The shopkeeper bowed slightly, holding a fine wine jug in his hand at some point, and sent his hands forward, and said with a smile:

"Immortal Master Su stays, this is the cold river warm brewed by my father, fifty years old."

With Su Xing's sense of smell, he could already smell a trace of intoxicating wine fragrance wafting from the spout of the wine jug, as well as the faint aura contained in it.

Good wine indeed!

Su Xing has bought wine in this hotel a lot of times this year, and he is not unfamiliar with this hotel.

The father he said was an old shopkeeper and a mortal without spiritual roots. However, relying on his first-hand brewing skills, he opened a shop in Fang City, and even further obtained the right of residence of Xianzong.

The wine it brews is quite sought-after, but the old shopkeeper is old, and the matter has been handed over to his son, that is, the middle-aged man in front of him.

However, Su Xing just looked at the other party with a flat face, and did not mean to reach out and take it.

The smile on the shopkeeper's face remained unchanged, he had lived in the market for many years, and the monks had different personalities, and he had a lot of contact.

understood that Su Xing was not the kind of person who liked to take advantage of nothing, and it just so happened that he took out this pot of wine and asked for something, so he beckoned:

"Hu'er, come here, I've seen the immortal master."

A tiger-headed child in the house hurriedly ran over, leaning on the shopkeeper's thigh, his big round eyes glanced at Su Xing a little timidly, raised his head and shouted:

"Daddy!"

"It's not about shouting Dad, it's about calling Immortal Master!" The middle-aged shopkeeper first put the flask on the tray in the small second-hand house next to him. Then he half-squatted with one hand to support Hu'er's face, and the other sleeve carefully wiped it twice, wiping the green snot that was about to fall off Hu'er's face.

"Immortal Master!" Hu'er snorted, leaned on the middle-aged man's leg and twisted it twice, and shouted obediently.

"Hehe, Immortal Master Su, my son looks smart, he is not yet five years old!" The middle-aged man's smile squeezed out the forehead lines deepened, but it showed a bit of sincerity.

Then he held up the delicate wine jug with both hands, his face was a little more sincere, he looked at Su Xing and said:

"The villain doesn't have any special requirements, I just want to ask the immortal master to help see if I have the talent to cultivate immortals?"

Su Xing had heard that from time to time, the owner of the shop would ask his monks, who were monks, to help him see how talented his son was. There will also be a pot of wine, but I didn't expect it to be my turn today.

He thought about it and didn't say no. Hu'er, who was close to the middle-aged man, gently touched the top of the other's head with his hand.

Maybe it's the natural affinity of Fusang's aura, or maybe it's Su Xingsheng's men and women who kill each other, Hu'er stood obediently and didn't show an uncomfortable look.

Fusang's spiritual power poured into Hu'er's body, and the young man did not react to the aura passing through his body, and after sensing it for a while. Su Xing raised his hand and walked outside.

The middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then understood something, patted his son's head, and followed Su outside with a wine jug.

"I don't see any signs of the Spirit Root talent yet." Su Xing said slowly: "But the child is still young, and I can't say for sure in the future." ”

The smile on the middle-aged shopkeeper's face stiffened, and then he reacted, nodded and said a few words, and held the wine jug in front of him:

"Immortal Master Xie Su instructed."

Su Xing didn't say much, accepted the wine, and just used his spiritual power to comb Hu'er's body, which was the reward he deserved.

In fact, he knew that the shop might just want to ask for a few good words, and many other drinkers had done the same in the past.

After all, the cultivation of Qi Realm Divine Consciousness is so strong that it can sense the reaction of the other child's spiritual power, and not many people can do it.

Therefore, many drinkers can just cooperate with a few kind words to exchange for a pot of wine, why not.

The shopkeeper doesn't know it, but sometimes it's just a matter of asking for a lottery.

Of course, this wine is not given for free, generally only regular customers who consume more, middle-aged stores will send a pot of good wine, and by the way, let the other party help to see.

However, this is only for ordinary monks. It just so happened that Su Xing's divine sense was strong, and he could do basic probing of the other party's talent.

Glancing at Su Xing's unstoppable footsteps, the shopkeeper didn't think much about it, as a mortal, living in the world of monks, he never dared to think about it.

Turning around and walking into the house, looking at the tiger who was still snotty not far away, he suddenly realized. This immortal master specially brought himself outside the door, probably because he was afraid that Hu'er would hear about it.

Remembering that every time I always asked the monks to evaluate Hu'er's talent in front of me, this was the first time that a monk took him to avoid the child.

couldn't help but be stunned, took two steps forward, held up Hu'er's face, and the middle-aged shopkeeper was about to wipe Hu'er's snot with his sleeve.

In the past two days, the child has caught a cold, and the problem is not big, it is to grow old and have a green nose.

However, the "little green dragon" that the tiger always keeps rooting has magically never poked its head out again, and the tiger's big eyes are black and shiny, full of aura.

It's like...... The new sprouts after the rain are full of vitality.

The shopkeeper was a little puzzled, held up Hu'er's chin, looked at it, and then said:

"Your little snot is all of a sudden, it's weird. Forget it, go play it yourself! ”

"I don't know, it's good to touch it just now!" The tiger answered, like a liberated rabbit, and ran into the house.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, and hurriedly grabbed the second child next to him, and said:

"That immortal master just now, do you remember what it looks like!"

"The shopkeeper, the immortal teacher and student are like immortals in the sky, and they can't forget it." Xiao Er saw that the shopkeeper's reaction was a little big, so he hurriedly responded.

"In the future, this immortal master will come to our hotel again, and he will get fifty years of good wine."

"Shopkeeper, what about the price?"

"It's still thirty years!"

......

In the distance, Su Xing walked leisurely on the way back to the mountain alone.

Fusang's spiritual power is deep and long, and the spiritual power that had just been spent on combing the child has been restored this time.

After a while, he walked up to the peak of Yuli.

But he did not return to Xiaoxuan Mountain, and then walked on the highest peak of Yuli Peak.

It is a lonely peak, with a steep mountain and craggy stone walls, and there are no monks living here.

Su Xing seemed to be familiar with the road, relying on his strong physique, he climbed like a leap in the mountains, and he had reached the top of the mountain in a short time.

"Senior Brother Yan, Su Xing is here to bother again." Su Xing looked at a big stone in the distance and said softly.

On a big rock, but I don't know when a man was lying. Monks swallow spiritual energy, and are generally born clean, plus they are always clean, and there are very few filthy people.

But the person in front of him didn't seem to have any image, his blue clothes were almost black, and his dirty hair was scattered behind him, or on his face, covering his eyes.

The whole person was lying on the stone, facing north, and the eyes under his hair seemed to be open and closed, and he was sleeping.

There was no reaction to Su Xing's voice, as if he hadn't heard it.

"The wine is coming, the cold river is warm, and there is a jar of fifty years." Su Xing didn't care, and said to himself.

With a thud, the dirty man sat up from the stone.