Shui Ling'er was surprised that the secret recipe for the immortal drunken brewing was actually from the ethereal monk.

The withered Taoist touched his beard and glared, and reprimanded: "What's so strange about this? Do you think that those three stupid old men, who only know all day long, can understand such an esoteric knowledge of winemaking? That ethereal old monk is very smart, and he uses wine-making skills to make deals with Sanguo Lao, and he teaches them to make wine, and they continue to worship him with wine all year round. What a good deal this is, maybe Xi Muxian still thinks that the immortal drunkenness is the credit of those three old fools!"

Shui Ling'er was so happy now, thinking that if she had mastered such an important inside story, wouldn't she have been able to go to Sanguo Lao for a drink at any time?

The Decay Dao Elder seemed to see through his ghostly thoughts, and knocked him on the head again, "Stinky boy, no wonder Xi Muxian locked you in the Xuanbing Cave again, I'm afraid I see that you plan to do it again, and deal with Sanguo Lao like you did with your sister-in-law back then!

Shui Ling'er hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, Ling'er must be tight-lipped, and when she wakes up, she will forget it all!"

But in the blink of an eye, he understood that the Taoist chief was fooling him, straightened up, rubbed his nose and said, "No, this Sanguo Lao and Zeng Shizu's wine-making deal, I just found out, my aunt didn't punish me so quickly for this, right?"

The Rotten Dao Elder made a fool of him, and he was so happy that he laughed evilly.

Shui Ling'er touched her head and said puzzledly: "But my aunt has nothing to punish me, so why did she lock me up in the Xuanbing Cave?"

Decay gave him a big look, pointed to his chest and said, "Why? It's not to get your black gas out!"

"Black gas?" Shui Ling'er looked down in a daze, and suddenly screamed in fright, and saw a large cloud of black gas, which was really diffusing in his chest, perhaps because of the loss of feeling in the dream, so he didn't feel anything unusual.

The withered Taoist shook off the dust and teased: "You don't go to this black gas, I'm afraid that you won't wake up from a dream, and you dare to have a dream of going to Sanguo Lao to beg for wine?"

"Ahh

Decay said: "It's not so strict, you are a demon baby! But this black qi comes from the poisonous fire of the Heaven Destroying Curse, and it is sucking up your whole body power little by little, if you don't force the poison out, I'm afraid that you will soon be exhausted." ”

"Ah...... Exhausted at this time?" he was really panicked at this time, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, my skills are exhausted, then I might as well die!"

Withered squinted at him, and jokingly said: "Yo, the stinky boy is not afraid of heaven and earth, he is afraid of the old man's words!"

Seeing his demeanor, Shui Ling'er had a bottom in his heart, no longer worried, and began to giggle again: "The four seniors of the fairy spirit mound have always hurt Ling'er the most, and Uncle Withering is only afraid that he came to Ling'er's dream with the method of detoxification, right?"

Withered pouted, "Hmph, you are smart, I tell you, if you don't honestly practice the fifth layer of Pointing Heaven Zen, our four spirits may not be able to save you!"

Shui Ling'er was taken aback, "Referring to the fifth layer of Heavenly Zen? So, Uncle is here to help me practice the Hanging Sorrow Technique?"

Decay was about to slap him on the head again, but this time he nimbly dodged it, hiding to the side and smirking.

"I said stinky boy, your brain is made of wood? It took such a big circle to understand! I can tell you, if you don't practice well, you will lose my face in a sloppy manner, see how I clean you up in the future!"

When Shui Ling'er heard this, she didn't dare to play treasure anymore, and said respectfully: "Ling'er must follow the teachings of the uncle, and must study hard and practice hard, and practice the secret of suspense under the guidance of the uncle!"

The Withered Dao Chief stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction, "It's good to have this determination, I'm not afraid that your poison won't come out." ”

Shui Ling'er was serious for two seconds, her big eyes rolled, her eyes became cunning again, and she leaned over and said, "Uncle Withered, Master Zeng assigned you to help me practice the Suspense Trick, I'm afraid you have ulterior motives, right? Last time, the Forgetting Mind Trick was related to Uncle Sword Immortal, so is this Suspense Trick from you?"

Withered watched him smash his mouth twice, and he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to speak, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Seeing that she had guessed accurately, Shui Ling'er was so happy that her eyebrows fluttered, her head got closer, and she grinned: "Ling'er loves to listen to stories, uncle's stories, Ling'er listens to them!" (To be continued.) )