The smell of wine soars into the sky, and the flying birds smell the fragrance and turn into the phoenix;

The dregs fall to the ground, and the fish tastes good.

This is a couplet, hanging next to the door plaque of Zuixianjiu Store. Although it sounds very loud, no one has ever thought there was anything wrong with it in business for hundreds of years.

Zuixian wine shop is not only found in Kangcheng, but also in the vassal states. No one knows who the boss behind the scenes is. It seems that it has existed thousands of years ago. Unlike ordinary wine shops, there is no hustle and bustle with guests, but only the purity and elegance.

This winery is only open to cultivators. Even if it is a dignified official or a wealthy family, it is useless. If there is no valuable spirit stone as a food product, it will definitely be bombarded out.

It was noon, and cultivators had already come to the Zuixian wine shop in Kangcheng, and they found their own seats in the lobby. Although cultivators could fast, they were difficult to quit their appetite. Zuixian wine shop used monsters of high-grade grades as ingredients to cook, which helped them to practice while satisfying their appetite. It was a killing of two birds with one stone.

Moreover, the Zuixian wine shop is not only a place for eating, but also a place for cultivators to obtain sources of information. There is a storyteller in the lobby here, which is to collect strange stories and strange events in the cultivation world, especially the recent major events. These are topics of interest to cultivators and are also the reasons why the wine shop relies on for survival.

"There are several names in history, and countless deserted hills in the north. The ancestors sow seeds and later generations harvest them. They say that the dragon and the tiger fight!"

The storyteller slapped the arbor, twisted his long beard under his jaw, and said in thought: "Fellow Taoists, the previous article said that there were inexplicable water monsters in Shuhu. Today, let's talk about Duke Song's reward order, and reap the reward and search for twelve spiritual medicines. The head of the Jindan sect of the Five Sects has issued an order, and he also sent his disciples to various places..."

Although Storyteller is old, he also has the ability to build foundations. His voice is as loud as a bell. It falls into the ears of all the monks in the lobby, and they are all listening quietly.

At this moment, outside the wine shop, there was an old woman coughing, accompanied by the sound of crutches getting closer and closer. An old woman with white hair appeared in front of her. She was hunched over with her thin body and slowly walked forward with a crutch. A broken coarse sermon robe was draped on her body, and an inexplicable aura came faintly.

This breath is not very bad, but it makes people frown because it is the breath of death, like the body that is about to be buried, and its vitality is constantly passing away.

"this……"

The shopkeeper quickly stepped forward to ask, his face full of rejection. If it weren't for the fact that the old woman was a cultivator, she would have long been knocked out as a beggar.

"I'm old... cough... something is wrong."

The old woman coughed violently, but while she was talking, she took out a spirit stone from her arms and threw it over casually.

The shopkeeper was about to refuse, but was surprised to find that this was actually a medium-grade spirit stone. The entrance fee for Zuixianjiu Store was eight low-grade spirit stones, which was more than ten times more. There was no reason to refuse to give in.

"Fellow Taoist, what's the matter?"

The shopkeeper was a fat man with big ears. Although his cultivation was not very high, his eyesight was not bad. He could see that the old woman in front of him didn't seem to be here for dinner. She looked lifeless all over, and she seemed to have a serious illness. She didn't want such a person to come to the store. It would be a bit unlucky to sit here. After all, there were big people upstairs.

"A distinguished guest on the third floor, ahem, I always have something to do to him."

Hearing the old woman's words, the shopkeeper's face changed drastically. The spirit stone in his arms seemed to be hot. He quickly took it out and bowed his hand to make it. His fat body completely blocked the door.

"Fellow Daoist, don't talk nonsense, this store is closed."

The shopkeeper seemed to be silent and wanted to make excuses quickly, but the old woman said anxiously: "There is something he...he wants, Donglai Hourang...who comes from the old man."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, but he didn't know what to do, and suddenly a voice came from his ear.

"Let her come in!"

In the lobby, a figure walked down the second floor. As he looked around, his eyes were flowing, and his aura was uneven and powerful. The quiet needle in the lobby suddenly seemed to be heard, and even his breathing seemed to be rapid.

