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Chapter 736: Blood Spirit Wine is Really Delicious

"Hiccup~hiss~~~"

After drinking almost a liter of wine, Xiaoyu put down the wine gourd, burped, and exhaled the aroma of wine.

She had interrogated the deer demon Chi Lingzi about the "Blood Spirit Sutra" in her early years, and also knew that the cultivation of the "Da Ri Ling Zao" was related to the "Blood Spirit Sutra". Last year, she also went to the "Yan Wang Bi Liang" and wiped out Chi Lingzi's entire family, gaining many evil spiritual objects and secret methods.

The "human blood wine" at this time used some evil methods of the "Blood Demonic Dao", but did not change the essence of the blood wine. It was still a spiritual wine, but its color and taste had the sweetness of the "Big Sun Spiritual Dates".

It was somewhat similar to the "flavored drinks" she had drunk in her previous life.

As long as the word "flavor" is marked, don't expect to find real juice in it; it's all technology and hard work.

The same is true for Xiaoyu's gourd of "Flavored Blood Spirit Wine".

It looks like it's related to blood, but it's actually a "spiritual blood flavored wine".

Inside the ice and snow tent, several "ancient people" who had never experienced the baptism of technology and hard work were immediately frightened.

"Master Dao, is this the spiritual wine made from the blood of the Qin people the other day?" Ke Bineng licked his cracked lips that were oozing blood, his expression was very conflicted, both eager and hesitant, "How many times has it been filtered now? It smells very mellow."

He certainly wasn't hesitant about the possibility that the drink might have been tainted with feces and urine.

At this time, they have fallen so low that they have to eat "immortal pills to fill their stomachs". Having good wine to drink is a blessing, so why would they care about those "impurities"?
They just remain suspicious and highly vigilant towards "Longyang Taoist Master".

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "After filtering three times, it is already very pure, Great Chanyu..."

She lifted up the red gourd and was about to offer Ke Bineng a drink.

But before Kebi could refuse, she showed hesitation, took back the red gourd, and swallowed the rest of her words.

Ke Bineng moved his lips a few times, but ultimately did not ask for it.

Venerable Huang Feng, who was lying on the ground, exchanged glances with Yuwen Bo for a few times, then said weakly, "Fellow Daoist Longyang, I am seriously injured and have lost too much blood. Can you give me a glass of spiritual wine?"

"Hey, what's the 'gift'? When I meet a drinking buddy, a thousand cups is not too little. Open your mouth, fellow Taoist, and I'll feed you."

Xiaoyu chuckled, grabbed the red-skinned gourd with his right hand, and gently patted the belly of the gourd with his left hand.

"Crash!"

A line of blood flew out from the mouth of the bottle, drew an arc, and fell accurately into the open mouth of Venerable Huang Feng.

“Gulp~~~”

Reverend Huang Feng swallowed heavily, and his originally pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Good wine, it is indeed a sweet and delicious blood-related holy product full of spiritual energy!"

After taking a few more sips, he shouted again: "Brother Dao, what a trick!"

But it was a line of wine that flew out of the wine gourd and remained suspended in the air.

If Venerable Huang Feng did not stretch out his mouth to catch it, it would not fall.

Yuwen Bo said, "We still don't know much about the battle outside Juyong Pass this morning. Can Daoist Longyang help us solve this puzzle?"

Xiaoyu slapped the wine gourd again, and a red line came to her lips.

It is similar to the "invisible controllable straw" of Venerable Huang Feng. You put your mouth close to it and suck it, and the wine will flow up.

While drinking, she sighed and recounted her experiences of the morning in detail.

Except for some omissions and embellishments because she ran away "too timely", the rest is true.

After she finished speaking, she sighed with a puzzled look on her face: "I still can't figure it out, it's clear that Meng Yi doesn't want to fight with the Snow Mountain Patriarch at all.

Even Meng Yi made it clear that he wanted to put the overall situation first and capture Juyongguan first, and was not willing to show off his personal bravery.

But the Snow Mountain Patriarch refused to listen. He charged alone with a gun at the center of Meng Yi's army.

I was dumbfounded at the time and completely at a loss. I could only rush to the city gate and prepare to defend the city with several generals.

