Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Living a life of debauchery?"

Su Changqing looked at the shameless Lord of Snow Moon City in front of him, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

If the young wandering knights who regard Baili Dongjun as a god were to see this scene, they would probably be heartbroken on the spot.

Who would have thought that a renowned wine connoisseur would stoop to such a lowly level just for a drink?

"no."

Su Changqing refused without hesitation, lay back in the rocking chair, and casually covered his face with the palm-leaf fan again.

"You said you were just going to taste the saltiness of that last jar, but you ended up drinking it all in one go. That was a stash I'd kept under the peach tree for three whole years."

"Brother Su! Brother Changqing! My dear brother!"

Baili Dongjun wasn't annoyed at all. He shamelessly came over, showing no airs of a master, and even reached out to fan Su Changqing.

"That was an accident last time! Who told you to brew such an amazing wine? I, Baili Dongjun, have been brewing wine all my life, and I can say that I have tasted all the finest wines in the world, but only your 'Drunken Life, Dream Death' made me feel... feel..."

He racked his brains, seemingly trying to find a word to describe it, and finally, his face flushed, he said, "It feels like dying in this mortal world and then being reborn!"

Su Changqing rolled his eyes under the palm-leaf fan.

nonsense.

This "Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death" is not an ordinary wine at all.

This is a jar of spirit wine that he made by using "spiritual grains" from the cultivation world as raw materials, supplemented by the "Years of Withering and Flourishing Technique" as a catalyst, and then nurtured with his own spiritual power for three whole years.

In this martial arts world, ordinary people can drink it to prolong their lives, while martial artists can drink it to cleanse their marrow and strengthen their bones.

Only someone like Baili Dongjun, with his innate ability to drink alcohol and profound cultivation, dared to drink it like water.

If it were an ordinary first-rank master, one sip would probably make him drunk for seven days and seven nights. If his mental state wasn't good enough, he might even fall into a drunken illusion and go berserk.

Don't give me that.

Su Changqing lazily held up one finger. "Thank you, five hundred taels of silver. No credit."

Five hundred taels?!

Baili Dongjun's eyes widened. "Why don't you just rob me? The most expensive 'Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon' in Snow Moon City only costs fifty taels!"

"Then turn left as you exit. Goodbye."

Su Changqing remained unmoved.

Baili Dongjun gritted his teeth, patted his entire body, and finally, with a pained expression, pulled out a warm and translucent jade pendant from his pocket and slammed it on the table with a "smack".

"No cash! This piece of warm jade was given to me by my master years ago; it's worth at least a thousand or eight hundred taels. I'm leaving it with you as collateral! Where's the wine? Bring it here now!"

Su Changqing lifted the palm-leaf fan, glanced at the jade pendant, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, that's barely enough."

He slowly got up and walked behind the counter.

There were no valuable wine jars on display, only a dusty black earthenware jar, casually tossed in a corner, covered with a thin layer of dust.

If an outsider saw it, they would definitely think it was a jar for holding pickled vegetables.

But the moment Baili Dongjun saw the jar, his eyes flashed with a hungry wolf-like green light, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

"Here it comes! My baby!"

Su Changqing lifted the wine jar with one hand and casually broke the mud seal.

There was no earth-shattering burst of fragrance, nor any dazzling rays of light.

The aroma of this wine is extremely subtle; only when you get close can you smell a faint, fresh scent, like grass after a rain.

But once this breath enters the nostrils, it is like a dragon, instantly flowing through the limbs and bones, making one's soul tremble involuntarily.

"Give."

Su Changqing poured a bowl and pushed it in front of Baili Dongjun.

The wine was cloudy, with an amber sheen, and looked like cheap rice wine sold for two coins a bowl at a roadside stall.

But Baili Dongjun's expression was more solemn than ever before.

He held the wine bowl with both hands, as if it were a rare treasure.

"This bite is a toast to this damned mortal world."

Baili Dongjun murmured, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp!

boom!

The moment the wine entered his throat, Baili Dongjun's body suddenly stiffened.

His pupils dilated instantly and lost focus.

In his perception, this was hardly a bowl of wine.

This is clearly a long, roaring river!

The liquor transformed into a torrent of heat, instantly rushing into his dantian (energy center).

That wasn't violent internal force, but a higher and purer form of energy—spiritual energy!

But that's not the worst part.

What's most terrifying is the artistic conception contained within the wine.

Baili Dongjun felt his consciousness being instantly pulled out of his body and into a vast and boundless starry sky.

The Milky Way shines brightly, yet eternal solitude reigns.

At the edge of that galaxy, there was a blurry figure in a green robe, his back to him, holding a seemingly ordinary iron sword.

"This is……"

Baili Dongjun's consciousness trembled.

The next moment, the figure in the blue robe moved.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple wave.

One sword, and the Milky Way is severed!

