The forest was very quiet, so quiet that you could even hear the wind. The young man in white was still drinking a glass of wine while he was drinking.
Su Fan also drank the wine silently. The wine was very light and had almost no alcohol smell. It was the same as the wine he drank at the old man's place and the wine from the wine vat brought out of the tent.
Su Fan couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Are you the Drunken Immortal?"
The young man in white didn't deny it, but remained silent. Could it be that he didn't want to pay attention to Su Fan?
Su Fan had no choice but to continue drinking, because there was no way ahead. If Zuixian was willing to see him, it would be this young man. If not, there would be no chance.
"Drunken Immortals only see those who catch their eyes." The young man in white suddenly said this sentence. It was very sudden and scary, because the voice was very cold, just like the messenger of the netherworld from the Nine Netherworld.
How could a monk be frightened by ghosts? But this sound shocked Su Fan, so frighteningly.
Su Fan asked cautiously: "I wonder if this junior has fallen into the eyes of senior Zuixian."
The young man in white raised his head slightly, his expression still cold, but his voice was somewhat gentle and he said: "How could you have seen it if you hadn't fallen into Zui Xian's eyes."
Su Fan was startled. Even though he had long suspected that the young man in white was the legendary Drunken Immortal, Su Fan was still shocked and his mouth opened wide, not knowing what to say.
The young man in white said again: "It is indeed rare for a monk to have such concentration."
It is indeed rare to have such an ability to be sarcastic, and a monk should not have such an expression on his face.
Su Fan smiled dryly and said, "Sir, are you an immortal?"
The young man in white's eyes turned cold and looked straight into the distance, as if he could see scenes thousands of miles away.
After a long time, he said: "Immortal? It is indeed a state that everyone wants to achieve." This sentence did not seem to be a reply to Su Fan's question, but rather like talking to himself.
Su Fan was stunned and confused.
The young man in white was silent for a long time before he said again: "Drunk Immortal is not an immortal, he is just stronger than mortals."
Su Fan thoughtfully said: "Is it better?"
The young man in white said calmly: "It's just that the older ones are slower."
"The old one is slower."
This seemingly ordinary and ordinary sentence is not so ordinary to Su Fan's ears. Mortals may be better off. For monks like Su Fan, especially those who know more, this sentence is
Extremely dazzling.
The older one is slower, which means that he is a monk. And he is also a very strong monk, at least a monk above Nascent Soul.
Because even the leader of the seven series cannot age slowly, but can only use pills or exercises to maintain his appearance.
Su Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart. He had never seen a monk above Nascent Soul.
Naturally, his trip was not just to make wine, but more to find out which immortal fell in Luoxian City.
After visiting the whole city, there is only one such immortal, the Drunk Immortal, so there is only one immortal who is most likely to be the fallen immortal.
Su Fan fell deeply to the ground and made a great salute. After a moment, Su Fan said respectfully: "Senior, my practice is supreme. I don't know if I can bring the dead back to life."
The young man in white was slightly startled. It was obvious that this question was extremely rude and ignorant.
However, he surprisingly did not ridicule Su Fan. Instead, he helped Su Fan up and asked, "Who is he?"
Su Fan tentatively said: "The parents of this junior."
The young man in white answered quickly this time, almost without thinking before replying: "If you are a mortal, there is no hope."
Su Fan sank his head this time, sinking deeply. Even though he had known this outcome for a long time and how easy it would be to come back to life, this person who had a higher level of cultivation than the leader of the Seven Series had indeed given him this time.
gave him hope.
Su Fan begged this time, begging the young man in white as if it was a reflection of his habit: "Senior, didn't you have the slightest hope of cultivating the state of mind?"
The young man in white paused, looked at Su Fan curiously, and asked, "Do you know the state of mind?"
Su Fan didn't know why the Drunken Immortal asked him this, but he just nodded slightly.
In fact, in practice, the name of the realm is not a secret, but it is only for the realm below the Nascent Soul stage.
There are realms above the Nascent Soul, and there are thousands of ways to practice. Su Fan’s cultivation of the immortal power of heaven and earth is one kind.
The magic flames and killings practiced by immortals and demons are also a kind, but they have the same thing in common: they are both a long and borderless road.
The young man in white nodded slightly and watched silently as Su Fan wondered what he was thinking. Perhaps he was thinking that such a seemingly heroic man could not let go of something he couldn't let go of, such as his parents.
However, how could he know Su Fan's experience, and how could he understand his behavior if he didn't know his experience.
So the young man in white didn't ask anything else. He only whispered four words in a low voice: "You have a mission."
Su Fan stood up suddenly, looked around, and looked somewhat enlightened. He hugged his fist towards the young man in white with an anxious expression and asked, "I don't know when I, the junior, will be able to see my senior again."
The young man in white lowered his head and played with the wine glass in his hand and said, "It depends on the situation."
Three simple words blocked Su Fan's thousands of words. Su Fan remained silent for a long time, and finally returned from the original road to find his mission.
The young man in white clothes was still playing with the wine glass. He looked at the lonely man walking away in the distance and sighed softly.
The moment Su Fan's figure disappeared, a purple shadow walked out from behind the forest.
Ziying stood beside the young man in white, looking a little restrained, as if he had been struggling for a long time before he asked: "Sir, is there really nothing we can do?"
The young man in white said coldly: "I'm not an immortal, but what if I am an immortal? Immortals can't..." As if he found something wrong with his words, he suddenly stopped talking.
Ziying frowned like a flower and said bitterly: "But Su Fan,..."
"I'm not interested in him." The young man in white coldly rejected what Zi Ying was about to say.
Ziying said awkwardly: "But I'm just such a disciple."
The young man in white said impatiently: "You didn't say that last time, it was just that one."
Ziying said extremely depressed: "But you didn't save Ziyun."
The young man in white glared at Ziying and said, "You blame me?"
Ziying said respectfully: "Junior doesn't dare, it's just sir..."
The young man in white mused, perhaps wondering who this Ziyun was, or perhaps he was too lazy to answer Ziying's words, even though Ziying was so shocked by his expression that he could not speak.
After a long time, the young man in white said again: "I can't save mortals."
Ziying whispered: "Then you should save Su Fan."
The young man in white looked slightly angry and said, "Why should I save him?"
Ziying said: "Because you appreciate him. People who don't appreciate you, sir, are not even immortals. What's more, I'm just here to beg you."