Mo Qingchen was startled and jumped out of bed, only realizing the pain when his feet hit the ground, and fell to the ground with a thud.

  This fall actually woke her up.

  Mo Qingchen patted his own forehead and said: "I must have had too much to drink, I forgot that Wu Jiang's appearance is definitely due to the exhaustion of the spiritual stone!"

  Mo Qingchen couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at this point. Grandfather had spent a lot of money to buy her the Forgetful River, and she really didn't have the face to ask him for spirit stones again.

  But looking at such a forgotten river, I feel a little empty in my heart.

  Mò Qīngchén's eyes stared at the motionless Wàngchuān, his face scrunched up as he said: "It really is a case of one coin being too much for a hero like you, Wàngchuān. I was saying that once we entered the Refining Qi stage, I'd be able to get you a new home, but who knew you wouldn't be able to move? Alas, Qīngchén is so poor, it's unknown when he'll be able to get you moving again."

  At that time, Grandfather told her that a low-grade spirit stone could support Wangchuan's continuous activity for a month. In the past few months, although she had been saving on usage, in order to practice Lan Hua Bi Xue Shou, every day still spent a lot of time, no wonder Wang Chuan's spirit stone was consumed so quickly.

  Right, entering the Qi Refining stage means I can go to Second Grandfather's place to receive a storage bag. Also, next year's cultivation expenses should be sent out soon, and there's also Mo Yuqi's expenses. At that time, I'll definitely accept them without hesitation. This way, I should be able to spare a piece of spirit stone for Wangchuan, right?

  Although the daily cultivation of a cultivator requires a large amount of spiritual stones and elixirs, it can be said that these things are never enough. With the Mo family's ability, it is estimated that even if they provide each person with a generous amount for their cultivation, it would not be excessive. Generally, no one would be willing to waste spiritual stones on an useless puppet. However, Wang Chu has been accompanying Mo Qingchen in cultivating the Orchid Finger technique for so long, and to Mo Qingchen, Wang Chu is no longer just a lifeless puppet, but more like a most loyal friend.

  Mo Qingchen took another sip of wine and muttered to himself: "Wang Chuan, today Mo Qingchen is really happy, why don't you join me for a drink?"

  Mo Qingchen suddenly stood up, tiptoeing and holding a wine gourd to the edge of Wangchuan's lips.

  Actually, if someone was present, they would know that Mo Qingchen was obviously drunk.

  Wang Chuan was made in the image of a grown man, much taller than Mo Qingchen, who was only six years old. Even on tiptoes, Mo Qingchen barely reached Wang Chuan's lower abdomen.

  Mo Qingchen climbed onto the bed and handed the wine to Wang Chuan while stepping on the bed.

  Mo Qingchen was originally aching all over his body, and now he had drunk quite a bit of wine. In a daze, he accidentally stepped on empty air and fell onto Wang Chuan's body, and the two of them tumbled to the ground together.

  "Oh no." Mo Qingchen couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  "Miss, miss are you okay?" Yun Chi heard Mo Qingchen's cry and hastily pushed open the door to rush in, but was shocked by the scene before her eyes.

  All that could be seen was a small white-shirted girl hugging a tall and thin man, both of whom had fallen to the ground. The man was holding the little girl in his arms, struggling to get up. Next to them was a dusty wine gourd lying on the ground, with liquid flowing out of it, emitting a strong smell of alcohol.

  "Who are you!" Yunzhi ran over and picked up Mo Qingchen from the man's arms, shouting sternly at him.

  Mo Qingchen chuckled and said: "Yunzhi sister, don't be afraid, that's the puppet Wangchuan that Grandfather gave me."

  Mo Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Wang Chuan, who was slowly standing up: "Wang... Wang Chuan, how can you move?"

  As he said this, he caught sight of the gourd lying on the ground and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He hastily struggled free from Yunxi's arms and pounced on the gourd like a rabbit, grabbing it and shoving it back into his bosom.

  "Miss... what's going on here?" Yunzhi's voice had already risen by several degrees.

  Mo Qingchen was already half awake from the wine, and she was even more surprised than Yunzhi. Just now, Wang Jiangming had clearly exhausted his spiritual energy and couldn't move, so how could he suddenly stand up again?

  "Wang Chuan, go get me the cup on the table." Mo Qingchen said tentatively.

  As soon as the words fell, the forgotten river, which had been standing still, slowly and stiffly walked towards the table, picked up the teacup, and step by step approached Mo Qingchen.

  "Miss... is this really a puppet?" Yunzhi hadn't said a word since entering the room.

  Mo Qingchen's mind was churning, and she wanted to get to the bottom of what had happened with Wang Chuan. She casually took the cup that Wang Chuan handed her and said to Yunzhi: "Yes, it was Grandfather who gave it to me a few days ago. Alright, Sister Yunzhi, I'm fine now, you can go attend to your business."

  "Ah." Yun Zhī Mù nodded dazedly, just about to step out, but suddenly woke up and shrieked: "Miss, you're actually drinking!"

  Mo Qingchen let out a sorrowful sigh, thinking he could gloss over it, but unexpectedly Yun Zhi reacted to it.

  "Cloud Branch sister, didn't Grandfather give me some spiritual wine a few days ago? The taste was very good, and I couldn't bear to finish it, so I hid some away. Today, thinking that I've finally entered the Refining Qi stage, I'm excited and drank a bit more." Mo Qingdun said carefully, secretly thinking in his heart that no matter what, he must not let Cloud Branch see that wine gourd.

  "Miss, you're still injured, how can you drink? No, no, you're too young to be drinking even if you weren't hurt..."

  Just as Yun Chi was about to continue, Mo Qing dust hurriedly said: "Sister Yun Chi, don't worry, this wine with spiritual energy won't harm you."

  "Really?" Yunzhi hesitated and said.

  "Really, really, Cloud Branch sister, you go ahead and busy yourself, I've had a bit too much to drink and am feeling sleepy, I think I'll take a rest." Mo Qingchen pushed Cloud Branch away.

  Yun Chi hesitated for a moment and said: "That, that can't be drunk too much either, Miss. If you continue like this, I'll have to tell Master Wu."

  "Okay, I promise I won't drink too much from now on."

  Yun Zhi finally retreated and went out, but before closing the door, he curiously glanced at Wang Chuan one more time.

  Mo Qingchen looked at the door of the house on Yunzhi Pass, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was indeed too careless, and people really couldn't be complacent!

  What if it was Grandfather or another monk who came in instead of Yun Chi? Wouldn't they notice something strange about the wine gourd?

  It won't work, from now on, even when alone, I mustn't carelessly take out the wine gourd to drink.

  Mo Qingchen thought of this and became worried again. He had already gotten used to drinking the fine wine from the gourd, and even if he didn't drink for a day, he would feel uncomfortable. If he couldn't take it out, what was he supposed to do?

  Once I'm better, I'll think of a way to get an ordinary wine gourd. From then on, fill it up every day and take a sip whenever I want to drink. As for that magical wine gourd, I must never bring it out again!

  It seems that I should go to Second Grandfather's place as soon as possible to get the storage bag, and then put the wine gourd in the storage bag, which would be safer.

  Mo Qingchen looked towards the River of Forgetfulness again and thought to himself, why was the River of Forgetfulness flowing once more?