Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 85 Ancient Temple, Beauty, Boss

Gu Qianbei smiled and shook his head.

"This wine is called Jade Lotus Dew, not Thousand-Day Intoxication. It has a refreshing taste and is suitable for quenching thirst."

"You have quite a few varieties of wine."

Wanwan curiously took the wine glass and saw that the wine was white with a hint of green, which was indeed very different from the Thousand Days Intoxication.

"It feels so refreshing."

Wanwan took a light sniff, her eyes lit up, and she immediately drank it down in one gulp.

Instantly, a cool sensation arose in my mouth, and I felt refreshed and clear-headed, all my distracting thoughts vanished.

"This wine tastes better than the Thousand-Day Intoxication."

Wanwan looked completely satisfied.

Compared to the strong "Thousand Days Intoxication," this light and fragrant "Lotus Dew" is indeed more suitable for Wanwan.

"I now believe that you will become the world's greatest brewer."

Wanwan smiled and said softly.

"That's just how it is."

A powerful sense of confidence appeared on Gu Qianbei's face.

Seeing the young man's confident demeanor, Wanwan smiled and handed the wine glass to Gu Qian.

"Greatest brewer in the world, could I have another drink?"

"That's natural."

Gu Qianbei smiled and poured Wanwan another cup.

At this moment, the young monk Nian'an walked over.

Watching the two drinking and chatting on the roof of the pavilion, looking quite relaxed and cheerful, I couldn't help but scratch my head.

"When did you two become so close? Are you two dating?"

As the young monk Nian'an finished speaking, his eyes widened as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"You little bald monk, your eyes are full of lovey-dovey thoughts, it's unhealthy. I'm going to tell your master to punish you by making you copy the scriptures a couple more times."

Wanwan is also a vengeful person. Since the little monk Nian'an said those things about her, she just happened to retort.

"No, no, I won't copy scriptures."

The little monk Nian'an shook his head like a rattle-drum and ran away in a panic.

Can't be bothered.

Gu Qianbei couldn't help but smile upon seeing this.

This pair, one big and one small, are quite a pair of lively characters.

……

The morning bell of Yunhe Temple rings out slowly amidst the thin mist in the mountains.

Before long, the man in the blue robe appeared on the steps in front of the mountain gate to sweep up fallen leaves.

A girl in a pink dress quickly appeared beside him.

Gu Qianbei has gradually gotten used to the days of sweeping fallen leaves in the temple with a bamboo broom.

He exuded an air of detachment from worldly affairs, as if he had blended into the tranquility of the ancient temple.

But Wanwan beside him didn't feel that way at all.

Although she also held a bamboo broom in her hand, she was never content to sweep the floor.

As soon as Gu Qianbei swept up a pile of withered leaves, she tiptoed and gently kicked them, scattering the leaves everywhere.

"Gu Qianbei, sweeping is so boring. How long are you going to take at this slow pace?"

Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She twirled the bamboo broom in her hand and deliberately swept it around him, creating a gust of wind that lifted a few withered leaves and sent them flying toward him.

Gu Qianbei looked up helplessly and casually waved his hand to block the falling leaves.

This seemingly casual sweep and block actually conceal a clash of techniques.

"This is a sacred Buddhist site, so it's best to proceed at a leisurely pace. Your disruptive behavior is only disturbing the tranquility of this mountain place."

This was the fifth day that the two had stayed together at Yunhe Temple.

Wanwan accompanied him every day to sweep the floor and tidy the courtyard. She would say she was bored, but she would never really leave. Making trouble became her favorite thing to do every day.

Sometimes, when he wasn't looking, she would pluck a leaf and stick it on his back.

Sometimes they would deliberately trip him with a broom.

Gu Qianbei always calmly avoided it, and it eventually turned into a friendly sparring match.

Sure enough, the next moment Wanwan attacked with her palm. Gu Qianbei smiled knowingly, turned around, and used his dislocated hand technique to instantly enter a sparring state.

