Chapter 138 No More Fairy Spirit

The music in the palace hall is elegant and moving.

Sometimes it is like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

Sometimes it seems as empty as the sound of nature.

Shen Ping had no time to listen to and appreciate such wonderful music.

He stared at the jade cup.

He smiled calmly, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

A long life.

Sometimes it's better to be faster.

boom.

The blue flame wine was icy cold, but soon his stomach seemed to be burning completely, and the skin on his cheeks turned red as if it was burned by fire.

He hurriedly activated his magic power.

Only then did he suppress the drunkenness.

Master Qiu glanced over, held up the jade cup and gestured, smiling, "Mr. Shen, don't be impatient. This spiritual wine needs to be savored carefully to taste the sweet and mellow wine flavor that is precipitated in it."

Shen Ping turned sideways, his eyes fell on the place where the purple orchid skirt extended to the jade table, then he cupped his hands, "Senior Qiu is right, I don't know much about spirit wine, I'm sorry to make fun of you."

A Jindan Zhenren at the jade table behind him heard this and couldn't help but say, "Keqing Shen is obsessed with studying the way of talismans, so he naturally doesn't understand spirit wine. The main thing in the foundation-building period is to improve his cultivation. When he forms a pill and lives to be 500 years old, I think he will have the leisure to spend some time studying spirit wine."

Suddenly.

The monks around all raised their voices.

"Yes, you can just savor the spirit wine occasionally."

"Wine tasting is just a leisurely pleasure, Mr. Shen, don't worry about it."

"The way to taste blue flame wine is to drink it in one gulp!"

Some even imitated Shen Ping and drank it all in one gulp, shouting straightforwardly, "Great wine!"

There were many responses.

When the monks who were sitting a little further away saw this, although they did not know the specific reason, they followed suit.

Pei Huoyu looked calm.

She has seen too many scenes like this.

Cultivation requires opportunity.

Everything will go smoothly when the opportunity comes.

The so-called noble person is also a kind of opportunity.

And Shen Ping is this noble person.

The monks fight each other, risk their lives in the Monster Mountain Range, and form groups to explore the ruins with intrigue and deception. In the end, no one may survive.

Even if you have an extraordinary mind, many means, and amazing plans, as long as you fight you are in danger of death, and you can only minimize failure.

What is the purpose of all these things? Aren’t they resources for spiritual practice?

The core members of Zhenbaolou mean resources.

That's exactly it.

So many Golden Core Foundation Building cultivators have come to this wine tasting banquet.

"The second wine we tasted today..."

I tasted ten kinds of spirit wine in a row.

It was approaching noon.

now.

The sound of drums suddenly rang out.

There is also the melodious sound of the pipa.

Immediately following.

The moonlight was falling over the palace hall.

Shen Ping raised his eyes, he knew that this was the fairy Caishang dancing solo under the moon.

But now he really didn't have the mood to appreciate it.

The jar of long-sealed spirit wine on the left is emitting a unique aroma.

Her voice continued to ring in my ears.

"I have been suffering from my cultivation for a long time."

"Sitting here, she looks graceful on the surface, but the material of her purple orchid dress is no longer acceptable."

"The path to immortality may seem boring, but I believe that as long as I persist, I will eventually see some hope... I just don't know how long it will take, alas."

Shen Ping looked straight ahead.

There was a golden elixir foundation sitting behind him, and every move he made would attract attention.

All you can do is wine tasting.

Looking at the purple jade cup filled with Golden Toad Snow Moon Spirit Wine in front of him.

He first tasted nine drops from the jade cup.

Then he quickly and slowly tasted a drop from the back edge of the jade cup.

Suddenly.

The smell of Golden Toad Blood Moon Spirit Wine wafted through his nostrils.

This kind of spiritual wine was everywhere in the hall.

Until the solo dance under the moon ends.

The wine tasting party was not even halfway through.

There are quite a few rooms in the rear hall.

Continuous drinking.

Even though Shen Ping kept using his magic power to suppress it, he still felt the drunkenness rising up. After noon, under the personal guidance of Chong Ji, he came to room number six.

Pei Huoyu is at number seven next to him.

In the room.

All furnishings and decorations are available.

