I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

Then, he looked deeply at this extraordinary youth.    

He wasn't a scholar, nor did he understand poetry.    

However, after serving in the Plum Blossom Manor for so many years, he could often see Lord Villa Lord drinking and singing alone in the backyard.    

After so many years, he could be considered to have been influenced by the world.    

The two poems that this young man recited were different from what Lord Villa Lord usually recited. He could not tell which was higher and which was lower.    

Even so.    

"My talent is bound to be useful."    

"Return me my precious daughter!"    

Even a layman like the old butler was deeply shocked by the imposing manner of these words.    

Villa Lord was also a person who loved poetry. He would definitely have a good impression of this young man.    

"Young Master, please wait for a moment. This old servant will be back soon." The old butler wrapped the wine cup with Spiritual Force and carefully walked into the manor.    

Such a fine wine, even a drop of it was a sin.    

"Master's literary talent is still so admirable."    

"That's right, that's right. Master, can you play another song? I haven't heard Master recite poetry in eight hundred years."    

"I want it too, I want it too!"    

Lee Hongyu and Wang Jingyu kept flattering him, but their eyes would occasionally drift towards the wine pot in Shen Jun's hand.    

They never thought that their master would have such a top-grade wine.    

Their master actually didn't take it out to have a drink or two with them to reminisce about old times!    

No, he had to think of a way to trick them!    

Shen Jun couldn't be bothered with these two fools, and directly put away the wine.    

There wasn't a lack of experts present, and there were even two half-step Sovereign staring at them at close range.    

However, no one could clearly see how Shen Jun put the wine back into his storage ring, and they couldn't even see clearly which item he was carrying.    

This was because Shen Jun didn't have any storage treasures at all.    

This wine was also one of the rewards given by the system eight hundred years ago.    

As for the items of the system, they existed in the system space and could be stored and retrieved at will.    

These people could tell that there was a ghost.    

And this wine also had a very pleasant name.    

Celestial Immortal Drunken Wine!    

As its name suggested, wine had no amplification effect, nor was it a treasure that could improve one's constitution or increase one's cultivation.    

Its only effect is that it can quickly allow one to enter a drunken state.    

Not to mention Great Saints and Great Sovereigns, even Heavenly Immortals were the same!    

The more one drank, the deeper one got drunk, and the longer one stayed drunk.    

When the two of them saw Shen Jun put away the wine, they immediately became anxious.    

"Master, you are being too biased. Just let Fourth Senior Brother drink it. Why don't you let us have a taste?"    

"That's right, Master. We want it too. We want it too!"    

Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu protested with all their might.    

They were not wine mongers, but Shen Jun's wine was too fragrant!    

His stomach could be endured, and his mouth could not be tolerated!    

"Stop dreaming. You two don't have to think about this wine today." Shen Jun scolded with a smile, "When all of you brothers are gathered one day, Master will take out this wine and give it to you guys."    

Only then did the two of them agree with embarrassment.    

At the same time, in the backyard of Plum Blossom Manor.    

One. A beautiful woman who could be said to be devastatingly beautiful was practicing with her sword.    

Her white dress danced in the air like a blooming begonia.    

Although she didn't use the Spiritual Force, her moves were still eye-catching.    

The seemingly light and light sword, mixed with the force of a thousand jun, slashed out, causing the space to buzz!    

After that, it was another simple thrust forward. It looked incomparably plain, but at the end of the sword, it changed into thousands of swords!    

The sword technique was incomparably exquisite and gorgeous.    

Not far out, there was a youth who seemed to be a few years older than her. He was currently sitting there in a somewhat dispirited manner.    

The young man's hair was messy, his face was full of stubble, and his clothes were covered in dust.    

Beside his feet were dozens of wine jugs, which reeked of alcohol. It was disgusting.    

However, it was such a person whose eyes were full of vigor. There was no turbid look in them.    

"Master, you can't drink anymore after today. You have drunk too much these days." The woman in white finished practicing a set of sword moves and said angrily.    

"Ning'an, you are still young, how could you understand these..."    

"This set of sword skills is considered to have been cultivated by you, but you pay too much attention to the shape of the sword moves, and neglected the meaning of the sword moves."    

"Remember, moves are always just a framework. Sword Intent is the true essence of Sword Dao. With Sword Intent, the framework is either high or low, or the garden is flat. It's not a big deal."    

Only when he was pointing out the sword moves of the woman in white could the young man reveal a somewhat serious expression.    

