"Son, my dad has written many chapters recently. He will come to your school in two days and promised that I can eat and drink freely. You have to do it!"

As he was about to fall asleep, Zhang Xuezhou finally received a message from Zhang Weimeng.

Zhang Weimeng's field trip was to fall into the influence of the spiritual world and be substituted into another person's thinking world.

After experiencing related influences, it took Zhang Weimeng a long time to buffer the memory back and slowly return to reality.

As the level of cognition becomes higher and higher, Zhang Xuezhou is very clear that this influence cannot be costless.

Looking at Zhang Weimeng's relaxed description as usual, Zhang Xuezhou pursed his lips slightly.

"Conserve food, drink and control!"

As long as money is paid, the families of Xuanshilou can also enjoy the services of the dine-in center.

Zhang Xuezhou thought about his salary and felt that there was no problem in paying Zhang Weimeng's dietary expenses.

This made him look at Zhang Weimeng and tried his best to deceive Zhang Weimeng into practicing.

"The land land duck who can't swim? Is he a duck-like monster?"

"Secret recipe?" Zhang Xuezhou said strangely.

"What did you bring me here for?" Zhang Xuezhou replied in a low voice: "There is a master in this secret place, so we should escape immediately."

The time for sleeping in the real world has come, and it is also time for Zhang Xuezhou to wake up in the other world.

"Wow!"

"Can you not beat Taoist?" Zhang Xuezhou whispered.

"We can just take the medicine and go out to eat it," Zhang Xuezhou suggested.

"Don't mess with me, I'll bring you to their brewery here," the Buddhist son whispered.

"What is the name of the person who wrote this word?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"What did you say above?" Zhang Xuezhou said suspiciously.

The Buddha's son opened the long silk and then recited it.

"That is a seal, and the name is marked on it," said the Buddhist son.

The demon has changes in the human form, and Wuchao also has face-changing techniques that quickly disguise, but there are indeed advanced techniques that change rapidly in the magic.

"What? Have you never heard of this person's name?" The Buddha said suspiciously.

Lying on the bed and replying to Zhang Weimeng’s communication, Zhang Xuezhou chewed these two words.

When he thought about it this way, he felt that the variety of methods of brewing fruit wine was actually beneficial.

"So you are really a bird!"

"Have you heard of this name?" Zhang Xuezhou asked after thinking.

"You Taoist lord is Lu Yazi, it's a very unpleasant guy!" said the Buddhist son.

Zhang Weimeng needs to be deceived, and in that secret place, he may also have to do such a thing.

"Buddhist son?" Zhang Xuezhou said in surprise.

He looked around with great caution, and heard the door of the room creaking and someone pushed open, and the Buddhist son came in from behind the door.

"Son of Buddha?"

When the crow saw him get up, he screamed "wow".

"Wow!"

This technique of change not only simulates the changes in the face, but can change to the figure, voice, clothing, and even temporary changes in gender.

Under such changes, if you do not have enough eyesight and realm, it is difficult to see through the other person's flaws on the outside.

When Zhang Xuezhou saw the Buddha's son, he was very confused.

The Buddha pointed at Changjuan, then pointed at the ending stamp, and pronounced the name.

He looked extremely alert. When he turned over, he saw that there were no traces of pavilions around him.

The old crow seemed not used to being touched, flapping its wings with few hairs, and stretching its neck to make a very fierce warning sound.

Zhang Xuezhou thought clearly, and he also tried his best to avoid asking related questions about this.

But Zhang Xuezhou still cooperated very much and expressed his surprise.

"Let's go and go" Zhang Xuezhou pulled the Buddhist son and said, "Let's ask for safety first!"

"The fruit wine that strengthens the spiritual consciousness is right in front of me. How can I return empty-handed?" The Buddha said in a muffled voice: "I am unwilling to accept it if I don't drink this sip of fruit wine!"

This will probably allow him to get some inferior fruit wine to taste, so that he will not be driven out of the secret place after emptiing his skills.

Unlike coaxing Zhang Weimeng to practice, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had a certain probability that he would need to coax the owner of the Secret Land to make wine.

The only things that can distinguish related are each other's habits, behaviors, cognitions, memory relationships, etc.

Zhang Xuezhou looked stunned.

In his calculations based on his words, the old man he ran into was probably the owner of the secret land, but he never thought that the Buddhist son suddenly came out.

