Chapter 55: Feng Qi Qin
At the banquet.
More and more people couldn't help but drink the nectar.
All the cultivators in the Qigong period were drunk without exception. Even the cultivators in the Yin Shen realm had flushed faces and drunken eyes after drinking a glass of wine.
But regardless of whether they were drunk or not, after drinking the nectar, their bodies would emit a clear light like glass, which flowed into their pores, and it was obvious that they had gained great benefits.
Li Daoxuan made up his mind, it's nothing, isn't it just a matter of getting drunk and making a fool of yourself? As long as it can improve your magic power, it doesn't matter!
He closed his eyes and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.
Soft on the tongue, a thin throat...
No, the moment he drank it, Li Daoxuan felt dizzy and fell on the table with a thud.
A burst of laughter rang out.
"Haha, I thought he was so capable!"
"He fell down after just one cup. He is just an ordinary fasting monk."
"Tsk, tsk, what a waste of that glass of wine!"
Those who were not drunk at this time were all cultivators in the Yin Shen Realm. They had drunken eyes and felt a little dizzy. They began to talk about Li Daoxuan in a low voice.
Fairy Que couldn't help but secretly push Li Daoxuan, not wanting to embarrass him.
"Hey, wake up!"
But Li Daoxuan didn't move at all, and even his breathing became heavier and heavier, as if he was really about to pass out from drunkenness.
"Haha, he was sitting in the upper seat, but he got drunk to death from a glass of wine. If the news gets out, I wonder how many people will laugh to death!"
The Meiling Mountain God on the opposite side had already drunk the second cup of nectar, but was still not drunk. Instead, he was in high spirits. He looked at Li Daoxuan, who seemed to be about to die of drunkenness, and made sarcastic remarks.
The lady in green's eyes moved slightly and looked at Li Daoxuan.
This was also the first time she looked at Li Daoxuan. There was a slight ripple in her beautiful eyes, and a ray of clear light quietly appeared at the tips of her fingers.
The old woman beside her was a little surprised. She looked at the empress, then at the unconscious Li Daoxuan, feeling a little puzzled.
Your Majesty, are you trying to secretly help him sober up?
It's strange, given the Queen's personality, why would she care so much about him?
But before Lady Green could take any action, a rough voice rang out.
"I am Wang Bo, a cultivator from Yingzhou, and I am here to meet the queen!"
The young man in the wizard's robe drank the nectar in the cup in one gulp, then stood up and bowed to the lady in green.
This immediately attracted the attention of many monks.
Because this cultivator named Wang Bo was only in the middle stage of fasting, but he was able to drink a glass of fine wine calmly without feeling drunk at all.
However, when people heard the four words "Chu Ma Yimian", many of them understood.
The so-called Chu Ma, also known as Chu Ma Xian, is a line of cultivators who worship those great demons with kind hearts who have cultivated into spirits. They sign contracts with them and can ask the spirits to possess their bodies during battles and use the magic spells of those great demons.
This line of cultivators has extremely high demands on their physical bodies, because only a stronger physical body can carry more magic power and invite a stronger "immortal" to possess it.
Although Wang Bo's cultivation was only in the middle stage of the Qigong period, his body was extremely strong. He looked strong and muscular, almost comparable to the Meiling Mountain God.
Lady in green calmly put down her finger and looked at Wang Bo quietly.
Wang Bo slapped the storage bag on his waist and presented a guqin with both hands. The strings were crystal clear and a lifelike phoenix was carved on the body of the guqin.
Perhaps it was more than just a carving, because the zither seemed to be struggling and trembling, with a faint sound of a phoenix.
"Master traveled all over the world, found dragon tendons for strings, and used phoenix trees as wood, and made this phoenix-riding harp. He specially ordered us to present it to the queen!"
"Phoenix Harp..."
The lady in green stretched out her hand, and the next moment, the Fengqiqin, which was still struggling, let out a loud phoenix cry, automatically flew to the slender jade hand, and burst into a rosy glow.
Looking at Feng Qiqin, Lady Qingyi seemed to recall some memories.
At that time, she transformed herself into a mortal and traveled around the mountains and rivers. She met a young man who wanted to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff. He cried and said that he was too stupid to master the secret technique of riding a horse taught by his master and fulfill his last wish. It would be better for him to die and be done with it.
The lady in green was moved with compassion at the time, so she appeared and played a song, using her magic power to clear his meridians and open his mind, allowing him to successfully practice the secret art of becoming a spirit medium.
However, times have changed and that happened more than a hundred years ago.
The young man who cried and wanted to die back then has now become the ancestor of the Chu Ma lineage, a powerful Yang Shen, and a fearsome person in Yingzhou.
"Why didn't your master come?"
The lady in green asked.
Wang Bo's eyes dimmed when he heard this. He was silent for a long time and sighed, "My master died in a heavenly calamity in order to become an immortal!"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
The ancestor of the Chu Ma lineage actually died under a heavenly calamity!
You must know that if you fail to survive the tribulation, your body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no afterlife.
The lady in green's eyes moved and she looked a little absent-minded, not knowing what she was thinking.
After a long moment, she sighed softly.
"If he fails, he will die. Over a hundred years have passed, and his character hasn't changed at all."
Time passes, the world changes, and as an immortal ghost, Lady Qingyi has experienced countless dynasties and has seen off many old friends.
But every time an old friend passed away, she would always feel a little sad, even though this fluctuation had become increasingly dull.
Perhaps this is the price of immortality.
"Does your master have any last wishes?"
Wang Bo recalled the instructions given by his master before his death, his eyes dimmed, and he said, "The master had only one last wish, which was for us to give this zither to the queen."
"He said that the music played by the Empress changed his fate. He traveled thousands of miles and finally found the music to present to the Empress. Unfortunately, he is not blessed enough to listen to the music again."
In fact, there is something Wang Bo didn’t say. The master never had a Taoist partner in his life, and in fact, he could never forget a certain figure.
But that figure was too stunning and distant, out of reach.
After hearing this, Lady Qingyi said nothing. She lowered her eyes, put the Fengqiqin into her sleeve, picked up the wine jar and drank it gently.
The old woman sighed in her heart, knowing that the empress must not be in a good mood at the moment.
At this moment, a clear voice sounded, breaking the somewhat gloomy atmosphere at the banquet.
"Who will wake up first from the dream? I know it myself."
When everyone looked over, they saw Li Daoxuan stretching lazily, having actually woken up from his drunkenness. His eyes were clear, his face was handsome, and he was no longer drunk at all.
Li Daoxuan raised the wine bottle and said with a smile: "Fairy Que, this nectar is indeed extraordinary. Please fill it up!"
Everyone looked at him, especially Wang Bo and the mountain god, their eyes full of disbelief.
How could he wake up?
Moreover, seeing that he is now in high spirits with bright eyes, it is clear that he has digested the cup of nectar, which is a manifestation of his improved cultivation.
You know, many monks in the late stage of fasting are still drunk!
Seeing Fairy Que's surprised look, Li Daoxuan winked at her and said with a smile: "Why, are you reluctant to pour me a second cup?"
Fairy Que looked towards the Empress.
Lady in green looked at Li Daoxuan with a strange look in her eyes. She didn't help him sober up just now.
"My lady, a cultivator in the Qigong period can only drink one cup at most. If you drink more, there will be problems..."
The voice of the lady in green remained calm.
"Pour it for him."