Chong Ji smiled straightforwardly and said, "Mr. Shen can't drink much. There are special alcohol-resolving spiritual fruits and alcohol-resolving pills in the house. You can use them. You can take a short rest at the end of noon."

After saying that, he left.

…

There are also some rooms in the corridor on the left side of the front hall.

Fairy Caishang and other female practitioners from Xianmiao Tower are all here.

After dancing alone under the moon.

Caichang sat upright in the house.

She pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingertips, and the material was wrinkled into a ball.

The pressure from all sides made her very nervous.

If I lose this opportunity.

Falling from the clouds is the next worst thing.

The most important thing is that it is difficult for her to have the hope of soaring into the sky and surpassing Fairy Caiyue again.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"That guest Shen has a wife and concubines, which means he is not an ascetic monk!"

“Only one side.”

"My methods can be used."

Fairy Caishang recalled the scene of dancing alone in the bedroom in the courtyard, which imprinted her dance into the colorful crystal. That was the only time in her years of practice that she performed without reservation or hiding her shortcomings, fully displaying the level of her dancing skills.

She believed that if Mr. Shen took one look at her, he would be able to truly appreciate her dancing skills.

As time goes by little by little.

There were no footsteps outside the house.

The look in Fairy Caishang's eyes changed from expectation to reluctance, and finally to despair.

No one came to notify.

The arrangement made by Xianmiaolou with all its connections and resources failed again.

There are no other arrangements in case of unexpected situations in the future.

She didn't know what happened during this period.

But the outcome was determined at this moment.

"Today's twentieth spirit wine..."

A voice was heard in the front hall.

Fairy Caichang sat there blankly as if she had lost her soul.

Her beautiful face lost its luster.

The fairy-like grace in her body also fell into the mortal world.

From the foundation-building banquet, the colored crystals, to today's wine tasting banquet, she has never prepared so carefully, but not all efforts will be rewarded.

"Fairy Caishang!"

"It's Fairy Caishang!"

"Dancing alone under the moon."

She seemed to hear the grand cheers of the monks in Xianmiao Tower.

There is foundation building, and there is no shortage of golden elixirs.

"Cai Shang."

"After all, I can't compare to Caiyue."

“No matter how exquisite or perfect the solo dance under the moon is, it can never compare to a glimpse of the beautiful moon.”

She never cared about these.

And now.

Fairy Caishang laughed silently.

That smile was bitter.

The luster in her eyes gradually gathered.

Looking ahead, it seemed as if I saw the broad figure on Yunwushan Street in Huiquan Lane.

"It turns out that I am not even worthy of hearing who you are..."

…

evening.

The wine tasting banquet ended.

A large number of guests who were Jindan, Jujitsu and other cultivators left one after another with flashing lights.

The owner of Xianmiao Tower walked into the front hall.

His spiritual sense swept over Cai Chang who was sitting in the corridor room, and then he came to Chong Ji with gloomy eyes, "I have also informed Elder Peng, what kind of incident has happened?!"

Chong Ji smiled and bowed, "Senior, when Guest Shen took a nap at noon, Master Qiu of Zhenbao Tower specifically instructed that Guest Shen could not drink much and should not be disturbed. Chong could do nothing about it."

The owner of Xianmiao Tower frowned, then thought of something and snorted with a sneer, "A dignified Jindan Zhenren actually did such a thing. When did Zhenbao Tower become the Hehuan Sect!"

Chong Ji still smiled, "Senior, calm down. In fact, if Guest Shen really wants to meet, there will be a chance. Last time, Chong had the nerve to give away the colored crystals, but what happened in the end?"

The owner of Xianmiao Tower didn't say anything else.

The transmission of spiritual consciousness.

Soon he left with Fairy Caishang.

He knew that what Chong Ji said was true, and that the little incident that happened in Huiquan Lane would probably be difficult to resolve.

Return to Xianmiao Tower.

"Colorful clothes."

"Since there is no chance for you to get to know Mr. Shen, there is no need to consider it anymore. I will arrange a Taoist partner for you in a few years. Just practice peacefully in the future!"

Hearing this.

Fairy Caishang bowed weakly and then left.

“What a pity.”

The owner of Xianmiao Tower looked at the graceful figure that no longer had the ethereal temperament, and sighed.

(End of this chapter)