"Donor, it's time to wake up. The little monk lowered his eyes, his hands were folded, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

Luo Song jerked his head up from the table, not knowing when he actually fell asleep. The sun had climbed to the top, and he had sat in this wine shop all morning.

"Little monk, little monk?" Luo Song stood up and looked around, wanting to see if the monk was still around, but he couldn't even see the shadow of the monk's robe.

The bewitching-looking little monk disappeared out of thin air.

"Luo Zhutou, you've been lying here for more than half an hour, and I haven't seen any monks!" Xiao Er, who was standing at the door of the store, watched Luo Song wandering around, muttering about a monk in his mouth, thinking if he was crazy.

He wiped his hands with the white sweat towel hanging in front of his clothes, and responded to Luo Song one by one.

"And we are a wine shop here, how can there be a monk here?" Xiao Er rubbed his hands and laughed.

Yes, what monk would come to the wine shop?

Luo Song thought about it and sat down again, looking a little lost. He glanced at it inadvertently, and found that the wine bowl in front of him was empty, and there was not a drop of wine left in it.

But he clearly remembered that he had just filled it up.

Could it be that he remembered it by mistake, or did he drink it and forget it when he was drunk? Luo Song patted his head vigorously.

After a while, he took out five taels of silver from his pocket, put it on the table, and quietly left while Xiao Er was back to the store.

This tavern is also a small business, how can Luo Song be willing to let him lose money?

As Luo Song's figure disappeared into the small tent made of gray cloth, on the high wall of the Qixian City in the distance, a white figure was leaning against the stone wall, looking at the passers-by coming and going below.

His fingertips were surrounded by a spring of liquid, which seemed to have been given a soul, frolicking like a fish as his fingertips sliped.

When he had had enough, he pointed and put all the clear spring into his mouth, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"What a good wine!" a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The monk, to be precise, lay down lazily on the city wall after drinking, facing the dazzling sunlight, looking at the visitors entering the city.

They were all in a hurry, carefully tucking their bags under their armpits, and quietly glancing around to see if anyone was coveting their belongings.

But they didn't notice that there was a man lying there on top of the high wall, with a playful smile on his lips.

The human heart is always like this, if the heart is not good, everyone looks like a bad person. Wu Nian shook his head slowly.

Suddenly, a figure caught his attention, and a man in the crowd had a haggard look on his face. The stubble is messy, and I don't know how long it hasn't been removed. The gray robe he was wearing was still white in a few places, making it impossible to tell whether he was white or gray, and there was a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

Every time he walked in front of a tavern, he would stop. Closed his eyes and sniffed at the door for a while, looking intoxicated, and he was a drunkard who was addicted to alcohol.

"Li Zongsheng, I can't imagine that after 12 years, you will change so much. A look of surprise appeared on Wu Nian's face.

He remembered again that at the twelfth year of the Immortal Ascension Conference, Li Zongsheng looked like he was ready to fight to the death.

At that time, he was still handsome and chic, suave, and had the demeanor of a master in every gesture, and Wu Nian also admitted that he was difficult to entangle.

However, a small competition, what won was just a false name, and Wu Nian didn't care, so he simply gave it up and made a favor.

It's just that I didn't expect that this matter would become a criticism from the mouths of the elders of the other three temples. But he didn't care, when it was their turn to take care of the affairs of the Qianguang Temple!

"It's not time for us to meet, we'll see each other soon. Monk Wunian lazily sat up from the city wall and turned over.

There was no white figure on the city wall for a long time, as if it had just landed on the top of the city wall, it was just a tired white dove.

Li Zongsheng came all the way along Shushan, although he did not have a sword. But the true qi under his feet surged, and the journey of more than 400 miles was just a foot of incense for him.

As soon as it was noon, he came to the city of Qixian, looking for fine wine everywhere.

After drinking wine for more than ten years, Li Zongsheng has already reached the point where he knows how good it is and how it tastes as soon as he smells the aroma of the wine.

He searched all the way from the gates of the city, but could not find a wine worthy of filling the jug.

After walking slowly for a few hundred meters, Li Zongsheng stopped in front of a small wine shop, and he sniffed the residual aroma of wine in the air.

