Qingyang thought his master would dislike it. Who knows, old Taoist Songhe grabbed the porcelain bottle in Qingyang's hand and held it in his arms. He said, "I don't know the smell of wine for more than ten days. You don't know what I've been holding up for these days. Don't say it's the water for brushing the wine pool, even the water for brushing the toilet. As long as there is the smell of wine, your master I dare to taste it."

Although old Taoist Songhe said it outrageously, it also explained the extent to which Songhe was greedy for wine. Qingyang knew master's good wine, so he loaded rain wine and wanted master to make do with it, because there was only this way in barren mountains and wild mountains, but he didn't expect master's good wine to be so good that he dared to taste any toilet water.

With the porcelain vase in his hand, the Songhe Taoist priest seems to have forgotten all his troubles. His appetite also comes. He eats a piece of meat, and then carefully sips the rain wine to aftertaste the good wine. Then he smashes it, smashes his mouth, and yells: "good wine, really fun!"

Later, the old Taoist Songhe was not polite to Qingyang. He ate meat and wine one mouthful at a time. While drinking, he shouted for fun. He had no image of an expert.

Qingyang has only seen this situation once in ten years. That time was because old Taoist Songhe drank a pot of aged wine that others have treasured for decades. Unexpectedly, he saw it again today.

Before long, after drinking a bottle of rain wine, old Taoist Songhe ate most of the roast hare, which was the opposite of the previous loss of appetite.

"When there is wine and meat, you don't change it for an immortal. It's worthy of what you call immortal wine. Even the water in the pool is so good to drink. It's really happy today!" after that, the old Songhe road fell to the ground and snored like thunder.

Qingyang was going to drink with his master. Unexpectedly, old Taoist Songhe got drunk so soon. He shook his head reluctantly and had to drink with himself.

After drinking a bottle of wine, he knew why Songhe Laodao was such a reflection, because the aftereffect of rain wine was so great that even he couldn't control it. Qingyang resisted the drunkenness, blocked the stone at the entrance of the mountain, and then fell to the ground.