The drunken immortal building was full of people, and soon two delicate jade pots were placed in front of Zhou Cheng, and the jade pot containing the drunken immortal brew alone looked very valuable, and there were also a few delicate side dishes.

Zhou Cheng picked up the jade pot and filled the wine glass casually, and a stream of amber-colored wine flowed out, accompanied by a strong mellow aroma, and the special mellow atmosphere of the drunken immortal brew spread, instantly attracting the attention of many people.

The Drunken Immortal Building is famous in Chang'an, and the Drunken Immortal Brew is even more famous, but there are very few people who have really tasted the Drunken Immortal Brew. At this moment, the aroma of drunken immortal brew appeared again, and countless surprised and envious eyes were cast on Zhou Cheng.

Ignoring these gazes, Zhou Cheng directly drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and after entering the mouth, an obvious spiritual power flowed into his body from his mouth.

"The taste is special, and it contains spiritual power that travels around the body, if ordinary people drink it, it will be of great benefit, no wonder you need spirit crystals to buy it. After a glass, Zhou Cheng instantly understood the special nature of this drunken immortal brew.

This drunken immortal brew should also be brewed by a cultivator, but no amount of spiritual power is useless to Zhou Cheng today, and Zhou Cheng is more interested in the unique taste of drunken immortal brewing.

Zhou Cheng drank two cups of Drunken Immortal Brew in a row, but after three cups, he also felt tasteless, and there were not many things in this world that could arouse his interest.

As for the discussions in the restaurant, Zhou Cheng turned a deaf ear, a pot of drunken immortal brew was not yet halfway, Zhou Cheng was no longer interested, he put down the wine glass and wanted to get up and leave, but at this moment Zhou Cheng suddenly turned his head to look at the lobby on the first floor, and his eyes fell on the counter of the drunken immortal building.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in front of the counter with a long robe fluttering, a thin figure but exuding a free and easy atmosphere, seemed to be arguing with the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Building.

"How can the value of this thing be compared to a few spirit crystals?Why can't I just have a pot of drunken immortal brew?" The middle-aged man's hair was already a little gray, and he was holding a hairpin used by a woman in his hand at this moment, and there was a lot of unwillingness in his words.

Zhou Cheng's eyes were also attracted by the hairpin in this person's hand, if ordinary people look at this hairpin, they will only feel exquisite, but in Zhou Cheng's eyes, there is a faint breath on this hairpin.

If this aura alone was not enough to attract Zhou Cheng's attention, but Zhou Cheng could clearly feel the same aura from above as the Golden Dragon of the Tang Dynasty.

"Mr. Qinglian, the old man can naturally see that this golden step shake should be a thing in the Taizhen Palace, but three spirit crystals and a pot of drunken immortal brew, this is the rule, and the old man can't break the rules. What's more, this Jin Buyao can be regarded as Mr. Qinglian's personal protection, why should Mr. joke with his own life?" The shopkeeper still looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, but the last sentence was very meaningful.

When the man known as Mr. Qinglian heard the last words of the shopkeeper, his face instantly became ugly, and at the same time he looked at the golden hairpin in his hand, and instantly understood that the shopkeeper was also for his own good.

The middle-aged man sighed in his heart, knowing that he had inadvertently offended that person after drinking, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Chang'an, so he clenched Jin Buyan in his hand, and subconsciously planned to turn around and leave.

However, just as the middle-aged man turned around, three spirit crystals appeared on the counter in front of him without warning. Then a peaceful voice came from the side of the second floor: "If it was just for a pot of wine, Poor Dao paid the spirit crystal for this gentleman." ”

The middle-aged man followed the sound and looked at the place where the voice came from, and just as he could see, he saw Zhou Cheng looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Thank you to the Taoist chief under Li Qinglian, I didn't expect that when I was about to leave Chang'an, I could meet such a bold person as the Taoist chief, and I must be happy in life, and I should be a big white at this time!" The middle-aged man reported his name and bowed to Zhou Cheng from afar, how heroic and free and easy his words were, and the previous helplessness and depression were suddenly swept away.

Zhou Cheng smiled at Li Qinglian and nodded, and said, "Why don't you come up and talk about it?"

"Good. Li Qinglian responded happily and walked briskly to the second floor.

A moment later, Li Qinglian, who was fluttering in clothes, appeared in front of Zhou Cheng, Zhou Cheng looked at Li Qinglian carefully, and Li Qinglian also looked at Zhou Cheng seriously.

When she saw Zhou Cheng completely, Li Qinglian was also slightly stunned.

Zhou Cheng claimed to be poor just now, but Li Qinglian found that Zhou Cheng's dress was not a common Taoist attire, although the clothes on Zhou Cheng's body had the characteristics of Taoist clothing, but it was closer to the ancient robe style, and with Li Qinglian's eyes, it could be seen that although the clothes on the person in front of him looked ordinary, the practical materials were extremely exquisite, and the sewing skills were unheard of, just one piece of clothing was extraordinary.

"Dao Chang is not from the Tang Dynasty, right?" Li Qinglian approached Zhou Cheng, but the first sentence she said was a little unexpected.

For Li Qinglian's sudden question, Zhou Cheng looked as usual, and did not show the slightest displeasure, but stretched out his hand to signal Li Qinglian to take a seat, and then poured a cup of drunken immortal brew and handed it to Li Qinglian.

"How did Mr. Qinglian see it?" Zhou Cheng did not deny it, but picked up his wine glass, toasted Li Qinglian and asked.

