At night, the moonlight spreads like water throughout the quiet valley. At this time, under a towering ancient tree deep in the stone forest, Ouyang Yingjun slumped on a recliner woven rattan, humming an extremely ancient nursery rhyme, at least not included in Li Changan's "Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes".

Li Chang'an sat cross-legged and practiced. The essence of heaven and earth was densely covered with clouds, and the sound of bells kept coming from his body.

Yundong and Meng Yi, who were sealed from their cultivation, were grilling four or five fat elks with bruised noses and swollen faces, and were scolded by Ouyang Yingjun from time to time.

"Is the moose in your head full of demon shit? The moose was roasted for almost half an hour and I didn't know how to turn it over. Also, I asked you to clean its fur. What do you think this is?" Ouyang Yingjun pointed to a fur on one of the moose and cursed.

"I...I've never roasted wild game before..." Meng Yi looked nervous and said carefully, pursing his lips.

"Is it a reason to never roast it? Look at how good Xiaoyun is roasted. I just said it once and I can remember it firmly and ask for advice humbly! Look at you again, with such a big gap, now I know why his strength is stronger than you!"

Ouyang Yingjun pointed to Yundong, who was also barbecuing elks, and said with satisfaction that compared with Meng Yi, the elks roasted by Yundong were several times stronger in terms of color and aroma.

"Gululu~"

A sound came from Meng Yi's belly, staring at the golden barbecue in front of him, and swallowing his saliva. He almost spit out all his bile a few hours ago. The piece of silk that Ouyang Yingjun stuffed into his mouth smelled in Taichong, and even now the smell was still faintly lingering in his mouth.

"I haven't done much work, but I still want to eat it. Why is it like a black pig raised by the human race?" Ouyang Yingjun looked disgusted, then stretched out his tongue to roll over half of the roasted elk deer legs. Several sword lights flashed quickly, and dozens of barbecue with the same size and emitting an attractive aroma fell into the vine tray beside Ouyang Yingjun.

"Swoosh!"

Ouyang Yingjun stuck out her tongue and rolled up a piece of venison and put it in her mouth to chew it.

"Well~ tender and chewy! It's worthy of being a Fahai Realm elk! Although the roasting temperature is lacking, the meat is more tender!"

Ouyang Yingjun squinted her eyes and savored the venison in her mouth.

Meng Yi's eyes were almost straight and his saliva was flowing, but he suppressed the hunger in his heart and kept applying various seasonings to the elk's body.

A few quarters of an hour later, several elks were roasted. Ouyang Yingjun and Li Changan picked up two elks with the best quality from them, and the rest were shared by Yundong and Meng Yi.

"Little monk, I have the ancient top immortal wine in my Qiankun bag. Do you want to taste it?" Ouyang Yingjun glanced at Li Chang'an, who was slowly devouring venison.

"Of course!"

Li Changan's eyes lit up. He has been reading a lot of books since he was a child, and he was already fascinated by the various scenes in the books that depict eating meat and drinking big bowls. Although the Dragon Bird Demon Wine I drank last time was not fragrant, the burning sensation that hit his head in the wine made him miss it a little.

"Aren't you a Buddhist? How can you drink and eat meat and not be afraid of breaking the precepts?" Ouyang Yingjun looked at Li Chang'an with a slanted eyes.

"Master has not ordained me, nor has I taken the precepts. Why can't I drink alcohol and eat meat? Moreover, the Vajra lineage of the Buddha Sect can eat flesh and blood." Li Changan said calmly.

"Then your bald head is so smooth, it's not a day or two!" Ouyang Yingjun glanced at Li Changan's shiny bald head reflected by the moonlight under the moonlight.

Li Changan's face was covered in black. Since the foundation was built, all his hair faded away, and there was no sign of growing again. He lost his long hair and his handsome aura as handsome as an immortal.

Then Ouyang Yingjun took out a can of jade bottle carved immortal wine from Qiankun bag.

"The only jar of immortal juice brewed by the saint is not for you to drink for free. It requires rare things to exchange!" Ouyang Yingjun shook the jade bottle in his hand and said.

"Rare?" Li Changan took out his storage bag, but found that except for the immortal remnant soldier, he had almost no rare thing that he could take, and even a crystal stone.

