I am rich in the fairy world

The Grand Master glanced at her leisurely and said, "You only know how to eat and not ask questions? The power of this wine is yet to come."

Hu Qing laughed: "Are you kidding me? This wine is basically water, how can it be——"

Before she finished her words, there was a bang, and Hu Qing heard a fire in her stomach, which instantly burned all over her body. She couldn't see her face, but big beads of sweat rolled down her hair and neck, layer after layer.

"Good wine—"

She screamed and smelled a strong aroma of alcohol, which came from her body.

The Grand Master chuckled: "I won't give this wine to your master even if he comes. It's called Ice and Fire Nine Layers."

Hu Qing felt hot and her cheeks were redder than rouge. She quickly ate a few bites of food to suppress the effects of the alcohol.

"Have another drink."

The Grand Master took the jar of wine and poured it for her himself.

Hu Qing still had some sense, and stood up quickly: "I can do it myself. I can do it myself. How dare I?"

The Grand Master had already poured nine-tenths of the wine and motioned for her to pour more.

Hu Qing toasted him first, still with the taste of plain water. This time she had experience, so she sat upright with her hands hanging on her knees, waiting for the alcohol to take effect.

After a while, I heard a crackling sound in my stomach and it was suddenly covered with ice and snow. The heat on my hands, feet and face was suddenly frozen. The red rouge on my cheeks was also covered by frost, turning into red fruits under the snow.

The pores all over his body felt cold, and the roots of his hair were stimulated to stand up, forcing out the heat in the hair follicles. Hu Qing's head was like an incense burner.

Her eyes became brighter and brighter. She raised her hand and wiped her face, making a crisp sound. "Good wine. The first cup is as strong as the fire lotus, and the second cup is as cold as the cold plum. Good wine. Grand Master, which master brewed this wine? All my internal organs are melted and frozen by this wine. The first and second levels are already so torturous. If I go down to the ninth level, won't it torture my soul to the point of losing it?"

The Grand Master smiled meaningfully: "Do you think this wine can only make you cold or hot? There are nine levels of ice and fire, nine levels of cold and warm, and each level is more pressing than the previous one. Do you dare to drink the ninth level?"

"Why should I be afraid of this?" Hu slapped the table lightly, "Can the Grand Master still harm me?"

The Grand Master shook his head and said, "I won't harm you, but I will lose my composure if I drink this wine. Aren't you afraid of losing face?"

Hu Qing was stunned and instinctively wanted to retreat. She was really afraid of losing face. There were many things about her that she couldn't talk about.

Suddenly she burped, the alcohol rushing up her throat, and she blurted out, "Drink it!"

So the Grand Master poured her another glass.

Juanbu watched coldly, wondering what this old Deng was up to. Humph, if you dare to harm Hu Qing, I will release the Ice Demon!
After the third cup, Hu Qing felt as if there was a nasty little man holding a torch and setting fire to the old house everywhere in his body, burning him to the point of ruining his reputation.

Her eyes began to stare blankly, she spread her legs, let her hands hang down, and breathed at the air.

After the fourth cup, she put her arms on her knees, bent down, covered her face with one hand, and sobbed.

In the fifth cup, she jumped onto the high roof by stepping on a stool, and ran with her arms hanging on the roof like an ape. The chieftain began to worry that she would tear down his roof.

It’s the fifth level. Otherwise, I won’t drink it anymore. It should be effective enough.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly jumped down, grabbed the jar of wine and took a gulp.

Tears flowed down my face.

The Grand Master quickly stretched out his hands and carefully caught the jar of wine.

Hu Qing squatted on the table, supporting himself with his hands, crying.

The Grand Master couldn't help but ask her, "Why are you crying?"

He wanted to hear some gossip.

Hu Qing cried so hard that her nose was twitching, and she sobbed, "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

The Grand Master moved his buttocks: "Why?"

Hu Qing: "It's difficult...too difficult..."