However, the Qin army was too large in number, with fifteen military formations, and at least twenty human immortals in each formation.

Damn it, even the hundred generals are human immortals, how can we fight them?
I have been traveling in the Flowing Sand Region for thousands of years, but I have never seen such a ruthless army."

She looked eagerly at the people in the tent, her face and eyes full of innocence and helplessness, "Great Chanyu, and fellow Taoists, I really can't do this!

I am not a general and have never commanded a large army.

At that time, the Qin army rushed up the city wall like a tide, and I was completely confused. "

"Alas, don't blame Daojun." Ke Bineng sighed.

——This old demon is slippery and treacherous. Isn't it nonsense to expect him to be the pillar? Snow Mountain Patriarch is just like what the old demon said. Even if he is not afraid of death and really rushes up to resist, he can't hold on. He is not capable enough and can't hold on.

The old devil didn't ruin the situation when it was going well, but he fled when the situation went bad.

You can blame him for not trying hard, but you can't blame him for the defeat.

The key lies in the Snow Mountain Ancestor!

What did the ancestor mean, what was he thinking at the time? What unexpected events did he encounter?
Ke Bineng himself was a veteran of the battlefield. Just from the simple description of the Juyongguan battlefield by "Longyang Daojun", he was able to determine two things: first, the old demon Longyang was at most slacking off, and he did not take the initiative to cause trouble. The situation on the battlefield changed rapidly at that time, and he had no chance to cause trouble; second, the old demon Longyang's retreat was actually tactically correct.

Ke Bineng had seen and experienced the fifteen military formations of the Meng family army himself.

The Donghu people were fighting with their army, but they couldn't hold out because of their large numbers. How could they expect the old devil Longyang to bring 5,000 elite cavalry to change their fate?

Moreover, the 5,000 elite cavalrymen who were brought out of the pass did not obey the command of the old demon Long Yang at all.

There is only one person who can truly help the 300,000 Donghu troops to change their fate, and that is the Snow Mountain Ancestor!

If it weren't for the Snow Mountain Ancestor, even if he had rashly led his army to guard Juyong Pass, today's defeat would not have changed, and they could have held out for two more days at most.

"Did Snow Mountain Patriarch suddenly go insane?"

Ke Bineng looked at the "national teacher" Yuwen Bo with doubt.

Yuwen Bo pondered and said, "The Snow Mountain Ancestor has not returned yet, he must have died on the spot.

Even if he has a brain storm, he will never joke with his own life.

Perhaps his secret method needs to be used against Meng Yi at close range, and he cannot take the head of an enemy general in the midst of thousands of troops."

"But there's no need for him to force a charge at Meng Yi's central army. With more than a dozen military formations and hundreds of human immortals, there's no chance of him winning, right?" Ke Bineng said.

Yuwen Bo frowned. It was indeed crazy for him to attack the Meng family army alone.

"If it were an ordinary general, it would be very abnormal to attack the enemy's center, but Meng Yi himself has done this many times. Given the bravery of the Snow Mountain Ancestor, it is not completely incomprehensible." He said slowly.

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand something.

Under normal circumstances, it is indeed very stupid and unreasonable for a single person on horseback to attack an army of tens of thousands of people in formation, and it should not be a tactic.

But she saw with her own eyes that Meng Yi himself had done the same.

Outside Yanmen Pass, he left five thousand Black Feather Guards on the hillside and attacked Xiuge's tens of thousands of elite Xiongnu cavalry.

Theoretically, the combination of Xiu Ge and Zhang Yuan was stronger than the Meng family army outside Juyong Pass at that time.

How is the result?

Meng Yi was not in any trouble. Instead, he moved freely in the army formation, and was just short of becoming an invincible person.

Meng Yi proved with facts that as long as one is strong enough, a single-handed attack on the enemy's center can become a common tactic to reverse the situation.

Could it be that the Snow Mountain Patriarch is so self-righteous that he thinks his skills of more than ten thousand years are stronger than those of the young Meng Yi, and that he will definitely do better than Meng Yi, but it turns out that he is actually an old trash?
"Meng Yi is the pillar of the Qin Dynasty, the most powerful general of the Shangbang, and the ancestor of the Snow Mountain." Ke Bineng had a tangled expression, "After all, the ancestor was a little too arrogant."

