I became a peerless master

Chapter 336 Don't be bought by sugar-coated bullets
Chapter 336: Never be bribed by sugar-coated bullets
In front of the grocery store, Song Ye stared blindly at the crazy old beggar under the steps, and was stunned for a full two seconds before the black lines all over his face slowly stopped.

Because he clearly saw the drunkenness of a drunk person on the old man's face.

There was also the smell of alcohol that had just filled the air with his large movements of jumping up and down from a long distance away.

He was drunk?

Since this is the case, any kind of crazy behavior is normal.

Sure enough, cultivating immortals is the mainstream in this world.

Even for the humblest mortal, there is still a dream of being a fairy in the depths of his heart.

This can be seen from the drunken old man talking about "my seat" and "the underworld".

Even Song Ye learned more information from the longing eyes that the old man quietly glanced at the wine jar in his hand.

The old man had a poor life experience and became a homeless wanderer.

With all kinds of sorrow and helplessness, it is natural to use wine to drown your sorrows when you seize the opportunity.

But even though he was drunk, he still didn't give up hope in life, or let go of his arrogance as a human being.

So seeing the young master come out with wine, I immediately mistakenly thought that I wanted to give him alms.

People, only when you are drunk and delirious can some of your true self be expressed.

As a homeless man, he actually resisted the idea of ​​begging for money.

If it is not forced to be helpless, who is willing to suffer the food that comes from it.

Even though this is what he does for a living, he shows his true inner self when he is drunk.

That's when he lost his temper, cursing and wanting to fight with the young master.

Thinking about it this way, when the old man begs for work in front of others, he must often put words like "immortals and great virtues" on his lips.

Who told the people of this world to like being associated with gods?

But when he was awake, the object of his begging was a living Bodhisattva.

In the moment of drunkenness, the old man himself is a fairy.

Comprehension flashed in his heart, and Song Ye's sympathy grew stronger.

When people live in the world, who is not resentful of the current situation but accepts it with tears.

"Ahem, fellow Taoist, don't panic."

"This wine is not for you."

After a while, Song Ye immediately made a plan to get 'drunk' with the old man, and put himself in the same "fairy" role as in his consciousness.

The young master is also forced to decorate the fairy.

He was already drunk and thought he was a fairy.

If I keep emphasizing that I am a mortal, this guy will just say "there is a difference between immortals" and leave.

Even if you want to help him, you won't be able to help him then.

Sure enough, just when Song Ye "entered the role", frankly admitted his identity, and uttered two sentences, the excited old man at the foot of the steps calmed down significantly.

In fact, Saint King Styx's mood has always been relatively stable.

Long before coming here, he had already made all the psychological preparations, even if he fell, it didn't matter.

The reason why he was so excited just now was because he didn't expect the other party's reaction.

In the plan made by the old drunkard, meeting the fake Jiuyouming Emperor alone in the mortal world is considered to have smashed his conspiracy.

For such an existence, in order for the plan about the underworld to be implemented smoothly, it will definitely choose to kill it directly.

Let the secret disappear with those who know it.

It never occurred to him that he would do this.

After waiting for a long time for the rolling door to open, Styx King Styx felt the power of wine in his body suddenly run wild, and was instantly attracted by the wine that was opened from the jar in the young man's hand.

That is the power of a saint produced in the body after this seat's enlightenment.

It contains the power of the way of wine.

How could it be possible to be completely attracted by the other party with a jar of wine without any thought of resistance.

As for the wine, I respect Styx.

I have already proved the truth through this thing, what other wine is there that I haven't seen?

I was terrified, and before the Holy King of Styx calmed down, the alcohol contained in the clay pot had already evaporated.

The smell of alcohol is inaudible to ordinary people, and it is clearly spread through the rules of heaven and earth and the avenue.

His scalp went numb immediately, and the Holy King of Styx felt the breath of the real Dao from the smell of alcohol hidden in the rules.

It's like that is the real truth of drinking.

Compared with it, it seems that the alcoholism that I have proved is just as fake.

The temptation was instantly full, and Styx even had the idea of ​​​​obtaining this wine to prove the true way of wine.

This thought was like sparks falling on the dry grassland, occupying his entire body and mind in an instant.

That is the way that has been proven, and it is constantly helping him to make a decision.

If he hesitated for a moment, Ming He felt that his mind and Dao heart would be completely lost, and he might just kneel down and beg.

Obtaining the wine of this great way, the way that this seat has proved is sublimated.

I will no longer be the most rubbish existence among the saints.

From ancient times to the present, the situation of being disliked by the strong and spurned by all beings of the Ming clan will be completely reversed.

If you get the wine of this avenue.

Who can look at me with disgust.

As for the top ten kings of Yama in the ancient hell, why do I have no temple in Styx, only a hut?
For mighty power, for the truth of the proven path.

What is dignity.

Not to mention begging on your knees, even if it is a slave, or even asking me, Styx, to sacrifice my life for it, it is not a problem.

If you can comprehend the essence of the real wine way before you die, this life is worthwhile~
But, I can't kneel!
At the moment when all his mind was about to be lost, the last trace of reason in Saint King Styx's mind jumped out and hit the Taoist heart hard.

What this kneeling meant, the old drunkard knew everything in an instant.

Maybe if he could enter a higher level of drinking, the shame he had accumulated for half his life would be wiped away.

But can't do that.

Because the future of the underworld, the outcome of the Nine Nether Emperors, and the chances of the underworld are all in my hands.

This saint has such dangerous intentions.

He knew I was waiting outside the door.

He knows the purpose of my trip.

He even guessed that even if the old man was destroyed, his false identity would be difficult to maintain.

So instead of doing it directly, he gave me such a monstrous opportunity instead.

He knows the fatal temptation of this jar of wine to me.

This is so much thinner than directly destroying this seat.

Although the other party didn't do anything, Styx King Styx didn't even find anything different from ordinary people from his gentle and elegant temperament.

But the more this happened, the more it proved its horror.

The young man holding the wine in front of the shop is the fake Nine Nether Emperor that I am thinking of.

He burst into a sudden violent burst of shouting and cursing as if insanity, not only aimed at this mysterious and terrifying fake Jiuyouming Emperor, but also violently beating his own Dao Heart.

The thief kills me, the heart of the Mingzu is immortal, and must not be bought by his sugar-coated shells...

(End of this chapter)