"It's better to be unwilling to accept it than to be beaten to death!"

He even needs to improve the quality of the other party's fruit wine bit by bit.

No matter which method can succeed, there will be a possibility for him to try it multiple times under the premise of multiple methods.

The dense ancient characters made Zhang Xuezhou’s head hurt.

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes swept under the stove and saw a crow that was so old that shedding hair was raising his head there.

"Written by the master?" Zhang Xuezhou said suspiciously.

Zhang Xuezhou turned over and shouted in a low voice.

"The illusion here is getting worse and worse." Zhang Xuezhou touched the crow's head in a sigh and said, "Look at what I look like now?"

This made Zhang Xuezhou's head move rapidly and he began to wonder if the owner of this secret land was a crow spirit.

The Buddha reached out and touched it in his arms, and then took out a long piece of silk.

"Only," the Buddha nodded.

His Chinese characters are of average quality, and it is more difficult to identify these ancient characters.

"Zi is a honorary title, he is a real person who practices Taoism, and his name is Lu Ya." The Buddha thought for a while and said, "He is very inconsistent with our Western religion!"

"You still have these two words but haven't read them," Zhang Xuezhou pointed at the two words at the end.

As long as you step on this boat completely, Zhang Weimeng will automatically move forward in the future and he does not need to do deceptive and sexual induction.

"I can't take it out and chew it, it's already put it in the big pot." Fozi spread his hands and said, "I also found their secret recipe for Jiuzhen Wine."

"Wow!"

"It's not about fighting or robbing." The Buddhist son thought for a few seconds before saying: "He is hard to figure out when he gets old. If he runs crazy one day, it may not be impossible to kill our leader!"

He has clearly entered the "brewing house" now, and the faint fruity aroma and wine scent undoubtedly prove this.

"I want to drink fruit wine," the Buddha struggled and said, "Don't stop me from drinking this sip of wine. If I don't drink this sip of wine, my illness will not be cured, and I will die sooner or later."

"I really haven't heard it before." Zhang Xuezhou shook his head repeatedly and said, "I have heard many respectful titles from people. But I don't know the real names of those big names. Not to mention this name, I have been studying at the sacred land of Yiyan River for more than a year, and I don't know what the name of Taoist Lord is!"

Zhang Xuezhou's heart beat violently and counted.

"Daojun is so powerful?"

"Son of Buddha, I haven't seen you overnight, why did you become like this?"

"Have he beat you or robbed you of Western teaching?" Zhang Xuezhou said strangely.

There is a huge stove in the room, and various bamboo pipes are spliced ​​on a large pot. The slowly burning flames under the stove prove that the extremely primitive winemaking is taking place here.

"Call out?"

Zhang Xuezhou took two steps back and then moved away from the fierce furless crow.

"As long as you block his first move, it is easy to deal with him later," said the Buddhist monk: "But the problem is that no one in the world today can defeat his first move."

"There are eight bitter apricots, four silver fruits, one drunk peach, twenty jasmine dried fruits, one thousand-year-old ginseng, three Tongxuan grass, one ginseng fruit, two Linglong fruits, and one 500-year-old Polygonatum, mixed with warmth for three days and put into a pot with water and boiled. The juice can be turned into the base of the wine, and after seven days of nourishing, it can be turned into wine. The wine is delicious and can delay the aging of spiritual consciousness. It is a rare good wine!"

"He is the best in the three realms of the magic and killing power," said the Buddhist son: "Our leader wants to take a detour when he sees him, so he is naturally very powerful!"

The hoarse bird scream scared Zhang Xuezhou and he watched the scene around him.

Zhang Xuezhou was surprised.

"Hao...Haotian!"

He met an old man yesterday, and today he saw a furious crow.

It was not until the other party spoke again that Zhang Xuezhou was sure that the old man he saw in the pavilion yesterday was the same person as the current "Buddhist son".

"right!"

The old crow next to the stove screamed, as if he was deeply agreeing with it.

When Zhang Xuezhou nodded, the Buddhist son couldn't help but come back to his senses.

"Wine-making, let's hurry up and make wine!"

He instigated Zhang Xuezhou to speak twice.

Zhang Xuezhou commented on Jiuzhen Wine, but he wanted to see if Zhang Xuezhou could comment on the brewing process, and whether he could remove the "bacteria" and give him a better fruit wine.
Chapter completed!