Ten jars of roselle, plus a plate of beef, a plate of peanuts, and a roast chicken, were quickly delivered.

Yu Sanjin couldn't wait, tore off a roast chicken leg with one hand, lifted the wine jar with the other, and poured it out.

A jar of roselle wine, it only took a breath of effort, and it was all into his stomach.

It was the first time that the other monks in the tavern had seen someone drink Roselle like this, and their eyes were focused on him, and some of them whispered:

"What do you say this person is coming from? He is dressed ordinarily and unkempt, but he can take out three hundred high-grade spirit beads at will!"

"Roselle wine is used for tasting, but he drank a jar in one go, which is simply a tyrannical thing!"

"Don't say it, this person drinks so much, a jar of Roselle wine, his face is not red and his heart is not beating, he is really good!"

"Look, he's already drinking the second jar!"

......

Yu Sanjin took the remaining roast chicken in his hand, devoured a few bites, and then picked up the second jar of wine and drank it.

The mouth of the altar was so great that wine was gushing from his mouth, wetting the hem of his garment, but he ignored it.

Another jar of wine went down, his face was slightly drunk, and the placket of his chest, which was completely soaked with wine, burped and stopped for a while.

Outside the window, the Luoshui River meanders, winding around in Luoshui City, a black canopy boat and a painting boat, passing through the river, the breath of the water town is full of it, like a beautiful picture.

Perhaps it was the breath of this water town that reminded him of Jianglin Town.

In his eyes, a layer of mist suddenly rose.

After opening the seal, Yu Sanjin began to drink the third jar of wine, still drinking in a long line, without stopping, and the other people in the tavern were stunned one by one.

Drinking three altars of Roselle wine in one go, this is definitely a record in Luoshui Tower.

......

After drinking five jars of Roselle, Yu Sanjin finally felt that he was not strong enough to drink, and he put the remaining five jars of Roselle into the storage ring, and staggered downstairs.

It was early afternoon, and there were not many people upstream of the market.

Yu Sanjin walked staggered down the street, causing many people to look sideways.

But seeing his down-and-out appearance, and getting drunk, everyone regarded him as a vagabond, and no one stepped forward to pay attention to him.

The market in Luoshui City is built in the direction of the Luoshui River, so the market is also meandering.

Yu Sanjin was drinking and walked on it.

I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to have gone through a long period of time, found a warm past, and fell on the side of the road.

Pedestrians came and went, but no one stepped forward to help them.

Yu Sanjin was lying on the side of the road, with a satisfied smile on his face, perhaps he had encountered something happy in his dream.

Danzhou's waters are extremely wide, and its climate belongs to the rainy season, and Luoshui City is no exception.

What had been a sunny sky suddenly became cloudy, and the rain poured down, and the streets were soon filled with water.

Yu Sanjin was still asleep soundly on the side of the road, and the whole person was in the stagnant water, but he was unconscious.

The heavy rain hit his body and face, but he unconsciously opened his mouth to catch the rain and drink.

Drunken thirst often makes people yearn for Ganlin.

At this time, the entire Luoshui City was shrouded in a rain curtain, and the pedestrians on the street had long since taken shelter from the rain, even if those monks were not afraid of the rain, they also opened the True Qi Gang Cover to avoid the rain.

And the Naluoshui River, after the pouring of rain, suddenly the water rose and the boat rose, and there was a sound of flowing water.

The dampness of the water town, filled with the loneliness of the wanderer, makes people can't help but have a wordless sense of loss.

At this moment, three figures flew from a distance and landed on the side of the street where Yu Sanjin was sleeping.

One of the men in white was a young man in the middle stage of the spirit pill, and the other two people in blue were the two late stage monks of the spirit pool who had left in Luoshui Tower.

"Didn't you cultivate?" said the Lingdan monk in surprise.

The cultivation of the three of them was not low, but Yu Sanjin is now a person in the Spirit Pill Realm, and they can't see Yu Sanjin's cultivation, which is normal.

The black-faced Lingchi disciple respectfully said to the young man of the Spirit Pill: "Young Master, this is the person who casually took out three hundred high-grade spirit beads in Luoshui Tower, thinking that he is a local tyrant. ”

Another square-faced Lingchi disciple echoed: "That's right, Senior Brother Lin and I watched him take out three hundred high-grade spirit beads with our own eyes, and without blinking an eye, there must be more spirit beads on his body!"

The young man who was called the young master, with a feminine face, he looked at Yu Sanjin on the ground, and said coldly: "Do you know what this person is doing? Don't provoke people who can't be provoked!"

The black-faced monk said: "This person is dressed like a worldly person, and he doesn't seem to be cultivated, so he won't be a person with a lot of background." Besides, in Luoshui County, the young master's status is the best, unless he is the proud son of the Tiandan Sect, other people, will the young master still take it seriously?"

"That is, our young master is the first day of the Moyun Sect, the young master of the Mo family, or the grandson of the ancestor, such a homeless man, in front of the young master, can he still turn the sky upside down?" said the square-faced monk flatteringly.

The elixir young man pondered for a moment and said, "The ancestor is about to celebrate his five hundredth birthday, and as the eldest grandson, if I don't present a big gift, I really can't say it." Now that I am in short supply of spirit beads, since this person is so rich, I will ban him over there, take him back to my residence, and slowly concoct him, maybe there will be an unexpected harvest!"

The two Lingchi monks responded in unison, and hurriedly laid a dense ban on Yu Sanjin's body, and then, the black-clothed monk carried Yu Sanjin on his back.

Yu Sanjin is sleeping soundly now, and even the pouring rain has not woken him up, and this little movement naturally can't wake him up.

He just burped, then snorted and fell asleep on the blackfriar's back, and even spat a few sips of wine on the blackfriar's neck.

Although the black-clothed monk looked disgusted, he couldn't do anything about him, in his eyes, the person on his back was a golden pimple, if he really solved the problem of the spirit bead for the young master, then his status in the Mo family would be as stable as Mount Tai.

After all, anyone can see that the young master is the established heir of the Mo family.

Moreover, the young master also has a marriage contract with a Tianjiao of the Tiandan Sect, and with this identity, the future is even more limitless.

The three of them took the remaining three catties, condensed the true qi cover, walked through the rain curtain, and soon disappeared into the street market of Luoshui City......

After running for about 30 miles in a row, the three of them came to the edge of a lake, where there were green trees, and along the edge of the lake built a magnificent mansion, with red walls and green tiles, carved beams and paintings, and at first glance it was a large family.

An arched gatehouse is connected to a stone bridge that leads to the courtyard, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard from inside.