Li Qinglian couldn't wait to drink the wine in the cup, showing an intoxicated expression, and then said with satisfaction: "I was born with good wine, but I also made a mistake because of wine, and I offended the eunuch Gao Lishi after drinking a few days ago, and now the people in Chang'an are afraid to avoid me." ”

Li Qinglian was full of helplessness when she spoke, but Zhou Cheng didn't care, and continued to pour a full glass of wine for Li Qinglian, as if he didn't know who Gao Lishi was? And this is also the reason why Li Qinglian judged that Zhou Cheng was not a person from Chang'an or even the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing that Zhou Cheng did not answer, Li Qinglian continued: "Although the contemptible person is not talented, he thinks that he still has some eyesight, although the Taoist chief's dress seems ordinary but is actually extraordinary, even in the Chang'an Palace, it is impossible to find such a high-quality clothing, and this is an ingenious embroidery. ”

"This robe was sewn for me by my niece, and I haven't changed it all these years, and it is indeed a little incompatible with the style of the Tang Kingdom. Zhou Cheng glanced down at the robe on his body, but he didn't hide it in the slightest.

The robe in the form of a Taoist robe on his body was sewn by Su Ruolan for Zhou Cheng when she forced Yuntai to watch the disaster, and later this clothing was worn by Zhou Cheng all the year round, and it was slowly contaminated with too much of Zhou Cheng's breath.

"The robes on the Taoist chief are indeed more ancient, and the clothes of the Tang Dynasty are more practical. Li Qinglian is indeed a good drinker, and as soon as the second glass of wine was full, he drank it all again.

As Li Qinglian said, there is still a clear gap between the costumes of the Tang Dynasty and the Wei and Jin styles of the Middle Earth. The clothing of the Tang Dynasty has developed to a round neck, and the whole robe is more close-fitting, and the most obvious thing is that the sleeves under the robe have become a corset, which is more convenient for the fit.

Zhou Cheng simply pushed the jade pot in front of Li Qinglian, and then shouted to the guy not far away: "Ten more pots of wine." ”

At the same time as he shouted, there were already a bunch of spirit crystals on the table in front of him.

When the spirit crystal appeared, the entire Drunken Immortal Building instantly became unusually quiet, and even Li Qinglian, who was intoxicated, was stunned. Taiyi Xuanxian can condense one spirit crystal every day with all his might, but even Taiyi Xuanxian will not condense the spirit crystal for a long time, let alone take out so many spirit crystals to buy wine at one time.

"Boom. A soft sound broke the tranquility of the Drunken Immortal Building, and I saw Zhou Cheng casually tap his fingers on the table, and after this soft sound, the people in the Drunken Immortal Building all returned to normal, and they all seemed to ignore Zhou Cheng's actions just now.

Li Qinglian shook his head gently, he felt as if he had neglected something, but the next moment he saw the drunken immortal brew in front of him and drank it to himself.

"Listening to the shopkeeper's words just now, it seems that the golden step shake in Mr. Qinglian's hand has an extraordinary origin?" Zhou Cheng asked casually.

Zhou Cheng didn't calculate the origin of Jin Buyan, because he could feel that this thing was quite involved, not that he couldn't calculate it, but once it was calculated, it would alarm the deepest cause and effect, which would alarm some of the existences in Chang'an, and now Zhou Cheng didn't want to expose himself.

Li Qinglian looked at Zhou Cheng when he heard this, but after a while, he laughed at himself and said: "I have written three poems for Concubine Taizhen, and this golden step is given by Concubine Taizhen." ”

"To be appreciated by Concubine Taizhen, I think that Mr. Qinglian's poems have reached the realm of the best in ancient and modern times, but I don't know why I have to leave Chang'an?" Zhou Cheng seemed to be very interested in Li Qinglian's experience.

"It's a long story, but I don't want to mention it. By the way, I haven't asked the Taoist Elder Venerable yet, why did you come to Chang'an? I don't know if there is a place where I can use it?" Li Qinglian raised her head and poured down a glass of wine, waved her hand helplessly, and then asked Zhou Cheng with a solemn face.

Zhou Chengdao was not surprised by Li Qinglian's reaction, he kept silent about leaving Chang'an, there should be something unspeakable. And this matter seems to have something to do with Concubine Taizhen, and naturally it may also be involved with the Holy Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, even if Li Qinglian is grateful to Zhou Cheng, I am afraid that she will not rashly reveal the truth.

"The master has not yet given me the name of the Dao, and the surname of the poor Dao is Zhou. Speaking of coming to Chang'an, Poor Dao has some trivial things that he wants to ask Mr. Qinglian about a thing or two. Zhou Cheng said frankly, with his realm, there is no need to deceive anyone.

And Zhou Cheng really doesn't have the name of the Tao given by the master, as for his own master, as well as the ancestor in Zhou's mouth, Zhou Cheng already has some eyebrows, and this time he came to Dongsheng Shenzhou is actually related to finding clues from the master.

"The Taoist is surnamed Zhou, it is said that the Daojun of Zhongtu is also surnamed Zhou, the Taoist must have anything to do with the Daojun, right?" Li Qinglian seemed to be a little drunk, and when she heard Zhou Cheng say that her surname was Zhou, she said a little drunk.

Zhou Cheng didn't say anything, just looked at Li Qinglian with a smile, and at this moment Zhou Cheng also felt that this Li Qinglian was a little interesting.

"Oh, it's a gaffe, it's a gaffe...... By the way, what does the Dao Chief want to inquire about?" Li Qinglian seemed to realize her gaffe, shook her head and forcibly dispelled a little drunkenness.

"I heard that there is a Taoist temple in the suburbs of Chang'an, called Xianyi Temple. I don't know how much Mr. Qinglian knows about Xianyiguan?" Zhou Cheng didn't look at Li Qinglian this time, but lowered his head and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

Zhou Cheng's eyes fell on the wine in the glass, which reflected his face, and then drank the wine in the glass.