After taking a sip, he pursed his lips tightly and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was extremely enjoying the mellowness and fragrance of the wine.

Yang Qiu also picked up the bowl, imitating the flesh of the old coffin, and took a big sip.

But after the wine was sucked into Yang Qiu's mouth, he did not show any enjoyment, but grinned, as if he had to swallow the wine.

At this time, Yang Qiu also said in his heart, "What is this wine?"

The old coffin pulp was put down the wine bowl and slowly opened his eyes. He said, "How is it?"

Does this wine have a feeling of eroding flesh and bone-permeating?”

Not to mention, Yang Qiu did feel that after the sip of wine entered his throat, it was first spicy, then there was a burning sensation in his stomach, and then the burning sensation directly scattered into every corner of his body through his stomach.

Yang Qiu curled his lips and said, "This seems to be high concentration of alcohol!"

"Hey, you actually guessed a word in my wine name!"

The old coffin suddenly looked at Yang Qiu with surprise.

"Which word?"

Yang Qiu asked in confusion.

"Wine word!"

The old coffin said.

Yang Qiu shrugged awkwardly. Is this called guessing right?

But then, the old coffin pulp was serious and said, "Little thing, my wine is not ordinary wine. Most people want to drink it, but they are dreaming!"

"Even if an extraordinary person wants to drink, I can't bear to give it to him!"

A man who was drunk and made a mysterious and mysterious thing! Yang Qiu smiled disapprovingly.

Seeing Yang Qiu's expression, there was no surprise at all. The old coffin seemed to be very dissatisfied with his attitude. He took another sip of wine, then a pair of handsome eyebrows raised, narrowed his eyes again, and enjoyed "Ah!"

A sound.

Then he looked at Yang Qiu, "Little thing, why don't you drink it?"

"Drink, drink!"

Yang Qiu immediately picked up the bowl and took a sip.

"How can I drink this wine like this?"

When the old coffin saw that Yang Qiu was drinking, he was like a big girl and immediately stood up.

He picked up the wine bowl that Yang Qiu had just put down and poured it into Yang Qiu's mouth.

Yang Qiu instinctively wanted to hide back, but the powerful and powerful hand of the old coffin pulp directly pressed his forehead, and the other hand skillfully and skillfully poured Yang Qiu into the bowl of wine.

Yang Qiu only felt that his forehead was pressed and he could not move at all. He wanted to reach out and push away the old coffin's hand, but his arm felt that there was no strength.

Gudu Gudu... The remaining half of the bowl of wine was poured into Yang Qiu's stomach by the old coffin.

"Himmer..." Yang Qiu burped, and stars appeared in both eyes! At this time, the old coffin flesh let go of his hands and stared at Yang Qiu's face with curiosity.

At this moment he said, "How is it?"

Do you feel like being a god?”

At this moment, Yang Qiu was galloping in his heart and cursed, "You old guy, old drunkard, you want..." But he had just cursed halfway through his heart, but he felt that his limbs were suddenly filled with endless power, and the blood around him seemed to be flowing rapidly.

He could feel the smooth flow of Qi and blood as he passed through every acupoint, his brain seemed to suddenly become clear, and there was a light in front of him! Then, Yang Qiu felt every muscle in his body beating, and his skin also had a sense of needle pricking, especially the position of his scalp.

The needle sensation at the position of his scalp was still strong! Then, he felt that his body was like a needle sensation, piercing into a sieve of millions of small holes. At this moment, the blood and energy in his body began to boil to the extreme.

The boiling blood was moving back and forth between the millions of sieve holes in his body, as if a trickle of water was constantly rinsing every cell around him.

After this feeling lasted about five minutes, Yang Qiu felt the acupuncture sensation in his body slowly disappearing, and the qi and blood in his body slowly returned to calm.

After another minute, he felt that he could control his consciousness.

At this time, Yang Qiu was full of surprise and his eyes slowly fell on the body of the old coffin. He said, "What's going on?"

The old coffin nodded, with a very satisfied look on his face. He said, "In this way, you can truly open up the little Zhoutian!"

This sentence also surprised Yang Qiu very much. After drinking the bowl of wine just now, his body felt so subtle and indescribable.

Just like when he practiced the Yin and Yang Jue of Heaven and Earth, and then practiced the Dragon Marrow Record, the feeling was like today.

But when he practices, he feels very mild and is not as refreshing as he is today.

Seeing Yang Qiu seemingly savoring, the old coffin pulp sat back to his seat. He took another sip of wine before saying, "Little thing, do you know the wonderfulness of my ancestors' wine now?"

Yang Qiu nodded slightly and smiled, "Old thing, you just said that your wine is called a trickle. After drinking this bowl, you really feel this way!"

In fact, Yang Qiu now wants to ask for another bowl of wine from the old coffin pulp! But he also knows that he can't be too greedy for anything. As the old coffin pulp said, he just really opened up the small Zhoutian. When he was climbing the mountain with his old guy on his back, it was just a stage of opening the way.

You must not take shortcuts when practicing any kung fu, and Yang Qiu can still grasp this very well.

The old coffin also smiled, "It's a pity that you won't stay in this mountain to accompany me, otherwise I will definitely let you become an immortal soon!"

Hedao ascended to immortality, which is an extremely distant thing for Yang Qiu.

Because it felt too far away, Yang Qiu didn't think about things that seemed unrealistic at the moment, and he was not the kind of greedy person himself.

Then he said, "Old guy, I can spend two days with you, that's great enough!"

The old coffin slapped his lips, shook his head, and said, "Hmph! Little guy, sooner or later, aren't you going to come here to accompany me?"

Yang Qiu didn't talk to the old coffin pulp. He had a question in his mind, so he thought about it at this time and asked, "Old thing, if you don't know how to name it, you don't have a decent name?"

He paused and continued, "For example, my name is Yang Qiu. Do you have a very handsome name like me?"

"That's it!"

The old coffin looked sideways, as if thinking about it very seriously, and then he said, "It must be a name, but I lost my name because I have lived for too long!"

"Or, little guy, please give me my ancestors a name!"

After the old coffin said that, he looked at Yang Qiu with anticipation.

Yang Qiu twitched the corners of his mouth. He looked at the old coffin speechlessly, thinking, "Since ancient times, I have always named my children and grandchildren, how can I name my children and grandchildren?"

After a while, Yang Qiu said, "I lost my name, why should I not lose my surname?"

Can't even lose his ancestors?

The old coffin flesh said seriously, "Didn't I tell you before?"

My husband’s surname is Yang, otherwise you would think you would be lucky to call me ancestors?”

Yang Qiu naturally didn't believe this! But at this moment, it seemed that this old guy really couldn't remember his name. Yang Qiu thought about it again and said, "Okay, little guy, I'll let your surname be Yang!"

"Hehe, this is almost the same!"

Hearing this, the old coffin seemed to be very happy. "However, you can slowly think about naming me. You must give me a very loud name so that you can be worthy of your ancestors and me!"

"Who is sorry for my ancestors!"

Yang Qiu said a little depressed.
Chapter completed!