No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 14: Liquor
"She Junyu is the little demon's great-grandmother!" She Wubao said respectfully.

She Junyu was the aunt of She Wubao's great-grandfather, and she was called great-grandmother for convenience.

He felt that the gap between him and Lan Dao Ren was not only in cultivation, but also in seniority.

"Oh? I didn't expect you to be Jun Yu's junior?" Lan Dao Ren was very happy and said, "How is Jun Yu? I haven't seen her for many years."

In front, there is the fairy-like uncle-master who comes to see the master, and behind there is the mysterious female snake demon She Junyu.

Xu Shun sensed the gossip.

It seems that my master is popular with women, and he is even quite popular!

It shouldn’t be!

Xu Shun looked at the shirtless and pot-bellied Taoist Lan.

Are all the female cultivators in the immortal world blind?
"Grandma..." She Wubao said in a low voice, "Grandma went wrong in her practice a hundred years ago and has turned into ice crystals at the foot of Sheshan Mountain."

"Huh?" Taoist Lan was stunned.

The so-called transformation into ice crystals can be understood as going astray and dying.

The demon cultivators of the Sheshan lineage start with Taiyin and practice by absorbing Taiyin's essence and spiritual energy.

As the saying goes, "yin cannot last long alone." When the demon cultivators of the Sheshan lineage reach the stage of seeing the truth, Taiyin gives birth to Shaoyang. When the magic power of yin and yang is combined, they can break through the primordial spirit and become a true primordial spirit.

During the stage when Taiyin gives birth to Shaoyang, if you are not careful, you will either turn into ice crystals or be burned to ashes.

"Hey, I still remember Jun Yu's delicious soup..." Lan Daoren whispered to himself, "Many years ago, she often came to visit me and made soup."

"turn out to be……"

"No wonder..."

The farewell a hundred years ago was the last time we saw each other.

This is the cruelty of the world of immortal cultivation.

Even if you have understood the cycle of life and have seen through life and death, you will still feel sad when you hear the news of the death of a loved one.

She Wubao felt a pain in his balls when he looked at the low-pitched Lan Dao Ren.

He also didn't expect that he would encounter a master of Yuanshen while practicing in Xiaojing Lake in the mountains.

This expert actually had an affair with his great-grandmother!
What's the point of a female cultivator making soup every day to visit you?
I understand everything I understand.

Xu Shun was wondering why the two of them hadn't been in touch for a hundred years?
Is it because of other people?
My master's interpersonal relationships are a bit too complicated.

"You are Jun Yu's junior. It is fate that we meet today." Lan Dao took out a copper bell and handed it to She Wubao, saying, "It's just a little thing. Take it!"

The copper bell is only the size of a walnut, but it shines with gold and has intricate carvings on it.

"Thank you for the treasure, senior!" She Wubao wanted to kneel down again, but found that he couldn't do it, so he had to take the bronze bell with both hands.

The copper bell came into his hand and made a crisp sound. It was a magical instrument for meditation and concentration.

Xu Shun was jealous, his master was quite generous. He also knew that he would only have magic power when he reached the foundation building stage, and now he could only watch these magic weapons.

"Senior! I have a humble home in Xiaojing Lake. I invite you to come and serve me tea in the evening!" She Wubao put away the bell and said.

"No, we are just passing through." Lan Daoist waved his hand and said, "It's time to continue on our journey."

She Wubao naturally didn't dare to ask where Lan Daoist was going, nor did he dare to ask whether Lan Daoist was walking. He just continued to persuade him to stay: "Senior, why don't you have a cup of tea before continuing on your journey."

"You're welcome. Disciple, let's go!" After saying this, Taoist Lan turned around and left without any further ado.

Xu Shun hurriedly followed.

She Wubao looked at the two men from behind and bowed to see them off: "She Wubao respectfully sends you off, seniors!"

After leaving the small lake in the mountains, the master and disciple found a place to start their daily practice.

The next day, Xu Shun asked, "Master, are you going to Sheshan too?"

"What are you going to Sheshan for?" Taoist Lan was puzzled.

"Master, I haven't seen her for a hundred years. Now that she has turned into ice crystals, why not go and take another look?" Xu Shun said. No, Master, do you really have good luck with women with your emotional intelligence?

"It's been a hundred years. What difference does it make whether you see it or not, whether you see it or not?" Lan Dao Ren said lightly.

"But..." Xu Shun felt that Taoist Lan was a little unkind at this time. He was completely different from the Taoist Lan who sighed yesterday.

"The snake demon turned into ice crystals to show its original form. Jun Yu rarely shows his true form in front of me." Taoist Lan took two quick steps so that Xu Shun could not see his expression.

"I guess Jun Yu didn't want me to see him after he turned into ice crystal, so he didn't let anyone notify me."

"In this way, she will still be the heroic She Junyu in my heart."

……

I don’t want the person I love to see my ugly appearance after I die, so I won’t contact them.

This is too...

Xu Shun looked at Lan Dao Ren's back and felt that Lan Dao Ren must be in pain, right?
Unexpectedly, Lan Daoist turned around and said, "My disciple, please walk faster. I see a small town ahead with delicious food."

……

Nothing will stop you from eating!

Xu Shun looked at his heartless master and felt speechless.

Is it one's own master who is abstract, or are all the monks abstract?
Xu Shun didn't understand.

The place ahead that Taoist Lan mentioned was actually dozens of miles away.

By the time the master and disciple arrived, it was already past lunchtime. One restaurant in the town had already closed, and only another restaurant had its door half open, and it seemed that it was also about to close.

It is also because the town is located on this important traffic route that there are two restaurants in the town, otherwise none of them would be able to operate.

After all, this world is not the world before Xu Shun traveled through time, and few people go to restaurants to eat.

Especially in town.

"Shopkeeper, do you have anything else to eat?"

The owner of the restaurant was a man in his thirties or forties, looking a bit old. He was wiping the tables and chairs in the restaurant with a towel when he saw a fat man with his bare chest pushing the door open.

He was a little confused about what was going on.

It was not until Xu Shun, who was behind the fat man, spoke that he quickly said, "There are still a few bowls of mutton soup. Would you like some, sir?"

"Bring it all up!" Lan Dao Ren moved a stool and sat down, saying, "Do you have any wine?"

Today, Lan Daoren asked for wine, which was rare.

"They are all home-brewed liquor." said the boss.

"Let's hit the two corners first." said Lan Dao Ren.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The boss took a look at Xu Shun's attire and went to the kitchen in the back.

Seeing Lan Daoren's strange look, he didn't dare to sell it, but Xu Shun looked very serious.

You shouldn't be afraid of them eating for free.

The first thing that came was wine, thick wine.

The so-called turbid wine is the fermented glutinous rice juice from Xu Shun's previous life, which is fermented from grains such as rice, glutinous rice or yellow rice.

What good wine could a small town store have?
There were still some rice grains on the turbid wine that had not been filtered out, so it looked rather turbid.

Taoist Lan didn't care. He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Xu Shun also drank a bowl, and the wine went down his throat.

A little sour and a little astringent.

It's just like the helplessness we sometimes feel.

(End of this chapter)