When he returned to the cave, Ding Xing first sent the orange fruit into the cellar and stored it.

After a busy day, he felt hungry early, but he was unwilling to drink Liuxia wine and fasting all day. After all, he was at the age of being in a temptation. As usual, he went to the inn opened by Fanmin, the village, and had a good meal.

Jinlu Xianzhuang is called Zhuang, which is essentially a large mountain city.

The monks opened caves on the mountain, and all the people built villages and towns around the foot of the mountain, not far apart.

Ding Xing left the cave and went down to the foot of the mountain to reach the street market.

After returning, he took out the strange orange leaf and continued to study it.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't find any of his eyes. He tried to refine it with his magic power, but it had no effect, and he couldn't even have a slight sensing.

His divine consciousness could not be penetrated and he could not peek at the material of the leaves, which also made him unable to determine whether the leaves were a monster or a treasure.

Ding Xing looked at it repeatedly for a long time and finally came to a conclusion that it was like an impeccable egg. Unless it was willing to change itself, no one could do anything about it.

Looking back on the day when I was combined with Meng Xiaotang for blood-refining fruit wine, it jumped out from under the black jade wine jar. Perhaps it would be interested in the smell of wine or the wine jar.

Thinking of this, Ding Xing got up and went to the cellar.

There were eight wine jars in this house, three of which were filled with wine. Ding Xing placed the orange leaves on the lid of one of the wine jars.

I won't care anymore.

Then I went to work on the orange fruit.

Since Ding Chenzhi left, Ding Xing has picked oranges and fruits in the garden every day, picked a batch and processed a batch.

The process is simple. First peel it and crush it into wine, then use the spell "Little Flame Wheel" to incinerate it, and make it into mortal wine and store it in the wine jar.

In this way, the spiritual loss of orange fruits can be prevented and new storage can be maintained permanently.

The remaining five wine jars are full of fresh orange fruits. Ding Xing will peel and make wine in a few days, and seal them in the cellar. When the five spiritual cellars on the farm are opened, Ding Xing will send all the eight wine jars to the cellar to create Liuxia.

These eight wine jars are also the most valuable treasures in the cave. They need to be warmed up with the "Five Cellar Sutra" in daily life, so they cannot be carried with you.

When Ding Xing was not at home, there was a slight possibility that he would be at risk of theft.

Fortunately, the eight-cylinder wine has not been ‘crowned’ yet and does not have the effect of practicing.

It is useless for monks to drink it, and theft is of little value, and it will cause trouble instead.

The law enforcement hall where Meng Xiaotang's father works is specialized in charge of public security in the village. If Ding Xingzhen encounters a burglary incident, he can go to the law enforcement hall to seek assistance.

Jinlu Winery is a big family, with relatives in each cave, and there are basically no place for thieves to live in. Thefts in the village are rarely happening, and one thing may not be encountered in a few years.

But Ding Xing still felt that it was not safe. After all, he was too young and could easily be targeted by evil people.

He currently has twenty spirit stones in his hand, and he is planning to go to the monk's market tomorrow, and then purchase a magic array to defend the cave, and to defend the magic array arranged by Ding Chenzhi, so that he can be at ease and at ease.

Thinking of this, he fell asleep in his room.

The next day, he went to the top of the mountain for morning class, and when he came back, he turned to the cellar to check if the orange leaf had changed.

As a result, after he pushed the door open, he couldn't help but scream.

Last night, eight wine jars were placed in the cellar. After one night, one was missing.

‘Who stole it?’

Ding Xing thought to himself, if he really suffered a thief, why not empty the wine jar?

When he approached the wine jar, he quickly found out the reason.

I saw the orange leaf lying quietly on the ground. The wine jar was lost, but the orange leaf was still there.

Ding Xing suddenly felt extremely strange. He bent down, pinched the orange leaves on his fingertips, raised them up and saw that the leaves were still in ordinary dark green shape.

What’s different from last night is that on one side of the orange leaves, there is a subtle mark of the wine jar.

This mark is very similar to Ding Xing’s lost wine jar.

If Ding Xing was not a monk, he would definitely not associate the wine jar with the orange leaves, but in fact, the wine jar was most likely to shrink into the orange leaves.

Ding Xingpin blinked his eyes. Even though he knew that there were countless incredible magical powers in the world of immortal cultivation, he was still shocked by the changes of the orange leaves.

The leaves actually hugged a jade tripod weighing hundreds of pounds into the small leaf body.

‘What kind of treasure has been refined inside this leaf?’

Ding Xing had already begun to suspect that the orange leaves were a magic weapon similar to the treasure sleeve, not a demon insect.

In fact, no matter what it is, it did not arouse Ding Xing's strong joy. After all, the orange leaves are extremely strong. Even if they show novelties, they cannot be eaten or used, which is of no help to Ding Xing.

The only function it plays is to add a little fresh adjustment to Ding Xing's monotonous practice life, and at the same time, he is a little worried.

‘Will it swallow the wine jar be swallowed again?’

After thinking for a while, he was confused. Ding Xing raised his hand and put the orange leaves back to its original place.

Ding Xing had a premonition yesterday that the leaf seemed to be a natural egg. Unless it was willing to change itself, Ding Xing had no choice.

In the days that followed, Ding Xing almost never left the cellar, peeling the orange fruits and making wine for the five wine jars while waiting for the changes in the orange leaves.

He waited for more than half a month.

On that day, he had just brewed the orange fruits from the last wine jar into wine, and suddenly a green light flashed suddenly on his side. The light suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly.

So Ding Xing failed to capture the magical powers of Orange Leaf.

The moment he turned his head to watch, the disappeared wine jar had reappeared, and the orange leaves were quietly placed on the head of the jar.

Ding Xing was a little confused. He ate the wine jar first and then swallowed it. Does it think it is fun?

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and lifted the cylinder head, preparing to see if there was any change in the wine in the cylinder.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened a corner, the strong aroma of wine had already emerged. He was very familiar with this smell. It was the "Liuxia Wine" that he drank the most frequently after he began to practice.

But how is this possible? Without the ten-year cellaring period, the wine brewed by Huofeng Orange Fruit will not transform into Liuxia at all!

'Bang!'

Ding Xing lifted the cylinder head and opened it from a distance.

He was anxious to test the quality of "Liuxia Wine", and then took out a wine glass, put it into the jar, and filled it with a full glass.

Gudong! Gudong! Heavy poured into his stomach.

After drinking, he closed his eyes and savored it, and suddenly smiled: "It's true that Liuxia is true! This orange leaf is really a treasure. There is a super big spiritual cellar inside the leaf, which can allow me to create spiritual wine in just half a month!"

After laughing for a while, he suddenly held back. He thought of the "White Hoof Lord Devouring" incident that broke out a few days ago, and couldn't help but associate the orange leaves and the white hoof together.
Chapter completed!