The two of them walked to the stone table and sat down. Lu Guijiu took out a small bottle from his Sumeru ring, then opened the seal talisman. In a short while, the strong aroma of alcohol wafted everywhere, and the fragrance quickly spread throughout the entire courtyard.

Zhang Jingmo's eyes narrowed slightly as he carefully smelled the wine's aroma, but he couldn't discern what kind of wine it was. He asked, "What wine is this?"

Lu Guijiu smiled and said, "To be honest, I don't know either. I obtained it by chance, tasted it, and discovered it was good, so I specially brought it back for you, Master."

The wine's aroma was clear and rich, and one could tell it was no ordinary wine just by smelling it. Zhang Jingmo's interest was piqued, and he said, "Pour the wine."

Lu Guijiu took out two cups and filled them to the brim from the ceramic bottle.

The wine's color was rosy red, and the liquid was very clear. Zhang Jingmo held it to his nose and took a whiff, sighing, "Good wine." With that, he downed the entire cup in one gulp.

The wine smelled mild, but the taste was extremely fierce. The moment it entered the mouth, it seemed to explode. However, after swallowing, one could only feel the sweet and mellow aftertaste that lingered.

After drinking a cup of wine, Zhang Jingmo's entire body relaxed.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo's brows and eyes relax, Lu Guijiu also knew that this wine suited his taste. A hint of a smile touched his lips, and he gently urged, "Master, drink slowly."

Zhang Jingmo waved his hand and said, "Tell Qingfeng to prepare some snacks. We master and disciple will drink slowly."

Lu Guijiu smiled and said, "Alright."

After Lu Guijiu returned, Qingfeng had been waiting outside all along. Hearing Lu Guijiu's instructions, he quickly brought over some snacks. After the dishes were served, Zhang Jingmo picked up a piece of dried fish and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly for a moment before picking up the wine cup and drinking another half cup.

A faint smile remained on Lu Guijiu's face; he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his master so relaxed.

This wine was indeed excellent. Not only did it taste delicious, but it was also full of spiritual power. After only two or three cups, Zhang Jingmo felt that all the meridians in his body had warmed up. He also became more talkative: "Guijiu, during your travels this time, did you encounter any interesting things to share with me?"

Hearing this, Lu Guijiu selected some interesting events he encountered during his travels and told them to Zhang Jingmo. Zhang Jingmo listened silently, occasionally agreeing, and the atmosphere between the two was exceptionally harmonious.

Lu Guijiu had been observing Zhang Jingmo's expression.

Perhaps it was because of the wine, but two red blushes appeared on Zhang Jingmo's originally pale cheeks, making his skin appear even more white and jade-like. His eyes were half-closed in relaxation, and his lips were stained with some rosy red wine, making them look even more gorgeous. Occasionally, when he smiled, revealing his white teeth and soft tongue tip, Lu Guijiu couldn't help wanting to lean in and taste that flavor.

Fortunately, reason stopped Lu Guijiu. He still knew what could be done at the moment and what couldn't.

As Zhang Jingmo listened to Lu Guijiu recount the interesting events from his travels, the effects of the wine slowly kicked in. He propped his chin with his hand and slowly said, "This wine is really delicious."

Lu Guijiu smiled and said, "If Master likes it, I'll find more for you next time."

Zhang Jingmo chuckled and said, "There are so many things I like. How can you find them all for me?"

Hearing this, Lu Guijiu didn't speak, but stars seemed to twinkle in his eyes.

At this moment, a snowflake happened to fall on Zhang Jingmo's fingertip. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he raised his hand and brought the snowflake to his mouth, lazily saying, "So cold."

Seeing this, Lu Guijiu's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The two drank for half a day, and the snow grew heavier and heavier. Later, visibility was reduced to less than a hundred meters. Previously, Lu Guijiu had let the snowflakes fall, but seeing the snow getting heavier, he used his spiritual power to block them.

Logically speaking, this pot of wine shouldn't have been much, but Lu Guijiu didn't drink much. It was almost all consumed by Zhang Jingmo. At first, he would pour wine for Lu Guijiu, but later on, he drank on his own, as if he had forgotten about Lu Guijiu.

Though they had been separated for decades, the person in front of him seemed to have changed little. Lu Guijiu greedily watched, feeling that he didn't want to waste a single moment.

Zhang Jingmo's cheeks were flushed red, and his expression was dazed. However, his hand movements didn't stop. When Lu Guijiu poured him wine, he drank.

