Tongtian and Chen Yuyang are indeed in a similar way, or they have the same views on some things on the prehistoric land. So the two of them seem to be like old friends for many years, cooking wine and smiling at the prehistoric masters. This talk is amazing, and a hundred years have passed without knowing it.

Tongtian held the wine glass and sipped, "Qingyang, you are really special. You have too many ideas that I can't understand, but you also feel interesting, reasonable, and even have a certain depth. Why is this? In the same vast land, what you see and hear is no different, why is there such a great surprise?"

Chen Yuyang smiled faintly, and picked up a green plum on the table. It was so sour, but it was very good. He murmured for two and said, "Tongtian, you are wrong. I do not belong to the prehistoric land, so the things I have seen are far more interesting and much more than you, so in my opinion, you look at new things, but in my opinion, it is a routine!"

As he said that, Chen Yuyang picked up the wine pot and suddenly found that the wine pot was empty. In the past century, Chen Yuyang and Tongtian had drunk much wine, but the more they drank, Tongtian felt that his cultivation level was getting deeper, and the purple air between his eyebrows began to jump uneasily.

You must know that Lao Tzu never became a saint in Yuanshi, and as the end of the Three Pure Ones, how could Tongtian become a saint first without the elders and the nobles?

Chen Yuyang's empty wine pot moved his arm lightly, and suddenly the wine pot was replaced with a transparent wine pot carved in jade. There was a pot of blood-colored liquid inside, bright red, but a trace of wine fragrance was overflowing, making people salivate. Tongtian himself was a drunkard. He had never drunk any good wine on the prehistoric earth, but he had never seen it as fragrant as this, but there was a reserved red liquid.

The curious Tongtian looked at the jade wine pot in Chen Yuyang's hand, swallowed and said, "Qingyang, what is this? It seems to be wine, but all wine should be pure white, at most yellow. How could this be like this, like bloody wine?"

"Tongtian, I said that in your opinion something novel is nothing more than conventional. Yes, it is indeed wine, and it is made of the good wine I have treasured for countless years, made of ice and snow Bodhi grown on the snow at the end of the North Sea. Although ice and snow Bodhi is called Bodhi, it is covered in blood and red. It is used to make wine. Naturally, the wine turns into a blood-red color and tastes mellow!"

Tongtian couldn't wait and said, "What are you waiting for?"

Chen Yuyang shook his hand lightly, then removed the stove with warm wine on the table, replaced it with a basin of clear water, and lightly tapped his fingertips, and the water immediately condensed into ice. Tongtian was a little at a loss and said in confusion: "What does Qingyang mean?"

"There are a lot of wine, and there are many ways to drink it. This pot of wine is the best wine!" As Chen Yuyang said that, he placed the pot of wine in his hand on the ice, and suddenly a burst of cold air emerged, and the blood-red wine immediately turned into a semi-freezing state, but it is the best to drink it like this.

"Can you drink it?" Tongtian couldn't wait to say impatiently again.

Chen Yuyang waved his hand and replaced the two cups again. The cup of mutton fat jade immediately turned into a pair of moonlight cups. The mouth of the cup was very big, and the two dragon veins on it were lifelike carvings. He reached out and poured the bloody wine from the wine pot into the cup. Chen Yuyang said: "Please!"

Tongtian muttered, "What a trouble!"

However, after a bite of ice, there was indeed a different response. The taste kept falling on the beam for three days, which was a lingering aftertaste! Looking at the cup in my hand again, the blood began to fill the dragon vein's body. The dragon vein seemed to be alive, blooming and dancing in the cup, which made Tongtian even more interesting.

But the most interesting thing is that the blood-red color is the moonlight cup, emitting a beautiful bright red color.

This method of drinking is naturally inherited from the method of drinking wine. Chen Yuyang gently sips it and recalls the taste: "Grape wine is luminous, and you want to drink it and blow it immediately. Don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from wars in ancient times!"

"Okay, I didn't expect that Qingyang, you are so literary!?" Tongtian felt that this poem was indeed suitable for the situation. It was much better than those guys who came singing and bragging, but there was nothing missing. As for what was something missing, he couldn't understand, but this poem on the battlefield was in line with Tongtian's way of killing the way of heaven.

So the Hongmeng purple aura on Tongtian's forehead began to jump, and he felt like he wanted to understand but could not understand it thoroughly.

He looked at Chen Yuyang in confusion and said, "Please also Qingyang Mingyan, what does the poem mean just now? Why can't I comprehend it!"

Chen Yuyang said lightly: "Don't laugh at me when I sleep on the battlefield. How many people have returned from war in ancient times? Tongtian, don't you understand? How many good endings have been done in ancient times? Killing is a double-edged sword that can compete with oneself. It's better to sleep in drunkenly, which is also a pleasure to be happy in this life!"

Chen Yuyang did distort the true meaning of the poem. The poem was originally a sigh and sad, but when he said it, it seemed like a killing and admonishing person. However, this meaning varies from person to person, and it is not inappropriate to use it on Tongtian, but Tongtian cannot figure it out.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a golden light flashed, and a folding fan appeared in his hand. Chen Yuyang opened the folding fan. On the front, the Yin-Yang Fish was a scene of the rising sun, and on the back was the sadness of the moon falling and crows crying. On the front and the opposite side complemented each other. Chen Yuyang handed the folding fan to Tongtian Dao: "Tongtian, although this thing is not a chaotic spiritual treasure and does not serve as a killer, it is like my Tai Chi diagram and Yuanshi's Pangu Banner, which has the effect of suppressing luck, and is much better than your four swords of Zhuxian!"

"Qingyang, this......"

"Hold it, only by holding this thing, I can guide you how to achieve enlightenment. You can also be more careful in the future!" Chen Yuyang said silently. Tongtian could not resist, so he had to hold this thing in his hand. He looked at Chen Yuyang with a puzzled look. Chen Yuyang smiled and sipped a mouthful of blood-colored Bodhi wine again, saying, "Tongtian, your three purity is transformed by Pangu's primordial spirit, which can be called Pangu's authenticity, and you are not like me. So your way can only be to become a saint of merit, like Nuwa. Since it is a saint of public virtue, it is easy to do. If you have Pangu's public virtue, it is enough to be able to do so."

"How should we trigger it?" Tongtian said inexplicably.
Chapter completed!