“Yes…yes…”

A cold sweat broke out on the shopkeeper's forehead. He knew that this was the servant of the big man. He didn't dare to disobey at all, so he quickly gave in.

The monks in the lobby, including the storyteller, were dumbfounded and watched as the old woman walked upstairs under the guidance of the beautiful monk, slowly walked upstairs, and the sound of the crutch spread farther and farther away.

"Bang!"

The storyteller's auspicious tree fell down and his expression became shocked, but this theme that was obtained without the use of field trip made him feel happy and he was already conceiving the plot in his mind.

Three parts are practical, seven parts are fiction, and catching wind and shadow. Art comes from processing!

At this time, the old woman had already arrived on the second floor and could sit here for dinner. If she was either the supreme sect or the nobles of the court, she usually had good business, but at this time she was empty.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from Lu?"

The female monk's voice was clear, like a tinging spring, and it was indescribable to fall into her ears.

"Why are you..."

The old woman's face changed slightly. No one knew her identity except Donglai Hou in Song State. She had kindness to Qinglingzi in her early years. As her father Donglai Hou, she remembered this kindness and would not reveal her identity at will.

"You originally had the hope of the golden elixir, but unfortunately you were broken by someone, and your cultivation continued to fall. If you fall below the middle stage of foundation building, you may be your life expectancy."

The female monk's voice was dull, as if she had already seen life and death, and would not feel pity for it.

While talking, the old woman had already walked to the third floor. It was like a palace hall, decorated in a magnificent manner. Four old men stood solemnly in front of the door, like four clay statues guarding the hall.

The East Iron Hand, the South Heavenly Demon, the West Earth Wind, and the North Golden Sword!

The old woman's body trembled violently. Donglai Hou was right. This man was indeed very powerful and actually took over the four major leaders of the Song State as his own and was willing to serve as his guard.

It seems that he does have such ability to help him fulfill his last wish.

"Get in!"

The female monk smiled slightly, as if she had received instructions, and reached out to signal to the hall.

The old woman seemed a little excited. She walked quickly inside and pushed open the empty hall door. There was a banquet inside. There were only two figures sitting together. The sunlight poured out of the window and fell on the two figures, as if they were covered in golden coats, with dazzling light and even their eyes seemed to be difficult to open.

These two monks not only had amazing cultivation, but also should have been in high positions for a long time. Otherwise, it would be difficult to have such aura. The old woman looked a little dazed, as if she saw the former Taoist partner being high above her, and the power deeply embedded in her bone marrow made her tremble.

"I am Mo Wentian, the Taoist name is Wuji Zhenjun, the head of the Wuji Sect of Zheng State. Since the Taoist fellow is a friend of the Marquis of Donglai, I don't know what is important?"

A sound came slowly, as if the gurgling clear water poured into the dry field, causing the old woman to recover her body inexplicably, and even her spirits were cheered up.

"My surname is Xu, and my father is an alchemist of the Shengru Sect. His relics are all here. There should be spiritual medicines needed by Master Mo in it."

As soon as this said, it seemed like thunder was thundering on the ground. At this time, the person sitting in the same table was not someone else. It was Mo Wentian and Zheng Yuer. They couldn't help but smile at each other, but they were all very happy.

"Xu Fu?"

Soon, Mo Wentian thought of this name. It was a seventh-level alchemist at the Saint Confucian Sect and the highest level of alchemist in the Qin Kingdom. He was as famous as Ou Zhizi of the Holy Artifact Sect of Lu Kingdom. However, Xu Fu was really obsessed with alchemy. It is said that he tried to refine the infant elixir thirty years ago, but he was burned by the earth fire and died. This was an unprecedented loss in the Lu Kingdom. Unexpectedly, after the fall of this alchemist, his daughter ended in such a miserable situation.

However, it was not right, and Zheng Yuer also had this doubt.

"Madam Xu, Zunfu is an alchemist who is famous for the Qin Dynasty. His relics fall into your hands. Is there no spiritual medicine to repair the dantian?"

Zheng Yuer's words are very clear. With the relics of the alchemist in hand, they should be all kinds of spiritual elixirs and holy medicines, and they will not end up in the point where there is no medicine.

"The treasure bag left by my father was hidden in a place in Lu State by me. It was not because I didn't want to use it, but because I couldn't open it at all."

