The corners of Zhang Jing's mouth curled up slightly, and the yellowed wine gourd in his hand began to go in a certain direction.

Keep walking,

Keep walking,

Zhang Jing followed the familiar feeling and walked to a small alley before stopping.

This alley is dead, and there is no road ahead.

"Master, why not come out and talk," Zhang Jing whispered.

Even if the person who came was Monk Wangyou, Zhang Jing did not relax his vigilance.

He has formed some habits about this.

Sudden,

Zhang Jing seemed to feel something and turned around directly.

"Donor Zhang, don't be fine," Monk Wangyou said with a smile on his face and bowed to Zhang Jing with his palms folded together.

"Master, don't be fine," Zhang Jing immediately bowed and threw the wine gourd in his hand.

Zhang Jing is still more respectful to Monk Wangyou.

After all, he saved his life, so Zhang Jing still has this kind of gratitude.

"Donor Zhang is truly worthy of being invincible in the southwest. I am far away in Beiyan. I have heard that Donor Zhang is ranked 11th in the Dragon and Tiger List."

When Zhang Jing entered the Central Plains, he was like a dragon entering the sea. Monk Wangyou was still very happy.

After all, he is the leader of Zhang Jing's journey into the Central Plains.

"The master has been too much, it's really not worth mentioning," Zhang Jing felt a little disrespectful.

He didn't think there was anything extraordinary about the eleventh place in the Dragon and Tiger List. As a time traveler, he didn't even get the first place, which was simply a shame for the time traveler.

"Since the master has come to Beijing, why not go to the mansion to have a chat?" Zhang Jing invited.

"What's so fun about going to home? If Mr. Zhang doesn't mind going out with me?"

Monk Wangyou looked at Zhang Jing with a smile and said softly.

"The master has his fate, but Jing dares not to follow him," Zhang Jing said with a smile.

If it is someone else, Zhang Jing is still a little alert.

However, Zhang Jing seemed to trust Monk Wangyou who saved his life.

Not to mention anything else, just in terms of strength, if Monk Wangyou really does not have to spend so much effort.

The strength of the eighteenth place on the earth can be called a master looking at the entire world.

It can be said that the golden elixir cannot be released, who will compete with you?

That is, those masters who are both above the Earth List have this qualification.

At least, Zhang Jing would never have the ability if he asked himself.

If he fights, he will be defeated by only a dozen moves at most.

Therefore, there is no need to prevent Monk Wangyou.

Of course, this does not mean that Zhang Jing will be unprepared and will be a little wary of anyone.

"Shank you, go ten miles north of the capital, I will go first," Monk Wangyou nodded, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes and guessed the purpose of Monk Wangyou.

Judging from his appearance, Zhang Jing could guess that it was very likely that he would ask him for help if he had something to do.

Zhang Jing twisted his neck, and as long as he didn't let him die, Monk Wangyou would agree.

Although he often destroys his family and looks like a villain, Zhang Jing believes that he is still a person who will repay kindness.

Soon, Zhang Jing returned home and prepared some wine and food.

How can we meet again after a long separation?

Ten miles north of the capital is a barren mountain that is not big or small without a name.

Compared with those famous mountains and rivers, it is like a small mound.

Therefore, there are no literati and scholars here to recite poems and write poems. After all, they are really not qualified.

Zhang Jing held two jars of wine in his left hand and several dishes in his right hand.

These are all made by the chef hired by Zhang's mansion. Zhang Jing doesn't mind spending a little money on his desire for words.

"Master, I've arrived below," Zhang Jing said loudly.

The sound was filled with true energy and spread across a distance of thousands of meters.

"I know, I know, I'm here," a voice came from the mountain, and it was obvious that this was the voice of Monk Wangyou.

Zhang Jing nodded and jumped into the air in the direction of the sound.

Zhang Jing quickly arrived at the place where Monk Wangyou was.

Monk Wangyou held two sticks in his hand, and two creatures similar to chickens were inserted on the sticks.

It is being roasted on the fire.

When Monk Wangyou saw Zhang Jing coming, he threw it directly to him a stick.

"These two pheasants accidentally hit the tree and died. I roasted them with the idea of ​​compassion," Monk Wangyou smiled.

"Master did it right," Zhang Jing nodded, and then threw the wine in his hand to Monk Wangyou for a jar.

"If you have meat, please give it a good wine. Master," Zhang Jing smiled.

"This statement makes sense, but this wine is not a good wine," Monk Wangyou smiled and threw it to Zhang Jing a porcelain jade gourd.

"Is this?" Zhang Jing asked, looking at the jade gourd in his hand.

"Lingjiu," a chuckled appeared on Monk Wangyou's face.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes and stayed in Zhenwusi for so long, so Zhang Jing naturally knew what Lingjiu was.

Unfortunately, he has always only heard of his name.

Never drank it.

After all, this spiritual wine is not simple, it is made of various spiritual fruits.

In terms of rarity, it is even more serious than spiritual medicine.

Ordinary people have never even heard of it. In other words, Zhang Jing finished reading all the ancient books that could be read in the entire Zhenwusi in more than a month, and then he learned some secrets in the world.

Not like blindness.

According to the book, spiritual wine and spiritual pills can refine and enhance true energy.

Moreover, it is softer than the elixir.

It's also considered a rare one.

"This wine is famous for Lieyan, and the taste is good. Donor Zhang can taste it," said Monk Wangyou with a smile.

Zhang Jing nodded and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

My face suddenly turned red, and there was a burning feeling in my throat.

Spiritual wine enters the stomach,

A very pure force surged into the dantian.

A trace of light flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes, and this sip of spiritual wine was enough to support the upper half of the spiritual medicine.

Unfortunately, there are only less than ten gourds at most.

Looking at Zhang Jing, he suppressed that power in a flash.

Monk Wangyou seemed to have some interest on his face.

It is not so easy for him to refine this large sip of wine. He drinks it slowly in small sips on weekdays.

He originally wanted Zhang Jing to taste it, but he didn't expect Zhang Jing to take a big mouthful.

And he pressed it down directly without any impact.

It seems that this chapter of the mirror is indeed extraordinary.

Monk Wangyou said in his heart.

"How about this wine?" Monk Wangyou said with a smile on his face.

"Not bad, it's just a little less," Zhang Jing pursed his lips.

He said with some unsatisfactory feelings, if he could give him dozens of jars of flaming spirit wine.

Believe it or not, Commander Zhang will give you a golden elixir directly?

Of course, this is just a joke. The golden elixir can be broken through by just accumulating true energy.
To be continued...