The Grand Master moved his butt again: "Why is it difficult?"

Hu Qing: "God is not a human being...He is not a human being..."

The Grand Master couldn't help but look up at the sky. This was true. He poured the wine and handed it over: "Drink it, and you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it."

That’s right. After the seventh cup, Hu Qing no longer felt uncomfortable, but the Great Sect Master did.

She stood on the table and sang loudly: "The Yangtze River rolls eastward - the Yangtze River rolls eastward - the Yangtze River rolls eastward -"

It was the same sentence that he repeated over and over again. Not a single word was in tune, and the ending was dragged out very long, making it particularly harsh. His arms swung back and forth, as if he was imitating someone, but—he was only imitating someone!
I sang until my voice became hoarse.

The Grand Master's face turned pale.

It was just him. No one dared to come in without his order. There were no telling how many people were watching outside.

Fortunately, he closed the door in time.

Send a message: Evacuate the crowd, no one is allowed to approach!

He glared at Hu Qing with disdain. Is it so difficult to hear some gossip?

Offer a glass of wine: "Drink!"

Hu Qing drank a cup of wine from his hand in a daze, and then he immediately became quiet, slowly crawled down, sat on the ground, grabbed his ankles, and didn't say a word. If he hadn't opened his eyes, he would have thought he was asleep.

Or——fell asleep with eyes open?
"Hu Qing? Hu Qing?"

Hu Qing turned a deaf ear to everything and was as indifferent as a stone sculpture, with time becoming obsolete in his eyes.

The Grand Master felt uneasy and quickly fed her the last cup.

He sighed and said, "Don't blame me. That place is not easy to enter. A normal person would go crazy if he entered."

Juanbu: What place? Oh, you tricked Hu Qing into drinking in order to make her abnormal? Oh - that's unnecessary. Our Hu Qing can be abnormal immediately when she needs to be abnormal! I want to see what place is difficult to enter!

Hu Qing closed his eyes and fell backwards.

The Grand Master picked her up, carried her on his shoulders, cast an invisibility charm on her, thought about it, used his spiritual sense to block it, and stood up and walked out. The way he walked leisurely, it was impossible to tell that he was carrying a living person on his shoulders.

Set up a barrier, pretending that there were still people inside. The Grand Master flew slowly out of the formation and turned to the Sky City.

As soon as Juanbu saw the Sky City, he knew it must be related to those drawings.

He went in, disappeared in three or five steps, walked in the secret passage for a long time, and finally stopped.

An ordinary secret room.

Juanbu memorized the route he had taken and wondered why he stood at the door and didn't go in. The secret room was not big and there was nothing inside. Rather than calling it a secret room, it was more like a useless space squeezed out by the structure next to it. It could probably be used to store miscellaneous items.

The great sect master used his spiritual power to lift Hu Qing and put him inside, where he lay flat on the ground.

Then, he closed the trap door outside the house. The place became a smooth wall without any flaws. He turned and left. Go back and heat up the food, don't waste it.

In the secret room, Hu Qing was still drunk.

Juanbu said: "Hu Qing, Hu Qing——"

Suddenly, darkness came, and then suddenly a mysterious light flashed.

Before Juanbu could react, he was pulled into the space by his other half.

He hurried out, but couldn't, as if the space had turned into a real world that trapped him.

I was so anxious that I was running around in circles. I thought of the Ice Demon and immediately went to look for him. I found him in the octagonal building and saw him sitting lazily in a large armchair lined with white fur, holding a blueprint elegantly and looking at it.

"Ice Demon! Why are you so lazy! Do you know that Hu Qing is in trouble?" Juanbu yelled anxiously, wishing he could strangle Ice Demon's neck.

The Ice Demon raised his eyes lazily: "Don't worry. It's not a bad thing."

Juanbu: "Do you know what happened?"

The Ice Demon was still not in a hurry: "You should be able to see it. Think about it again." (End of this chapter)