Monkey brew, as the name suggests, is a kind of wine brewed by monkeys.

But in fact, monkeys don't have the concept of making wine or drinking, and monkey brewing is actually a product of chance.

Qinglong Mountain, where Qingshan City is located, has a favorable climate with many fruit trees and monkeys.

At the end of summer, the monkeys will try their best to pick wild fruits and store them in the box holes with good wood tightness, as winter food reserves.

If there is sufficient food in winter, the monkeys will discard these wild fruits.

After this, the wild fruit in the tree cave gradually fermented, and it became a peculiar, mouth-watering syrup.

This type of wild ferment is not easy to obtain, and it is extremely expensive in the major restaurants and wine shops in Qingshan City.

"I said, Master, is this thing so magical? We can brew it too."

Lu Pingan suppressed the anger in his heart and asked the old beggar as calmly as possible.

"Hehe, you kid don't understand."

The old beggar smiled and said, "A ruler is long and an inch is short. In terms of brewing fruit wine, people are inferior to monkeys."

"The real monkey stuffed, the proportion and maturity of each wild fruit are just right. The red-backed macaques have the most developed sense of smell, and the stuffed monkey stuffed by them is the best of the best."

"Oh I got it."

Lu Ping'an raised his voice, and yin and yang replied strangely, "So, the baby you mentioned, is this monkey made?"

"Hey, that's..."

The old beggar blurted out subconsciously, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly changed his words, "That's nonsense! I just stopped by to take a sip as a teacher. You wait, and I will pass you a brilliant sword later trick."

"Wait! It's been a month. What have you taught?"

The old beggar’s acting skills were really clumsy. Lu Ping’an was so angry that his long-standing grievances broke out in an instant, “You have such a high level of cultivation.

According to the guidelines, as an apprentice, you should respect your master, and you should also be modest when asking for advice.

And Lu Pingan is not the kind of young man who doesn't know the manners.

But there is no way, the old beggar's behavior is really irritating, if it hadn't had a shocking cultivation base, he would be no different from those drunks.

"Hmph, I thought you were always there to protect you, because the relationship is afraid that the wine will grow longer and it will not taste good..."

Lu Ping's lips kept talking, and the old beggar did not dare to look up for a while, as if he was an apprentice.

"Don't, don't say it, the master is wrong."

Although it is not a problem for the old beggar to beat 10,000 Lu Pingan, he can only admit his mistakes at this time.

"Um...peace, Master came today, although it is mainly for drinking, but I really intend to teach you skills, look at this."

The old beggar traveled north and south for many years. It is rare that when he was served comfortably recently, when he saw Lu Ping's stance of not doing anything, he quickly took out a piece of parchment from his sleeve and handed it to apologize.

Lu Ping'an took a look, and saw that the parchment was a sword stroke drawn with poor drawing skills.

Although the picture resembles a child's graffiti, every line on the paper gives people a harsh and compelling feeling.

In the strokes, the sword intent is born!

good stuff!

"Huh, it's almost the same."

Lu Ping'an was secretly happy, but on the surface he still did not show the old beggar's face.

In this way, after calming down the apprentice's emotions, the old beggar is swift and non-stop.

At the best time for fermentation, I filled all the monkey stuff stored in the cave into my Vientiane pot.

"Hey, don't worry, it's normal if you don't understand. Go back to Master and point you."

Seeing Lu Pingan who was waiting outside, he turned back into the cave again, and the old beggar who couldn't wait to taste the stuffed monkey waved his hand.

"No, Master."

Lu Ping'an shook his head, frowning slightly, "It looks like someone is coming."

While talking, I heard someone shouting near the entrance of the cave: "Little Liuer, come out, it's me!"

"Master, let's go, 80% of the people who came are the owners of these monkeys."

Lu Pingan lowered his voice.

As he thought at the beginning, it is impossible for these monkeys to comprehend the formation on their own, and there must be a formation master training them behind them.

The old beggar didn't panic at all, turned sideways, let Lu Ping'an hide behind the branches of the tree, and then he also found a shady spot to hide.

