Start building the foundation: What is the Southern Xinjiang Corpse Puppet?

Chapter 125 I'm a little sleepy, good night

"Senior Brother, let alone Song Guili, even Gu Qingcheng's points are more than twice as high as mine. I have given up this dream." Si Qian stared at Song Guili's points number and felt that he was far away.

"You're number one on the points list, but you get a top-grade magic sword. Aren't you tempted, junior sister?" Bai Yue asked seductively.

"Of course I do. Junior Brother Shen has already established his foundation, but I haven't given him a foundation-building gift yet. But the first place is too far away for me. Now that the demon tribe has stopped fighting, even if I want to earn points, it won't be as easy as before."

Si Qianning said, turning her head to look at Luo Shan: "I think it would be nice to change it to spirit stones. I will give Junior Brother a bag of spirit stones and let him buy whatever he wants."

"It's up to you." Bai Yue nodded, not knowing what to say.

Si Qianning glanced at the scoreboard, then looked at Luo San, but in the end she did not exchange the points for spirit stones.

Luo Shan now has nearly 100,000 spirit stones in his storage bracelet. Seeing Ling Wanran coming out, Luo Shan took a look at the scoreboard. The original eleventh place has now moved up to the third place.

"Let's go. We have a good harvest this time. I'll treat you to some spiritual wine at the restaurant." Luo Shan was generous for a rare moment. After he said this, Ling Wanran next to him was startled and looked at Luo Shan in surprise.

That look was as if she was possessed by another spirit.

Luo Shan's smile faded slightly, and he turned to look at Ling Wanran: "Fellow Daoist Ling, you don't want to go? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No, I haven't drunk the spirit wine from Wuwang City yet, ahem..." Ling Wanran was caught, her face flushed:

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Luo, I heard that there is a wine shop in Wuwang City that sells a kind of spiritual wine called Wangchen. It is said that this wine tastes slightly bitter at first, but becomes sweet after entering the throat, but is spicy when entering the stomach. I wonder if I can have the pleasure of tasting it today."

In her previous life, the Wuwang City was destroyed and the Wangchen Wine also disappeared in the world of cultivation. If she could taste it now, it would be worth her rebirth.

"Oh, there is such a wine. I have never heard of it."

Si Qianning is a wine lover, which can be seen from the wine that she never leaves her waist and the faint smell of alcohol around her body.

"Forget Dust Wine was brewed by a mortal to commemorate his deceased wife. Later, a cultivator who loved wine tasted it by chance and begged to become the mortal's disciple. He has lived in Wuwang City ever since."

Ling Wanran learned this from Xiao Tong, a survivor of Wuwang City, but Xiao Tong at that time was not as lively as he is now.

"There is such an interesting story." Luo Shan listened with great interest and became curious about the Wangchen wine.

"By the way, where is the wine shop?"

"Deep in the last alley of East Street, but each cultivator can only buy one pot of Wangchen from him."

"This is that person's rule." Ling Wanran said.

"What a strange rule." Si Qianning frowned. She wanted to buy some more and bring them back for the elders in the sect to try.

"Let's go and take a look at this strange tavern owner." Bai Yue also became interested. Such strange rules did not seem like doing business, but rather a bit like...

Like what?

Bai Yue was in deep thought, and a light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, followed by the word "cultivation".

The four of them went towards East Street, but when they reached the entrance of the last alley, they smelled a strange aroma of wine.

"It smells so good!" Si Qianning was the first to speak, and then she walked forward following the scent.

Luo Shan and the others followed, walking deeper into the alley, and when they arrived at the door of a half-open wooden house with a canvas with the word "wine" hung on it, they saw a recliner swaying slowly back and forth in the shadows of the house.

The chair made a "creaking" sound. Luo Shan sent out her spiritual sense to explore, but she didn't expect to be blocked outside the door. She was immediately startled, retracted her spiritual sense, and walked forward:

"I'm here to buy some wine."

"What kind of wine do you want?" The person sitting on the recliner in the room turned his back to the door, did not stand up, but just spoke lightly.

The man's voice was ethereal and had a hint of laziness.

"I want four pots of Wangchen." Si Qianning glanced at Luo Shan and the other two and spoke.

"Of course it's fine for the four of you to each have a pot of wine," said the man on the recliner, raising his arm lazily, and then four pots of wine flew into the air and went out the door.

"Four jars of Wangchen, four thousand spirit stones."

"Four thousand spirit stones?" Luo Shan paused, pursed his lips and took out the spirit stone.

After taking four pots of wine, Luo Shan took Si Qianning and others to the restaurant to meet the guests.

As soon as I entered, I saw two groups of people confronting each other with swords drawn.

Luo Shan and Ling Wanran paused, looked at each other, and found a secluded corner where the four of them sat down.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, are you sure you want to stay here?" It looked like a fight was about to break out at any moment.

"This is it." Luo Shan nodded without hesitation. Seeing that the war of words between the two parties had escalated into physical combat, he directly took out his pot of wine and took the first sip.

The moment he took a sip, Luo San frowned, but soon relaxed his brows. Feeling the spicy and burning taste, Luo San raised his eyebrows. This wine actually has a unique flavor.

When Si Qianning and Ling Wanran saw Luo Shan take a sip, they didn't hesitate to open the wine gourd and took a sip.

"Wang Chen, this is indeed a good wine. Although the spiritual energy of this wine is low, it tastes excellent and is no worse than the wine in my gourd." You know, a pot of wine in her gourd is worth 50,000 spirit stones.

This is also one of the reasons why she can't store the spirit stones.

"A fight has broken out!" Ling Wanran didn't shout, but looked over there with a frown.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, they seem to be arguing about who is the number one genius in Southern Xinjiang between you and Ying Chan?" Ling Wanran said lightly after listening silently for a while.

Luosan: ???

He also pricked up his ears and listened for a while, and when he saw that it was exactly as Ling Wanran said, his face immediately darkened.

She came in to watch the fun but found out that she was the one who was funnily watching. Isn't this making a fool of herself?

The most important thing is that these people think that she is not as good as Ying Chan!

"That Luo Shan is full of evil, much worse than the Saint of the Gu Clan."

"Exactly. Look at the scoreboard. Is Luo Shan's name on it? Fairy Yingchan is ranked fifth, only 100 points less than Su Jue from Yumen. With such strength, doesn't it mean that she is stronger than Luo Shan?"

"You know shit. Luo Shan was only in the middle stage of foundation building half a year ago, but he killed a late stage monster in the city. Now he has reached the late stage of foundation building. With such a speed of cultivation, it's no wonder that he is called the number one prodigy." A male cultivator retorted with red ears and thick neck, and another person beside him nodded in agreement.

"Exactly."

"Oh, what that evil woman did in Dongyue, how can she be called the number one prodigy? I think you guys are speaking for her because you received benefits from that evil woman."

"How dare you slander us!"

After saying that, the man launched a burst of spiritual power at him, and from then on, the situation was out of control.

Luo San restrained his breath and hid himself in a corner. For the first time, he felt an urgency to leave this place.