Encounter God by chance

The top of a certain Danhuang Peak. Under the big tree, next to the stone platform.

Shen Yanwu poured tea for his senior brother Rong Yiren in a relaxed and happy manner, and said proudly: "Senior brother, what do you think of the effect of my pot of Qianye First Drunken Brew?"

Rong Yiren nodded, rarely stepping on him, and praised: "You have been tinkering with this Guji Decoction for hundreds of years to attack poison with poison and defend it with poison." Then the conversation changed and he said sternly: "But Junior brother, it's too risky for him to drink a large glass of wine for the first time. Fortunately, that boy has opened the nine meridians, otherwise I'm afraid he will suffer a lot."

Shen Yanwu shook his head and said: "Senior brother, to tell you the truth, I originally only planned to let him drink one cup, and I thought that I would need to help him refine that cup. Who would have known..." At this point, he picked up the tea cup and fiercely Take a sip.

Rong Yiren stared at him and said, "You spoiled my tea."

Shen Yanwu chuckled and offered more tea for his senior brother, apologizing. Then he poured a cup for himself, and continued: "After the first cup, I saw him faltering, and was about to take action. Suddenly, all nine of the boy's veins opened, and my Qianye brewed into Baiye brew. There was only one stick of incense. In a short time, he gathered the medicinal energy from all the limbs, bones, internal organs, and six internal organs, almost without wasting a single bit. Junior brother, this is the first time in thousands of years that I have seen someone open the nine meridians to refine the medicinal energy, and it is an eye-opener!"

Rong Yiren's face also showed an extremely cautious look at this time, thinking about something.

Then he said with longing and fascination: "When I was young, I saw Master Nankun open the nine meridians. It is said that it happened nearly thousands of years ago."

Shen Yanwu didn't want him to change the subject, so he asked: "Senior brother, won't anyone come to argue with this kid?"

Rong Yiren took a sip of tea, raised his eyes to look at the valley of servants, and said: "Dean Huo, I said harsh words, and he acquiesced. But you brought up the Nine Meridians again, I think you can't do it anymore Wait. We can’t let that kid take the exam! Think about it..."

Shen Yanwu immediately interjected: "Senior brother is wise! Senior brother, I came here today just to tell you this. Jiumai's affairs cannot be exposed. We must find a way to cover it up for him and block the news. Also, I guess , that kid’s spiritual root level cannot be measured..."

Rong Yiren slapped his thigh and said: "Yes, yes, junior brother, why have you been drinking less recently and are you not confused anymore?"

Shen Yanwu rolled his eyes and said, "I sometimes drink too much. Senior brother, you are right, but when did I become confused?"

Rong Yiren waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it. I will go to Vice President Situ now. No matter what the conditions, I will ask him for a special outer sect identity token. Don't let that kid take the exam, so as to save you a long night of dreams."

"Senior brother, are you sure it's the outer sect token?" Shen Yanwu asked with a sideways glance.

"Junior brother, what do you mean?..."

"More than two months ago, what was that kid's level of cultivation when he first came here? What level of cultivation is he now? Is there such a big entrance for him at the outer gate?" Shen Yanwu blurted out several questions.

Rong Yiren clapped his hands vigorously, nodded and said: "Junior brother, you have become more and more clear-headed after drinking less recently. Yes, he won't be able to stay for a few days even if he goes to the outer gate, so it is better to get there at once and go directly to the inner gate. That's it. I'm going to find Situ Mo. Junior brother, you can do what you want." After Rong Yiren finished speaking, he disappeared. Shen Yan was left alone, shaking his head and sipping tea under the tree.

According to the tradition of Chang'an College, there have always been strict procedures for the recruitment of disciples above the outer sect. Identity tokens can only be produced and issued by the Student Registration Hall of the General Affairs Hall, and they must be signed by Vice President Situ in charge of admissions. It is particularly stringent before and after the major admissions examination that takes place every 50 years.

It's not a big deal for a senior elder like Rong Yiren to be hired, but the procedures must be in place.

Only this time, the student that Dan Emperor Rong Yiren wants to specially approve is Wei Xifeng, whom everyone is watching. Rong Yiren also knows that being slaughtered is inevitable.

Wei Xifeng knew very little about what was happening in the outside world. He spent most of his time comprehending the "horizontal" sword move.

On this day, he felt something in his trance and smiled. The wine senior is here again.

Shen Yanwu released his consciousness from a distance and watched his every move. Seeing him pouting, he knew he had been discovered, so he showed up.

Wei Xifeng trotted out of the cave, stood upright, clasped his fists at Shen Yanwu, and bowed to the end: "Junior, thank you for the treasure you gave me last time!"

Shen Yanwu chuckled and said, "You also know that it is a treasure?"

Wei Xifeng said: "Returning to the seniors, the juniors have benefited a lot. After drinking that pot of wine, the juniors were promoted to two levels in a row."

"In future chats, we don't need to have so many rules. We won't answer anything. Just say it straight." Shen Yanwu found a stone to sit down and waved to Wei Xifeng: "I'm really here to drink today, so sit down quickly."

Wei Xifeng was still hesitating, Shen Yanwu glanced at him, and he sat down opposite Shen Yanwu.

Shen Yanwu took out a storage bag, threw it in front of Wei Xifeng, and asked: "Last time you said you had eaten tiger meat, I went to get one. Come on, make some. Let me see if your skills are worthy of it." You deserve my wine." As he spoke, he took out two wine bags, one large and one small.

Wei Xifeng looked at his senior's face suspiciously, and when he saw that he didn't seem to be joking, he opened the storage bag.

Sure enough, there was indeed an adult tiger, but it was already a corpse.

In Wei Xifeng's tribe, hunting is a must-learn skill for men, and the children grew up in the wonder of adults bringing back the carcasses of different beasts.

Although he has never dismembered a tiger, he has done a lot of disemboweling and disembowelling animals.

At this time, upon seeing the tiger corpse, past memories flooded into the sea of ​​consciousness. He took off his dagger and slashed the tiger's chin along the umbilical line...

Shen Yanwu saw that he was deft and deft in his movements, peeling the skin, removing the meat, deboning... the cook and deboning the tiger, all in one go. Although this boy looks immature, he is an expert at work.

In less than half an hour, an adult tiger became a food item neatly placed on the stone.

Wei Xifeng had already seen what was in the storage bag just now. Now he took it out, installed the grill, lit a fire to barbecue, started the stove, buried the pot, and cooked the internal organs...

Shen Yanwu stared at him, a little doubtful whether this boy was really 16 years old.

In the world of spiritual practice where people often live thousands of years old, a 16-year-old is not even considered a kid.

Shen Yanwu's storage bag naturally had all the seasonings available, but Wei Xifeng didn't recognize many of them. At this time, Shen Danhuang came on stage. Hundreds of pots and pans were placed. Shen Danhuang completely abandoned his status and became a dedicated cook.

Wei Xifeng took out the wine bottle and glass that Shen Yanwu had left behind, held it in both hands and said it would be returned to his senior. Shen Yanwu smiled and said: You can keep it. It will come in handy when drinking in the future. Wei Xifeng thanked him and put it away.

He was not polite at this time and reached for the big wine bag.

Shen Yanwu patted his outstretched hand and said, "Greedy. The little one is yours."

Wei Xifeng obeyed and took the small wine bag, thinking to himself, why was the big one given to me last time, but the small one this time.

Shen Yan didn't see him thinking and ignored him. He opened the lid of the wine bag and tilted his neck to drink wine.

Wei Xifeng follows suit.

So, two Mo Shuke, one old and one young, each held up a wine bag, drank, ate, and talked...