However, the words of Mrs. Xu immediately dispelled the two of them. Xu Fu is not only a seventh-level alchemist, but also a powerful Jindan Zhenjun. Her daughter is only able to build a foundation, so she naturally cannot open the remaining treasure trove.

Mo Wentian felt deeply about this. When he had only had foundation-building cultivation, he had abandoned the spiritual vein and obtained the treasure bag of the True Lord Tiankun, but after his cultivation level was improved, he finally opened it.

Moreover, with Mrs. Xu's cultivation level, it is indeed very dangerous to guard the treasure bag of the seventh-level alchemist. It seems that she is hiding in a hidden secret place in Lu State as a condition for exchange.

"Okay, it's really what I need. I wonder what Mrs. Xu wants to get?"

The relic of the seventh-level alchemist, this person once tried to refine the infant-creating pill, and the spiritual medicine needed was similar. He could not say that there was a spiritual medicine for refining the infant-carving pill. Mo Wentian agreed immediately without thinking.

"Master Mo, what I want is just to meet the little girl."

Mrs. Xu was trembling all over, tears seemed to rush out of her cheeks, and she choked and said, "The little girl's surname is Lu Honglian. She left Lu State fifteen years ago and has never heard of her again, but some people say she has seen her in Di State..."

When he said this, Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows slightly and realized something: "The surname is Lu, he should be from the monarch of Lu, and his name is Honglian, but is the missing Honglian master?"

"Yes, the little girl is proficient in illusion and often dresses up as a man. She is also the Young Master Honglian on the Bianhuang Young Master List." When she said this, Mrs. Xu seemed to remember the sad past and said with a sad expression: "Her brother is Young Master Jinlian, and he is also a master of the Young Master List of the Bianhuang Young Master List. Unfortunately, she went to Jiuzhi Imperial City that year, but she never came back."

"The Di State has five continents, a radius of thousands of miles. Looking for someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Zheng Yuer sighed and said, "It's better to be in Di State. If you go deep into the hinterland of Darong, what Mrs. Xu wants will be difficult to complete."

"I am enough to let me see my little girl in my lifetime."

After the words came, Mrs. Xu Yingying fell to the ground, but she just kowtowed the Prime Minister with her head and asked for help, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

"Okay, I'll promise you!"

Mo Wentian nodded slightly and smiled indifferently: "Madam Xu, I will send someone to heal you. Please stay in Donglai Mansion for the time being and wait for the good news."

"Master Xie Mo, Master Xie Mo!"

Mrs. Xu was obviously overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly before she got up on the ground.

At this time, the palace gate was gently pushed open, and the female monk who led the way walked in slowly, and Mo Wentian's voice came from Mrs. Xu's ears.

"Madam Xu, this is Tang Jingxiang, the elder of this sect. If I am not here, I can find her if I have anything to do."

It turns out that this is the elder of Wuji Sect, who is so young and beautiful.

Mrs. Xu was suddenly a little lost and left under Tang Jingxiang's escort. It was a bit strange. When she stepped out of the hall, she suddenly felt tired all over her body, as if her vitality was pulled away from her body, and she almost fell to the ground. She could only cheer up and staggered downstairs slowly.

At this time, there were only Mo Wentian and Zheng Yuer in the hall. They had lunch here and enjoyed the rare tranquility. The years of cultivation were extremely long, but there was not much time like this.

That day, Zheng Yuer was eager to practice in Shuhu, so she rushed to Song State to visit. The two had not seen each other for several days. It was rare to have such leisure time, to give up any trouble, and just want to enjoy the rare time.

During the sun, the country is like a painting, walking through the rivers, mountains and rivers, and seeing the bright moonlight and wind;

At night, the beauty is like jade, the lotus tent is warm, and the spring night is short!

Although it is said to be practicing the Yin-Yang Furnace and Cauldron, what surprised Mo Wentian was that this always reserved Duke of Zheng was too demanding and could not bear it these two days.

"Wen Tian, ​​do you want a child?"

Zheng Yuer's tone seemed to have anticipation. While she said this, her pupils looked out the streets outside the window like water cutting. Her beautiful eyes seemed full of longing, and the glory of maternal love was shining.
Chapter completed!