Chapter 589: Ask god

On a busy day, in the evening, Chen Xinglie finally ended his day's cultural education project.
Being a teacher is not an easy task.
The young people in their twenties in the afternoon are obviously more difficult to manage than the bear children in the morning. Fortunately, Xue Gang, as a big brother, has a lot of prestige among the younger generations of the Taoist Sect.
With his help, Chen Xinglie doesn't have to worry too much about these young people jumping out against him.
In the evening, after a day of toiling, Chen Xinglie sat alone in the courtyard, with three plates of exquisite side dishes and a pot of old wine on the stone table in front of him.
Just standing by the side can smell the wonderful smell of the old wine in the pot. I think this wine year should not be low.
Chen Xinglie picked up the jug, poured himself a glass, and took a sip.
"Good wine!"
Although there are no other people around, this does not prevent Chen Xinglie from complimenting this glass of Chinese wine.
As an otaku in his previous life, he had no chance to taste those famous wines.
After crossing into this world by accident, most of the time I have been struggling to survive, and the wine made by the Dongzhou gang is far inferior to the wine of the Taoist Sect.
I remembered that after the get out of class was over, several elders or worshippers of the Taoist Sect each brought some gifts, and the wine on the table was given by one of them.
Thinking of this, Chen Xinglie's mouth raised a smile.
Most of the teachers who want to come to the past life to be exemplary have experienced such treatment.
After all, parents don’t want teachers to take good care of their children.
What Chen Xinglie never expected was that these parents and elders were so eager for education in this world where strength is respected.
There was a burst of laughter in his mouth, and he took two bites of food and drank the wine in one cup.
"You see, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!"
"You don't see me, Gaotangmingjing has white hair with sorrow, and the morning is like a blue silk and snowy evening!"
"You must be happy in life, don't let Jinzun empty to the moon!"
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In previous lives, Li's nearly wine was spit out from Chen Xinglie's mouth.
He did not deliberately lower his voice, this loud and magnificent verse whirled over Xundaozong.
All the elders enshrined in the sect were led to walk out of their residences, and even the suzerain, Xiang Wenqing, could not contain the surprise in his heart. He also walked to his courtyard and looked in the direction of Chen Xinglie.
The picture cuts back to Chen Xinglie. At the time of a poem, Chen Xinglie has drunk a pot of wine on the table.
Some looked around anxiously, but couldn't find other wines, and couldn't help feeling a bit lost and unhappy.
Stepping into the air, he sang loudly: "Singing to wine, life is geometric! For example, the dew is a lot of bitterness in the days. Generosity should be generous, and sorrows should be unforgettable. How to relieve worries? Only Dukang.
Everyone in Xun Dao Sect looked at the figure in the sky, and some elderly people could not help feeling a little bit more in their eyes when looking at Chen Xinglie.
Among them, the lord Xiang Wenqing is especially headed. It seems that Chen Xinglie's generous singing has touched some memories in his heart.
He turned around and walked back to the courtyard. When he reappeared, he was already holding two large tanks in his hands. The smell of wine was gradually permeating in the air. You can know what these two large tanks are without having to look.
"Hi! Wentian laugh! Sect Master took out this baby!"
"Want to drink!"
"What are you waiting for! Let's go! Today, I was soaked in the light of this Chen worship, and I can drink it until Wentianxiao."
Many elders who were not far from Xiang Wenqing's residence were enshrined. They, with their advanced cultivation, smelled the gradual strong aroma of wine in the air, and started to talk.
Wen Tianxiao, this is the name of the wine in the two large jars in Xiang Wenqing's hand.
The entire Taoist Sect, no, the entire Heart Demon Realm, only Xiang Wenqing can brew.
This wine tastes sweet and strong, which is not good for those who are not weak in the Heart Demon Realm. Since Xiang Wenqing brewed Wentianxiao, those who have come to Xundaozong for years and want to exchange for a pot of wine are not the strong ones. Few more.
It's just that Xiang Wenqing refused all, it seems that the genius of the heart demon world, Baotongtong, can't compare to the wine he brewed.
As the high-level members of the Xundao Sect, these elders and worshippers were naturally fortunate to have tasted this wine, but it was only a few times that they could not forget the taste of this wine.
There is a saying in Xundaozong: "After drinking Wentianxiao, drinking other wine is like drinking water."
From this sentence, you can see the position of Xiang Tianxiao in the hearts of the people of Xundao Sect.
Besides, Xiang Wenqing, who stepped into the air with the two big tanks, walked towards the sky, and saw that all the elders were walking towards him, and his heart trembled.
Hastily! Forget that there are so many old drunks staring at him and smiling!
Xiang Wenqing murmured in his heart, but at this time the wine was out of the wine cellar, it is not easy to take it back, even if he is the Sect Master, he can't ignore these pillars of the Taoist Sect!
With a sigh, Xiang Wenqing confessed his fate as he looked at the elders and said: "Go and dig in my yard. There are a few tanks buried under the biggest peach tree in the yard."
"So thank you Sect Master!"
"Sovereign grandeur! This boldness is really a model for my generation!"
"Hahaha! Not drunk today!"
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The elders immediately stopped walking towards Xiang Wenqing, and all thanked them loudly.
After speaking, no matter what Xiang Wenqing thought, they all rushed towards his courtyard.
That speed is several times faster than when I came just now!
Who could have imagined that these powerful men who are strong enough to dominate in the Heart Demon Realm would actually do such a move for a few cylinders of fine wine.
If there are outsiders present, most of them will contempt the elders of Xun Dao Sect in their hearts.
But if the elders of Xundao Sect heard his contempt, he would definitely say with even more contempt: "Where are the turtles, I dare to laugh at us if I haven't drunk Wentianxiao!"
This is Wentianxiao's influence in Xun Dao Sect, and even in the Heart Demon Realm.
Chen Xinglie stood in the sky and looked at the many elders who hurriedly turned around.
Ok? This smell! ! !
Fragrant!
Chen Xinglie smelled the smell of wine in the air, looked around, and finally locked the target.
Those two big tanks in Xiang Wenqing's hands!
At this moment, Chen Xinglie seemed to understand why these elders worship so gaffes.
Such a fragrant wine is not unheard of, but Chen Xinglie did not have the honor to take a sip.
Before Chen Xinglie could speak, Xiang Wenqing seemed to have seen his expectations.
He smiled and said: "Chen Zhufeng, this is my own brewing of Wentianxiao. I just heard your heroic poems, and I couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. Today, how about you and me drinking together?"
"Naturally, it is the best. I am afraid that no one in the heart demon world can surpass you with the brewing craftsmanship of the sovereign!"
Chen Xinglie was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly praised him.