Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 258 Dragging the Holy Lord into the Sea

Are games really that beneficial?

Dao Yan Saint Lord pondered for a moment, and even did a simple deduction.

They discovered that what the elders said was true.

"The benefits you mentioned do exist, but the only downside is that they affect cultivation."

"Your Majesty is mistaken."

“Holy Lord, think about it. How long can I be addicted to games? A month? A year? Or ten years? You can’t play a game for a lifetime, can you? This amount of time is fleeting for a cultivator.”

"They are currently addicted to games. But when they get tired of playing them one day, won't they undergo a kind of baptism? You could even say they have a profound enlightenment. For their future cultivation, this amount of gaming time will be more beneficial than harmful."

have to say.

Dao Yan Shengzhu was persuaded.

Playing games is the general trend, and even disciples of other sects can play. If you don't let your disciples play, they'll be deprived of their peaches.

this moment.

Dao Yan Saint Lord suddenly felt a bit absurd, and at the same time felt as if he had been abandoned by the times.

He understands.

But he couldn't agree.

Even though games have a thousand or ten thousand advantages, he still felt that they were all superficial.

In his mind, cultivators should devote themselves to cultivation and take ascension to immortality as their sole goal in life.

Seeing their Holy Lord's dejected appearance, someone subconsciously took out a pack of Liqun cigarettes and offered one to the Holy Lord.

"what is this?"

"It helps relieve fatigue. I usually smoke a few cigarettes when I have something on my mind. And you know what? After smoking them, I feel much better."

"Really? Cough... cough cough!"

The strong liquor was so potent that it caught the Holy Lord off guard and caused him to cough.

"Holy Lord, you can't eat it directly. Inhale the smoke, let it circulate through your body, and then exhale it."

"Um"

Once the Holy Lord had grasped the knack, he would take a deep breath and slowly exhale the secondhand smoke through his nose only after the stimulation from the nicotine in his body had gradually dissipated.

It’s time to say it or not.

This feeling?

Pretty stylish, huh?
Dao Yan Saint Lord suddenly felt as if he had returned to that naive age, becoming a melancholy youth who pursued Ji Ruoyao and was then treated like a dog.

"The Holy Lord is indeed exceptionally talented; he mastered the top-level lung technique as soon as he started learning."

"Humph."

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, lit a few more cigarettes for himself, and smoked five Liqun cigarettes at once.

"This is called a cigarette? Hmm, it's really good. Every time I exhale the smoke, it seems to take away some of my troubles. But, this seems to be addictive, doesn't it?"

After speaking, Dao Yan Saint Lord glanced at the cigarette butt on the ground.

He was just wondering what these things were, but now it seems they were all drawn by his own good holy son.

The elders and protectors exchanged glances secretly and nodded quietly.

They all knew it in their hearts.

If you want to go back to the old life of playing cards, washing your feet, and going upstairs every day, you must change the mindset of this old-fashioned Holy Lord.

"It is indeed addictive. Someone went to Medicine King Valley to see a doctor before. It seems that if you smoke too much, your lungs will turn black, but it doesn't seem to have any effect."

"If all else fails, just take out the lungs, wash them, and put them back in. It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Holy Lord, you've just emerged from seclusion, how about we go out for a meal?"

"Have a meal? What do you mean?"

soon.

Dao Yan Saint Lord now understands what it means to have a good meal.

Surrounded by elders and protectors, he stepped into the fragrant paradise of Little Chinese Chef. Before he even sat down, his pupils dilated slightly at the revolutionary olfactory stimulation.

Master Xuanxiao was already familiar with the routine of tapping on the dining table:

"Bring out all your best vintage Jiuxiaoyun wine! Also, open three cases of Maotai and five cases of Wuniangye! Oh, and bring over a few cases of Jiannanchun too! Let's stir-fry a dish to start with."

Before the dishes were even served, Elder Wang had already picked up his glass cup and announced loudly:

"Our Holy Lord has been in seclusion for many years, so this first cup should be offered to the Great Dao, which is ruthless, yet human beings are compassionate!"

"I'll offer you a drink, please help yourself!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The Holy Lord hesitated, gripping the rim of the cup. The spiciness of the wine shot straight into his throat, completely different from the celestial brew he had drunk before.

It's spicy and flavorful.

Seeing that the Holy Lord made no move, Elder Sun immediately raised his cup and shouted:
"Deep feelings, down it in one gulp; shallow feelings, just a sip! Holy Lord, I also toast you!" "I'll drink too!"

Having said all that, Dao Yan Saint Lord tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Elder Li, who was sitting next to him, immediately refilled the Holy Lord's cup.

"Ha~"

One drink.

Unlike the soothing and mellow, spiritually vibrant spirit wine.

