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"Sir, I've got two more bottles for you. ”

"It's too old, and the old wine is spicy and hurts the stomach. ”

"What a difficult old man. Lan Feng frowned slightly, but when he thought that he was just a new mortal disciple, and although this old man's cultivation was not as good as his, his mind was much more mature than him, and he was also a senior, so he endured it.

"Where's this bottle?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said: "Such an ugly wine jar, it is not a good wine at first glance, let's change it." ”

"No wonder the disciple said don't give him wine. Lan Feng thought so in his heart, smiled, and left with the wine jar in his arms.

"No, no, no, it's a little musty. ”

"Oh, this jar of wine is too big, are there any small ones?"

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"Sir, I really don't know how to taste wine, sorry. Lan Feng put the wine jar on the ground and gasped heavily.

The old man stared at Lan Feng for a moment, sighed lightly, and stood up, he should have gone to the wine cabinet to get the wine in person.

Lan Feng waited for a long time, and when the old man's figure appeared from the corner again, he was already drunk and hazy.

"You...... Come and give me a hand. The old man leaned against a wooden frame around the corner, his face flushed and his eyes misty.

Seeing that the old man was about to fall, Lan Feng stared at him, and quickly stepped forward to support him, "Old man, you don't drink well, why bother drinking so much?"

The old man smiled, handed the half jar of wine in his hand to Lan Feng, and said vaguely, "Accompany me...... Drink!"

Lan Feng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, took the wine in the old man's hand, took a sip, and after a while, his vision was also a little blurred, he shook his head vigorously, and said half-drunk and half-awake: "Xiao...... Be careful. ”

I have to say that Lan Feng's alcohol consumption is really not good, he just drank that sip, and he was already in a daze, but this thousand-year-old man who was hundreds of years older than Lan Feng, his alcohol consumption was not much better.

"The sword fairy is a fart fairy!" the old man danced.

Although Lan Feng tried his best to sober himself up, he was almost taken down by the old man, and he tried to stand up straight, and he said in a trance: "Yes...... Yes, the old gentleman is right. ”

"The old man has practiced for thousands of years, if he takes the ordinary path of cultivating the truth, how can he say that it is also the stage of transformation now, but I can't cross the threshold of immortal capital. The old man said, tears rolling in his eyes.

"You...... You wine...... It's so strong. Lan Feng patted his head vigorously, trying to come to his senses.

Unexpectedly, after he came out of the Burning Immortal Valley, the first thing that made him lose his mind was wine.

The old man smiled mysteriously, put his arm on Lan Feng's neck, and said with a smile: "Brother, there are those Bing Linggen disciples upstairs, and you don't know them, why don't you go up and drink with me." ”

Lan Feng shook his head, he didn't want to accompany this strange old man at all, even if he didn't want to, but he actually sneered and said without thinking: "Okay." ”

The old man's eyes flashed, revealing a look of joy, his hand touched casually in the placket of his clothes, took out a small jar of wine again, and left with Lan Feng in his hand.

After living here for half a month, Lan Feng didn't go upstairs, and he didn't know what kind of people lived upstairs, so he usually accompanied the old man to drink and chat, not only knew a lot of things, but also practiced the amount of alcohol.

From the old man's mouth, he learned that if he wanted to become a sword immortal, he first had to sign an agreement with the fairy world, and the content of this agreement was that he could only serve the fairy world and make sword spirits, and the reward was immortality.

Although the sword immortal is also a monk on the surface, he can only refine the sword spirit, he can't learn any spells, and his cultivation grows very slowly, and he is easily abandoned by the immortal world, and he is often hunted down and arrested, and these people may be cultivators in the foundation building period who are much lower than him, after all, the cultivation realm speaks with strength.

The old man's name is Yue Yunzi, and after he signed an agreement with the Heavenly Realm, he was abandoned by the Immortal Realm due to his age, and became an isolated scattered immortal.

I have escaped jackals and leopards, encountered the pursuit of unreasonable monks, and slept in leaky temples, but there is always one thing that is inseparable, and that is wine.

When he was a mortal, he was addicted to alcohol, and it was precisely because of this that he wanted to live forever and drink all kinds of wine in the world, but he did not expect to fall so far.

After hundreds of years of wandering outside, he watched a man in his village go from a baby waiting to be fed to an old man who died and finally died, and he saw the village flooded by a sudden flood, but he could not do anything about it.

Until one day, he met a person, this person said that he could sit back and relax, and promised to find all the fine wine in the world for him to taste, this person was Ji Mingjie, the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

At that time, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had just been established, and Ji Mingjie placed him in the best guest room, and he continued to drink good wine every day, but this kind of treatment only lasted for a few years, and when he refined enough sword spirits, he was imprisoned in this Saber Pavilion, and the wine was cut off.

"But I see how much wine is in that cupboard. ”

"yes, I hid it for years. Yue Yunzi's gray pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at the brightest spot of light.

"Since he broke his promise, why don't you leave?" Lan Feng couldn't help but ask.

"Do you think that without a spell, I can penetrate the Immortal Array in front of the gate of this Saber Pavilion?" Yue Yunzi's expression was solemn.

Lan Feng unconsciously glanced down at the staircase and frowned.

"Young man, decades have passed, and there are six Ice Spirit Root disciples who have come to Saber Pavilion one after another, and you are the seventh, and the funny thing is that you are the only one who is willing to take wine for me. ”

Lan Feng looked at Yue Yunzi's sad expression, and he actually had some sympathy.

"Immortality is very painful for you. He had mixed feelings.

Yue Yunzi shook his head with a wry smile, put down the wine jar that had been left two days ago, and said sadly: "Some people yearn for immortality because they feel that their time is limited, but they have many unfulfilled wishes. But when they truly attain immortality, they will find that those wishes are still wishes. ”

Lan Feng sighed lightly and lowered his head, perhaps feeling sad for Yue Yunzi's life experience, he didn't say a word.

Unconsciously, another half a month passed, and outside the Saber Pavilion, there was a piercing sword sound.

Yue Yunzi's expression moved, he stood up from the ground, looked out through a small ventilation hole, turned back to Lan Feng and said, "Someone has come to pick you up." ”

"Oh. Lan Feng sighed, pondered for a moment, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes as calm as water: "Old man, Lan Feng will still come to visit you." ”