Chapter 1520

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Thousand Year Wine

"Zhuowen, I see that you have been on my Eighteenth Mountain for ninety years. Don't you feel bored just sitting there every day?

Why don't you have a drink with me? "

After Zhuowen put away the Four Kill Sacred Sword Array, a loud voice came from behind him.

Zhuowen turned around and saw Lhos, the Eighteenth Mountain God, slowly walking over. Behind him were two strong figures.

Zhuowen was no stranger to these two people. They were the other two Saint Physiques of the Eighteenth Mountain, Hao Zhi and Leng Xing.

Zhuowen smiled and said, "Since Senior Lhos is so enthusiastic, I will definitely not refuse."

"That's great. Let's go to that pavilion and have a seat. In a while, Mies and Rius will also come."

As Liao Si spoke, he pointed to a rock pavilion standing not far away and said with a smile.

"Senior Mies and Liu Si are also here?"

Zhuowen was surprised. Mies and Liu Si were the Mountain Gods of the Seventeenth and Sixteenth Mountains, which were adjacent to the Eighteenth Mountain.

In the ninety years he had been on the Eighteenth Mountain, although Zhuowen spent most of his time cultivating and consolidating his realm, Lhos would occasionally take him out to play.

Also, whether it was intentional or not, Lhos would sometimes take Zhuowen to other mountains to find other Mountain Gods.

It was because of this that Zhuowen was quite familiar with the other Mountain Gods.

Of the Eighteen Mountains in the Upper Realm, other than the First Mountain God, Zhuowen had more or less seen the other seventeen Mountain Gods.

However, the ones he was most familiar with should be the Mountain Gods of the Seventeenth and Sixteenth Mountains, Mies and Liu Si.

The reason why he was most familiar with these two Mountain Gods was mainly because Lhos and these two Mountain Gods were the closest.

Lhos often talked about Zhuowen in front of the two Mountain Gods. In addition, Lhos often took Zhuowen to visit these two mountains. Over time, they naturally became familiar with each other.

Sitting at the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, Zhuowen discovered that there were already jars of wine that were half the height of a person placed under the stone table. There were also four large bowls that were the size of two palms placed on the stone table.

The Eighteen Mountains were all powerful Saint Physiques. Their physiques were far superior to ordinary Saint Martial Artists. What they liked to do the most was to eat meat and drink wine.

When Zhuowen first drank with Lhos, he wasn't used to it, but he got used to it over time.

After all, Zhuowen also had a second-rate Holy Body, and he also had several kinds of Power of Law. When it came to drinking, he didn't lose to Lhos at all.

The two of them sat opposite each other. Not long after, two figures flew across the distant horizon and landed on the pavilion.

"Haha, Lhos, Zhuowen, long time no see!"

One of them was a middle-aged man with long hair draped over his shoulders. He had three red stripes painted on his forehead. He slowly walked over to the seat between Zhuo Wen and Liao Si with great enthusiasm. Then, he sat down on the seat.

"Senior Mies!"

Zhuowen stood up and slightly cupped his hands with a smile.

The middle-aged man in front of Zhuo Wen was the Sixteenth Mountain's Mountain God, Mies. He was eccentric and unbridled, and whenever he saw Mies, Zhuo Wen would think of Lu Hantian, so Zhuo Wen had a good impression of him.

"Zhuowen, boy, don't be so polite. What's the relationship between the two of us? Hehe!"

Mies waved his hand and immediately pointed at Liu Si, who had come with him, and said, "I say, Liu Si, you have a cold face every day, and you put on a zombie face. Do you really think that's cool?

Do you know that you're very stupid? "

The man Mies was pointing at was about thirty years old. He was dressed in black, had a slender figure, and carried a broad-bladed stone sword on his back. He had a cold face and never smiled.

This man was the Seventeenth Mountain God, Liu Si. He was a guy who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He had a very close relationship with Mies and Lhos.

"Duel!"

Liu Si still had a cold face. He pulled out the stone sword on his back with his right hand and stared at Mies coldly.

"Oh, my little ancestor, duel my ass. Today we're here to drink, not to duel. Calm down."

The moment Liu Si pulled out the stone sword, Mies immediately cowered. He hurriedly walked to Liu Si's side and very politely put the stone sword back on his back before pulling him to the seat next to him.

"Senior Liu Si!" Zhuowen smiled at Liu Si.

Liu Si nodded. His face was still cold. Zhuowen didn't mind Liu Si's cold attitude because Liu Si had the same expression towards everyone, including Lhos and Mies.

"Come, come, come. Let's drink first. These ten jars of wine were brewed by me a thousand years ago. They're very strong. Don't be shy. Let's drink together."

Lhos smiled. He took out a jar of wine from under the stone table and opened the cork. Immediately, a strong aroma of wine assailed their nostrils, refreshing their minds.

"Good wine!"

Zhuowen and Mies couldn't help but exclaim in unison.

Even the cold-faced Liu Si's gaze revealed a hint of surprise. His nose twitched as if he was savoring the aroma of the wine.