"That's the smell, that's the smell. His eyes widened, as if he had smelled the most fragrant wine in the world.

This is the small wine shop that Luo Song left just now, and when Xiao Er walked out, he found the broken silver left by Luo Song, so he had to reluctantly withdraw his waist.

He was about to take away the half jar of his daughter's red and wine bowl that Luo Song had not finished drinking, when a homeless man like a drunkard walked up to the door.

He was gasping for breath as if he had an epilepsy, and he was still talking nonsense.

"Do you want to drink?" Xiao'er greeted the drunkard who looked like a homeless man while wiping the towel around his neck where Luo Song had sit.

He doesn't seem to have much money, and he should only be able to afford rice wine.

"Yes, yes, yes. Li Zongsheng nodded as if the chicken pecked rice, he seemed to be really impatient, and reached out to take out the money in his arms.

His hand grossed in his arms for a while, and he only took out ten pennies.

He held it in both hands and put it on the table with a trembling look of anticipation.

Xiao Er glanced at Li Zongsheng, and then at the ten cents on the table, which seemed to be stained with sweat stains on his body.

But no matter how you say it, it's money, Xiao Er turned around and scooped a scoop of rice wine from the vat, walked over and handed it to Li Zongsheng.

Li Zongsheng excitedly held the scoop in the palm of his hand, took a deep breath of wine intoxicated, and his face suddenly collapsed.

Xiao Er didn't expect the homeless man in front of him to change, he stepped forward, grabbed Xiao Er's shirt fiercely, and lifted him high, with a fierce look on his face.

What's even more terrifying is that this homeless man is infinitely powerful, and no matter how desperately Xiao Er struggles, he can't shake him a bit.

"You're fooling me with this broken wine, bullying me is easy to talk about, isn't it?" Li Zongsheng waited with his eyes, eager to eat the struggling person in front of him.

"Big brother, big brother, what kind of good wine can you drink for ten cents, it's a big deal how much you want to drink, can you drink as much as you want from the wine jar at the door?" Only then did he know that this homeless man had some backgrounds, and it was better to take a step back.

Anyway, this tank is so big, even if he drinks ten catties, it is only a drop in the bucket.

"No, Lao Tzu is not so easy to pass. Li Zongsheng's eyes widened, a pair of eyes turned on the table, saw Luo Song's leftover half of the altar of daughter red, and licked his lips.

"Unless, unless, give me half a jar of wine. ”

"Good, good, give, give. Xiao Er nodded hurriedly, anyway, this half jar of wine is also left over by others, so it is better to use it to send away this difficult homeless man.

Li Zongsheng put Xiao Er down from the air this time.

I opened the jar and took a deep breath, with an obsessive look on my face.

"That's what it tastes like, it's such a good wine!" he couldn't help but sigh.

Then he picked up the jar and drank it with a clatter, but he only took two sips before putting it down, carefully taking out the flask from his waist.

He pulled off the lid of the jug and stretched out his hand, and the wine in the jar ran out of the jar by itself, turned into a trickle, and went straight into the gourd.

Li Zongsheng was still not satisfied, he raised the wine jug again and aimed at the big vat at the door.

What made Xiao Er jaw-dropping happened, the wine gourd was like a creature with an amazing lung capacity, slowly sucking the rice wine in the wine tank.

Soon the wine in the vat was falling in a straight line, and soon there was no vat. But Li Zongsheng's wine gourd was still unfinished, and he continued to suck the wine non-stop.

Xiao Er was almost stunned, not only because the wine flew into the wine gourd by itself, but also because the seemingly small wine gourd could hold so much wine.

The wine vat soon bottomed out, and Xiao Er looked at the empty bottom of the vat in shock, not knowing what to say for a while.

After all, he let Li Zongsheng drink it casually, but he didn't expect that an inconspicuous little gourd on his waist would "drink" a full vat of wine.

It wasn't until he sucked the last drop of wine in the vat that Li Zongsheng put the lid on it. He patted the gourd's skin and left the small wine shop satisfied, leaving Xiao Er alone in a daze.