In every stormy night, Xiao Ran would work with Master and Chu Yan to set up a chopping board on the eight-square-meter bed and play with bamboo cards.

I don't feel like playing normally.

Only in the dark night with howling winds and rainstorms flow backwards can there be a sense of doomsday shrouded in the underworld.

Fighting against the Netherworld is exciting.

There was a storm outside, and the warm candlelight lingered in the house, as if the disciples' room was the last greenhouse in the whole world, and they were the last survivors of mankind.

This feeling made Ling Zhouyue intoxicated.

Chuyan also felt that the atmosphere was wonderful and asked:

"Master, what should we do if there were only three of us living people left in the True Spirit Continent?"

Ling Zhouyue held the bamboo plaque and pressed it on her chest, as if she was in her chest.

"Of course it's the battle to the end!"

Chuyan's tentative question:

"Who should I choose to fight?"

For Xiao Ran, although the filial piety value earned by playing cards is not much, playing with treasure masters and tool disciples with dirty tactics and thousands of techniques is also an excellent leisure experience for him.

Especially in the night when the rainstorm is pouring, like the world is about to collapse, this happiness temporarily covers up the tense sense of crisis in my heart.

"I must stay and farm. You two will choose one of you to fight. Even if you sacrifice, the remaining one can reproduce with me and leave the last spark for mankind."

Ling Zhouyue and Chu Yan kicked Xiao Ran, and he vomited blood.

The delicate little face reflected the shimmering light of candlelight. Chu Yan rarely had a united front with his master, and he was inevitably a little flattered.

"My master and I are the last spark of mankind."

Ling Zhouyue stared at the ghost in her hand with a picturesque clear face.

"Our ending is that we fight to death, and the more exciting it goes to the end. Only when we are on the verge of death can you know who you are and what kind of animal human beings are. Only when we compare it with death can we set off the beauty of the short life. This is the essence of fighting the Netherworld."

I’ll fight for a landlord and show you philosophy!

Xiao Ran disagreed and put down the bamboo card.

"You won."

I played bamboo cards all night and walked out of the bedroom. Before I knew it, the sky was bright and the sun was snapping my butt.

Xiao Ran stretched his waist long and ran to the toilet to put some water. Suddenly he smelled the scent of rice outside the window.

Turning around to the main hall, pushing open the door and taking a look.

Golden overnight in front of you!

The large pieces of wheat were pointed straight into the sky, like a knight holding a sword and asking the sky.

The golden ears of wheat are connected into one, like a golden ocean, with the waves rising and falling, shining with intoxicating golden light.

It's wallpaper that catches your eyes!

As she entered the wheat field, Xiao Ran was instantly wrapped in the golden world, setting off the fragrance of wheat that was thrust into her lungs, the gentle morning breeze that breezes on her face, like the sound of wheat waves breathing, the spiritual energy that soaks the skin... It feels like she is in a dream and comes to heaven.

The rice fields seem to be much lower-key, with the rice ears full, bent the straw, golden and brilliant, like the morning glow reflecting on the happy face of the farmers.

Five new high-level medicinal materials have been added to the herbal field.

Purple Rhyme Dragon Emperor Ginseng, Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, Earth Center Fire Zhi, Red Blood Divine Dragon Grass, Yinhe Demon Flame Grass...

These are living specimens. After being planted in the ground, they will sprout and bear fruit quickly and will be picked directly.

Looking around, Xiao Ran’s eyes were filled with filial piety.

For full-level brewing, the golden time for harvesting ears is only one day, or to be precise, a few hours.

Missing this picking time will affect the subtle taste of the wine.

Very metaphysical.

Xiao Ran hurriedly called Chuyan.

He personally selected the perfect ears of grain that need to be picked.

Chu Yan used the sewing needle sword technique, responsible for operating and harvesting, accurately reaching each pill.

Ling Zhouyue pinched her waist and looked at her. She felt that this thing was not difficult, and she also wanted to try choosing a valley and drink the wine she brewed by herself.

