An Xian took out the deacon token and shook it in front of Wuhua. "From now on, you have to listen to me. ”

Wuhua was deflated. "Then listen to you, let's have a good time for a few days. ”

But he made up his mind in his heart that he had to find a way to go first and lure the bad guys away. If he can escape, he will ask his grandfather to pick up An Xian, if he can't escape, An Xian will not be in danger in the fairy ruins, and the people of the sect will come to find An Xian sooner or later.

The two of them left the fangya, and they didn't go far, and there was an extra tail behind them. The charm of the Qiankun bag is too great, and the cultivation of Wuhua and Anxian is not high, who is willing to let go of this kind of fat sheep?

"Feixian Building", the largest hotel in Suzhou.

Wuhua dragged An Xian in, picked a window position on the second floor, and sat down.

The shop children are all mortals, and they are very hospitable. They cherish their work here. "Immortal Master, there are new arrivals today, the Little White Mist Cow, the Ice Blue Rabbit and the Twisted Mang, do you want to have the same thing?"

As soon as I heard the raw materials, I knew that it was a strange beast, and An Xian's saliva was about to flow out. "All three!"

"Do you have any immortal brew?" asked An Xian.

"Yes, we have Baiguo wine, drunken immortal wine, imperial wine shipped from Kyoto, and ......."

"A pot of fruit wine. An Xian said.

After a while, the food and drinks were served.

"Well, this dish really lives up to its reputation, and it is much better than Grandma Wang's. Wuhua took a bite and his eyes narrowed. He didn't pull it his plate because the food was delicious, but immediately grabbed a large chopstick and put it into the Anxian bowl, filling the Anxian small bowl. "Sister, you eat more! Now I know that Grandma Wang has been blind with good things. ”

The Wang Grandma in his mouth was specially responsible for cooking for the low-level disciples of the Ghost Temple. Why is it specifically for low-level disciples to cook? Because only low-level disciples need to eat. The high-level ones are all in the valley. Disciples who have cultivated to a high level, if they want to satisfy their appetites, they need to find their own way, and the sect doesn't care about food. Of course, the disciples with high cultivation have much more monthly offerings and means of making money than the low-level disciples, and they don't look down on the meals cooked by the miscellaneous servants.

Eating the dishes of the fog clip with peace and happiness. It's a delicious dish, but it's not because the chef is good at cooking. "Brother, you eat too. ”

Baiguo wine, An Xian only drank one sip and stopped eating. It's too sweet, the taste of the wine is very light, and the spiritual power contained in the wine is even less pitiful.

An Xian took out the pot of fruit wine that Xiao Hulu gave her and poured a glass for Wuhua. "Brother, you try this, this is the real Baiguo wine! The Baiguo wine here should be called Baiguo syrup. ”

The Baiguo wine brewed by Liyuan is really made from a hundred kinds of spiritual fruits. The raw materials used in the Baiguo wine sold in this store, not to mention whether there are 100 varieties or not, most of them are ordinary fruits.

Wuhua picked up the wine glass and took a sip, his eyes turning crescent-shaped again. The wine slid into the throat, leaving a fragrant aroma in the mouth, and the breath seemed to have a fragrance and fairy spirit escaping.

"This wine...... Sister, you're right! This is the real immortal brew!" Wuhua put down the wine glass, reluctant to drink.

"Brother, why don't you drink it?"

Wuhua smiled innocently. "Sister, I want to save some for my grandfather. ”

An said with a casual smile. "Don't worry, I have something for my grandfather. All you have to do is drink it. This is real wine, not this kind of sugar water. An Xian glanced at the flask brought by the shop, "You can't drink as much as you want." ”

She poured herself a glass and stuffed the fruit wine that the little gourd had given her into her wide sleeve. The flask fell into the Qiankun bag hidden in his sleeve and disappeared.

"Bang!" The next table suddenly slapped the table vigorously, shaking An Xian and Wuhua to look up.

There were three men and one woman sitting at the next table, and the woman among them suddenly got up, walked quickly to the table of An Xian and Wuhua, suddenly raised her foot, and kicked it at the table.

The four men wore monastic robes in a uniform style, one in jet black, all embroidered with silver wings on the cuffs and necklines. Apparently from the same sect.

The woman went down. The table in front of An Xian and Wuhua immediately shattered and collapsed. The dishes and dishes overturned, making a series of shattering sounds.

An Xian reacted quickly, and when she saw the woman coming, she saw the other party's movement and quickly picked up the wine glass.

Wuhua hurriedly rescued his wine glass, but it was too late. The wine glass was caught, but the wine had already been poured out at the moment when the glass toppled over. In the wine glass that Wuhua rescued, there was only a pitiful amount of wine at the bottom of the glass.

The fruit wine splashed on the ground, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, and it wafted out in an instant, filling the room with fragrance.

The diners upstairs looked sideways. However, most diners were only slightly surprised by the strange smell and did not think much about it, and their attention was still on the two sides of the dispute.

Only those senior wine worms were deeply touched by the aroma of wine. One by one, they moved their noses and sniffed hard, as if they had a little less to sniff, and they would suffer a big loss. What kind of wine is this? This aroma is mellow! This spiritual power is pure! Isn't this an immortal brew from the heavenly realm?

The woman who kicked over the table and her classmates also smelled the scent, but unfortunately, they were not good at wine. Smelling such a strange fragrance, but disdainful of it.

Wuhua regretted, looked at the woman, and asked suspiciously: "This senior sister, what do you mean by this?

The woman chirped, "Phew, the ghost slave of the Ghost Temple, dare not be ashamed! Just with the two of you unknowledged soil buns, why should you laugh at my Silver Wing Alliance's hundred fruit wine?"

The Silver Wing Alliance is a first-class sect second only to the four top sects. An Xian used "plastic surgery" to pit them not long ago, and he knew something about the Silver Wing Alliance. She could see that the cultivation of this woman and her companions was on par with her.

Wuhua is a sincere gentleman. He did laugh at the wine in this store just now, but now that he was drunk, he first felt that he was at a loss, blushed, and hurriedly explained: "This senior sister, you have listened to the errand." I was judging the wine of this store, not your Silver Wing Alliance's 100 fruit wines. ”

The three men at the same table with the woman gathered around, glaring at An Xian and Wuhua angrily. One of the men said, "All the immortal ruins have my Silver Wing Alliance's Hundred Fruit Wine for sale! Feixian Tower's Hundred Fruit Wine is bought from my Silver Wing Alliance. ”

Wuhua had the shame of being a thief being hit in front of him, and suddenly opened his mouth and blushed. "This ...... I...... I'm sorry! The kid really didn't know that the owner of the wine was in front of him, and it was the kid who was reckless. ”

But the woman of the Silver Wing Alliance did not give up. "I'm sorry, you belittled my Silver Wing Alliance for its wine in public, and made my Silver Wing League lose face. Say sorry and think about it?"

Ai Ai during the fog period, "Then how can Senior Sister be willing to give up?"

The woman's face turned to the sky and said, "Unless you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy and shout three times: The Ghost Temple is ugly and ignorant of wine, please forgive the Silver Wing Alliance!"

Wuhua's face changed greatly, sparing him as a gentle gentleman, he couldn't help but reprimand angrily: "How can this be true!"

An Xian didn't plan to speak, he just wanted to be a little sister who was a little bird and enjoyed the protection of his brother, but at this time he couldn't help it. She stood up and asked, "Who are you?"