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Volume 1 Origin of the Supreme Purity Chapter 1 A Pot of Good Wine

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    This is a gloomy, quiet, solemn and desolate mountain range, with a biting cold wind and a chilly air all day long.  This is March, the season when all things revive, but the vibrant spring has not brought the slightest sense of spring to the mountains. Its mountain streams are still dry, and its vegetation is still yellow.  There are no birds chirping and insects chirping in the forest, no tigers and wolves running around, and no one will travel here together.  The entire mountain range is lifeless, like the remains of a mountain god.  It stretches for thousands of miles and stands on thousands of walls, dividing the earth into two completely different worlds inside the mountain and outside the mountain.  People outside the mountain like to call it the Devil Mountain Range, while people inside the mountain are accustomed to calling it the True Hidden Mountain.  Outside the mountains, no one ever thinks about the mountains.  ??In the mountains, no one thinks about outside the mountains.  ¡°However, there are always surprises in everything, so there are always exceptions.  On this day, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old sneaked out from a certain tribe in the mountains *************** The Devil Mountain Range lies across the southern part of the mainland of China.  An east-west mountain range, starting from the Snowy Plateau in the west and extending to the Mohai Plain in the east.  On the foothills near the Mohai Plain, there is an abandoned pavilion.  The pavilion is dilapidated and dilapidated, but the words "Exile Pavilion" can be vaguely seen on the hanging wooden plaque that is tilted to fall.  The place is desolate and desolate, with dead leaves and branches everywhere.  However, the Exile Pavilion today was extremely lively because the pavilion welcomed a group of uninvited guests.  There were about a hundred people, all in black clothes and armor, holding shields in their left hands and swords in their right hands, forming a circular formation and surrounding the Exile Pavilion.  The leader of them, who is about thirty-five years old, rides a white horse, wears purple clothes, carries a long sword on his back, and stares directly into the exile pavilion.  Everyone carefully controlled their auras, their nerves were tense, and they were all ready, as if they were facing a vicious and bloodthirsty devil with teeth and claws.  There are certainly no devils in the pavilion.  It's just that there is an extra golden gourd on the usually empty stone table.  This gourd is as huge as an adult man. At first glance, it looks like a fat Buddha sitting cross-legged here, meditating.  Although the people outside the pavilion were strong and strong, and surrounded the gourd, they did not dare to act rashly, apparently because they were extremely afraid of the gourd.  The man in purple clothes at the head pointed at the gourd in the pavilion and cursed: "Madman Zhuo, my Shangqing sect has always treated you well. Why did you steal the 'Fa Ci' privately and do such a heinous and unethical thing?" The gourd shook slightly.  After a few moments, he actually retorted: "I'm just a cook in the Shangqing sect, and I haven't formally entered as a disciple. How can I be so treasonous? Li Hanguang, Li Hanguang, I advise you to take the 'Black Armor Guard' with you as soon as possible."  Go back to patrol the mountain. If a powerful enemy takes the opportunity to break into the mountain and invade the territory, you will be guilty." The gourd's voice seemed to come from his belly, but it sounded strong and clear, and could echo in the mountain for a long time.  Li Hanguang snorted coldly: "If I lose the magic thorn, my sin will be even greater. I advise you to just surrender, otherwise the sword has no eyes and may not be able to leave you with a whole body." Gourd clicked his tongue and said: "At least we all know each other.  Why do you have to be so angry about this? Why don't you give me some face and come up and have a drink with me, and I'll give you the face and give you the thorn, how about that?" When he finished speaking, Hu Zui said  The cork popped open with a pop, and the aroma of wine immediately overflowed.  Just as Li Hanguang was about to agree, someone next to him reminded him: "Senior Brother, please don't be fooled. We usually abstain from alcohol and have few desires. If we drink a drop of wine, we will get drunk. Maybe he wants to get you drunk and then wait for an opportunity to escape." Li Hanguang frowned slightly.  , but heard the gourd laugh and say: "Li Hanguang, if you don't have the courage yourself, just call someone to drink with me, and I will pay you back as promised." The words were full of ridicule and ridicule. Li Hanguang knew this  It was Madman Zhuo's provoking method. He endured his temper and did not accept the challenge. At the same time, he winked at a few of his junior fellow apprentices who had the best drinking habits, and motioned them to go and find out.  A total of five people came out and walked cautiously towards the pavilion.  Unexpectedly, they stopped suddenly as they walked halfway, as if they had hit a wall blindly. No matter how hard they tried, they could no longer take a step forward.  One of them shouted: "Brother, this is the secret skill of our Shangqing sect, 'Invisible Qi Shield'. How could Crazy Zhuo know it?" Li Hanguang drew out his sword angrily and said, "Crazy Zhuo, I want to see you play it.  What a trick!" As he spoke, the long sword came out and hit the invisible air shield. The white light was bright and dazzling.  The two air currents compete with each other.  Li Hanguang used all his strength, and finally made the long sword advance inch by inch, and passed through the small pavilion like a meteor, as if it had drilled a hole in the invisible air shield.  The five junior brothers from before successfully entered the pavilion.  Unexpectedly, as soon as they approached the gourd, before they could sit down, they were all lying on the stone table, unconscious.Everyone outside the pavilion saw that the senior brother's strength was superior to others, and they were about to cheer loudly, but they didn't know that the situation suddenly changed, and they couldn't help but look at each other in shock.  Li Hanguang's face also changed greatly, and he said: "Crazy Zhuo, what kind of magic did you use?"  