There are hundreds of wine houses built in Zhuqing Palace. The one who can sell spiritual wine in the houses is at least the old monster Rong Ling.

Most Pimai disciples can only set up simple stalls along the street to display the brewed spiritual wine for monks to drink.

The fees for free tastings are all recorded in the account and paid by the sect. The immortal jade used by the monks to buy wine will be obtained by the disciples of Zhuqing Palace.

This sect specializes in brewing spiritual wine, and the wine party was originally held to select disciples who were good at brewing, so as to focus on cultivating them.

In order to earn immortal jade and gain the attention of the sect, each Zhuqing disciple tried his best to attract customers.

Ning Fan walked along the long bamboo forest street, smelling the aroma of wine, and his murderous heart was at peace at this moment. The old devil said that women and wine are indispensable, and it is indeed true.

Along the road, there were many female stall owners with bright eyes and secretive glances, which attracted many male cultivators to stop frequently. But Ning Fan was always calm and smiled at the women who came to him.

Occasionally I taste a glass, but I never buy it, and I don't comment on the quality of the spirit wine. When the wine goes into my mouth, I turn around and leave.

Moreover, most of the spiritual wines he drinks are of the first grade, with almost no second grade.

Cao Kang, who was following behind, couldn't stop complaining. He followed Ning Fan in just to drink more second-grade spiritual wine, so that he could use the power of the wine to hit the bottleneck in the middle stage of spiritual fusion.

He wanted to lead Ning Fan to a stall selling high-grade wine, but Ning Fan seemed to know the way and went in the direction of choosing low-grade wine. In the end, he ended up in the first-grade wine area that specialized in first-grade spirits.

Does Ning Fan know the road? No, it is the first time for a junior Pimai to come to Zhuqing Palace, how can he know the road?

"This little friend Yunfan is coming to Zhuqing Palace for the first time. Unless he can use his spiritual thoughts to explore the surroundings and understand the entire layout of Zhuqing Palace, he will never be able to find the way... Exploring Zhuqing Palace with his spiritual thoughts? This is too incredible.

Got it!"

As soon as this idea arose, Cao Kang killed it, thinking that his idea was really ridiculous.

It is unrealistic to detect the layout of Zhuqing Palace with spiritual thoughts.

Not to mention that Ning Fan is a junior of Pimai and has no spiritual thoughts. Even if he has spiritual thoughts, Zhuqing Palace has a peak infant-level mind isolation formation. Unless he is the ancestor of the gods, who can spy on Zhuqing with his spiritual thoughts?

palace?

"That's all. Little Friend Yun wants to drink some spiritual wine, so I'll drink some with him. After all, he paid for the wine..."

Cao Kang still has some advantages. He accepts money and does things honestly.

No longer caring about the quality of the spirit wine, Cao Kang simply followed Ning Fan. When he saw the spirit wine, he took a glass and drank it like a cow chewing peonies.

Ning Fan ignored Cao Kang. His heart was immersed in cups of wine to calm his mind.

A glass of spiritual wine turns into a stream of heat when it enters the throat, arousing a sense of enlightenment.

When people in the world are sad and in pain, they drink alcohol to dilute their sorrow.

When people are happy and celebrating auspicious times, they will drink alcohol to cheer up the atmosphere.

Why sadness can be diluted, why joy can be remembered even more...

Why do some people know that they will not get drunk after a thousand cups, but when they are sad, they will get drunk after just one cup...

Ning Fan thought secretly, and his Taoist enlightenment merged into the wine, and he gradually realized... There is a truth to the truth in wine...

Alcohol cannot change people's mood, it only changes the human heart itself.

Mortals are too weak to drink and will get drunk. Why do monks get drunk even if they have magic power to protect themselves?

Looking at the glass of water and wine in his hand, Ning Fan's enlightenment deepened. He realized that as he understood the way of wine, his spiritual will began to sublimate!

It is not a sublimation from great achievement to perfection, but a qualitative change...

On the Star Island, he initially united the three minds of gods, demons and demons into one, painted a seven-plum snow scene in the sky, and created the art of wind and snow.

In the Lost World Tower, he completely integrated the three artistic conceptions, allowing the three artistic conceptions to merge into a state of grandeur.

The divine will of the eighth-level rain, the demonic will of the sixth-level mountain, and the demonic intention of supporting Li of at least the first-level.

What is the new divine will obtained from the fusion of three artistic conceptions...and what level is it?

Ning Fan didn't know, but that brand new divine will was manifested in Qimei Fengxue, but its grade was higher than the first grade.

The artistic conception is divided into nine levels. The demonic intention of the carp with the demon general is the ninth level. The demonic intention of Fu Li, the Four Saints and others is the first level... What level is the artistic conception above the first level!

The glass of wine in his hand was like an introduction, leading to a series of Ning Fan's thoughts.

Ning Fan realized that this wine must have something in common with his new divine will, otherwise, he would not be able to lose consciousness because of a glass of water and wine.