Almost at the same time, there was a rustle of dry vine leaves near the entrance of the cave.

An old man with long beard wearing a dark green brocade robe walked in with a cow.

Haw!

On the other side, seeing the old man coming, the monkey king reacted fiercely, and quickly rushed to the front, making gestures with his hands and feet while hissing.

"What! Someone broke in?"

The old man in the green robe understood roughly what the Monkey King wanted to express, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

While exclaiming, he immediately displayed his body skills and jumped to a tree hole filled with monkey stuff.

"Ahhhhhh! I am so angry!"

Seeing the monkey stuffed in the tree cave was looted by thieves, the old man in the green robe roared to the sky with anger.

"Waste, pure waste! What do I want you to do!"

While scolding, he saw the old man grabbing his hand in the air, and the monkey king rose from the ground immediately, and the next moment he clamped his neck and held it in the air.

Click!

Before the Monkey King could react, its neck was twisted, its limbs stiffened, and it was killed on the spot.

"Damn it, it's gone... it's all gone! My wine!"

Looking around at the messy scene in the cave, the old man in the green robe was anxious and frantic, "Deadly!"

In an instant, a dozen red-backed macaques were killed by him.

"Tsk tsk, this person is cruel enough."

Seeing this, the old beggar hiding behind the tree couldn't help but sigh.

Lu Ping'an on the side was full of black lines, and said to his heart that you hadn't swallowed the monkey stuff here.

"Say! Where did the thief go?"

The old man in the green robe jumped back to the ground, grabbed an old red-backed macaque, and asked.

A dozen of his companions had just died tragically. The old monkey trembled and stretched out his arms, pointing towards the big tree where Lu Pingan and his apprentice were hiding.

"Yeah, how are you, man."

His appearance was exposed, and the old beggar simply stopped hiding, appeared from behind the tree, and greeted the green-robed old man.

"You stole my wine?!"

The old man in the green robe opened his eyes wide, and his long beard continued to rise and fall with the spiritual energy.

"Don't be kind, I don't want to fight you."

The old beggar grinned and looked completely ignorant of the other person. "Besides, you are training monkeys on this Qinglong Mountain, monopolizing the supply of monkey brewing, and driving up the price of wine. I should take care of it. "

In recent years, the local "wine pickers" in Qingshan City who rely on harvesting monkey brews have all lost their jobs.

The reason is that all the monkeys on the mountain have somehow learned to use the formation method.

Once trespassing, the hands and feet will be interrupted, or even life will be lost.

After hearing this incident, the old beggar was deeply curious. After a recent investigation, he found that the perpetrator was the old man in green robe.

For this kind of behavior, the old beggar can be said to hate it, after all, they are the alcoholics who come to taste the wine.

So his purpose of going up the mountain today is to punish profiteers in addition to stealing wine and training Lu Ping An.

It's just that they didn't expect such a coincidence that they would collide with this old profiteer.

Sure enough, Yuanjia has a narrow road.

"Oh? You know so much."

On the other side, after hearing the old beggar's words, the old man in the green robe couldn't help but his face condensed.

He grinned cruelly: "Hehe, his skill is good, it can break my eight-door golden lock formation, but unfortunately, you must die today!"

For some reason, the large amount of gold and silver earned by monopolizing the supply of monkey brew is essential to him.

He will never allow anyone to threaten his own wealth!

As he stopped drinking, the old man in the green robe waved his sleeves, and then the surviving monkey groups quickly assembled and relisted the eight golden lock formations.

Unlike the big formation commanded by the Monkey King, the formation commanded by him himself will be more than several times more powerful.

"Master, be careful, this trick is very evil."

Seeing the red-backed macaques in the big formation, circling in a clockwise and counterclockwise direction again, Lu Pingan, who had suffered a lot, reminded in a low voice.

Of course, in his opinion, the old beggar should still be fine.

After all, the spiritual whirlwind that the monkey group had just displayed was far behind the latter's method of opening the river by five hundred meters.

