After Xi Mutong left, Lancang Niangniang and others said that they had been sitting for a long time and wanted to refresh their muscles, so they stood up and walked around, and after a while, they all disappeared. As a result, only the water bells and the ethereal monks were left on the shoreless lake.

The ethereal monk reclined in mid-air and did not speak, but held a wine gourd full of immortal drunkenness, and drank vigorously.

The smell of wine wafted in, and Shui Ling'er swallowed saliva on the side, secretly wondering if he should open his mouth to ask him for wine?

The ethereal monk squinted his drunken eyes, looked at him and smiled evilly: "Good disciple Sun, you are so young, but you are not a small alcohol addiction!"

Shui Ling'er blushed, remembering the days when he was in Yangzhou City and reduced to a little flower child. At that time, the tragic death of the master made him miserable, he just wanted to live by begging for food, cheating, drinking, and gangsters, and the rest of his life was spent waiting for death, and this alcohol addiction also fell in that experience.

The past was unbearable, and he hung his head in pain.

Suddenly, something shook and floated under his nose, and suddenly the rich aroma of wine from the immortal drunk came to his nose, which made him shake all over his body, and his bones were crispy with comfort, and he hurriedly raised his eyes to see if that thing was the wine gourd that had always made him salivate!

"Drink!" Seeing his gluttony, the ethereal monk clapped his hands and laughed happily.

The last time Shui Ling'er drank alcohol was more than a year ago, when Sanguo Lao congratulated him on returning to the mountain and took the altar immortal drunk to the Fusheng Palace. After that, he hadn't touched a drop of wine.

Now that Zeng Shizu took the initiative to invite, he was overjoyed, picked up the gourd, and was about to pour it to his mouth, but just about to touch it, he hesitated, and the hand holding the gourd hung down.

When the ethereal monk saw it, he said strangely: "Hey, why don't you drink it again?"

Shui Ling'er pouted and said, "Zeng Shizu, Ling'er stayed in my aunt's virtual realm in order to cultivate Yaohai Jue. Now that the big thing has not been accomplished, I don't dare to drink and make mistakes and disappoint the elders. ”

The ethereal monk gave a thumbs up and praised: "Well, the son can be taught, and he deserves to be a good apprentice of Zhuyue." But now the great ancestor invites you to drink, and I guarantee that Tong'er will not dare to say half a \-no\-word. Drink it, maybe when you're done, the people we're waiting for will come. ”

"This ......" Shui Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and his heart was even more curious, who was the person they were waiting for who would help him practice the Yao Hai Jue?

The wine passed through the intestines, like hundreds of little hands rubbing in the internal organs, making him flutter like a fairy, his body fell, and it seemed to fall in the Yao Pond, and there seemed to be fairy music playing in his ears.

Shui Ling'er was not convinced, thinking that with his own amount of alcohol, how could he drink this sip and get drunk?

He was drinking happily when he suddenly felt someone pushing him, and when he raised his drunken eyes, he recognized that it was a fight.

"Doudou? you...... How did you get in...... Auntie's virtual realm?" he asked with his tongue wide open.

"Ling'er, you're still drinking here!How can you keep drinking?" Doudou had tears on his face and his tone was flustered.

"What's wrong? Doudou, you ...... Why...... What about my great-grandfather, the ethereal monk, and where did he go?"

Doudou snatched the wine gourd from his hand and scolded angrily: "Shui Ling'er, Jiluo Mountain is a military important place of the immortal clan, and the prohibition of alcohol has been implemented for hundreds of years, in order to prevent drunkenness and misconduct, you ...... But why do you repeatedly violate the ban? When you were five years old, you secretly entered the drunkard pavilion to steal alcohol, and later went to the world to become addicted to alcohol, and now that the great enemy is present, you are hiding here to enjoy the fine wine alone, completely leaving the safety of Jiluo Mountain behind! Are you worthy of your master and aunt, and worthy of this salient being in Jiluo Mountain?"

scolded a lot, and scolded so much that Shui Ling'er woke up halfway.

He shook his head, his eyes widened, and he stared at Doudou in confusion and asked, "You...... Why do you say this? Why is there such a big enemy? Tell me, is there something wrong with Jiluoshan? And my aunt, where is my aunt?"

Even though he was drunk, his instincts hinted to him that something big was going on outside.

He pressed questions again and again, but Doudou didn't answer, just shed tears vigorously.

Only then did he realize that the bamboo suit of the fight was torn, and his body and face were covered with blood, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle.

"Doudou, tell me quickly, what is going on? Where is the enemy? Tell me quickly!" This startled him so frightened that he completely woke up, grabbed Doudou by the collar, held him in his hand, and roared like a mad lion.

Dou Dou choked up and could barely make a sound, so he could only answer intermittently: "Demon clan...... The million-strong army of the demon clan besieged Jiluo Mountain, 100,000 ...... 100,000 Spirit Scouts...... Annihilated...... The soldier dragon and the tiger were killed in battle, and Aunt Ximu ...... Aunt Ximu ......"

"Auntie...... How's my aunt?" Shui Ling'er was so anxious that she was about to suffocate.

"My aunt was captured by the Demon King and the Son of Heaven, and he ...... He hung her up...... Fragmented ......" (To be continued.) )