Lin Qingfeng hoped to taste the liquor as well, but withdrew his words when thinking about that the monk would not share even one drop at the cost of his life.
While Lin Qingfeng was considering how to persuade the monk to share the liquor, the monk fished out the Burning Heart Liquor cherished for years from chest.
"What are you doing?" Lin Qingfeng shrieked as if his heart stabbed, when seeing the monk plucked the bottle plug and poured the liquor into a flower pot.
The monk smiled bitterly and shook head, "Brother Lin, my tongue has been spoiled by Qin Dong's liquor. I cannot accept others. Alas! Mine is cat urine and I have valued it for years! How funny!"
"Hey, you insane? The Burning Heart is your beloved liquor. You bear pouring it?" With bloodshot eyes, Lin Qingfeng was inclined to scuttle towards the monk and grab the liquor from him.
The monk twisted around to Lin Qingfeng seriously, "Would you like to have a taste of the liquor that given by Qin Dong?"
In trance, Lin Qingfeng nodded and could not refuse the liquor's tempt albeit feeling disgraced.
"Tell me, how many jars of the apricot blossom liquor cherished for fifty years do you have?"
"Two. What's up? You want them? No way!" Lin Qingfeng looked alert.
The monk waved head, whispering, "What a pity! I'm afraid your liquor will be poured as well!"
"Qin Dong's liquor is that good? You poured your Burning Heart after taking only one sip?" Lin Qingfeng was doubtful.
The monk passed the jar to Lin Qingfeng silently.
Unbelievable, Lin Qingfeng murmured, "Monk, what's wrong with you today? Previously, asking one drop of liquor from you would take your life. Why you're so generous today, as though transforming into another person? "
The monk beamed, "If it is common liquor, I won't share it with you. But it possesses unimaginable benefit. I'll be uneasy if I drink it alone."
"Oh? Is it as marvelous as your description?" Lin Qingfeng took the jar in surprise.
"No need to say more. You'll understand after tasting it."
As Lin Qingfeng had one sip, cool aromatic spring water slid into his body along his throat, and wonderful feelings occupied his heart and body instantly while the liquor flowed. He felt like floating as if losing weight.
Pleasure penetrated his body into the innermost of his soul. The past happiness took hold of his heart and moved him to tears.
No liquor had ever brought him such a huge astonishment. All the eulogies were unable to depict his feeling or his compliment of the liquor.
While he was immersing in the sip, the drop exploded, transformed into air and filled in his body.
"Eh…" Eyes wide opened, he was thrilled.
Pure, the air of the liquor was white powerful spiritual energy, pooling in his elixir field after ups and downs in his body. Only one sip equaled his one-year cultivation practice.
The liquor, made of rare herbs and fruits, was produced by Le Yi, who was a god liquor-maker in the heavens. If it was ineffective, he must have had changed his occupation.