"Tsk tusk, 80% of them are self-taught wild roads, and the heat is a little bit worse."

The old beggar stepped on the branches of the tree with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for the formation.

After a few breaths, the aura in the cave is vertical and horizontal, flying sand and rocks, soil falling and rocks flying.

"Apprentice, you can look forward to it. What I will use for the teacher later is the sword trick on the parchment paper just now."

It was not until the whirlwind finally took shape that the old beggar slowly raised his left arm and compared his hand to the sword tactics, "For the teacher, he summed up his life learning and understanding as the '18 swords'. This is the first type of'sword one'! "

When the voice fell, the old beggar's figure disappeared instantly.

Lu Ping'an suddenly looked up and saw that he did not know when he appeared at the top of the cyclone's wind pillar.

"Haha, looking for death!"

The green-robed old man was about to adjust the direction of the whirlwind. Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to send it to the door, and immediately commanded the monkeys to throw an iron rod, guiding the wind pillar to hit the old beggar.

Plop, plop...

In order to ensure the killing of the enemy, the green-robed old man urged the large formation to overload the operation, and the aura in the core of the red-backed macaques was exhausted by the center of the large array, and they fell to the ground with all their strength.

Roar!

The diameter of the wind pillar was several feet thick, and the inside contained a majestic power. When it attacked the old beggar, it made a loud noise similar to the roar of a beast.

"Sword One..."

The old beggar squinted his eyes and slammed into the wind pillar head on. While whispering in his mouth, his left sword pointed forward.

According to his perception, this half-slapped array mage should soon have the cultivation base of reincarnation.

With this move used by the Eight Gate Golden Lock Array, it can barely reach the level of triple rebirth.

Within the three-point boundary of Qingshan City, it was basically invincible.

Unfortunately, I met him today.

"Wind blows!"

The old beggar pierced his sword, and in an instant, a whirlwind that was several times stronger than the opposite, formed from his fingertips.

In the next instant, the two wind pillars collided.

Under the deliberate control of the old beggar, the billowing spirit within the two wind pillars did not explode, but the powers canceled each other out and annihilated.

In the end, the aura whirlwind that the old man in the green robe cast with the help of the formation was completely swallowed.

Before he recovered from the shock, he was blasted into the ground by the remnant of the old beggar's sword.

After defeating the enemy with one sword, the old beggar was still not happy, loosened his fingers and retracted his sword, and began to rush in the big battle.

"Eight-door golden lock formation, life, scenery, and opening the door will result in good luck; injury, shock, and rest will result in injury; Dumen and death will result in death."

"At the moment there is a lack of a leader in the formation. If you hit in from the life gate, if you exit from the king gate, the formation will be chaotic!

The majestic voice of the old beggar echoed in the cave.

As his body flickered, the eight-door golden lock array formed by dozens of red-backed macaques disintegrated in the blink of an eye.

On the boxwood not far away, Lu Ping'an watched all this intently.

He knew that although the old beggar had only made two moves before and after, they had been enough for him to comprehend for a long time.

One type of "Wind Up" and the method of cracking the eight-door golden lock array.

The reward given by the old beggar is worthy of his hard work this month.

"Huh? Master, are you going to beat him to death?"

Lu Pingan came to the side of the pit that was blasted by the sword wind, and planned to look at the injury of the green-robed old man, but the latter was bleeding from his orifices at this time and died in the pit.

"Tsk tsk, it's really not soft at all."

Lu Ping'an was sighing in his heart, but saw that the old beggar was also surprised.

"No... Anyway, it is the Ninth Layer of Yuan Wu Realm, the golden core is in a state of consummation, so unattended?"

While talking, the old beggar released a divine sense detection, and found that the old man in the green robe was indeed dead.

This is really abnormal.

"Huh? This is..."

The old beggar was about to withdraw his spiritual consciousness, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed something and frowned, "Disciple, there is a medicine bottle in his left sleeve pocket. Take it out and take a look."