"Uh... So I'm so poor!" Li Changan scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

Ouyang Yingjun stared at Li Changan for a long time, but saw that he had not taken out an item.

"The only one bottle of immortal wine brewed by the saint is out of date!" Ouyang Yingjun shouted.

"Well... that, can we exchange rare things?" Yundong said.

"You... can, but you can only exchange for half a cup, because you are my prisoners. Logically speaking, all the items are my trophy!" Ouyang Yingjun raised his head and looked at the two of them with squint eyes, "But I am kind-hearted and allow you to exchange rare items for the immortal wine!"

The two of them were obviously relieved when they heard this, and then hurriedly took them into their storage bags.

After a while, Meng Yi took out a pill from the storage bag that was tightly wrapped in beeswax, but still exuded a strong aroma of medicine.

"This is the healing pill that the family rewards me, the third grade, sixth reincarnation muscle pill!"

"oh?"

Ouyang Yingjun took the pill and put it in his nose to sniff it. Then he looked disgusted, "The medicinal materials are all top-quality, but the elixirs are too rough and use a variety of different techniques to forge it, which reduces the fusion and transformation of various medicinal materials in the pill, but it can also be exchanged for half a cup of fairy brew!"

Ouyang Yingjun carefully opened the sealed jade jar, and a strong and extremely fragrant smell came to her face. Then Ouyang Yingjun took out the jade cup that was only the size of a thumb, poured it into half a cup, and handed it to Meng Yi.

"This wine glass... is too exquisite!" Meng Yi's face looked a little bitter, because there were only a few drops of the fairy wine, which was far from what he imagined.

"The saint brewed it himself, a drop is enough to help you have a deep understanding!" Ouyang Yingjun said contemptuously with his eyes.

Then Meng Yi crossed a drop of immortal wine into his mouth, and a great momentum of heaven and earth suddenly burst into his mind, like a sudden enlightenment, allowing his sword to break through several levels.

"Swish~"

Meng Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp sword light burst out, "The Seventh Level of Sword Strength!"

Meng Yi looked very happy, and then carefully poured the fairy brew in the jade cup into a small, blue gourd carved from chalcedony.

"This chalcedony gourd is good, you can exchange it for a whole cup of fairy wine!" Ouyang Yingjun said with a slight expression when he saw the green chalcedony gourd.

"real?"

Meng Yi looked overjoyed. The chalcedony gourd was a playful thing his father threw to him when he was young. It was nothing special. Unexpectedly, it was even more expensive than the third-grade muscle-growing pill.

"Then change!"

Meng Yi hurriedly said, afraid that Ouyang Yingjun would repent.

When Ouyang Yingjun heard this, a sharp light suddenly burst out in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could hardly be hidden. As if he had taken a huge advantage, Li Changan looked at it from the side.

"good!"

Ouyang Yingjun then poured a full cup of fairy wine and handed it to Meng Yi. In fact, there are many such fairy wines in the Qiankun bag, but they are just obtained by the saints, and only contain a trace of holy power. For practitioners in the Fahai Realm, a trace of holy power is enough to make them realize the general trend of heaven and earth.

"I want to exchange an unknown ore for the immortal wine!" Although Yun Dong's eyes were mixed with a hint of doubt, he still could not resist the name of the immortal wine brewed by the saint. Moreover, Meng Yi only tasted one drop and broke several layers of sword power, which really made him feel a little moved.

"Not name ore?"

Ouyang Yingjun took a dark ore handed over by Yundong, and then used his majestic spirit to investigate, "Black Iron Meteorite! Ores from outside the domain! Some value is considered, and can be exchanged for half a cup of fairy wine!"

“Outdoor ore?”

Yundong looked a little disappointed. He thought the ore was of great origin because he could not melt or damage the ore without using any methods. It was extremely hard.

"right!"

Ouyang Yingjun's mouth twitched. In fact, it did not see the origin of this ore, but felt that its hardness was comparable to that of the immortal weapon.

Then Ouyang Yingjun poured the fairy brew into the jade cup and handed it to Yundong.

Yundong carefully put it in a jade can and put it in a storage bag, but did not drink it.

"Little monk, what do you want to exchange for it?"

Ouyang Yingjun grinned.

"Nature is a rare thing!"
Chapter completed!