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The beacon here is already at the highest place in Beiyan Pass, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Even if the spirits who have the ability to fly can arrive, they dare not act rashly. After all, this is the military site of Beiyanguan.

If you want to visit here without being discovered by the city defense, you also need something.

And wanting to be close to Feng Xingying without being discovered requires greater skill.

The old man who seemed to scratch his eyebrows and beards, and had a bit of a puppet, obviously had the ability.

But Feng Xingying didn't have the habit of sticking to seniors who could do it.

After all, 80% of those who posted seniors wanted to worship seniors as teachers. Feng Xingying was also afraid that someone would want to accept her as a disciple and increase trouble.

The weird situation now is that after the old man waited for Baba to sip something, he drank some wine and saw that this little girl was smart and clever. She should also know what to do next?

Who knew Feng Xingying wouldn't go into the routine, just poured two glasses of wine. In the eyes of the old man Baba, one glass was handed to Qin Molin, and one glass was pinched in his own hands.

While tasting wine, Feng Xingying also nodded: "You are always right, I really awakened too late. These things have not been understood. I will try this method when I look back."

"Okay, when you have tried it, you can ask the old tasting to taste it and be a referee for you." The old man could not wait any longer. Since Feng Xingying didn't pour him wine, he was too lazy to control any common etiquette and reached out his hand. Grabbed at the small wine jar.

So a small wine, this little girl has poured out three glasses, it is estimated that only half is left, but you can't waste it!

Who knew that when his hand was about to hit the jar, a slim hand said as fast as a lightning and grabbed it, and the little jar ran round and round on those little white hands.

The old man looked up, facing Feng Xingying's serious face.

He thought that Qin Molin would take a shot, but he didn't expect it to be this little girl?

"Interesting! Someone's hand can be faster than the old man." The old man's interest in Feng Xingying is now greater than the wine that still made him feel his heart and lungs.

Feng Xingying's actions are not fancy, but they are very clean, grabbing, turning, turning, throwing with his right hand, then catching with his left hand, taking a step back, looking at the old man with a smile:

"Did the first Sword Sect instructor of the Dharma Institute also want to grab a drink from one of my juniors?"

"It's boring!" The old man sat angrily across from them, and looked at Qin Molin with a stern look: "You kid, as it turns out, for the woman has gone crazy, she even told her my origin."

"I haven't had time to speak." Qin Molin shrugged helplessly.

Feng Xingying also sat down and handed a half-height wine jar to the old man, and then began to analyze with a smile:

"Do n’t you know that there have been the first gods of the Xiu Ling Academy outside, if you want to enter the Xiu Ling Academy, you must bring at least one fine wine with you.

Because Jin Wujian, the first sword school of Xiuling College, loves wine more than love sword, it has almost zero resistance to fine wine, also known as Jiujian.

If you meet an old man who is casually dressed and easy-going but has a kind of sensible sword while drinking, you must invite him to drink a glass of wine.

Because this person must be Jiujian Zong, and his elders have always had the best wines. As long as he drinks your wine, he will fulfill your wish that is not excessive, such as entering a spiritual college, or letting him give pointers once.

Unfortunately, Jiu Jianzong's nose is particularly picky, and ordinary wine can't get into his mouth. "