Fast time travel: clear dream presses the galaxy

Seeing that she likes to eat, Wen Yunchuan picked a lot of them at once.

Anyway, with her cultivation level, she eats just like ordinary fruits, except for the good taste, there is nothing else.

After eating seven or eight in a row, Xinghe was finally full.

Wen Yunchuan looked at the two spirit fruits he had already picked in his hands, and stuffed one into his mouth. It tasted really good.

But for a little slag like him in the foundation building period, if he eats one, his spiritual power will overflow, and if he eats two dantians, he will explode directly.

Looking at the spiritual fruits all over the back mountain, Xinghe couldn't help sighing; "I don't know if this wine is good to drink?".

She really just mentioned it offhand.

Because she didn't know the preciousness of lark fruit.

The villain's favorite thing to do is to please the master.

Go to the Cangjing Pavilion and start studying winemaking!
Although his talent is mediocre, he dares to call himself excellent for his dedication to wine!

That night, Wen Yunchuan passed by carrying a large jar of wine, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of wine!
Xinghe could smell the fragrance of wine from far away, very mellow, and greeted him directly out of the room.

Wen Yunchuan had already poured wine and crane meat on the stone bench in the yard, which tasted very strong.

There was no need for any politeness, before Wen Yunchuan could say anything, Xinghe was already sitting opposite him.

The moon hanging in the sky, reflected in the celadon wine glass, is so beautiful!
Xinghe picked up the wine glass, took the initiative to clink glasses with him, and asked curiously, "Is this wine made from lark fruit?".

Wen Yunchuan clinked glasses, his eyes were full of pride, and said with a light smile; "Master, please accept it."

It smells delicate, but Yirukou is extremely mellow, and only after eating it does it realize that it has great stamina.

There was a burst of fragrance in her throat. This was definitely the best wine she had drunk in so many years.

His eyes were sparkling, and he even licked his lips!

The best wine!

Wen Yunchuan was very happy, and took another chopsticks of crane meat for her and said, "Master, try it. This is made for you by my disciples. I know you like spicy food, so I put a lot of chili on it."

The crane meat was cut into a large piece.

But Xinghe likes the feeling of eating meat.

It is indeed a bit spicy, as expected, the crane is not fishy, ​​it is very chewy, and it is very comfortable to eat.

Xinghe thinks today is the happiest day in this plane, the best wine, the best meat~
The more you look at the villain, the more satisfied you are~
As a qualified apprentice, Wen Yunchuan must not let the master's glass be empty.

Same as that day.

Galaxy, cup after cup.

Good wine does not burn the throat, and good wine does not burn the head.

What Xinghe liked most in the previous plane was Li Bai's poems. He liked his boldness and his free and easy manner.

He took out the Immortal Slashing Sword from his waist.

Draw out the sword.

Wen Yunchuan couldn't bear it, and almost knelt down.

This was the case when Xinghe didn't release any coercion.

Wen Yunchuan felt that he was too weak.

When he goes back at night, the system must help him devour the monsters in his body, otherwise he will neither dare to cultivate immortality nor become a demon.

Xinghe didn't notice his abnormality, because she only had the bright moon and the sword in her eyes at this time.

Wen Yunchuan gritted his teeth, covered in cold sweat, and restrained his half-kneeled knees.

When I looked up and thought about what happened, I saw a girl in white clothes dancing with a sword under the moonlight.

The sword energy was too strong, Wen Yunchuan still knelt on the ground, but he didn't dare to look away for a moment!

The flowers blown by the sword energy in the distance fell in pieces.

Wen Yunchuan only drank a glass of wine, because this was the limit of his body.

But at this moment, he really wanted to get drunk. After drinking three glasses in a row, he was a little tipsy, and the spiritual power in the wine also helped him break through the coercion she had unintentionally revealed!

He also drew out the sword at his waist and made peace.

He no longer remembers whether he has completed a thousand missions or ten thousand missions. Every time he is sober, other people’s lives, and he is just a passer-by. How much he wants to live a boring life as an ordinary person, but he is sober and terrible, He had never even been drunk.

Now he just wants to get drunk and forget that he is an outsider.

Jian Manman sat alone on a branch, holding a jug of lark wine in his hand, watching the two sword dancers under the tree, the corners of his mouth turned bitter.

In the entire Qianjue Sect, she was only afraid of Qian Liuli.

And since what happened last time, they seem to have reached some kind of tacit agreement, as long as she keeps a low profile in Qianjuezong, then she will treat her as if she doesn't exist.

After drinking a jug of wine, the figure disappeared into the darkness.

It's been too long since I thought of him.

After dancing to a song, Xinghe was paralyzed on the ground from exhaustion.

Wen Yunchuan was also lying beside her.

The sword was thrown casually on the ground.

Whether it is a fairy weapon or a spiritual weapon.

Wen Yunchuan was already on top, looking at the sky full of petals, he stretched out his arms to hug the galaxy next to him.

Xinghe was already drunk and rubbed against his arms.

It seems that I want to find a comfortable position to sleep!
Wen Yunchuan didn't feel sleepy.

He muttered something to himself.

It seemed that Xinghe was making a noise, she covered his mouth with her hands impatiently.

Impatiently whispered; "Good boy, don't make trouble, sleepy."

Wen Yunchuan looked down at the girl in front of him, in a trance he felt very similar to Susu from the previous plane, quiet, gentle, and well-behaved.

Maybe the wine was too strong.

Maybe the dream is too beautiful.

Wen Yunchuan pulled her hand away, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

very soft.

It also has the scent of lark fruit.

The moment he touched it, Wen Yunchuan jumped up, and ran away in a panic.

Until half an hour later, he came back again.

With a guilty look on his face, he looked around.

Then the princess carried her back to the house.

Taking care of drunk people, he felt that he was too good.

I kind of miss going to another plane and taking care of the trivial troubles of drunk people.

Cover her with the quilt.

Pour the water.

Gently close the door.

The moon hanging in the sky is round and bright.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

Today is his happiest day in this plane.

It has been seven days since Xinghe woke up, with a splitting headache, but fortunately, his spiritual power can force out the remaining wine in his body, and he became sober and comfortable in a moment.

Hearing the rustling sound outside, he walked out of the yard and saw a group of elders standing around Wen Yunchuan, pointing.

"Why are there only [-] larkspurs this year? There were nearly a thousand in previous years?".

"Brother Yun just left, and such a big event happened, what should we do?"

"Nephew Wen, did you hide the other larkspurs?".

"Now there are only three hundred, and the elders are not enough to distribute, but what to do!".

"Oh, how can this be good!"

"...".

Wen Yunchuan lowered his eyes, and stared at the tip of his shoe casually.

He also secretly yawned, wondering when the master would wake up.

Hey, these old guys are so loud.

Isn't it just a little fruit?As for such a big battle?Didn't he keep a third of it?

If I knew it earlier, I would pick it all up!