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Hu Zhibin and the others came to the third floor of the Zuixian Building, and along the two sides of the stairs, elegant rooms were separated one by one, and the steward took them to one of the rooms.

"Guys, this is our best room, I wonder if you're satisfied?"

Hu Zhibin looked at the elegant environment in the room, a bright window was facing the street, and he could look down on everything below from above, Hu Zhibin nodded with satisfaction.

A few people sat down, and the steward asked, "I wonder how many of you are here?"

Hu Zhibin held Tian'er on his shoulder in his arms and said to the steward: "Have a pot of thyme incense, you can watch the rest, the key is to have more amounts." ”

"Okay, everyone, wait a minute, I'll do it!" the steward quickly left.

After a while, a maid came in with a fine flask, put it on the table and withdrew.

Ho Chi Minh couldn't wait to pick up the flask, it didn't feel very heavy, it was only half a catty, "Why is it so little? It's not enough for me to stuff my teeth!"

Hu Zhibin couldn't help laughing, his brother had competed with the little drunkard Li Chenyu over the years in the Inheritance Tower, coupled with the seduction of his uncle Wang Fugui, the three of them really drank a lot of wine.

The wine in the cultivation realm is made with various immortal herbs and elixirs, called spirit wine, mainly to increase cultivation and restore mana, and after drinking, you can increase cultivation, but the taste is really not very good.

Hu Zhibin also liked to have a few drinks in his spare time in his previous life, especially like burning knives, the taste of strong wine is strong, and the entrance is as hot and strong as fire, which is the favorite of people in temperament.

Hu Zhibin also brewed it in the inheritance tower according to the brewing method of burning knives he had mastered in his previous life, and as a result, the blazing burning knives immediately made everyone in the tower like them, and the old drunkard Wang Fugui forced Hu Zhibin to teach him the brewing method.

The small flask was opened, and a rich aroma filled the room and drifted out through the window.

"It's so fragrant! It's the thousand miles of the drunken fairy building, smell it, ah......!"

"A thousand spirit stones and a pot of thousand miles of incense, when will I be able to take a sip......!"

"It's a supreme product, and it can also increase cultivation, I ......!"

There was a commotion outside, praising the magic of thyme, and Ho Chi Minh poured a small cup for each of them, and drank it with his head held high.

Hu Zhibin glanced at the milky white spirit wine in the glass, took a sip, the rich aroma accompanied by a stream of spiritual power went down to the abdomen, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only a faint aftertaste in his mouth, Hu Zhibin shook his head in disappointment and put down the wine glass.

This kind of spiritual wine is only useful for low-level monks, it can increase the cultivation of mortal and innate monks, and it has no effect on the foundation building period at all, "This can also be called wine?"

It happened that the steward came in to deliver barbecue meat to a few people, and when he heard Ho Chi Minh's words, he couldn't help but be a little displeased, "I don't know what kind of wine can be considered a good wine for this guest officer?"

Ho Chi Minh glanced at the steward, took out a wine jar from the space ring, and covered it with a wine seal, and when he pointed to break the wine seal on it, a light aroma of wine came out.

The aroma of the wine is light but not scattered, the fragrance is not strong, and the smell makes people feel refreshed, Ho Chi Minh poured a glass and handed it to the steward, "Drink it in one gulp, don't use cultivation." ”

The steward glanced at the wine like clear water suspiciously, although it smelled good, he had never heard of such wine, and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Ho Chi Minh looked at him a little funny, so he asked, "Why, don't you dare to drink?"

The steward snorted, and tilted his head and poured a glass of wine into his mouth.

The expression on the steward's face instantly became wonderful, first red, then purple, and finally ruddy, and the expression on his face gradually soothed.

After a while, the steward muttered to himself: "It is as hot as fire, as if a flame is burning, and its nature is like a rigid one, like a mass of righteousness stored in the chest, long and long, good wine!

The steward recovered from his intoxication and looked eagerly at the remaining jar of wine in Ho Chi Minh's hand, "This ...... Is there a name for such a good wine? I wonder which master made it?"

The soju refined by Hu Zhibin is different from the previous life, and the refining materials used are also incomparable to the previous life, and the refined soju is more fragrant and mellow.

