It turns out that Zuixian Pavilion is not just the scene outside, it turns out that the Old Wine Street is not on the ground either.
After passing through the stone platform behind the old man, there was another space inside, and then went down an unknown number of steps and entered another world.
To be precise, we have entered a real old wine street, an old wine street filled with the real aroma of wine.
Su Fan followed Lin Xiaofeng and looked around, sighing in his heart. This underground city is all man-made.
Moreover, this city is extremely exquisite, equipped with everything, and crowded with people.
The whole city is illuminated with lights. Although one light is not enough to illuminate, the whole street is lit with lights, and the scene is extremely beautiful.
From time to time, the sounds of sales could be heard from stores everywhere, and customers could make counter-offers.
As if it were a bustling market like a normal market, it would be cool and comfortable inside without any discomfort.
Su Fan suddenly turned to Lin Xiaofeng, who was walking slowly forward with his head lowered, and asked: "Why are there no people here in the old wine street outside, and building this city underground is unnecessary."
Lin Xiaofeng replied: "The wine in Old Wine Street is very fragrant and can be spread for more than ten miles. However, the county capital prohibits people from selling wine outside Old Wine Street, so we can only sell it here."
Su Fan frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you not allowed to sell alcohol? Isn't it also allowed in other pubs?"
Lin Xiaofeng smiled bitterly and said, "Have you ever seen a tavern outside the old wine street?"
Su Fan thought about it silently, and after a moment he laughed dryly and said, "I really didn't find it."
Lin Xiaofeng continued: "The county chief said that he was afraid that the black-armored troops in the county capital would drink and cause trouble, so that's why he didn't let the wine in the old wine street flow out."
Su Fan asked curiously: "Heijiajun is a cultivator. How could he get drunk with just a drink and cause trouble?"
Lin Xiaofeng glared at Su Fan and said sarcastically: "Have you forgotten that you almost got drunk after just three times of the old guy's drink?"
Su Fan said helplessly: "But I'm not drunk."
Lin Xiaofeng said: "But the Black Armored Army is not as good as you."
Su Fan was silent, because the wine at Old Wine Street was really good. If he hadn't realized something, he might not have known where he was sleeping at this moment.
The two of them were still walking forward, as if everyone was coming out of the same passage, entering from the same exit and leaving from different stores.
Before he knew it, he had walked no matter how far he had gone. Every time he walked forward, Su Fan would always feel that the taste of the wine was getting weaker.
Now when we walked to the end of the street, there was no smell of wine at the end, or there was another kind of wine, a wine that Su Fan had never tasted before.
It is still Zuixianju, with the elegant words "Jiu" hanging lazily in the air, and the three characters "Zuixianju" like dragons and phoenixes dancing like dragons and phoenixes seeming to take off.
Su Fan walked into Zuixian Residence. The cashier no longer looked lazily, but stood in front of the counter with great respect.
Su Fan smiled and said, "I didn't know your store could sell wine."
Lin Xiaofeng glanced at Su Fan and said disdainfully: "If the wine shop doesn't sell wine, where can we sell it?"
The cashier looked at Su Fan calmly and said, "We don't sell alcohol in this store."
Lin Xiaofeng said anxiously: "We don't sell wine, but we still have the sign of a wine shop."
The cashier didn't even look at Lin Xiaofeng and just said: "If you, sir, want to drink, we can let you drink as much as you want."
Su Fan smiled and said: "In that case, I won't be polite and go to the bar."
The accountant said nothing. He turned around and walked into the back hall, perhaps giving some instructions.
After a while, a huge wine jar was lifted out by one hand of the clerk.
The huge wine vat was extremely disproportionate to his thin body. How much strength was required to lift the wine vat that only five people could lift.
Besides, he is still a human being.
Su Fan looked at the tent in surprise, even more surprised than when he saw Lin Xiaofeng blocking the dark horse.
The cashier gently threw away his hand, left the wine jar at Su Fan's feet, and walked back to the counter.
Su Fan was stunned. Lin Xiaofeng took out two large bowls from nowhere and handed them to Su Fan silently.
Su Fan laughed twice, took the big bowl, scooped out a large bowl of wine, and put it into his mouth.
The wine was very light, very light. There was almost no alcohol smell, just like water. Su Fan frowned slightly.
Lin Xiaofeng already drank: "What kind of wine is this? Are you afraid that I can't pay the bill? You are using water to trick us."
The clerk said coldly: "How can you care about the taste if you drink from a bowl? What's the harm with good wine and clear water."
Lin Xiaofeng didn't know how to defend himself for a moment, because he couldn't care about the taste of the wine when he poured wine from a bowl.
Su Fan smiled lightly and said, "Your Excellency, you are quite familiar with drinking. I don't know how to drink."
The clerk sneered: "Who is drinking?"
Su Fan said: "Of course I drink it myself."
The accountant said: "Then you need me to teach you how to drink it."
Lin Xiaofeng was already impatient and said angrily: "You really talk a lot."
Su Fan remained silent, placing a bowl of wine in the second jar and sipping the wine, which was as clear as water.
After a long time, Su Fan said with a smile: "I wonder if Senior Zuixian is still convenient. I would like to meet you, junior."
The accountant finally smiled and said: "There are three roads in the backyard, choose one and keep going forward. If Zui Xian wants to see you, he will naturally appear."
The backyard is very quiet, so quiet that you can't even hear the noisy market outside.
Su Fan walked towards a road on the right. Lin Xiaofeng did not follow him. He wanted to drink. Su Fan suddenly realized that this old man who was like a child actually liked drinking more than himself.
The road was very small and could only accommodate one person. Su Fan stepped on the fragrance of the soil and walked towards the depths.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but I heard the sound of birdsong. The sound was very nice and crisp.
Gradually, it suddenly became clear that there was an empty flat land in the middle of the forest.
Withered yellow leaves were scattered on the flat ground, a scene of decay and desolation.
There is an old table in the middle of the flat ground. The table is very small and can only hold a pair of cups and a jar of old wine.
The wine jar was brought because someone was drinking. The person drinking was a young man in white clothes, as white as snow.
It is as white as the snow on the Snowy Mountains, without any trace of color or dirt.
Su Fan paused. After walking for such a long time, he unexpectedly met an unknown young man. He was a little helpless and a little sad.
Drunken Immortal is not a god, nor a practitioner, he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary mortal, but in the eyes of the knowledgeable old man, he seems to be a living god.
However, it was this mortal who attracted Su Fan for some unknown reason. Su Fan did not want to stay in the elegant courtyard of the county capital for a while, so he came to look for him without bothering.
The young man didn't seem to notice Su Fan's arrival. He was still drinking the wine on the table one cup at a time, with his head lowered and calm.
Su Fan walked up to the young man with a smile, sat on the floor, and said harmoniously: "My friend, can you and I have a drink together?"
The young man raised his head. A pair of pupils that looked like thousands of years of ice were embedded in the frightening white face. He just glanced at Su Fan expressionlessly. He was not surprised when Su Fan came, nor was he surprised by Su Fan.
Fan's identity.
The young man lazily pushed a wine glass to Su Fan and drank in silence.
Is this a Drunken Immortal? How could he be so young? Su Fan sighed inwardly, picked up the small wine glass and put the wine into his mouth.