In that instant, it felt as if he had swallowed a ball of fire. The moment the liquid slid down his throat, an intense burning sensation spread from the tip of his tongue all the way to his stomach, followed by a rush of blood to his face.

of course.

He could easily block out this level of stimulation, but his brain uncontrollably enjoys this "discomfort."

After the initial spiciness gradually subsided, a hint of sweetness appeared at the back of his tongue.

It wasn't the sweetness of a spiritual fruit, but rather a refreshing sweetness like chewing fresh "plants".

Dao Yan Saint Lord smacked his lips, and after the burning sensation subsided, a faint, indescribable, refreshing aroma of grains wafted up.

"How was it? Did you enjoy the aftertaste?"

Master Xuanxiao noticed the Holy Lord's furrowed brow and explained with a smile:

"Good wine is like that; it's strong on the palate, but has a long, sweet aftertaste."

The Holy Lord nodded hesitantly; indeed, the taste in his mouth had become complicated.

Besides the sweet aroma of grains, there is also a faint floral and fruity scent, like the mixed fruity fragrance you smell when walking through an orchard in early summer.

Even more remarkably, a warm current spread from my stomach throughout my body.

My nerves, which had been tense and reserved due to the drastic changes in the spiritual continent, surprisingly relaxed.

It's even more effective than cigarettes!

At this time, various Sichuan, Cantonese, and Huaiyang dishes began to be served one after another.

The Holy Lord casually picked up a piece of cold wood ear mushroom and put it in his mouth. The crisp and tender wood ear mushroom, with its vinegar and garlic flavor, slightly reduced the burning sensation in his mouth.

Moreover, the aroma of the wine is stimulated to become even more intense.

No one needs to persuade them.

He tilted his head back and drank the second cup himself.

The elders and protectors at the table exchanged glances and slowly nodded.

At this moment, the waiter brought out a steamed sea bass. The fish was snow-white and garnished with scallions and red peppers. Its appearance alone was pleasing.

Master Xuanxiao noticed that the waiter had positioned the fish head directly towards the Holy Lord, who was seated as the VIP, and immediately gave Elder Wang a wink.

"Hey, the fish head wine is here!"

Elder Wang's eyes lit up, and he immediately perked up:

"Your Majesty, this fish head is for you, you must drink three cups!"
Dao Yan Saint Master looked at Elder Sun beside him in confusion, and the latter explained in a low voice:
"Whoever is facing the fish head has to drink three cups, that's the rule."

"A pair of fish heads brings great wealth and prosperity!"

Elder Wang had already stood up to pour wine for the Holy Lord:
"Drink three cups while facing the fish head, and the road to heaven will be smooth and unobstructed!"

After three cups of wine, Dao Yan Shengzhu wanted to turn the table to try other dishes, just as the fish tail pointed at him.

Another elder stepped forward:
"Holy Lord, Fish Tail must drink four cups, for this signifies smooth sailing and wealth throughout the four seasons! Holy Lord has been in seclusion for two thousand years, so these seven cups of wine are rightfully yours to drink!"

Elder Wang picked up a fish eye and placed it into the Holy Lord's bowl:
"My Lord, this fish-eye bottle deserves your special consideration! According to the rules, you must finish one bottle within one minute! Otherwise, something bad will happen, do you understand, Dead Fish Eye?"

Seeing the Holy Lord hesitate with his wine cup in hand, Elder Sun added insult to injury:

"Hesitation? Hesitation counts as time, you know."

After finishing one bottle, Dao Yan Saint Lord, who hadn't even used his cultivation, was already slightly tipsy. At this moment, even more elders and protectors gathered around:
"Three heads, four tails, five backs, six bellies! Your Majesty, look at this fish's spine!"

"A man who doesn't drink has lived in vain!"

"Liquor is the essence of grain; the more you drink, the younger you become!"

"One cup for friendship, two cups for sentiment, and three cups for true brothers!"

"After two thousand years of secluded cultivation, wouldn't you be ashamed not to drink this wine?"

"I'd rather have a hole in my stomach than a crack in our relationship!"

The various toasts left Dao Yan Shengzhu's head buzzing; he lost count of how many cups he had downed after going around the rounds.

He did not reject the tipsy feeling that alcohol brought him.
This feeling was something that Dao Yan Shengzhu had never experienced before.

At this moment, fueled by alcohol, he let go of the airs of a holy ruler he had maintained for thousands of years and wanted to be himself.

When the umpteenth box of Wu Niang Liquid was emptied, the Holy Lord, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his Taoist crown askew, grabbed Xuan Xiao's beard and slurred:

"Back then, Ji Ruoyao... *hiccup* said I was clueless about romance. What romance? Tell me, what romance do I, a grown man, need? Waaaaah... She even scolded me, made me feel utterly worthless, I was so wronged!"

"Let me tell you, back then..."

(End of this chapter)