Ho Chi Minh said proudly: "This wine is called Flame Burn, as for the person who refines it, ......!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the younger brother next to him, and when he saw him shaking his head slightly, he said: "The person who refines is an unborn master, how can he manage things, how is it better than your thyme?"

The steward's attention was completely attracted by the wine jar, and he couldn't wait to grab it and taste it himself, so he couldn't help but respond to Ho Chi Minh's question: "Good, good, thyme can't compare, compare ...... Ugh!"

The steward suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly changed his words: "Both have their own merits, each has its own merits...... The tone was full of unconfidence and hypocrisy.

Ho Chi Minh laughed, didn't say much to the steward, poured a glass for Hu Zhibin and Tian'er, and the two of them drank slowly.

The flame was too strong for a woman to drink, and with a wave of Hu Zhili's hand, a small transparent vial appeared on the table, containing a ruby-like liquid.

Hu Zhili took out two more transparent goblets, poured a glass for herself and Tian Tian, shook it slowly, and lowered her head to taste it.

This is also a red wine made by Hu Zhibin in imitation of the previous life, which made several women happy.

The steward originally saw the wine on the table, and even shouted that it was a pity, but such a good wine was drunk by the demon beast, which was really a waste, and when he was secretly distressed, Hu Zhili's actions attracted him again.

Looking at the graceful movements and enjoyment of the two girls, the steward's heart couldn't help but shake, although he didn't know what they were drinking, but he could still guess one or two, the merchant's intuition told him that if he could get the brewing method of these two wines, it would definitely bring unimaginable profits to the Drunken Immortal Building, and even enough to cause a sensation in Sirius.

The steward sensed the seriousness of the matter, hurriedly said goodbye and left, and hurriedly went to the boss to complain.

Hu Zhibin drank slowly, expecting the performance of the steward, but he didn't care, just waved his hand to give Hou San a protective ban.

Hou San can be said to be lucky today, not only was he fortunate to be able to enter the Drunken Immortal Building, but he was even more fortunate to drink the legendary spirit wine, and through the effect of the spirit wine, the cultivation of the eighth layer of the transformation was directly broken through.

After a while, Hou San broke through and reached the ninth layer of metamorphosis, and stood up excitedly and bowed to Hu Zhibin, "Thank you for the perfection of the immortals, Hou San thank you!"

Hu Zhibin waved his hand to lift the ban, "Get up, this is also your chance, you sit down, I still have something to ask you." ”

Hou San hurriedly sat down, "Immortal, please ask, the little one must know everything, and he must say everything!"

Hu Zhibin laughed, "It's not that serious, I'll give you a taste of this." ”

After that, Hu Zhibin waved his hand and took out a jade bottle, uncorked it, poured a cup for Hou San, and let him drink it and taste it.

In the cup is naturally the flame roast brewed by Hu Zhibin, but after blending, it is equivalent to today's forty-two degree liquor, Hou San drank a cup of Qianli Xiang before, and directly entered the cultivation state, and he didn't know what happened later.

Smelling the aroma of wine, Hou San drank it in one sip, and he was not afraid of being murdered.

Suddenly, Hou San stood up, his eyes wide open and his face flushed, and it took a while before he gradually regained his composure, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"How?" asked Hu Zhibin with a smile.

Hou San said with a reminiscence: "Good wine, good wine! Such a good wine is really unheard of, although it does not have the effect of spirit wine, but drinking it to the stomach is like a flame burning, making people's blood boil, and the aftertaste is endless, this is the real wine!"

Hu Zhibin didn't expect Hou San to know a lot about wine, so he asked with a smile: "If this wine sells for five lower-grade spirit stones, will you buy it?"

"Impossible!" Hou San exclaimed, "How can such a good wine only sell for five low-grade spirit stones, even if it is more than a hundred spirit stones." ”

Hou San looked at Hu Zhibin in disbelief, he had been in Qingyuan City for a long time, he had never heard of such a good wine, even the thyme he had just drunk was not comparable, such a low price made him a little unacceptable.

Hu Zhibin learned the information he wanted, smiled indifferently and waved his hand and threw the remaining wine in his hand to Hou San, "The rest is for you!"

......

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and he stopped in front of Hu Zhibin's house, and a group of people walked in under the leadership of the steward, Hu Zhibin's consciousness swept through, and through the window, he found that there were two more teams of guards from Qingyuan City on the street.

