In a hurry, Fang Xian'er turned to Lin Qingfeng who nodded slowly, "I agree with your martial uncle."
"Qin Dong is so lucky?" Fang Xian'er sighed jealously.
Jin Pingyue answered, "Qin Dong is the most gifted I've ever seen in my life. Perhaps even the god reckons he should be a powerful cultivator and arranged for an adventure. In combination with my instruction, I'm sure that he can be a strong cultivator in ten years. "
Lin Qingfeng could not agree more. But he might think she was daydreaming if he did not meet Qin Dong before.
"Fang Xian'er, come to give the liquor to me!" The monk shouted in excitement while recalling something.
Shocked, she complained, "Martial uncle, you wanna to frighten me to death?"
The monk swayed, rushed to her and snatched the liquor jar.
He could not wait to open it and the dense liquor aroma spread to the whole office.
Each liquor had its specific scent. Having smelled diverse liquor, the monk had difficulty in rousing his interest in smelling other liquors, just like people would lose interest in ordinary food after tasting delicacies.
The scent of Happy not only astounded him but also excited him, who even trembled.
His ruddy face caused by drinking reddened more as if applied with chicken blood.
"Good liquor!" He screamed madly after a brief self-absorption.
Drinkers could distinguish the good liquor from the poor merely by the smell. Lin Qingfeng, a good drinker, was astonished when smelling the aroma of Happy.
Its striking and thick scent lingering in the air did not diffuse, but gathered like a dragon rushing and roaring between the heavens and earth.
He could not be drunk after taking ordinary liquor, however, he felt like floating while just smelling the scent.
As a decent man, he even could not help taking a deep breath, swallowed saliva and gazed at the jar in the monk's hand.
Both Jin Pingyue and Fang Xian'er with little knowledge of liquor also sensed the one given by Qin Dong was extraordinary, because its nice smell delighted them.
"Qin Dong was right. My Heart Burning Liquor is cat urine!" The monk waved head gently, lifted the jar carefully, and placed it around his mouth for a sip.
Lin Qingfeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva while staring at the monk, heart thumping.
It was hard for him to see the monk, who always gulped other liquor, drinking gracefully this time.
He expected the monk would leap up ecstatically or praise the liquor, but he did not.
The monk's face darkened as if the liquor had been bitter medicine.
After two to three minutes, the monk's knitting eyebrows stretched a little, and his eyes blazed, joy and compliment unfolding on his face.
"How do you feel?" Lin Qingfeng asked.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! I don't regret to die after drinking the liquor!" The monk never spoke highly of his own liquor. Obviously, Happy was delicious.