Chapter three hundred and eighty-fifth, the world of mortals enters the altar, and immortals drink like...
Qi Fan moved the tip of his nose lightly, smelling the faint fragrance of wine floating in the alley.
Nodding slightly, "Not bad."
The smile on the young man's face became even brighter when he heard this, and he rubbed his fingers vaguely, "What do you think, Taoist Priest?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a golden light falling into his pocket.
He quickly reached out and took it out, put it to his mouth and bit it gently, his eyes lit up.
He immediately raised his hands to Qi Fan who had already stepped into the Immortal Residence and said, "Thank you so much, Taoist Priest, Taoist Priest is very generous."
"The Taoist Master will definitely be able to cultivate the Tao of Immortality, and he will be proud of the Nine Heavens."
Then he grinned and left. With such a little piece of gold, he wouldn't have to work for at least a month.
Qi Fan, who had already entered the Immortal Residence, looked around.
In the small building, there are three old wooden tables.
Decoration without any special features can no longer be ordinary.
It's exactly the same as the shabby facade, there is no hidden secret...
I don’t know whether it’s because the time has not come yet or because business is bleak.
There were only two guests in the house, one was a young man about the same age as Qi Fan, and the other was a down-and-out man.
The two of them drank by themselves without paying any attention to Qi Fan who came in. He seemed to enjoy the wine here very much.
However, the obvious alcoholism in the downcast man's eyes meant that he was obviously drunk.
The hunched boss at the counter said sleepily to Qi Fan: "You can take what you want. There is wine on the wall."
As he spoke, he pointed to the wine rack against the wall, and then fell asleep again.
Qi Fan smiled, but shook his head inwardly. With such a boss, it is not bad to have two guests in this Immortal Residence...
Then he walked to the wine rack and looked at it.
Not many, just three kinds, but the names are more "crazy" than the last!
In the first row is a jade bottle one or two fingers wide, with the three characters Xianrenmian written on it.
There is also a line of small words next to it, 'The immortal rides on the wind and wants to travel far, but he takes a sip and intoxicates the world.'
In the second row, there is a yellow-brown wine pot with the three characters "Xianren Shen" written on it.
There is also an inscription, "The fairy smiles from afar in the blue sky, and two ounces of it go into the throat to clear the turbidity."
In the third row is a large wine jar with the three characters "Xianren Chou" written on it.
Looking at this line of small characters, Qi Fan couldn't help but feel a little lost in thought, and whispered softly, 'The rolling dust of mortals enters the altar, and the immortal will be sad even if he drinks.'
He shook his head and smiled, "It's interesting."
He reached out and picked up the large jar of wine, walked to the unoccupied table and sat down.
Three people, three tables, three different drinks.
With a 'pop' sound, the wine jar was opened by Qi Fan, and a strong sour smell suddenly spread in the small building...
Like swilling...
Whether it was the young man drinking by himself opposite or the down-and-out man who was drunk, they all frowned.
He raised his head and glanced at Qi Fan, his eyes were very unhappy.
Obviously, they don't like this so-called immortal sorrow.
Of course... Qi Fan is a little uncomfortable with this taste...
No wonder they both chose the other two.
If I had known it tasted like this... I probably wouldn't have chosen this jar bar.
He smiled apologetically at the two of them.
Then he shouted to the counter: "Boss, are you sure this wine is drinkable?"
The hunchbacked boss turned around and said lazily: "Don't worry, the poison won't kill you."
"This Immortal Chou smells a bit unpleasant, but the taste is not bad."
Hearing his words, Qi Fan couldn't help but be a little surprised. The boss is so confident?
I just looked at the turbid wine in the bowl, but I didn't dare to drink it...
After thinking twice, he bit the bullet and picked up the wine bowl.
If this boss dares to deceive himself, then let this self-proclaimed immortal’s boss see what a Taoist is today!
He took a tentative sip.
Suddenly his forehead was condensed, and the next moment his eyebrows were raised, and then he showed a strange look.
Then he closed his eyes and slowly realized it, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
In just two breaths, the expression on Qi Fan's face has changed several times.
After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and praised three times in succession, "Good wine, good wine, really good wine!"
This is not flattery, but Qi Fan really feels this way.
But this look made the young man opposite him look surprised and doubtful. Can the Immortal Chou drink?
He still remembered that the first time he drank the Immortal Sorrow, he spit it out. It was sour and astringent! He couldn't swallow it!
When he heard someone praising his wine, the hunchbacked boss also raised his head slightly, "Good wine? What's so good about it?"
Qi Fan replied without hesitation: "It's good in my heart, it's good in the wine, it's good in the rolling world of mortals."
"This wine, when sour and astringent enters the throat, turns bitter, then turns spicy, then turns sweet."
"All four flavors are gathered together, but they are not obtrusive, but extremely appropriate. One point more is too much, and one point less is too little."
"How similar is it to this rolling world of mortals?"
"This is really the first time I have tasted such a magical wine."
The hunchbacked boss glanced at Qi Fan with a hint of surprise, "You're not bad."
"It seems that the Taoist Master is a real wine connoisseur. It's rare to meet someone who understands it. I'll treat this wine as a gift to you."
Qi Fan was not polite, poured another bowl and signaled to the boss from a distance, "Thank you very much, boss."
Immediately, silence returned to the room again, except for the sound of drinking that could be heard from time to time.
Perhaps it was because the smell in the room was really unpleasant, but not long after, the other two people put the drink money on the table, shook their sleeves and left.
Qi Fan glanced at the young man's figure and thought to himself,
'Looking at his vague true meaning of thunder, I think he is a Nascent Soul monk from the Tiangang Sect.'
"I just have a drink for some reason. Why are you so cautious?"
'Isn't it true that Tiangang Sect prohibits drinking?'
If he hadn't noticed the aura of Lei Dao's true meaning outside the door, he might not have walked in.
Shaking his head and no longer thinking about these things, Qi Fan still felt that this wine was more rare than the leaving Tiangang Sect monks!
After a long while, half the jar of wine was down.
With every sip, many memories come flooding back to my mind.
Counting these decades in detail, I let out a long sigh.
Then he put down a piece of gold and walked out. The wine was worth the price.
From beginning to end, the hunchbacked boss didn't open his eyes and didn't care at all whether anyone paid for the drink.
However, after a long while, a sentence as thin as a mosquito floated out of his mouth, "All methods and Tiangang have gone down the mountain..."
"The Heavenly Tower is about to open, and the summit is coming."
"The destiny of heaven is great, and all the sects are competing for the upper hand."
"It seems like it's not advisable to stay here for a long time, otherwise those old guys might come looking for Old Turtle..."
After he finished speaking, where could there be any immortal residence in the alley? There was only a dilapidated house.
However, Qi Fan said that not far away, he heard a scolding, "I asked you to go practice, why don't you come here and drink secretly?"
"What's wrong? My words don't work?"
Then he saw the young man from before standing cautiously in front of a man in purple robes.
He whispered: "No, no, brother, I just happened to walk here, so I came to sit for a while..."
[Author's digression]: This chapter took four hours to revise, otherwise it would have been published earlier! I haven't even eaten dinner yet, I'm really going crazy.