Fengdeng Town is most famous for the Drunken Immortal Building, and the most famous for the Drunken Immortal Building is the "Drunken Immortal Wine", which is only available in the Drunken Immortal Building. This is not because this wine was brewed by their Zuixianlou or the Feng family, but by the "Bai Family Wine Workshop", and this small wine shop is not the property of the Feng family.

It stands to reason that as long as you can afford the wine, you should be able to buy this drunken immortal wine at the Bai Family Wine Workshop. But the strange thing is that even if you can afford to pay for the wine, even several times or dozens of times the price, you don't want to buy the wine. But the drunken immortal building can move the wine away at a low price, or even on credit!

It turned out that the ancestor of the Bai family wine shop had received the favor of someone from the Feng family, and in order to repay the favor, the Bai family promised to sell this wine only to their Feng family's drunken immortal building at a loss.

With the advantage of this drunken immortal wine, although there are not many dishes in the drunken immortal building, and the taste is also very average, it is still in full swing.

And the Bai Family Wine Shop is not so lucky, although their wine is very good, and it sells a lot and is very expensive in Zuixian Building, but they have been trading at a loss!

Because, the shopkeeper of this drunken immortal building, Feng Shou Rente, is not a thing, and when he has already pushed the price of people's wine to unprofitable, he still does not give enough people enough silver taels.

If it weren't for the ancestral training, the Bai family would probably not have sold wine to Drunken Immortal Lou a long time ago.

In the small courtyard of the Drunken Immortal Building.

Feng Shouren lifted Feng Wuchen in his hand with one hand, as if he was lifting a little chicken, and he sneered: "Boy, do you still think you are an uncle?"

"Lao Tzu tells you, you're not even as good as a dog now!" he said, and he slammed the wind dust into the wall with a bang, and the solid bluestone wall collapsed into a small crater.

Feng Wuchen bounced off the wall and rolled on the ground seven or eight times before he stopped, struggling to get up and fight again, but only halfway through it, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground again.

When he opened his eyes again, Feng Wuchen found that he was already lying in the pile of damp straw, which seemed to be not much different from a dead dog!

"It seems that I not only overestimated my own strength, but also underestimated the strength of immortal cultivators!" Feng Wuchen thought with a wry smile.

Feng Wuchen thought that using the dagger of his own self-defense and giving Feng Shouren a surprise blow would definitely kill the latter by surprise, and even if he couldn't kill him, he would be seriously injured.

However, with a slight flick of his wrist, all the meticulous preparations of Feng Wuchen were useless......

He moved his body a little, and the sharp pain from his body instantly overwhelmed him, making him faint again.

When I woke up again, the whole pig's head was drenched in water.

"Haha, little bastard, I didn't expect you to have today!" Jiang Ergou shook the wooden plate in his hand proudly, and his face was villainous.

"You ......" Feng Wuchen wanted to scold, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them in his stomach.

People are dying, what's the use of worrying about so much?

Jiang Ergou was very satisfied with his performance of "daring to be angry but not daring to speak", the latter's waist was much straighter than usual, and he was a few points taller than usual.

"Little bastard, call grandpa, I'll let ...... it"

With a cruel smile, Jiang Ergou stepped on Feng Wuchen's chest. Before he finished speaking, Feng Wuchen's eyes closed again and he lost consciousness.

Feng Wuchen fainted again half because he was angry, this should be the most humiliating day he has grown so big.

"Let go of you bastard today, you must survive today, let Lao Tzu teach you a good lesson tomorrow!"

Jiang Ergou kicked Feng Wuchen again, and turned around and left unsatisfied.

The sun sets, the moonlight is shadowy, and the gloomy cellar is like hell.

When Feng Wuchen was half asleep, he suddenly heard a sound of "cooing".

Feng Wuchen thought to himself, "Are they going to release water to drown me?"

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly crept up on his face unconsciously. Although being drowned is not a comfortable way to die, this life of shame and shame is finally over, and it can finally be freed!

He slowly closed his eyes.

It's just that he can't bear his mother's relatives.

Thinking of his mother-in-law, tears can't help but roll down, and he can only do his filial piety in the next life!

I don't know how long it took, but the water never covered me. To be exact, he didn't seem to notice any water flowing down.

The grunt is also a little strange, sometimes far and sometimes near, intermittent......

Feng Wuchen suddenly thought of something and said, "Who?"

"I didn't ...... Someone!" as if an old man hiccuped and said in a long voice.

"You're here to steal wine and drink, right?" Feng Wuchen thought it was an older guy in the Drunken Immortal Building, "Why don't you take it away and drink it again?"

"Kid, aren't you a drinker?" the tone of the voice told Feng Wuchen that its owner was definitely drunk.

"Don't worry, although I'm watching the wine, I will never tell you, you should leave quickly!" Feng Wuchen thought to himself that you are drunk like this, if you don't run again, you will definitely be beaten by a dead fat man, how can this old body stand up!

"Would you be so kind?" said his voice with distrust.

"If you're really afraid that I'll leak the news, you can kill me and set this place on fire!"

"That's a good idea!" Before the voice fell, Feng Wuchen heard the footsteps of "Dangdang".

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Feng Wuchen had the urge to slap himself to death, "What a bad idea I have!"