"Of course. This is something that I, Lhos, personally brewed. How could it not be fragrant?" Lhos chuckled.

Zhuowen, Mies, and Liu Si couldn't help but give Lhos a thumbs up. They weren't stingy with their praises.

Lhos was full of self-satisfaction. He then filled the four big bowls on the table with wine.

The wine was pink. Zhuowen picked up the big bowl and took a sip. His eyes narrowed slightly. He felt a sweetness spread from his mouth to his throat and finally into his five viscera and six bowls. It was as if the wine was washing away the filth in his body, causing his meridians to glow with new life.

"This wine actually has such a good effect on the physique?"

Zhuo Wen was pleasantly surprised. Not only did the wine taste sweet, its effects were even more powerful. It actually faintly had a powerful effect of tempering one's physique, causing Zhuo Wen to be pleasantly surprised.

Thinking of this, Zhuowen drank all the wine in the big bowl in one gulp. Immediately, his face was flushed and his mood relaxed.

"A thousand-year-old wine is really extraordinary. Lhos, you really put in a lot of effort this time. You're actually willing to take out such a good wine."

Mies drank it in one gulp and immediately laughed. His gaze fell on Lhos and he continued, "Lhos, you took out such a good wine to entertain us. You must have something to ask of us, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the pavilion became quiet. Liu Si put down the big bowl and also stared at Lhos.

As the saying goes, one never visits a temple without a reason. Lhos took out a thousand-year-old wine to entertain them. It was impossible that he had nothing better to do.

Lhos laughed and said, "Actually, it's like this. I heard that Zhuowen is about to go to a powerful sect to find a wife. Perhaps there will be an earth-shattering battle at that time. I'm looking for you because of this."

Zhuowen stared at Lhos in amazement. He instantly understood Lhos' intention. He was afraid that the latter intended to rope in Mies and Liu Si and then help him go to the southern Burning Heaven Sect to fight.

"Hmm?

You mean you want the two of us to be Zhuowen's hatchet men? "Mies frowned and said with some displeasure.

Although Liu Si didn't speak, from his slightly cold gaze, it could be seen that Liu Si's mood wasn't much better than Mies'.

Mountain God, as the god of a mountain, was the pinnacle existence in the upper realm. Every Mountain God had their own dignity and couldn't be someone's hatchet man.

Unless this person could really make them admire him or was so strong that they could only tame him, they might really be able to help this person.

But in their hearts, although Zhuowen's relationship with them wasn't wrong, he was still far from being qualified for them to be his hatchet man.

Lhos waved his hand and said, "I'm not asking you to be my hatchet man, but to help. In case Zhuowen is really in trouble, the two of you only need to help once. After all, he's now the master of the Azure Dragon Hall."

"If Zhuowen doesn't fall, it's actually only a matter of time before he completely controls the upper realm. Helping him is actually understandable for us."

Hearing this, Mies and Liu Si looked at each other and immediately lowered their heads to ponder for a while. Finally, Mies smiled and said, "Zhuowen is a good guy. If he's really in a crisis, just call us and we'll definitely lend him a hand."

"Thank you, seniors!"

Seeing that Mies and Liu Si had agreed, Zhuowen hurriedly bowed and cupped his hands, his voice full of gratitude.

Mies and Liu Si were ranked before Lhos, and their strength was a bit stronger than Lhos. With the addition of these two people, it would be easy to flatten the Burning Heaven Sect.

"Haha, why are you being so polite?

Since Lhos took out the thousand-year-old wine, let's drink to our heart's content. It's rare for Lhos to be so generous. "

Mies waved his hand and hurriedly grabbed another wine jar from under the table. He opened the cork and gulped it down in one gulp.

Liu Si also didn't hold back. He grabbed the wine jar next to him and imitated Mies, pouring it into his mouth.

"Senior Lhos, thank you so much for this time."

While Mies and Liu Si were drinking to their heart's content, Zhuowen looked at Lhos and transmitted his voice to him through secret sound transmission.

Before this, Zhuowen was really surprised that Lhos would plead with Mies and Liu Si for him.

"Haha, it's just a small matter. Speaking of which, you can be considered half of my Eighteenth Mountain God because you have Teacher Lawrence's Sacred Bone."

When Lawrence was mentioned, Lhos's gaze suddenly became a bit gloomy, as if he remembered something from the past.

That year, Lhos would never forget the tall and straight figure who earnestly taught him. If it weren't for Lawrence, how could he, Lhos, become the new Eighteenth Mountain God?

If it weren't for Lawrence, how could he, Lhos, break through the Great Success Holy Physique so quickly?

"Zhuowen, after drinking, I want to show you something. This thing was given to me by Teacher Lawrence."

With a sigh, Lhos suddenly transmitted his voice to Zhuowen.

Zhuowen was startled and immediately nodded gently. After Lhos mentioned Lawrence, Zhuowen was also a bit sad.

He would never forget the memories that Lawrence had told him face to face and the relieved expression that Lawrence had when he entered his body.

All of this made Zhuowen sigh in his heart.

"Let's drink first!"