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, which is also hung next to the door plaque of Zuixianjiu Store in Qubu City, Lu.

However, unlike other vassal states, the Zuixian wine shop in Qubu is much larger than ordinary. It not only covers a wider area, but also has five floors high and is located in the most prosperous and lively street in the city. The business is naturally incomparable.

At this time, it was almost time for lunch, and there were guests in the restaurant, especially in the lobby on the first floor, where the low-level monks were whispering in piles of whispering in groups of three or five, telling the most important events.

"Fellow Taoist, can you tell that South Korea actually destroyed its country, and all the three states and territory returned to Zhao. Is this the second vassal state destroyed since the Wei Kingdom?"

"How can you not know? What's even more strange is that the new king of Wei State succeeded to the throne was actually a seven or eight-year-old child without spiritual roots, and his mind was a little abnormal. Are you ridiculous?"

"Everyone with a discerning eye knows that it is just a puppet supported by Zhao State. The thirteen states south of the Great Qin are already the world of Zhao State, and this is nothing. The loss of Yanmen Pass is considered a shocking news for the Great Qin State."

"Yan State actually rebelled, which is indeed a major event that has not been seen in a thousand years. However, I heard that the prince of Qin King passed an imperial edict, I believe that the Duke of Lu had received the found and was planning to raise an army to attack Yan, and I am afraid there will be a great war to fight."

"All heroes emerge and the world is in conflict. This is a sign of troubled times. Can fellow Taoists be prepared?"

"If you don't talk about this, it means that the auction at Riwanbaolou is said that the final treasure is a Nascent Soul puppet, but I don't know if a fellow Taoist has seen that treasure. I heard that it is a female Nascent Soul True King."

"That's right, that Yuanying puppet, I heard that it is a rare beauty in the world, but I don't know who is so cruel that he actually refines her into a puppet?"

"Who said no?"

“…”

In the private room on the fifth floor of the wine shop, Mo Wentian's ears moved slightly, bringing all the news. In fact, whether it was Zhao's annexation of Wei Han or Yan's capture of Yanmen Pass, when he just stepped down from Zhusi Mountain the day before yesterday, Wang Lao had already passed all the news through the sand snake.

I really didn't expect that four or five days after he climbed Mount Zhusi, the world seemed to have suddenly changed. Zhao State suddenly rose in Qinnan, and Yan State conquered cities and land in Qinbei. This seemed to be just like the agreed-upon, as if it was a stance to attack the Qin Dynasty from north to south.

The heroes rose together, and the world was in chaos. The Qin Kingdom was in a state of storm, and it seemed to be in the form of rivers falling.

When Yanmen Pass was lost, if the Qin State wanted to attack Yan, Lu State became the key. I believe that with the nature of the Duke and Prince Lu, he should be preparing to launch an army to attack Yan.

However, all of these have nothing to do with Mo Wentian. Although he secretly controlled the Three Kingdoms, he did not have the arrogance to compete in the Central Plains. The Wuji Sect did not have such strength. Zheng and Song had just experienced a great war and needed to recuperate for a while.

At present, it will be his best choice to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight and find ways to take advantage of the opportunity.

At this moment, what Mo Wentian was concerned about was the Yuanying puppet. Judging from the comments of these casual cultivators downstairs, it can be seen that the Yuanying puppet Ou Zhizi obtained was actually a beautiful woman with a peerless face?

If it weren't for the deep hatred, who would have refined the beauty into a puppet? This is indeed a bit too much?

In an instant, Mo Wentian was born to be better, not because he was pitying the beauty, but because he really wanted to see what this beautiful Yuanying puppet looked like?

"Your Majesty, that guy has entered the city. When will he prepare to take action?"

Suddenly, Mo Wentian's ears moved slightly, and a low and respectful voice suddenly came from the private room downstairs.

"No hurry, it's not convenient to do something inside the city. After the auction tomorrow, set up an ambush in a remote place outside the city."

Another voice came, which seemed to exude innate majesty, and the tone of speaking seemed unquestionable.

"Although this guy is arrogant and domineering, his strength cannot be underestimated. Not only does he have the cultivation level of the fake baby realm, but he also has countless masters around him, and he has three marquises who are close to him. He also asks the Ziwu Butler to take action. It is necessary to find a way to kill with one blow."

As soon as the majestic voice fell, an old and hoarse voice came, as if it was the purple mist butler mentioned in the words.

"Please rest assured Duke Yue, I..."

Before he could finish his words, the voice suddenly became alert and suddenly shouted: "Who is it?"

These three words were like three sharp arrows, piercing the air like lightning, piercing through Mo Wentian's eardrum, trembling his head, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly, spitting out the spiritual wine he drank in his mouth.

"Elder Mo, this is..."

Zhuang Huizi was immediately surprised. Only the fifth floor of the Zuixian wine shop could supply the seventh-level spiritual wine, and only as his identity as the crown prince of Lu, could he be qualified to hold a banquet here to entertain guests.