Fire Wing Immortal pondered and said, "What do you think of the armor on Snow Mountain Patriarch? To be able to create such armor, Snow Mountain Patriarch must be very familiar with the art of war.

As a veteran general, he shouldn't have made such a serious tactical misjudgment."

Xiao Yu said: "That wasn't the armor he made himself, it was a birthday gift from the Dragon Palace Prince.

In his early years, before he became an immortal, the Snow Mountain Patriarch had served as a general, but he lived for more than 16,000 years.

Nowadays, the art of war is developing rapidly, and his past experience may be outdated."

Fire Wing Immortal shook his head and said, "We have all witnessed the level of Dragon Elephant Buddha in military tactics. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the most powerful general in Donghu.

But all the skills that Dragon Elephant Buddha had were learned from the Snow Mountain Patriarch.

It is impossible that the apprentice can do something but the teacher cannot."

Ke Bineng nodded slowly and sighed, "If Dragon Elephant Buddha hadn't encountered an accident, we wouldn't have lost so badly in today's battle."

If Dragon Elephant Buddha had not died, he would have definitely accompanied Master into battle.

This is called "father and son fighting together in battle."

He is much more reliable than the cowardly, cunning and treacherous old demon Long Yang.

Even if the defense of Juyongguan was lost, Dragon Elephant Buddha and Snow Mountain Patriarch could retreat safely.

If they joined forces and broke out to the east, they would be able to retain at least 50,000 troops.

How could it be like now, he is the great Khan, but he doesn’t even have a single soldier around him?

A lost nail ruins a horseshoe, a broken horse breaks, a wounded rider loses a battle, and a country is destroyed.
If Ke Bi had heard this Western folk song, he would definitely hum it at this moment.

"We are so unlucky." Ke Bineng concluded: "Each year ago, we offered sacrifices to heaven and earth in the royal court of Chifeng and appealed to Changshengtian for the 'Twenty-eight Grudges against the Qin Dynasty', and the Donghu army has won victory after victory.

Wherever this Chanyu went, the Qin people turned terrified at the mention of him and became afraid before the battle even began. It can be said that he had the best of both time and place.

That scene of thriving vitality and flourishing development is still before our eyes, as if it were yesterday - no 'as if', just a few days ago, before the Xiongnu Zuoguli King's army was completely annihilated, we always had the upper hand.

Even though tens of thousands of "knights" from the counties of Shanggu, Yuyang, Beiping, Guangyang, etc., came to the northern border with their own food and swords to fight us, we still wiped them out in one fell swoop, chopping off 30,000 heads, including more than 2,000 human immortals!
The people in the Central Plains were so discouraged and their blood was drained.

But suddenly, we couldn't do anything.

Xiu Ge's entire army was inexplicably wiped out. Our army's most powerful general, Long Xiang Fo, could not even get into trouble when his soul left his body.

Then he tried to summon wind and snow, but was caught by the gods.

The plague of Master Yuwen was so effective that it was used in Daiyi City. As a result, none of the Qin people were infected with the plague, but our military camp was full of plague.

The Snow Mountain Patriarch clearly had the magical power to kill Meng Yi, but he died inexplicably."

He hit his head hard with his fist, his hoarse voice full of confusion and unwillingness, "Why, why is it like this?

The destiny is in my hands and in Donghu. Where has God's favor suddenly gone?
Even if we lose your favor, we shouldn't be so unlucky!"

If Xiaoyu was the one who released the plague pill, they would definitely question her by now.

But she was only responsible for the water-avoiding technique, and it was Venerable Huang Feng who decided where to place the plague pill.

Moreover, "Longyang Daojun" and Venerable Huangfeng had reminded them that the underground water veins inside and outside the city were connected, and the plague was likely to spread to the Donghu camp. The Donghu must not drink well water in the next two days.

But many Donghu warriors still drank the well water.

Because boiling snow water is too troublesome, there is simply not enough firewood and clean snow.

