piece of memory is missing from his mind.
Unconsciously, I walked out of the mountain gate.
Zheng Kexian, who had been waiting for a long time, saw him.
I was just about to make a joke.
The next second, his eyes widened, and he was completely dumbfounded.
"No? What's wrong with you?!?"
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