However, the white-robed woman didn't listen to him at all. She only looked at him with worry.    

"Master... Is it because Martial Ancestor's Forbidden Day is about to arrive? Is that why you are like this?"    

Hearing this, the young man who was giving pointers to the sword suddenly paused. His eyes were filled with sadness.    

After a moment of silence, the young man let out a long sigh. "Ning'an, let's rest for a while. We will continue practicing later... My wine should also come."    

"Yes, Master." The white-robed lady replied with a sigh.    

Looking at his appearance, who would have guessed that this slovenly young man was the sword immortal who had once swept across the Central State with his sword?    

At this moment, the old butler also walked over with the wine that Shen Jun had sent over.    

"Villa Lord, the wine is here." The old butler respectfully handed over the wine cup.    

That's right, this decadent youth was Shen Jun's fourth disciple, the Villa Lord of Plum Blossom Manor - Lee Qinglian!    

Seeing the wine cup in the old butler's hand, Lee Qinglian couldn't help but frown.    

"Why is there only one cup... Eh?! "    

Lee Qinglian's face was full of surprise.    

One. In a flash, he had arrived in front of the old butler.    

His speed was simply astounding!    

Lee Qinglian carefully picked up the cheap wine cup and carefully looked at it. He then sniffed it twice in disbelief.    

"This wine can be considered a saint grade!"    

This was Lee Qinglian's first evaluation of this wine.    

A truly good wine meeting a true expert.    

There was no need to taste it. Just by looking at its color and smelling its fragrance, one would be able to get a rough idea.    

Immediately after, Lee Qinglian practically could not wait to grab the wine cup and take a light sip.    

His mouth was extremely sweet and fragrant. When the wine entered his throat, it immediately became hot again.    

Lee Qinglian almost couldn't help but shiver!    

For a moment, he only felt that the water and fire in his stomach were complementing each other, and his spirit soul was flying.    

How satisfying!    

What a fine wine!    

Furthermore... he seemed to be a little drunk?    

I only took a small sip!    

Holy, absolutely holy!    

Lee Qinglian's eyes lit up, and he drank the rest of the wine in his cup.    

Hu!    

Satisfying!    

How many years had it been since he had such a carefree feeling?    

A drunken feeling that he had not experienced for eight hundred years slowly surged up. Lee Qinglian only felt his vision blur for a moment, and the sealed memories once again surged into his mind.    

The memories of following his master all those years ago were like a day and a day.    

From the first time he met his master, to following his master to cultivate, practicing the sword and reciting poems every day...    

And then, on that day, his Master passed away in meditation.    

The scenes of the past seemed to be right in front of his eyes, and he could obtain them with his bare hands.    

Only when he was drunk would he be able to see it so clearly.    

"Master... I miss you."    

Lee Qinglian leaned against the wall and whispered.    

After an unknown amount of time, Lee Qinglian finally came back to his senses and asked, "Old Cao, who is the one who sent this wine here?"    

"Replying to the Villa Lord. That person seems to be a young master with an extraordinary background. He poured this wine in front of me and asked me to bring it in."    

"Pour this wine?" Lee Qinglian suddenly raised his head and his eyes lit up. "What do you mean? This wine... Could it be that there is another pot?"    

"Yes."    

The old butler gave an affirmative answer.    

Lee Qinglian immediately became excited!    

If this kind of saint grade wine really had an entire pot, he was even willing to exchange it for the sword technique he cultivated!    

As long as he could get drunk again and take a clear look at his master, what was a mere sword technique?!    

The old butler clasped his hands and continued, "Villa Lord, when young master was delivering wine, he also asked me to bring you a few words."    

"Is there something you need from me?"    

"No." The old butler shook his head. "It's just two lines of poetry."    

"Poetry?" Lee Qinglian laughed lightly. "Read it."    

He brought two poems for himself?    

Hmph, other than a scholar like Master, what other poems in the world can enter my Lee Qinglian's ears?    

"The first sentence is: Dang Xuan versus Zun wine, four hibiscus blooms open."    

" The second sentence, one must be happy in one's life, don't make Jin Zun against the moon. My talent is always useful. When my precious daughter is gone, I will come back again."    

Bang!    

Lee Qinglian's body froze.    

The porcelain cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.    

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words through the gaps between his teeth. "That person... Where is he now?"    

"Still... still waiting at the door, Villa Lord, you?" The old butler had never seen Lee Qinglian like this before, so he was at a loss.    

Before he could finish, Lee Qinglian had already disappeared.