"Qingshuang Bailu, isn't this a medicinal herb, why has it become the name of the wine again, is it a medicinal wine?" If it was usual, Mo Chong might ask more, but at this time, he didn't have the leisure to do so, just nodded and said, "If the beef is fresh, cut some too." ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Okay! The guest officer, please sit down for a while, and come right away!"

The wine came quickly. It was only half a cup of tea, and the shopkeeper brought a pot of wine. After a short while, a plate of neatly cut cooked beef was also served.

Mo Chong grabbed the wine glass casually, filled it with a glass, and drank it all. Originally, he just wanted to use wine to kill his sorrows, but as soon as the wine entered his throat, Mo Chong suddenly refreshed his spirits, what a good wine!

Mo Chong immediately poured another cup. I saw that the wine in the glass was golden yellow, as if it was a glass of golden juice. But gold is never so fragrant, nor is it so tempting. Mo Chong raised his head, and a glass of wine was immediately drunk again.

A pot of wine was not much, and Mo Chong drank it very quickly. It was only a short time, and the wine in the jug had been drunk by Mo Chong to the point where there was not a drop left. Mo Chong shook the empty wine jug, slapped the table, and said, "Man, bring the wine!"

"Guest, what kind of wine do you want?" the shopkeeper quickly came up.

Mo Chong shook the flask in his hand and said, "You're not talking nonsense! What you just sent, let's have a few more pots!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Yes." What the guest officer drank just now was the forty-year-old 'Clear Frost White Dew' from the shop. This sake is not easy to brew, and the rule of the restaurant is that each customer can only buy one pot per day. ”

When Mo Chong heard this, he immediately glared. Said: "What a pot or two pots." Do you think your master can't afford to pay for the spirit stone!? Otherwise, the master will burn down your shop!" Mo Chong was already a little drunk. It stands to reason that he didn't drink so much. It's just that at this time, I feel depressed, and I am running around for days, but I am very easy to get drunk.

Drunkards are feared by everyone. The shopkeeper said with a bitter face: "This ...... It's not that the small ones are unwilling, it's really hard to break the rules. In this way, the year is not so high, but there are some in the small shop, and the supply is not limited. Do you want it?"

As soon as Mo Chong heard this, his anger came up all of a sudden. What's going on? If you still refuse to sell the spirit stones, isn't this bullying people? However, before Mo Chong could attack, a voice suddenly interjected next to him and said, "Man, take a pot of forty-year-old Qingshuang Bailu, count it as mine." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he agreed to retreat as if he had been pardoned. Mo Chong turned his head to look. Immediately, I saw a middle-aged monk with gray temples and a late stage of cultivation. He was followed by a fat-headed, big-eared man. The fat guy was the same monk who gave up the table to Mo Chong not long ago.

"Isn't this foundation-building monk looking for a place?"

Mo Chong frowned, but after taking a closer look at the clothes on the two of them, Mo Chong suddenly came to his senses. Oh, Brother of the Avatar Gate.

'Uncle Shi, do you see if it's him?' The fat-fleshed Foundation Building Stage monk shrank behind the middle-aged monk and whispered.

The middle-aged monk nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed him, and you have made a lot of meritorious service this time!"

Mo Chong glanced at the middle-aged monk with slanted eyes and said, "Cut! It turned out to be the miscellaneous pieces of the Transformation Sect." Why, you want to fight?"

When the middle-aged monk heard this, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he quickly covered up this erasure and smiled: "Oh, don't dare. In the next is just a long admiration for your Excellency's name, I have come to see you. "If it weren't for the strict prohibition of this Loess City, there was no way to let go of his hands and feet without Yuan Infant Cultivation, he might really have made a move on Mo Chong. After all, Mo Chong is a drunken cat at this time, where can he find a better opportunity than now?

Mo Chong glanced at the middle-aged monk obliquely, and said with some disdain: "The guy from the Huayi Sect has always said one thing and done another. Since you said you want to see you, the master is already in front of you, why don't you bow down?"

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed with anger. Seeing this, the foundation building monk behind him hurriedly whispered, "Master, I'm just afraid that it will be inconvenient here. ’

The middle-aged monk replied coldly: "Nonsense, can I not know!?" You go and find more people to keep an eye on him! Although you can't do anything in the city, but this place is not the territory of the Three Stars, and this kid won't stay long! As long as you get out of the city...... Hmph!'

"Hey. What are you two muttering? Don't you bow down? If you don't, get out of the way. The pestle looks like two wooden stakes here, isn't it?" Mo Chong waved his hand at the two of them angrily.

"You ......!" the middle-aged monk's face changed again when he heard this.

The surrounding guests were all looking here, and some couldn't help but laugh out loud when they heard the words. Although the laugher quickly suppressed his laughter, the middle-aged monk's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Fortunately, the guy from the restaurant came up at this time with a vermilion lacquer tray in his hand, and there was a wine jug on the tray.

As soon as Mo Chong saw the wine jug on the tray, his eyes immediately lit up, and he reached out to grab it. When the shopkeeper saw it, he quickly shrank back, and at the same time looked at the middle-aged monk of the Huayi Sect. Although his pot of wine was sent to this table, it was the middle-aged monk's share, if the middle-aged monk hadn't taken over, he would have broken the rules of the restaurant, and he would have to be fired.

Mo Chong said impatiently: "What do you see him doing!? This person is a mother-in-law and mother-in-law, and he talks a lot. It must be that he is usually punished by his wife for kneeling on the washboard and kneeling too much, you see that he is useless. ”

"Humph!"

Rao is middle-aged monk has a good temper, he was repeatedly ridiculed by Mo Chong, and he couldn't hold back his breath. With a cold snort, he suddenly flew up with a kick and slammed the table in front of Mo Chong. Although there are restrictions on the prohibition of Loess City, his movements are free and fast, and he is obviously not comparable to ordinary Jiedan monks.

Mo Chong wasn't very drunk, and the middle-aged monk's kick immediately scared most of his drunkenness away. Mo Chong's heart froze, and while secretly reproaching himself for being careless, he immediately turned his head to look around the restaurant.

I saw that in a restaurant in Nuoda, there were seven or eight Dikun Palace monks, although these people were not Huayi Sect monks, but if they really started, they would never stand idly by. Looking outside the restaurant again, the fat man in the foundation building period of Huayi Gate was hurrying forward, obviously looking for helpers. And the monks of his triple star, I don't know if they happened to be absent or if they had already avoided trouble, and there was not a single one in the field.

The middle-aged monk of the Huayi Sect regretted it after kicking it. Immediately without saying a word, he turned around and left. The shopkeeper with the tray hurriedly followed, and it was unknown whether he wanted the middle-aged monk to buy the wine in his hand or if he wanted him to compensate for the broken table.

[Power outage. The manuscript was rushed out, please forgive me for any typos. (To be continued......)