Killed by someone, or an old man who doesn't have much strength, this way of dying must be very painful!

"Boy, how do you want to die?" the voice was cold and piercing, and the tone told Feng Wuchen that he was not joking.

Turning his face with difficulty, in the dim light, what appeared in front of Feng Wuchen's eyes was a gloomy old face, this old face did not contain a trace of emotion, as if it was a grimace.

Feng Wuchen was shocked in his heart, and the whole person was extremely nervous, although he would think about death all day long, but he really couldn't accept it when death suddenly came to him!

Just when Feng Wuchen's whole body was tense, the old man suddenly burped, clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha...... I've been tricked!"

"Look scares you......," the old man laughed, dancing with his hands.

Feng Wuchen glared at the old man with palpitations, this old man didn't look serious at all, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, I couldn't help but secretly worry that the old man would laugh directly and laugh himself to death.

Although he hadn't seen a few guys from Drunken Immortal Building, and he didn't know this old man, he was sure that this guy was definitely not from Drunken Immortal Building, how could that mean dead fat man tolerate such a crazy old man.

"Crazy old man, run quickly!" Feng Wuchen said angrily, "Be caught by the dead fat man and take care of your old bones!"

"You mean that fat shopkeeper?" the old man swayed all over, as if he would fall down at any moment, and his drunken eyes were full of disdain, "He won't wake up at all if he doesn't sleep until dawn tomorrow!"

"It's you, boy," the old man tilted his head and stared at Feng Wuchen, "you should be careful about your life......"

"No!" the old man suddenly looked shocked, his eyes widened, and he shook his head vigorously, and the wine on his face disappeared.

"Boy, why are the spiritual veins on your body so weird?" the old man sat upright.

At this time, he looked like a master, and there was still a little bit of impropriety.

"Spirit vein?" Feng Wuchen couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Are you an immortal cultivator?"

There are really not many people in the world who know the word "spiritual vein", no wonder this old man dares to steal wine so arrogantly, it turns out that he has a stunt.

The old man was speechless softly, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence, but the pair of eyes staring at Feng Wuchen never moved away: "Tell me about your spiritual vein!"

Feng Wuchen's twisted neck hurt, and he wanted to change his position, but he only moved his arm lightly, and it hurt him to grin and cry bitterly.

"Eat this!"

didn't wait for Feng Wuchen to react, but something had been stuffed into the old man's mouth, bitter, hot, melted when he saw the water, and instantly poured into his stomach.

Suddenly, a stream of heat dissolved in his body, making his whole body begin to itch, as if there were countless small insects crawling around in his body.

After the itching, my whole body began to go numb, as if I had been electrocuted.

After the itching, it is indescribably comfortable.

"Senior, is this a healing elixir?" Feng Wuchen said excitedly.

"Less nonsense!" said the old man angrily, "Hurry up and answer my question!"

"Senior, can't you see that I don't have any spiritual veins anymore?" Feng Wuchen said sadly.

"You were born with a spiritual vein, and the spiritual vein is at least a heaven-level high-grade, right?"

"Yes!" Feng Wuchen's eyes widened in shock, and his gaze at the old man suddenly became much more complicated.

"What happened?" said the old man, a little impatiently.

Later...... "Feng Wuchen truthfully told the old man about his situation.

After hearing this, the old man didn't care about Feng Wuchen's sighs and pain, and he laughed and jumped up: "Sure enough, sure enough! Haha......"

This old man was so blatantly gloating, Feng Wuchen really wanted to rush up and beat him fiercely.

"Boy, worship me as a teacher!" the old man suddenly stared at Feng Wuchen with a hippie smile on his face, "Old man, I will keep you to become a transcendent generation of grandmasters......"

Feng Wuchen closed his eyes wordlessly, turned over and turned to the other side, he was already completely sure that although this old man was an immortal cultivator, he might also have a good cultivation, but at the same time, he was definitely a madman or a big fool.

"Hey, boy, I'm talking to you, if you don't seize such a good opportunity, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life!" The old man gently jumped to the other side of Feng Wuchen, and reached Feng Wuchen's eyes, and Feng Wuchen glanced at him before turning over again.

"Boy, are you willing to live an ordinary life like this......"

Feng Wuchen was really angered by his behavior of sprinkling salt on his wounds, and couldn't help but roar: "Old man, how many times have I told you that I have no spiritual vein, no spiritual vein, can you understand?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed hesitantly: "I thought you didn't want to cultivate immortals!"

Then he said with a glen eye: "Who said you don't have a spiritual vein?"

"Do you still need to say this?" Feng Wuchen said aggrievedly, and tears had unconsciously rolled down from his eyes.

The old man didn't have the slightest sympathy, and gave him a blank look and said, "Ignorance!"

"Boy, old man, let me tell you, not only do you have a spiritual vein, but you are not an ordinary spiritual vein, but the legendary heaven-level superb Five Elements spiritual vein!"

"Five Elements Spiritual Vein?" Feng Wuchen's heart, which had just been hot, cooled down after hearing this word, he was sure that this word, which he had never even heard of, was definitely the old man's nonsense, deliberately using him to have fun, just like the old man deliberately scared him before.

"Roll ......"