The snow in the camp had long been trampled into black mud and then frozen solid.

"Gudong gudong~~" Xiaoyu remained silent and just kept drinking.

Ke Bineng was feeling depressed and wanted to drink to drown his sorrows.

He looked at Venerable Huang Feng. He was just like Xiao Yu, drinking silently with his eyes narrowed.

Kebineng turned his head again and looked at Yuwen Bo for instructions: Venerable Huangfeng is fine, the wine and drinks are fine.

Yuwen Bo smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Longyang, I have some taste, can you give me--"

"Don't say 'ci', I'll get angry with you if you say 'ci'!" Xiaoyu pretended to be displeased.

"Okay, okay, I'll have a glass of wine to quench my thirst." Yuwen Bo said.

Xiaoyu slapped the wine gourd, and another invisible smart straw appeared at Yuwenbo's mouth.

Yuwen Bo took a light sip, and the sweet and mellow wine flowed into his mouth.

——The golden elixir is functioning normally and is non-toxic.

The magic power is slowly recovering and the broken body is also healing. It is indeed a top-grade spiritual wine!

Moreover, it tastes really good. It is obviously brewed with the essence and blood of living people, but it has no bloody smell, only the sweetness of blood. This old devil has great skills!

Well, even a cautious and experienced man like Yuwen Bo was fooled by Xiaoyu's "Blood Spirit Sutra Flavored Drink".

In fact, it’s not their fault.

The essence and blood of this world are the materialized essence and vitality.

There is no essential difference between the vital energy transformed from blood and the spiritual energy drawn from magical herbs and elixirs.

Therefore, evil methods such as "Blood Spirit Sutra" were born, which were used to steal people's blood and essence, refine their qi and cultivate immortality.

After chatting for another half an hour, Yuwen Bo finally gave Ke Bineng a look that said "You can drink it, it's good wine."

Then Ke Bineng and Huo Yixian vied for the "bestow" of spiritual wine.

"It's really good wine! Xiao Wang's body was originally very tired and heavy as if it didn't belong to him. After drinking a glass, he immediately became energetic, his qi and blood became active, and his internal strength increased."

Ke Bineng's eyes were full of amazement and expectation, and he asked, "Can such a rich spiritual wine really be brewed infinitely by living people?"

Xiao Yu smiled and nodded, "Didn't the Great Chanyu see it with his own eyes? There is a secret to this 'blood wine' of mine."

She casually talked about the basic principles of the Blood Spirit Scripture and the Great Sun Spirit Dates, and concluded: "Although the spirit wine is mixed with demon fairy inner pills and various spiritual medicines, they are all for the purpose of improving the taste of the spirit wine. After all, you drink it yourself, no matter how much you invest, you will enjoy it yourself."

Inside the ice and snow tent, everyone, including Ke Bineng, had an expression of realization.

——This old demon is actually good at the "Blood Demon Way", no wonder he can brew such blood spirit wine.

They are all "experts". Even if Xiaoyu did not elaborate on the specific practice methods of the Blood Spirit Sutra, they could understand the basic principles of brewing blood wine.

"In the past few years, we have slaughtered millions of Qin people just north of the Great Wall. If all the money was used to make wine, how many warriors with great martial arts skills could we, the Donghu, cultivate?" Kebineng said, staring at Xiaoyu with a burning gaze.

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "This is easy. After sending the Great Chanyu back to the Chifeng Royal Court, I will give the secret method of brewing wine directly to the Donghu."

Ke Bineng was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude, "With the Taoist's elixir, even after this tragic defeat, our Donghu can quickly recover."

He was happy and took a few big gulps of blood wine from the "invisible straw".

Yuwenbo and Huoyixian were also very happy and took the initiative to ask Xiaoyu about the "Blood Demon Secret".

Xiaoyu had the "Secret Book of the Bloody Road of the King's Nose" as a foundation, so he was not at all nervous and talked to them freely.

The more they talked about it, the more they sighed: This old devil is so cruel!

They kept drinking for more than an hour, and when it was almost four o'clock in the morning, a cough was heard again outside the ice and snow tent.

"Who is it?" Ke Bineng and others were alert.

(End of this chapter)