Immortal Asura Chapter 64

In two phone calls, Lin Qingfeng did not mention the blood essence herb but asked the Drunk Monk and Jin Pingyue come to meet him in the headquarter. The monk and Jin Pingyue were not willing to come, but had to obey Lin Qingfeng’s order considering his higher status.

Fang Xian’er knew her master very well, who looked serious and honest but sly in essence. He omitted the blood essence herb on purpose to fleece the monk and Jin Pingyue unexpectedly. She could not help giggling at the idea.

Lin Qingfeng stared at her, “You dare to laugh at me? I did this for you!”

Fang Xian’er bowed respectfully to her master and smiled, “Master, thank you so much!”

Waving his head helplessly, Li Qingfeng murmured, “I must be in your debt in my last life. This life I have to repay you. I feel pity for

my reputation. Dear me! ”

“Alright, master, please stop complaining. Aren’t you proud of me, your talented disciple? Even the alliance leader spoke highly of me.” Fang Xian’er answered in a satisfying tone.

Though Lin Qingfeng was displeased at Fang Xian’er’s self-satisfaction, what she said was reality. Staring at her, he shut up and concealed his happiness in mind.

“Lin Qingfeng, you ask me to come to you. Do you want to invite me to drink the apricot blossom wine you cherish for fifty years? If so, give it to me now. I need to seek the antidote after drink. Damn it, the black golden-falcon beast!” The smell of alcohol and the monk’s vociferous voice arrived at Lin Qingfeng’s office ahead of him.

Fang Xian’er and her master smiled to each other. The monk would die with his demeanor style.

The mahogany door of the office was burst open.

open. Shiny bareheaded, a big monk in a shabby robe, with a round face, a thick neck and a balloon-like belly came inside. His face reddened all over and eyes half closed. Alcohol-smelled hiccups came from his mouth constantly. He must have drunk some wine just now.

“Drinking wine concentrates your life! You’ll be drunk to death one day!” Lin Qingfeng feigned anger and berated the monk.

Chuckling, the monk plucked the bottle plug from the wine gourd, and gulped down a mouthful of wine, answering smilingly, “Take your time to enjoy life, don’t waste any chance! Ha…ha…ha…, Old Lin, when will you give your apricot blossom wine to me?”

“I’ll give it you before you die!” Lin Qingfeng glared at the monk.

The Drunk Monk stoked his chubby and wine-stained chin and grinned, “I’ll be delighted if I can drink the apricot blossom wine before my death! Ha…ha…ha…”

“Do

death! Ha…ha…ha…”

“Do you need a beautiful young Buddhist nun?" A clear voice came along with an aromatic smell.

Thrilled, Fang Xian’er shouted at her master, “Martial uncle Yue arrives”, and looked at the door anxiously.

The door opened, a snowy dress swayed inside just like a peaceful stream that could not be stirred but flew into people’s hearts naturally.

Noble and cordial, elegant and gentle, her unworldly beauty was close to others. The one was Jin Pingyue! Time did not leave any signs on her, whose age could not be judged from appearance. Smile was seen from her soft looks, refreshing and gladdening people.

The Drunk Monk glimpsed at Jin Pingyue, and smiled wryly, “Ten thousand young nuns cannot equal our beauty Jin!”

Chuckling, Jin Pingyue cursed, “Monk, how dare you are! You take advantage of me! Do you want to taste my ‘three lilies pursue heart’(the name of Jin Pingyue’s of Jin Pingyue’s movement)?”

The monk hastened to wave hands and asked for forgiveness, “Alright, you’re stronger! I don’t dare to offend you, but I can dodge!” He pulled out a chair, plunged himself on it and raised his neck, downing wine.

The monk admitted defeat, and Jin Pingyue did not fuss about what he said but smiled to Fang Xian’er, “What are you and your master plotting against?”

Fang Xian’er giggled and held Jin Pingyue’s arm, “Martial uncle Yue, how can you say this? I’m always on your side.”

Jin Pingyue pointed Fang Xian’er’s forehead gently and grinned, “How slick you are!”

Lin Qingfeng cleared his throat and said, “Monk, Yueping, we four were all poisoned by the ‘soul-devouring’ toxicant of the black golden-falcon beast in the combat last night. Have you found any method to detoxify the poison?”

When it came to that, the Drunk Monk and Jin Pingyue’s faces darkened.

Chapter end