Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 941

Chapter 941: Chapter 26: Zhuang Shan’s Shock (Second Update)

Time flies like a white steed crossing a gap.

Mu Qingge has been in the Huan Yue Domain for half a year.

During this half year, she rarely went out. With nothing else to handle, she dedicated herself to cultivation. Sometimes, she sat on the platform outside her cave dwelling, gazing at the scenery of the Huan Yue Domain, and felt this was the most leisurely and simple time since her rebirth.

No more conspiracies, no more deceit, no more endless tasks.

On the platform outside their cave dwelling, a silk cloth was laid out. Mu Qingge sat on the ground, with a wine pot placed beside her. She wasn’t practicing her cultivation or visiting the Cultivation Technique Building.

Recently, she felt the Divine Power in her body had been compressed to a critical point.

The mysterious old man told her that for these days, she didn’t need to cultivate anymore, just relax and contemplate the great path of the world, calmly awaiting the moment of breakthrough.

So, she chose to sit here, watching the moon rise and set, the tides ebb and flow.

The sea of clouds isn’t an ocean, yet is even more unpredictable.

Each distant mountain and nearby forest is filled with the essence of Tao.

Mu Qingge lay lazily on the silk cloth, propped her head with her hand, hooked the ear of the wine pot with her fingers, and poured wine in mid-air. The wine formed a sparkling silver thread that fell into Mu Qingge’s mouth.

A bit of wine splashed, landing on her collar and her slender neck, adding to her laziness.

At this moment, she seemed to return to the Peach Blossom Forest in Luodu of the Linchuan Qin Country, becoming the young lord with fresh clothes and a fierce horse, drunkenly resting on the beautiful knee of a lady!

The only difference was, now she wore the white garment of a disciple from the Huan Yue Domain, with no falling peach blossoms, and no beauty in her arms.

Yet, her demeanor remained as free and elegant, wild and unruly.

Tong Teng finished his cultivation and, upon seeing this scene, couldn’t help but be stupefied. He had never seen Mu Qingge’s carefree and wild side; to him, she was always calm and unperturbed.

For the first time, he thought Mu Qingge was somewhat sinister. It wasn’t derogatory, but a kind of praise. It seemed as if she possessed something exciting yet unattainable.

Tong Teng stood in place for a long time, unable to figure it out.

But he was assured, Mu Qingge was different from the others!

"What are you dazing here for? Come over and drink with me!" Mu Qingge spoke.

Tong Teng snapped back to reality, smiled, and strode over to Mu Qingge. "The boss wants to drink; of course, the younger brother shall accompany. Not only accompany but ensure it’s enjoyable and comfortable!"

He walked onto the silk cloth and sat cross-legged, intentionally not obstructing Mu Qingge’s view of the beautiful scenery. He took out some fine wine from his Qiankun Bag and placed them on the silk cloth one by one.

Mu Qingge flicked her sleeves and sat up from the silk cloth, moving to sit cross-legged, facing Tong Teng.

She picked up a wine jar, weighed it in her hand, and smiled at Tong Teng, "Just how much wine did you steal from Su Ming’s cellar? A year has passed, yet you still have some."

Tong Teng laughed, "Boss, you don’t know. Su Ming, that stingy woman, secretly has a big wine cellar. Many wines in there have aged, brewed by her ancestors. She’s normally reluctant to bring them out. Once, I stumbled upon it. So, before leaving, not only did I nab some from her small cellar, but also grabbed a few bottles from that heirloom cellar to savor."

As he spoke, he introduced to Mu Qingge, "Hey, the jar you’re holding now is from that heirloom cellar."

Mu Qingge, intrigued, examined it.

Tong Teng, teasingly, took the wine jar from her hand, carefully removed the sealed cloth, leaving a small opening. The rich aroma instantly permeated all around.

"How aromatic!" A voice came from behind the two of them.

Mu Qingge and Tong Teng turned their eyes to the visitor and smiled, "Brother Zhuang Shan has arrived."

Zhuang Shan walked over with hands behind him, observing the relaxed appearances of the two, and the wine jar in Tong Teng’s hand, he chuckled, "Arriving early isn’t as good as arriving at the right moment; it seems I made no mistake coming today."

He was quite amiable, seeing Mu Qingge and Tong Teng not cultivating, he didn’t comment further.

"Brother Zhuang Shan, please have a seat, we haven’t started yet." Tong Teng quickly invited.

Zhuang Shan didn’t hesitate and sat boldly in the gap between the two. The three of them, like three legs of a tripod, gathered on the silk cloth. In front of them lay the wondrous Huan Yue Domain landscape, vast and surging, the clouds rolling.

Tong Teng elatedly took out an empty vessel, tilted the wine jar in his hand, and the thick amber liquid slowly dripped from the opening.

This was no longer wine liquid, but wine syrup!

Sticky, and only with difficulty did a drop fall into the vessel.

Mu Qingge and Zhuang Shan both watched in surprise. After the drop of wine syrup appeared, the surrounding aroma grew stronger.

Zhuang Shan couldn’t help but take a deep breath, exclaiming, "I’ve lived for thousands of years, yet never smelled such fragrant wine!"

Thousands of years!

Mu Qingge and Tong Teng clicked their tongues.

Inwardly they mused, ’Cultivators indeed are ageless! Zhuang Shan looks at most thirty, but he’s actually lived for thousands of years.’

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