"Golden bottles and jade cups made by immortals are given as gifts to fellow cultivators."

"No matter how good your future is, I'll relieve you of your worries."

The Linghu Lake expands far away, encompassing all the lakes and seas, and practitioners from all over the Holy Continent can hear this sound.

And when he looked up, there was no need to rely on the palm apricot preaching scene this time. Everyone could see the eight busts of acquaintances in white robes. They raised their glasses in the sky and took the lead in drinking the wine with a smile.

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"Wow!"

Let’s not talk about the intention of this move.

The sincerity of his feelings and the boldness of his spirit have taken the lead in igniting the emotions of everyone in the five regions and raising them to the highest level.

"I'll give you some milk from heaven, and the Eighth Sword Immortal will give me some wine?"

"Ah? I have a share, too? But don't all ancient sword cultivators abstain from drinking alcohol? Why did Ba Zun know that he broke the precept first?"

"Hahaha, I just broke through the innate sword sense yesterday, and I was recognized by the Eighth Sword Immortal. I am an ancient sword cultivator!"

"This wine... is good wine! It is indeed a fairy brew, it is really a good wine! It has a mellow taste, strong and domineering, cough... cough cough! This is how a man should be!"

"Did you all drink? Isn't that bad? I practice swordsmanship. I heard that drinking makes people mess with swords. It has been more than thirty years since I stopped drinking... Hiss! Good wine! Enjoyable!"

"Haha, what a 'regardless of the future, I will relieve you of your worries'. What a bullshit drinking habit. I also broke it today, so I'll do it first as a token of respect!"

In fact, it is difficult for any other place in the five regions, or even one clan or another, to have a glass of wine. After all, there are still mostly spiritual refiners in each place.

But places like the Sword Burial Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Fengjia City, etc. are all places where ancient sword cultivators gather.

At that time, the sky was full of golden bottles appearing out of thin air, the city was filled with the fragrant smell of alcohol, and the Eight Masters were the first to drink it all...

The Eighth Sword Immortal gives wine!

Who dares not to give this face?

Even at the beginning, ancient sword cultivators from all over the country were hesitant, especially the ancient sword cultivators from the Eastern Region. Most of them knew this sentence mentioned by the Eight Masters in the early days:

"Drunken swords, swords chaos."

At that time, Gu Jianxiu followed suit and insisted on abstaining from alcohol for decades, but now he is hesitant.

But today, the Eighth Sword Immortal takes the initiative to break the precept, which is nothing more than a statement to the world: don't mention the past, and focus on the present.

"Was it wrong in the past?"

When strong alcohol enters your mouth and burns your throat.

It is not only the person's mouth, tongue and esophagus that are burned, but also the unswerving will of the ancient sword cultivators.

"If you are not worried about the future, please comfort your heart first. I understand! I understand the Eighth Sword Immortal's hard work!"

"With this glass of wine, he wants to tell us that strict rules and regulations are not enough. Those who practice swordsmanship should cultivate their true heart first. If we insist on insisting on 'drunk with wine, swords will mess with people', aren't we also trapped by this commandment?"

"The Buddha without God, not only the God Buddha without God, but also the so-called conventions in the world, may be wrong, even if it was first proposed by the Eight Masters!"

"Brother, what you said makes sense, but Bazun knows that it is respect to do something first, so I choose to forgive him."

"Okay! You have forgiven Bazun, and I also forgive Bazun!"

"Ah? You all forgive me? Then I forgive you too!"

"Then I also..."

After not joining the world for thirty years, once he joined the world, he took the lead in denying his past self in front of the five realms.

In fact, not many people know whether this is good or bad, and they are too lazy to delve into it.

Everyone only knows that the golden bottle is the leader, and the eight nobles know how to reward their faces. The most noble wine I have ever drunk in my life may be this cup.

If you still hold it, you are really stupid!

If there is wine to drink, after hesitating, drink it all in one gulp.

But after all, the number of ancient sword cultivators in the Five Realms was small, and those who had no alcohol to drink, when they saw the ancient sword cultivators who were always at the rear of the crane, they all started to cheer boldly, and their eyes started to spit fire.

"Isn't it just a glass of wine? If you do it like this, I think you will even chew the glass into your stomach. What's the matter?"

"Haha! What kind of fairy home brew is this? It must have been stored for a long time. I know it's sour even without tasting it!"