That¡¯s all. To be honest, I collected twelve kinds of exotic fruits in the Shangqing Mountain and brewed it over a period of three years and six months. It is so strong that no one can enjoy it. " Li  Hanguang was about to speak when he suddenly felt dizzy and secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong: he had just been focused on competing with Madman Zhuo, but he had forgotten to pay attention to the smell of alcohol, which made him drunk.  Looking at the surrounding black-armored guards, they all had flushed faces, were frivolous in their steps, and were unsteady on their feet. Some of them couldn't even hold their weapons and fell to the ground with a thud.  Li Hanguang quickly reminded everyone that luck could withstand the aroma of wine, but it was only for the best of intentions. As a result, he lost his fighting power in a short period of time.  "You are so despicable!" Li Hanguang cursed loudly, but he blamed himself in his heart. He had already taken every precaution, but he might have fallen into Crazy Zhuo's trick. He even asked his juniors to take the "Detox Pill" early in the morning, but Crazy Zhuo didn't expect it.  What happened next was not poison but wine.  Although he had profound cultivation and extensive knowledge, he had never heard of strong liquor that would make him drunk upon hearing it, and he could not think of a way to deal with it for a while.  "If I hadn't been treated so well by the Shangqing sect, would you still want to go back alive today?" At this time, the golden gourd twisted a few times proudly, and then somersaulted down from the stone table. It sounded arrogant at first  , but then he became lonely and said, "The sun and moon are close to each other in the pot, and the haze outside the island makes my dreams clear. I am lonely, lonely, who will drink with me? There is no one here who is qualified to drink with me. Everyone,  See you later, let's go!" Jin Gourd jumped on the spot, and the cork stopper that had been opened was put back tightly, and he was obviously ready to pat his butt and leave.  Everyone was frustrated by it.  Li Hanguang also had a look of shame on his face. If he hadn't entrusted him with it and fell into Crazy Zhuo's ways, how would he have gotten his turn to scream?  "Hey, don't go, there's me, me, I haven't drunk yet!" At this moment, a hearty and bright voice suddenly sounded in the mountains. At first glance, it sounded like it was coming from the distant sky.  .  When Li Hanguang and others followed the sound, they saw a whirlwind carrying dead leaves all over the sky, and meteors sweeping from the mountain like the moon.  When he got closer, he saw clearly a young man covered in sweat, panting and running towards the pavilion.  The boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a thin body and a skinny face. He looked extremely weak, but he ran very fast.  Perhaps it was because he had been running all the way. At this moment, he was unkempt, barefooted, and had no decent clothes. He only had a few tattered strips of cloth hanging on him, which could not cover up his skinny bronze body.  The young man jumped into the pavilion as if there was no one else around, pulled out the wooden stopper of the golden gourd, and without saying a word, he lifted the entire huge gourd upside down, then put his mouth to the spout and started drinking.  This heavy drinking was like a dark sky. The young man kept his posture unchanged for half an hour. After drinking the wine in the gourd, he shook the gourd up and down for a while, stuck out his tongue and drank the last few drops.  He reluctantly put the gourd back on the stone table, looked at Li Hanguang and others eagerly, and said expectantly: "This fruit milk is really delicious. Excuse me, is there any more?" He watched the young man drink up the strong liquor quickly.  , without blushing or breathing, Li Hanguang and the others were stunned and didn't know how to respond for a while.  You must know that the golden gourd itself weighs more than one hundred kilograms. Plus it is filled with wine and some unknown things, it weighs almost three to four hundred kilograms. But the young man can carry it with just the strength of his body.  He picked up the gourd with ease and held it there for half an hour. Apart from "natural power", how could there be another explanation?  What is even more surprising is that the fruit wine produced by Madman Zhuo is extremely strong and the aroma of the wine is intoxicating, let alone the spirit itself?  But in the boy's mouth, it turned out to be a delicious "fruit milk", which seemed to have no alcoholic properties at all. Such a contrast was truly unbelievable.  "It seems that there is no second pot." Seeing that Li Hanguang and others did not respond, the young man sighed in distress, then he raised the gourd, pointed his eyes at the spout, and started shaking unwillingly again.  "Dou, Dou, Dou, I drank every drop of it for you, and you're still shaking your ass!" Jin Hulu suddenly made a voice and shouted angrily, "What kind of naughty kid did you come from? You're shaking so hard that I'm dizzy. You're looking for death!"  The young man suddenly spoke when the gourd spoke, and he was startled. As soon as his arms relaxed, the gourd fell to the ground with a "peng" sound.  Fortunately, he recognized the voice, calmed down, and said: "So the person who just spoke was you? But you are a gourd without a mouth, how can you talk?"  Yelled, and when he was about to speak out, Li Hanguang outside the pavilion had alreadyHe took the first step and said: "Crazy Zhuo, I have asked someone to drink with you. You should keep your word and return the magic thorn to me, right?" This was also a plan that he came up with after an idea: suddenly in the middle of the way  After killing such a person, even the Shangqing Sect couldn't figure out the boy's origin, and it was even more impossible for Crazy Zhuo to figure it out.  He simply took advantage of the situation to force Madman Zhuo to submit.  The golden gourd squeaked a few times, then finally bowed his head and admitted defeat, saying: "Come on, I always keep my word, I will give you this piece of shit back!" The young man next to him was wondering what happened to this gourd.  The speaker had just brought his eyes closer to the spout when he suddenly saw a seven-foot-tall figure floating slowly out of the gourd mouth like smoke.
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