"What exactly is my new divine will, and what level is it?"

"How can this glass of wine make me lose my mind?"

"I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out..."

Ning Fan picked up a bottle of spiritual wine again and again and put it down again and again.

I passed one stall after another, but was disappointed again and again.

No, it's not...this is not the wine he wants. These wines cannot give him full enlightenment, nor can he improve his divine will again.

Ning Fan's mind became increasingly disturbed, which was a sign of failure in enlightenment and the growth of inner demons.

In front of his eyes, memories of past hatred suddenly appeared, which were the humiliations he suffered in Wu Guohaining when he was a mortal.

"Why do these past events disturb my mind at this moment..." Ning Fan frowned deeper.

Cao Kang, who was following behind, was a little surprised.

He secretly wondered why this little friend Yun Fan suddenly became picky and stopped drinking the first-grade spiritual wine. Could it be that he was looking for the second-grade wine?

His brows were furrowed so deeply, as if someone owed him some immortal jade.

Cao Kang was thinking deeply when he was suddenly interrupted by a sound of coughing up blood in front of him.

"This wine...cough!"

Ning Fan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and looked surprised. The next moment, the smoldering past in his heart turned into a mouthful of dirty blood... he coughed it up!

This scene simply shocked Cao Kang.

Why do you cough up blood after drinking so much?

Cao Kang approached the stall and glanced coldly, realizing that the wine that made Ning Fan vomit blood was just a taste of spiritual wine.

No, it is barely enough to say that it is a spiritual wine. The medicinal power is so thin that it is only a little stronger than ordinary wine.

No, it’s simply Fanjiu with a slight medicinal smell!

"Little friend Yun vomited blood. Is this wine poisonous? Or is the wine too powerful and hurting Xiaoyou Yun's immortal veins? No way, the bird smell has obviously faded away, how can it have the medicinal power of fart? Is it really poisonous?

"

Cao Kang doubtfully picked up a glass of wine, smelled it, looked strange, drank it down again, and became even more confused.

It’s strange, this wine is unpleasant to drink, but it doesn’t seem to be poisonous?

Just like water, it has simply faded away from the smell of birds, has no medicinal power at all, and cannot improve the cultivation level at all.

But it's really not poisonous.

Cao Kang thought secretly and couldn't find any reason for Ning Fan to cough up blood.

He accepted Ning Fan's money, so he couldn't be irresponsible for Ning Fan's safety.

"Did you make this wine? Tell me, why did my friend vomit blood after drinking your wine?"

Cao Kang's eyes darkened, and he glanced at the wine stall owner, not showing off his anger. The stall owner was a young man, but he only had a third-level cultivation of Pimai, so he was pitifully weak.

From Cao Kang's point of view, it would be most direct to ask the stall owner why Ning Fan was vomiting blood.

The other party was only a third-level Pimai-leveler, but he, Cao Kang, was a Rong Ling. In front of him, how could that young man dare to lie?

When questioned by Cao Kang, the young man's face turned pale with fright. His technique for brewing spiritual wine was indeed not good. This batch of spiritual wine was not considered a first-class wine in the strict sense, so it was naturally not a good wine.

But even if it is not a good wine, at least there is no problem with its quality and safety, and it is absolutely impossible for someone to drink it and vomit blood!

Just hearing Cao Kang's domineering tone, the young man knew that if he didn't give Cao Kang a satisfactory answer today, the matter would probably become a big deal.

Didn't you hear what Cao Kang said? The one who vomited blood was Cao Kang's friend! He was a friend of the old monster Rong Ling. He, a disciple of Pimai, couldn't afford to offend him!

"Cao, Deacon Cao, I really don't know why this brother vomited blood, but I am willing to compensate..."

"Okay! Compensate! If you come up with the apology, my friend will not pursue this matter!" Cao Kang looked back and saw that Ning Fan had wiped away the blood and was deep in thought.

Seeing that Ning Fan was fine, Cao Kang was relieved. He didn't want to make things worse. He was from Zhuqing Palace after all, and his sect's wine made people vomit blood. He had an excuse to lecture people and claim compensation, but he really wanted to

He didn't think it was necessary to do anything to this disciple.

"Yes! This junior is willing to compensate ten, ten pieces of immortal jade..."

The young man was a little scared. Cao Kang was a master of integrating spirits, but he was the outer deacon of Zhuqing Palace and was responsible for these new disciples.

The young man was afraid of offending Cao Kang, so in order to make amends at this moment, he was naturally willing to spend money to eliminate the disaster, but the money was a bit small.

"Ten pieces of fairy jade?"

Cao Kang laughed angrily.

He even gave this young man a chance to apologize. Why is this young man so ignorant?

His wine made Ning Fan vomit blood, so he only paid ten pieces of immortal jade!

Who is Ning Fan? Even if he is just a junior in Pimai, but he has a huge amount of immortal jade, he will give away 1,000 immortal jade casually, but he will take care of the boy's 10 pieces of immortal jade?
To be continued...