The dazzling starry sky was neatly sliced ​​open like a scroll by this sword, revealing the deep, dark void behind it.

That sword intent was lonely, desolate, and domineering, yet it also carried a kind of detached indifference that saw through all things in the world.

That's the taste of the "Great Way"!

"puff!"

In reality, Baili Dongjun suddenly exhaled a breath of stale air, his whole body covered in sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at Su Changqing, who was wiping the table with a rag. His eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and deep awe.

The figure in the blue robe who just cut through the galaxy... though blurry, had the same aura as this lazybones in front of me!

"Su Changqing..."

Baili Dongjun's voice was somewhat hoarse, even trembling slightly, "You...who exactly are you?"

Su Changqing didn't even look up, continuing to wipe the table: "The owner of Changqing Tavern. Who else could it be?"

"fart!"

Baili Dongjun slammed his fist on the table and stood up excitedly.

"Could an ordinary tavern owner brew such a wine imbued with the essence of the Great Dao's sword? Just a moment ago, I felt my spiritual barrier loosen! This wine... contains the essence of a sword immortal! No, it's even higher than a sword immortal!"

He strode up to Su Changqing and reached out to grab Su Changqing's wrist: "Let me see your meridians!"

Su Changqing did not dodge, letting him grab her.

Baili Dongjun placed his fingers on Su Changqing's pulse point and probed in with his true energy.

The next second, Baili Dongjun was stunned.

Empty.

Although Su Changqing's meridians were incredibly wide and strong, there was absolutely no "internal force" inside them.

In this world, whether in the Vajra Mortal Realm or the Divine Wandering Mystic Realm, the source of power is internal energy.

But inside Su Changqing's body, it was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

"How...how is this possible?"

Baili Dongjun is having an existential crisis.

"How can you brew such an astonishing wine when there's clearly no fluctuation of internal energy? Why do you possess an aura that I can't even fathom?"

Su Changqing withdrew his hand and calmly poured himself a cup of tea.

"Brother Baili, you're being too attached to appearances. Brewing wine is all about the heart; when the heart is there, the intention will naturally follow. As for internal energy... that crude thing will only ruin the taste of the wine."

Su Changqing chuckled inwardly:

Nonsense, I cultivate the path of immortality, and the liquid spiritual energy flowing in my body is usually hidden deep in my dantian, forming its own little world.

If you can find out using the internal energy detection methods of the martial arts world, then something is amiss.

This is the difference in dimensions.

Just like ants in a two-dimensional world, they can never comprehend the existence of three-dimensional humans.

Baili Dongjun slumped down, looking at the empty wine bowl, and gave a bitter smile: "Indeed, the world is vast and full of wonders. Perhaps Brother Su is walking a 'way of wine' that we have never seen before."

Although he was puzzled, his intuition told him that Su Changqing meant no harm.

And... this wine is really delicious!

"Brother Su, since you have such skills, why are you content to stay in this small corner?"

Baili Dongjun couldn't help but ask,

"With your brewing skills, if you went to Tianqi City, even the emperor would treat you as an honored guest."

Su Changqing paused slightly.

He looked out the door, his gaze seemingly piercing through the bustling crowd and reaching into the distant past.

"I want to leave too."

Su Changqing sighed, a rare hint of complex emotion flickering in his eyes. "But... I have a debt I haven't paid off. I dare not leave, and I cannot leave."

"debt?"

Baili Dongjun chuckled, "How much? I'll pay it for you! Snowmoon City may not have much else, but we have plenty of silver!"

"It's not a financial debt."

Su Changqing shook his head, the figure wielding the Iron Horse Ice River in his mind becoming increasingly clear.

"It's a debt of love. Three years ago... I did something pretty awful. It wasn't intentional, but I still wronged someone."

"A debt of love?"

Baili Dongjun became interested and was just about to say a few words of gossip.

Just then—

call--

A strange gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the door.

The wind came without warning and was bitterly cold.

The tavern was originally warm and cozy, but as soon as the wind blew, a thin layer of frost instantly formed on the tea on the table.

The noise from the street suddenly stopped.

The once clear sky was now shrouded in thick, dark clouds, and the sunlight disappeared completely. The entire Snowmoon City seemed to have instantly plunged from warm spring into harsh winter.

An atmosphere of extreme oppression enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Click."

The wine bowl in Baili Dongjun's hand cracked under the pressure of the extreme cold.

The smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by an unprecedented look of fear and solemnity.

As an unparalleled expert, he was extremely sensitive to auras.

This is hardly a change of the times.

This was clearly a peerless swordsman who unleashed his killing intent and sword spirit without reservation, causing a change in the celestial phenomena!

Moreover, he was all too familiar with this sword intent!

It was so familiar to him that it gave him the creeps!

"That murderous aura...it's that female demon?! Why did she emerge from seclusion early, and with such overwhelming fury?!"