This young man, who had set foot on the mountains and rivers of Yuxuan Kingdom for the first time, was alone, with his hands on the back of his head, looking at the prosperous capital city with lights like daylight.

He twitched the corners of his lips and muttered to himself: "Immortality is the prison of immortality, and eternal life is the price of eternal life."

The figure disappeared in a flash.

Over at the wine shop at the foot of the mountain, the beautiful woman was closing the door. She turned to look at the young man walking slowly, and said with a charming smile: "Sir, I'm sorry, the wine shop is closing."

The young man smiled and said: "Since we are open for business, it won't take long."

The woman frowned. If she couldn't see the depth of the other party's moral character, she wouldn't care about the wine money. She forced a smile on her face and said, "Sir, the wine shop is small, but the drinks are expensive."

The young man nodded and said, "No matter how expensive the price is, I won't be afraid. Mrs. Song will keep it in Ma Yanshan's account."

The woman's heart tightened, and an embroidered shoe gently ground the soil with her toes unnoticed, pulling each other with the golden body enshrined in the Zhe'er Mountain Temple.

The young man walked slowly towards the wine shop, but when his first step touched the ground, the Mountain Goddess was horrified to find that she had lost contact with the temple.

Just as the young man and the stiff mountain goddess were about to pass each other, he suddenly stretched out his hand, put his arm around her neck, and dragged her back. He walked a few steps, probably because he disliked her for being a burden, and lightly

With a slight push, the beautiful woman fell into the shop. The young man walked into the shop, sat down on the ground, put one hand on his knees, and waved, "Hurry, make two pots of the shop's most expensive wine. The older the better."

The woman stood up swaying, trembling with fear, and said in a trembling voice: "The little god Zhe'ershan Song is plump, I dare to ask the immortal master's name."

"I'm lucky, I got a good baby, and I have the same surname as Ma Yanshan."

The young man grinned and said, "Since you have such a good relationship with me, my precious brother, just call me by my name, Ma Kuxuan."

Song Fu's face turned pale.

Ma Kuxuan asked: "Why, you want me to cook wine for you personally?"

While Zhe'er Mountain God was busy making wine, Ma Kuxuan was facing the door of the shop, holding his chin in one hand, staring at the dense clumps of weeds growing by the roadside.

If he doesn't come to the capital of Yuxuan Kingdom, he will probably have no choice but to collect the body.

It’s interesting to say that he in Xinghua Lane and the mud-legged guy named Chen in Mud Ping Lane, a fool in the eyes of his peers, a broom star who was afraid of being avoided, and later the hometown he left around the same time, it seems that he loves to make a living in this life.

After traveling far away, they did not spend many years in their hometown.

New grudges turn into old grudges, grudges are like spring grass, and a wanderer travels further and returns to life.
Chapter completed!