So he tried it with a sword and almost chopped the top of the mountain.

She didn't expect that in terms of selection, her dignified distraction realm leader was not Chu Yan's opponent, and it was difficult for her to form a tacit understanding with Xiao Ran.

"Is the sewing needle sword technique so amazing?"

She didn't believe in evil and continued to watch Xiao Ran's subsequent brewing process.

She wanted to see what magic Xiao Ran used to make the wine amazing and delicious.

Xiao Ran improved the formula this time.

He added refreshing malt to warm wine to enhance the taste and can also nourish the dantian and uterine body.

Select rice and wheat, mash the ears of grain, squeeze out the grain juice, extract the yeast, filter the diatoms, seal the stone tank, buried underground, and start fermenting...

It's very simple!

Ling Zhouyue also took the seeds and copied them, burying the sealed stone jar underground.

She could hear the rustling sound of fermentation and even smell the scent of wine.

She felt that the aroma of the wine she brewed was even more fragrant than Xiao Ran’s.

She was in a good mood, and she was drinking with tons of wine, pinched her waist and stood in front of Xiao Ran.

"It's time to make wine, just have hands."

"Don't envy you as a teacher, this is talent."

"In the Dharma-Ending Age, the world is cold, and only wine and swords cannot be let down."

Chu Yan admires him extremely much.

Xiao Ran smiled but said nothing.

It's evening.

Fermentation is complete!

Ling Zhouyue couldn't wait to go deep into the cellar and opened the sealed wine jar.

The intoxicating aroma of wine hits the face and cleanses the heart and lungs.

The wine is as gentle as gold and as transparent as thin as gold.

Ling Zhouyue was very happy, raised her hand to lead the wine into the pot, and slapped her head and drank it all.

Chu Yan put her body in her face, her face was red, and her eyes were full of admiration.

"Chuyan also wants to drink Master's wine."

Just finished speaking!

"puff"

Ling Zhouyue squirted out a mouthful of bitter wine, staining Chuyan's whole body, wet her whole body and shining through the sunset.

Xiao Ran looked at him and turned to his side and said:

"The Master's wine has completely dissipated, and the wine has left dregs and clear water."

Ling Zhouyue raised her sword eyebrows slightly, and her clear eyes were full of suspicion. She always felt that Xiao Ran was playing with him.

“Isn’t my operation the same as you?”

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"The actions seem the same, but we are not precise in the same quantity. The meticulous differences accumulate together are enough to make a huge mistake."

"This is just like some of the artists in my hometown playing with audio. Playing with audio is playing with power. It seems that they are plugging in household electricity, but the source of electricity is different. Real enthusiasts only use the hydropower from the Yarlung Zangbo River. The power of thermal power is slightly stronger, and the sound is warmer. The sound base of hydropower is colder, but the resolution is very high. Among hydropower, Gezhouba has the best electric sound, and among thermal power, Beilun Power Plant has the best electric sound quality because the proportion of anthracite burned is the highest. The wind power is poor, the sound field is significantly shrinking, and the violin sound parts are all mixed together."

Ling Zhouyue and Chuyan squeezed their eyes with big eyes, as if they saw a towering mountain standing in front of them.

What a state of mind!

Xiao Ran smiled indifferently, then scooped a pot of new wine he brewed and handed it to his master.

"You may not understand so much. You can only find out if you try it."

Before Ling Zhouyue could come back to her senses, she took a sip in a dull manner.

Sake wine enters the throat, like the hot summer, suddenly a pool of cool ice water flows down from the top of the melting snow-capped mountains, washing away all limbs and falling straight into the soles of feet.

But this coolness washes through the blood vessels and bones, quickly dissipates in the soles of the feet, leaving only a cool and permeable feeling on the surface of the skin.

The coolness in the body dissipates, and the leftover medicinal power reaches the dantian, and turns into warmth in a blink of an eye, ironing the uterus.

Ling Zhouyue's eyes stagnated and she came to her senses.
To be continued...