Even a seventh-level spiritual wine, even a Yuanying True King, may not be willing to drink it. It is conceivable that it is precious. After finally letting the Zuixian wine shop take out the treasured wine, but Elder Mo just tasted it and drank it a bite, so why couldn't help but vomit it out?

What a waste, a waste of natural resources, it's too much a pity?

Qing Lingzi shook his head and felt regretful. He carefully picked up the wine, and just sniffed it gently, and then he floated like he was as if he had ascended to the immortals. He couldn't bear to drink it in his mouth for a long time.

Today, Zhuang Huizi spent money to hold a grand banquet here, just to thank Mo Wentian. After all, they could recognize each other with the help of Elder Mo, so even the seventh-level spiritual wine was arranged.

At this time, what can be placed on the table is not to mention what is flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the sea. There are everything. Just like one of the dishes, which is the deep sea monster fish made from the Eastern Wu. This dish is made with its fish lip. However, hundreds of such monster fish must be killed to make a sufficient portion of the fish lip into a dish. It can be seen how precious it is?

It can be said that the imperial banquets of the King of Qin were just like this, which shows that Zhuang Huizi was indeed sincerely grateful. Otherwise, with his humble and simple nature, it would be impossible to waste it.

"It's nothing. I'm discussing the murder downstairs, and my voice is a little loud."

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly with a smile on his face, stretched out his chopsticks and feasted. The sand snake beside him quickly got up and poured another glass of wine for him knowing the right time.

Zhuang Huizi and Qing Lingzi looked at each other, and didn't understand what Elder Mo was saying, but they raised their glasses frequently, especially Zhuang Huizi, who toasted repeatedly to show their gratitude.

After three rounds of wine, Mo asked to pick up the wine cup and laughed: "Two teachers, there is an old friend of me downstairs. Go downstairs and say hello to them. You can enjoy it slowly here."

At that moment, he turned around and left the seat, but ordered to the Shashe: "Honglian, have a good chat with your brother. Maybe in a while, you will rarely have such opportunities again."

"Yes, the head!"

Shashe immediately responded respectfully. She knew that the head of the sect suddenly went downstairs and must have something important, but she didn't want the Shengru Sect to be involved, so she certainly couldn't follow her.

Mo Wentian left the elegant room and went downstairs to the fourth floor. Of course, those who could eat here were either rich or noble. Even the Jindan Zhenjun did not have a certain status, so he would not have any idea of ​​holding a banquet here.

However, as soon as he walked to the gate of the fairy hall, a crack was creaking inside, as if he was already waiting.

Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and pushed the door forward. Suddenly, two powerful auras rushed towards him. One was as strong as a mountain, as if it had the power to rush over the mountains and seas. The other was as bright as a shadow, as if it was difficult to get rid of it.

"stop!"

However, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the seat in the private room.

Suddenly, the mountain stopped pressing over, and the glimpse also dissipated with the wind. The storm that came in an instant seemed to be calm in an instant, as if it had never happened.

"Master Mo, I haven't seen you for several months, but I'm fine!"

There was a burst of hearty laughter at the table. A middle-aged man with a clear face rose up, took off the black cloak from his head, and came forward with a smile on his face. It was not right. The king of Yue, the king of Yue, Shiqian.

"Duke of Yue, it is rare to meet you here. If you really meet an old friend in a foreign land, you will be revealed."

Mo Wentian was also full of spring breeze, but he did not come forward, but just reached out and said, "There is another friend who doesn't come out to have a drink?"

As he was talking, purple mist filled the room, and an old man in a purple robe appeared out of nowhere, sat beside the Duke of Yue, and sneered, "Your Excellency not only has a very quick ear, but also his eyes are so powerful, which makes me admire you very much."

"Maintain Purple Mist, is it the housekeeper of Tianquan Mansion?"

Mo Wentian looked surprised and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Senior Ziwu, who is known as the first person below the Nascent Soul, has made me feel very respectful."

"You can overheard this Master Mo, I'm talking here."

The purple mist shook his head slightly and sighed, "The Yangtze River's previous waves push the next waves, it's really awesome for the younger generation. So, the first person below the Nascent Soul, I'm afraid this title will be given to you."

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it!"

Mo Wentian shook his head quickly, sat in the table as if no one was around, and said with a laugh: "Duke Yue, you are so brave. You are here to discuss killing people blatantly, and you don't have any warnings about the wall?"

"Master Mo, I heard that you have been promoted to the level of a fake infant. It seems that the rumors are not false, but it is gratifying."

Speaking of this, Yue Shiqian looked sincere and said in a deep voice: "I believe you are interested in the person I want to kill. I have to ask Master Mo to help me."

"oh?"

Mo Wentian looked at the purple mist beside him and seemed to have some realization in his heart. Unexpectedly, behind the weak Yue Kingdom, there was a giant like Tianquan Mansion standing. At this time, he had already guessed who the person he was going to kill?

However, as Yue Shiqian said, he did have a strong interest in hunting this person.
Chapter completed!