The steward said to a middle-aged man in the middle who was covered in gold armor and had a pockmarked face, "Young master, these are the few people. After that, he said to Hu Zhibin and the others: "This is Daoist Wuxi, the son of the city lord of my Qingyuan City, don't you come to see you soon!"

Hu Zhibin glanced at Daoist Wu Xi and didn't get up, but just asked the steward lightly: "I don't know what you are doing here with these people, do we still need the son of the city lord to ask us for a meal?"

The steward didn't expect Hu Zhibin and the others to be angry with him at all, and he was immediately asked, "You ......!"

Daoist Wu Xi next to him waved his hand to stop the steward, and his divine sense swept away and found that a few people were just building a foundation for cultivation, although their bearing was extraordinary, but with his cultivation in the middle of the Dan period, he could take them down in an instant, not to mention that there were so many subordinates around, so there was nothing to worry about.

He smiled and asked, "I don't know where you come from, which sect's disciples are they?"

Ho Chi Minh replied angrily: "What, after a meal, do you still have to ask about the origin? Is this the rule of your Qingyuan City?"

"How can it be, it's just that I saw a few people who had such cultivation at a young age, and I had the heart to get acquainted with it, and I still looked at Haihan. Wu Xi was not angry, with a kind smile on his face.

When the people around saw Wu Xi's expression, they couldn't help but think to themselves, these people are going to be unlucky, others don't know, but they know very well, what kind of person Wu Xi is, 'Smiling Tiger'!

The person who offended him never ended well, relying on his cultivation in the Dan period, and there was a father in the infant stage, who was always lawless, and ruthless, and always looked smiling when he killed, so he was called the smiling tiger.

Hou San was already at a loss for what to do, but he didn't expect that having a meal would attract the smiling tiger of Qingyuan City, and suddenly the excitement just now dropped to the freezing point, and he didn't know if he could escape this catastrophe.

Hu Zhibin squinted his eyes and smiled: "We are all loose cultivators, there is no sect and no sect, I don't know what the young master has to say?"

For the sake of convenience, Hu Zhibin and the others changed their appearance when they came out, and the clothes on their bodies did not have the marks of Fengyun Sect, so they pretended to be loose cultivators.

Wu Xi smiled when he heard this, and asked even more happily: "I heard from my subordinates that there is a good wine in your hands, which can be called a good wine, I wonder if you can let you taste it?"

Hu Zhibin also smiled happily, glanced at the steward and said, "What's so difficult about this, as long as you pay for the spirit stone, the good wine is enough!"

The surroundings were stunned, even Hou San was like ashes, the dignified Jiedan monk asked you to build a foundation monk to drink, that was to give you a big face, you still dare to ask for spirit stones, you really want money and don't want to die! The people around shook their heads one after another.

Although Wu Xi was surprised, there was no change on his face, and he still asked with a smile, "I don't know how many spirit stones are needed?"

Hu Zhibin looked at Wu Xi, although this person was always smiling, but the killing intent in his eyes still could not escape Hu Zhibin's divine sense, and he smiled and said: "It's good to say, since you are the son of the city lord, you have to give face, so let's do it, a cup of ten thousand spirit stones, the young master is willing!"

The person brought by the steward suddenly quarreled, "Boy, you are looking for death, you dare to ask for money with us, you don't want to live!"

"What kind of broken wine, dare to have a cup of ten thousand spirit stones, you are so easy to deceive when we are young masters!"

"Young master, what do you have to say to him, take it directly, let the little ones entertain him, and let him know that Qingyuan City is not a place for him to go wild......!"

At this time, a lot of people also gathered outside the Drunken Immortal Building, asking what was going on, and they actually provoked the guards in the city, and everyone watched and wanted to see the excitement.

Wu Xi stopped the noisy crowd and looked at Hu Zhibin, the killing intent in his heart became even more violent, and he squinted his eyes and asked lightly: "Are you sure about a cup of ten thousand spirit stones!"

Hu Zhibin laughed, his voice came outside through the window, and he said arrogantly: "Of course, my wine is not something that ordinary people drink, but the dignified young master of Qingyuan City, I don't think I care about this little money!"