This was already a tacit understanding between the two.

Over the past few days, they have sparred more than a dozen times, with each side winning and losing.

For Wanwan, these days were a rare period of leisure and unprecedented relaxation.

Suddenly, she felt that being forced to stay in the temple by the old monk was a good thing.

Because she met an interesting guy.

As the sun rose and the mist dissipated, their sparring ended with a single palm strike.

"I won this time. The score is now six to seven! I've won one more game than you!"

Wanwan stood with her hands on her hips, looking smug.

Gu Qianbei put down his bamboo broom, leaned against the armrest, casually picked up a Cangguang gourd, took a sip, and found the wine to be clear and refreshing, mixed with the sandalwood scent of the ancient temple, giving it a unique flavor.

"Okay, I'll win next time."

Wanwan then moved closer to him, tilting her head to look at him with a face full of curiosity.

"How much wine is in that gourd? How come you haven't finished it after drinking for so many days? And it always tastes different."

"This is the brewer's secret, and I can't easily tell others. In short, if I want wine, I'll naturally have wine to drink."

Gu Qianbei shook the Cangguang gourd with a smile, but Wanwan's eyes flashed with cunning as she snatched it away.

"You can't eat alone when you're friends, I want to drink too!"

One sip, and it was the Five Poisons Tempering Wine.

Although not as strong as Thousand Days of Intoxication, it is still extremely spicy.

So the moment the wine entered her throat, it was scalding hot and spicy like a raging fire, shooting straight into her throat.

"Cough cough cough... Gu Qianbei! How dare you tease me with such strong liquor!"

Gu Qianbei chuckled softly as he watched her rare moment of embarrassment.

"Who gave you permission to steal my wine?"

"I'll beat you up!"

A gentle breeze swept through the mountains, the ancient temple bells rang out in the distance, and young men and women played and frolicked in front of the mountain gate.

Strange yet harmonious.

"Young Master Gu, Young Master Gu!"

Just then, shouts came from afar; it was Zhu Ting who had arrived.

"Boss Zhu? What brings you here?"

Gu Qianbei was quite surprised.

Wanwan turned around and stood behind Gu Qianbei, looking at Zhu Ting with curiosity.

"Who is this guy?"

Wanwan asked in a low voice.

"Master Boss Zhu Ting".

"So it was him. You actually have a connection with him?"

Wanwan said in surprise.

At this moment, Zhu Ting had run up to the two of them, slightly out of breath, as if he had expended a lot of energy on his way here.

"Young Master Gu, it's not easy to find you. Here, this is the wine cup I promised to make for you."

Hehe, this took a lot of thought and it will definitely meet all your requirements.

As Zhu Ting spoke, he took out a wooden box from his pocket. When the box was opened, there was a strangely shaped object inside.

It looks like a wine glass when viewed from the front, but like a sword hilt when viewed from the back.

It is entirely black, with ancient patterns engraved on it, and feels somewhat cold to the touch, which is quite peculiar.

Gu Qianbei was delighted to see this and quickly took it to examine it.

"This wine glass is quite exquisite."

Wanwan couldn't help but praise.

Products made by a master chef are naturally of the highest quality.

This guy is a perfectionist.

"This young lady has good taste."

Zhu Ting then noticed Wanwan and was surprised by her beauty. He then looked at Gu Qianbei with a strange gaze.

How could this guy meet a beauty in a temple? He's even more outrageous than Lu Xiaofeng!

That's so enviable.

No wonder they couldn't resist the luxurious bed and soft cushions of the best manor in the world and came to this desolate temple instead.

Gu Qianbei was unaware of Zhu Ting's thoughts. At this moment, he had already picked up his wine glass, looking quite satisfied.

The next moment, he turned the wine glass upside down, and a golden light flashed. The wine glass was like a sword hilt, and a golden sword instantly emerged from the wine glass!