The two of them drank this pot of wine from morning until night. In the end, Zhang Jingmo couldn't hold on anymore. He propped his chin with his hand, his head nodding up and down, completely different from his usual transcendent and refined appearance.

Seeing this, Lu Guijiu softly said, "Master, do you want to go rest?"

Zhang Jingmo half-closed his eyes and mumbled, "Drink..."

Lu Guijiu slightly pursed his lips, knowing that the timing was about right. He stood up, walked to Zhang Jingmo's side, and gently said, "Master, I'll help you inside."

Zhang Jingmo didn't even look at Lu Guijiu and just tightly hugged the wine pot, refusing to let go.

Lu Guijiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he just let Zhang Jingmo hold it. He bent down and picked up Zhang Jingmo.

Very light, very cool, like holding a snowflake that could melt at any moment. Lu Guijiu walked step by step towards the room, but his heart was pounding like a drum. He knew that what he was holding was a distant dream, at least for him now, it was a dream with no end in sight.

Zhang Jingmo's head rested against Lu Guijiu's chest, his eyes already unfocused. This time, he didn't use the wine cup and directly brought the wine pot to his mouth.

Strangely, that small wine pot seemed to be inexhaustible. No matter how much Zhang Jingmo poured, there was still wine flowing out.

Lu Guijiu's footsteps were extremely steady. He entered the room, first clearing the snowflakes from Zhang Jingmo's body, then placing Zhang Jingmo on the bed.

Although Zhang Jingmo's eyes were still open, he had lost consciousness. He seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable and let out a low moan.

Hearing that sound, Lu Guijiu couldn't help feeling thirsty. He clenched his fists and said hoarsely, "Master, your disciple will help you change clothes."

It was unclear whether these words were meant to deceive Zhang Jingmo or purely self-deception.

Zhang Jingmo lay there without moving, seeming to not have heard Lu Guijiu's words at all. He stared blankly at the ceiling while still swallowing mouthfuls of wine from the pot.

Lu Guijiu removed Zhang Jingmo's clothing piece by piece, quickly revealing Zhang Jingmo's skin.

His skin was softer than silk and more delicate than jade. Lu Guijiu's hands kept trembling, completely losing his usual composure.

But the timing was wrong, the timing was wrong... Lu Guijiu kept telling himself, like a beast that smelled blood, pacing and roaring, but unable to take a bite because of the danger hidden in the blood.

In the end, he couldn't resist. Lu Guijiu leaned close to Zhang Jingmo's ear and softly called out, "Master."

Zhang Jingmo still showed no reaction. Except for his open eyes and occasional swallowing of the wine, his entire consciousness had already drifted away.

Lu Guijiu pursed his lips heavily, then kissed Zhang Jingmo's lips without hesitation.

Those cool lips, still carrying a hint of alcohol, were so delicious. Lu Guijiu panted heavily as he slid his tongue into Zhang Jingmo's mouth, sweeping over every inch inside.

Zhang Jingmo let out a soft nasal sound, like a little beast being bullied. Lu Guijiu kissed for a long time until Zhang Jingmo's lips were swollen before reluctantly letting go.

He looked at Zhang Jingmo's slightly swollen lips and gently pressed them with his thumb.

Zhang Jingmo let out a low moan, still not waking up.

Lu Guijiu said hoarsely, "Master..."

Zhang Jingmo didn't hear this contradictory call. He still had his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression revealing a hint of confusion, as if he couldn't understand what had happened.

Lu Guijiu kept telling himself that he couldn't continue, but the beast that had been caged for decades suddenly broke free. How could it go back without being satisfied? Besides, the opportunity for Zhang Jingmo to get drunk was certainly rare. If he missed this chance, who knows when the next one would come...

"This disciple is unfilial," Lu Guijiu whispered, for having such thoughts about his master.

As he spoke, he removed his own clothes, then actually used Zhang Jingmo's long legs to pleasure himself.

Zhang Jingmo had been drinking and was already sleepy. Being tossed around by Lu Guijiu like this, a distressed expression appeared on his face. He kept trying to push away the person on top of him but never succeeded.

Lu Guijiu was burying his head to relieve his desire when he suddenly heard Zhang Jingmo call his name, "Guijiu."

That single "Guijiu" felt like a bucket of cold water poured over Lu Guijiu's head. His entire body froze. He slowly raised his head, his expression filled with despair. He said, "Master... let me explain."

However, when he lifted his head, he discovered that Zhang Jingmo hadn't actually woken up.

For a moment, Lu Guijiu was a bit dazed. His arousal had softened from the shock, losing interest.