"The eight masters have no pattern. Why do you only give them to the world's ancient sword cultivators? He also practices Taoism, and I also practice Taoism. Why don't you give it to me, a fellow Taoist?"

"Then I choose Huachangdeng!"

"You choose Huachang Deng? Then I will choose Huachang Deng too!"

"No, why did you choose Huachangdeng? Huachangdeng didn't even give Gu Jianxiu wine..."

…

Ancient and modern Wangyou Tower.

Xu Xiaoshou did not expect that the Eight Masters could bring a glass of wine into the building and present it in front of him.

He is bargaining with Kong Yuhen!

He can give him the Gate of Reincarnation. After all, it is not a bad thing to have spare time to gather six gates and reshape the current situation.

As for the Origin True Blade: War, the Origin True Blade: Dragon, he got them all, and the Origin True Blade: Heaven, he also got it from Demon Ancestor.

Origin Zhenjie: The sword seems to be still in the sword tower. Yutu seems to have seen it before?

The origin of the four ancestors of reincarnation, Zhenjie, has been taken.

As for Jianlou, Xu Xiaoshou also plans to go there with Liu Fuyu in the future, so it will be decided after this battle!

As for those ancestors who were still alive, he didn't dare to make that idea.

Xu Xiaoshou had to beg for money when the rest of them didn't know if they had the original true Jie in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower.

Kong Yuhen didn't make it clear that he didn't have it, but he didn't show it.

Xu Xiaoshou wanted Xing Yuhen to accompany him to the long river of time, and meet with the War Ancestor, the Tian Ancestor, and the Dragon Ancestor. He would first finalize the incarnations of the three great ancestral gods, and then talk about the "Original True Boundary: Time".

The bargaining was going on fiercely, and the two parties were arguing so much that they both felt like they were stingy. The Eight Masters came out to give away drinks!

"Didn't you go out to fight?"

This bust of the old man in white robe, should I say it, is extremely arrogant - he obviously wasn't wearing this kind of clothes when he left the building, when did he change it?

Changing costumes while running through a time rift?

And even if you give me wine, just listen to this useless poem - so capable of writing poetry? Just write it as soon as you go out, and then give it to everyone in the world?

"No, how can you be so good at pretending..."

Xu Xiaoshou bared his teeth and stared at the glass of wine in front of him. He grabbed it and poured it into the air: "I haven't left the building for a while, why are you making so much noise outside?"

The eight deities remained silent and just offered him wine.

This is the first person in the five realms who doesn't give him face.

The first glass was spilled, which triggered a hidden easter egg - his bust did not disappear in time, and he handed over the second glass of wine with a smile, and he was still able to speak:

"Master Shou, I know it's you. I don't have time to talk to you anymore. Just drink this cup."

Why?

Xu Xiaoshou chewed on the four lines of the bad poem, whether it should be said or not, it was actually quite good for the purpose of debut, mainly because it was enough to attract public attention...

He grabbed the golden cup, but did not pour it out this time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me a poem. I will use it when I go out later. I will respect you with this cup, respectfully."

The eight busts of Master became even dimmer, and it was clear that time was running out: "Master Shou, I can lend you the name of your sword, please give me a helping hand."

Borrowing a name?

At this point, Xu Xiaoshou came out of his jealousy and finally realized what this coquettish old man was doing.

He chuckled: "A glass of wine and a poem."

Bazunzun opened his mouth, but now he couldn't even speak. His figure disappeared and turned into flying smoke.

"Hey! Are you going to die now?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, why are you so weak?

He hurriedly drank the wine in the glass: "Here's to you! Here's to you! Don't forget to owe me a poem!"

…

Sword burial mound and sword washing pool.

Wen Ting grabbed the golden bottle in his hand, laughed loudly, picked up his robe and trotted towards the only remaining sword in the pool.

"Qingju, look, the wine is coming!"

"This cup is full of sword thoughts, and the name is contained in it. The ambition of the wolf is clearly revealed."

"But hahaha, he borrowed the sword of the world and the name of the world, and he didn't even think that you ended up here with me. I feel worthless for you..."

Wen Ting ran into the sword washing pool and squatted down.

Qingju's sword shook wildly, his whimpering ceased, and his sword tears flowed down drop by drop. It can be said that he was heartbroken.
To be continued...