Chapter 56: The Most Ruthless Person in Longhu Mountain
The jade pot tilted slightly, and the nectar flew into Li Daoxuan's wine jar.
He smiled slightly, raised his cup and drank it, his demeanor calm, then smiled at Fairy Que and said, "Help me up."
Fairy Que was stunned.
Then she saw Li Daoxuan close his eyes and fall on the table with a thud. Fortunately, she was quick to support his forehead.
This time, everyone stared at him, not missing any details, even Lady Qingyi was no exception.
Everyone was very curious: how could a cultivator in the early stage of fasting wake up so quickly?
After getting drunk , Li Daoxuan did not fall into a deep sleep like the others. Instead, his breathing became more subtle and calm, and his rhythm was extremely slow, like a tortoise hibernating, a snake hiding in a deep valley, or a deer hiding in the mountains.
This kind of breathing seemed to have an inexplicable Taoist charm, which was dissolving the power of the liquor and absorbing its essence.
Li Daoxuan's body seemed to be glowing, like a jade sculpture, attracting people's attention.
The light gradually converged and was absorbed into his limbs and bones and pores all over his body, turning into pure magic power, like a sweet rain from heaven, expanding Li Daoxuan's lake of magic power little by little!
A moment later, Li Daoxuan woke up again, his eyes bright and his spirits high.
"What a great wine, more!"
A smile appeared in the eyes of Lady in Green. She had seen through the mystery, but because of this, she looked up to Li Daoxuan even more.
Despite his young age, he has already reached a state of meditation, and the technique he practices bears the imprint of ancient immortals, which is extremely extraordinary.
Seeing the empress nod, Fairy Que continued to pour wine for Li Daoxuan.
So, in full view of everyone, Li Daoxuan began to drink the third cup of wine!
A moment later.
"Give me some wine!"
Li Daoxuan drank the fourth glass of wine...
Everyone present went from being in disbelief at the beginning to gradually becoming numb by the end.
Some people don't believe it and think that if a young Taoist priest in the early stage of fasting can drink so much, why can't he?
But after two cups of sweet wine, even the cultivator in the Yin Shen realm fell asleep on the table.
The arrogant Meiling Mountain God wanted to compete with Li Daoxuan, so he drank four cups in a row and began to flush and show signs of drunkenness.
However, Li Daoxuan woke up feeling refreshed.
"Fill it up!"
The Meiling Mountain God's beard was almost twisted with anger, but he could do nothing. At this moment he had to admit that this little Taoist priest sitting in the chief position was indeed somewhat magical.
After forcing himself to drink three glasses of wine, Wang Bo finally fell to the ground with a thud. What was even more shameful was that he was still talking nonsense after he was drunk.
"Junior sister, don't run, hehehe ..."
His master looked a little embarrassed and quickly explained: "My disciple is not like this usually. He is definitely not a bad person. He was just drunk for a while--"
"Hey, Master, why are you peeking at Aunt Li taking a bath again? Don't worry... I won't tell Master's wife..."
As he said this he burped.
Master Wang Bo's face darkened immediately. He was so angry that his hair stood on end. He cursed, "Evil disciple, how dare you slander me? I will kill you!"
As he said this, he stretched out his foot and kicked Wang Bo's head repeatedly, cursing as he kicked, "I told you to talk nonsense, I told you to talk nonsense!"
He kicked so hard that he didn't stop until someone tried to stop him.
Many people laughed secretly, but Fairy Que laughed the happiest. She had been unhappy with Wang Bo for a long time, and now it was a dog-eat-dog fight, with both of them having a mouth full of fur.
At this time, Li Daoxuan woke up again. He raised his cup and said with a smile: "I am not talented, please drink the ninth cup!"
The field suddenly became quiet.
The ninth cup of nectar!
The Meiling Mountain God, who was at a high level of cultivation, began to stagger after drinking the fifth cup.
Could it be that he is some powerful yang god who is playing around in the human world by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?
In front of everyone, Li Daoxuan drank the ninth cup of wine, then fell drunk leisurely with great experience, and woke up after a moment.
But this time, he finally didn't add another cup.
Li Daoxuan stretched his muscles and bones, feeling better than ever before. The lake of mana in his lower dantian had expanded several times and became vast and majestic.
If it was just a small lake before, it is now the 800-li Dongting Lake, and it even has the tendency to turn into a sea!
Li Daoxuan could feel that once the magic power gathered into an ocean, it would soar up, impact the Jiang Palace, and open up the middle dantian!
In other words, he who had just broken through to the initial stage of Bigu fasting was now on the verge of another breakthrough!
These nine cups of fine wine are truly rare treasures!
Of course, this was also Li Daoxuan's good fortune. If he had not practiced the "Peng Zu Guxian Wo Yin Gong" to the second level of meditation, he would not be able to seize this opportunity today.
Everything is excessive or insufficient. After nine cups, Li Daoxuan already felt a dull pain in his meridians. If he drank any more, even if he had entered a state of meditation, he would probably have problems.
He put down the wine jar, bowed to the lady in green, and praised: "One cup of wine can make a tiger drunk in the mountains, and two cups of wine can make a dragon sleep in the sea. The lady's fine wine is as good as the wine brewed by the god of wine Du Kang himself!"
The lady in green said calmly: "Nectar can intoxicate dragons and tigers, but it can't intoxicate you, Li Daoxuan. These drunken monks overestimate their own abilities and can't get over the word greed."
After a pause, she said, "You are good. You didn't embarrass your master."
After she finished speaking, clear rays of light flashed from her fingertips and flowed into everyone's bodies. Immediately, those who were drunk trembled and slowly woke up.
Wang Bo woke up slowly. He touched his head and felt a sharp pain in it.
"Hiss! Master, I just dreamed that someone kicked me..."
"Strange, Master, why are you ignoring me?"
"Eh? Master, why is there blood on your shoes?"
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The Meiling Mountain God looked at Li Daoxuan with a twinkle in his eyes, and suddenly asked, "Little Taoist priest, who is your master?"
Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "My master is Zhang Qianyang."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the pupils of the Meiling Mountain God condense. At the same time, many people at the banquet gasped.
Even Wang Bo forgot the severe pain in his head and stared at Li Daoxuan with his mouth wide open.
"Zhang... Zhang Qianyang!!!"
"Did I hear correctly? He...he is actually Zhang Qianyang's disciple!"
"Hiss! Is it possible that Zhang Qianyang, the most ruthless man in Longhu Mountain who has disappeared for a long time, is going to appear again?"
"Didn't he say that he violated the Dragon Tiger Mountain sect rules and took the sword attack from the old Heavenly Master, and has fallen to the Yang God realm?"
"He deserves it. Who told him to rely on his high level of cultivation when he was young, cut down mountains and destroyed temples, and be so arrogant? Even the saint girl of the horse-riding lineage was destroyed by him, her soul was taken away, and she was suppressed in the bottom of the toilet for twenty years before she was reincarnated..."
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Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Li Daoxuan froze there.
What the hell, the most ruthless person in Longhu Mountain?
Violating the sect rules and taking the sword attack from the old Taoist priest?
And...the soul of the holy woman from the Chu Ma lineage was stripped out and she was suppressed under a toilet for twenty years?
Two dim eyes looked towards Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan coughed and avoided the sight of Master Wang Bo and his disciple. He really wanted to give his master a middle finger.
Master, you are pitting your disciple against your will!
