The coachman took his flask, immediately grunted, took a big sip, and the satisfaction on his face did not fade for a long time.

"Good wine, good wine! I can't imagine that the old man can drink such good wine in his lifetime, and when I think about the wine I drank before, it is like horse urine in comparison. ”

The coachman, who looked happy, grabbed the wine jug tightly with both hands, buckled it on his lower abdomen, and then the fingers that strangled the wine jug were faintly white because of the excessive force, as if he was afraid that someone would rob him of the wine in the wine jug.

Long Zun smiled, monkey wine is a treasure for martial arts realm cultivators, and it is even more rare for ordinary people.

"Don't drink too much, just take one sip at a time. Long Zun kindly reminded.

It's not that the coachman can't drink all the monkey wine in the jug at once, but if he drinks it that way, the effect of the monkey wine is wasted.

"Good, good, good, such a good wine, naturally you have to save it. The coachman put away the flask like a baby.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage in front of him was lifted, revealing a head, looking left and right, and finally staring at the carriage where Long Zun was, "Who was drinking just now?"

"It's a small sip of wine, the weather is too hot, take a sip of wine to relieve fatigue, rest assured, the old man has been driving for many years, and he will never miss your business. The coachman said with a smile.

In fact, the person in the carriage was not the owner of the caravan, so he didn't have to accompany him with such a smiling face, but the identity of the other party's cultivator, that is, the owner had to accompany him with a good face, not to mention that he was a chauffeur.

"What wine? The other man got out of the carriage directly, walked to the coachman's side, stretched out a hand, and pointed to the flask on the coachman's waist unceremoniously.

His demeanor and movements, as if what he had done were taken for granted, did not take the owner of the flask, the coachman, seriously at all.

"This ......" The coachman was reluctant, and finally got such a pot of good wine, where was he willing to hand it over for nothing, but he didn't dare to offend the person in front of him.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Long Zun picked up his wine gourd, pulled out the spout on it, and took a sip of the monkey wine inside, deliberately letting some monkey wine flow out of the corners of his mouth.

Don't look at the little monkey wine that only flowed out, suddenly the aroma of the wine overflowed, what is the fragrance of ten miles, what is the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, smelling the rich aroma of monkey wine, it will suddenly make people who love wine lose their minds instantly.

The monkey wine in Long Zun's hand came from the Golden Retriever Monkey King of the Black Fog Mountain, and when his cultivation was still low, these monkey wines were no less than a panacea, allowing him to improve his cultivation like a rocket.

Cultivators who have cultivated to the Great Martial Master Realm can still say, even if they see Long Zun's monkey wine, they will be surprised at most, but when they cultivate to the Great Martial Master Realm, it is not very useful to drink these monkey wines, and they are only regarded as ordinary wines, and the attraction is naturally not very strong.

However, for cultivators below the Great Martial Master Realm of the team, the monkey wine in Long Zun's hand was no less than an elixir, and it was very attractive, and after just smelling it, he couldn't wait to take it into his arms immediately.

"This wine is yours?" the other party's gaze shifted from the coachman's wine jug to the wine gourd in Long Zun's hand.

He is a person who knows the goods, and his cultivation is stuck in the samurai realm, and when he smells the monkey wine in Long Zun's hand, he naturally knows what is in that gourd.

For ordinary people, it is just a gourd of fine wine, but for a cultivator like him, it is a gourd of elixir for cultivation.

"Yes, my monkey wine. Long Zun patted the wine gourd in his hand with his hand.

After seeing it, the corners of the other party's eyes jumped, for fear that the wine gourd would be broken by Long Zun's slap, so that all the monkey wine inside would be scattered.

"Make a price! I'll get all of your gourd's wine. ”

"Not for sale. After speaking, Long Zun snorted, took another sip, and sighed, "Good wine, good wine." ”

The other party was distressed when he saw Long Zun's appearance, and Long Zun felt like he was drinking his wine every time he took a sip, "Ten taels of gold, buy your gourd wine." ”

"Hehe!" Long Zun snorted twice with the corner of his mouth cocked, not even glancing at the young man opposite.

Ten taels of gold is like buying a gourd monkey wine, really treating him as an ordinary person, so easy to fool!

At this time, the young man who was called Brother Ye in the carriage also stepped down from the carriage, glanced at Long Zun, and said in a calm tone: "My brother Chen is a good wine person, and I hope you will cut your love, otherwise, we will give a little more silver, fifteen taels of gold, to buy your gourd wine." ”

Long Zun lifted his eyelids, glanced at the two people with drooping eyelids, just sneered, and then ignored them.

The young man surnamed Ye was hung there directly, or was he hung there by an ordinary person, and a wave of anger appeared on his face.

He thought that it was already a great honor for him and a general employer to be able to speak so politely, and he dared to hang him there.

"What do you have to say to him, this kind of opportunity is not something that he can have as an ordinary person. The young man surnamed Chen next to him was anxious, and he couldn't help but grab it if he wanted to.

"A few, a few, a little bit. The coachman looked like he was about to fight, but of course, the person he was bullying was the young man in his carriage.

Just got a pot of good wine from the other party, and I had a good impression in my heart, so I naturally didn't want to see the other party being bullied, but I couldn't afford to offend the two big people in front of me, so I had to persuade: "Don't worry, the old man will persuade him." ”

The young man surnamed Ye nodded at the coachman, and gave the young man surnamed Chen another look.

The young man surnamed Chen naturally wouldn't refute the other party's face, and he couldn't run anyway, so he stood aside with his hands on his shoulders.

The coachman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, approached Long Zun's side, and said in a low voice: "Little brother, heroes don't suffer immediate losses, we are just ordinary people, we can't afford to offend these big people, so if we can't sell them wine, if you think the money is less, the old man will come out, let them have more, you can see it!"

"I won't sell this wine, don't say that they will sell a dozen taels of gold, that is, one hundred and two thousand taels, and it is not worth my gourd monkey wine. Long Zun patted the wine gourd.

The coachman naturally didn't believe that there was a hundred taels of gold or wine in this world that couldn't be bought for a thousand taels of gold, just as an excuse that Long Zun was unwilling to sell.

The coachman, who didn't want to see him suffer, said again: "The old man knows that you are reluctant to sell your little brother, but if you don't sell it to them, they will rob it. ”

After hearing this, Long Zun laughed, "As long as they can snatch it, I will give them this gourd monkey wine for free." ”

When the coachman heard this, he knew that he couldn't do better, and one party would definitely want the gourd wine, but the other party would not sell it, so he could only do it in the end.

However, he didn't want to see Long Zun being bullied too much, maybe it was also the dissatisfaction of ordinary people with those cultivators, so he said to the two people surnamed Chen and Ye: "Two, the little one also has a pot of that kind of wine here, and it is guaranteed to be poured out of that little brother's wine gourd, or you can take the small pot of wine and don't take a penny." ”

The coachman took his flask from his waist with a painful look on his face.

(End of chapter)