"Donor, it's time to wake up." The little monk lowered his eyes, clasped his hands together, and still had a slight smile on his lips.

Luo Song suddenly raised his head from the table, and he didn't know when he fell asleep. The sun had reached its highest point, and he actually sat in this wine shop all morning.

"Little monk, little monk?" Luo Song stood up and looked around to see if the monk was still around, but he couldn't even see the shadow of the monk's robe.

The charming-looking little monk just disappeared out of thin air.

"Captain Luo, you've been lying here for almost half an hour, and I haven't seen any monks!" The waiter standing at the door of the store saw Luo Song wandering around, muttering about some kind of monk.

I wonder if he is crazy.

He wiped his hands with the white sweat towel hanging in front of his clothes and responded to Luo Song in detail.

"And we are a wine shop here, why would a monk come?" The waiter rubbed his hands and laughed.

Yes, what kind of monk would come to a wine shop?

Luo Song thought for a while and sat down again, looking a little disappointed. He accidentally glanced and found that the wine bowl in front of him was empty, with not a drop of wine left in it.

But he clearly remembered that he had just filled it before.

Did he remember it wrong, or did he drink it while he was drunk and forget it? Luo Song patted his head hard.

After a while, he took out five taels of silver from his pocket, put it on the table, and left quietly while the waiter returned to the waiter.

This tavern was also a small business, so how could Luo Song be willing to let him lose money?

As Luo Song's figure disappeared into the small tent made of gray cloth, on the high wall of the Immortal City in the distance, a white figure was leaning on the stone wall, looking at the people below from a distance.

Passers-by coming and going.

His fingertips were surrounded by a wisp of clear spring-like liquid, which seemed to be endowed with a soul and played happily like a fish as his fingertips slid.

When he had enough fun, he put all the clear spring into his mouth with a finger, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"It's really a delicious wine!" A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The monk, to be precise, the monk Wu Nian, after drinking the wine, lazily lay down on the city wall, facing the dazzling sunlight, and looked at the visitors entering the city.

They were all in a hurry, carefully tucking the bags under their armpits, and quietly taking a look around to see if anyone was coveting their property.

It's just that they didn't notice that there was another person lying there on the high wall with a playful smile on his lips.

People's hearts are always like this. If your heart is not kind, everyone will look like a bad person. Wu Nian slowly shook his head.

Suddenly a figure caught his attention. A man in the crowd had a haggard look on his face. His beard was messy and had not been trimmed for an unknown period of time. The gray robe he was wearing was still white in several places, making it difficult to tell the difference.

It was unclear whether he was in white or gray robes, and there was a wine gourd hanging around his waist.

Every time he walked into a tavern, he would stop. He would close his eyes and sniff at the door for a while, with an intoxicated look on his face, just like a drunkard addicted to alcohol.

"Li Zongsheng? I didn't expect that after twelve years, you would have changed so much." A look of surprise appeared on Wu Nian's face.

He also recalled the look on Li Zongsheng's face at the Immortal Ascension Conference held in the twelfth year as if he was ready to fight to the death.

At that time, he was still handsome, suave, and behaved like a master. Wu Nian also admitted that he was difficult to deal with.

But in a small competition, what he won was nothing more than a false reputation, so Wu Nian didn't care, so he just gave up and was accommodating.

He just didn't expect that this matter would become a criticism among the elders of the other three temples. But he didn't care when it would be their turn to take care of the affairs of Qianguang Temple!

"Now is not the time for us to meet. We will meet again soon." Monk Wu Nian lazily sat up from the city wall and turned over.

There was no longer a white figure on the city wall, as if what had just landed on the top of the city wall was just a tired white dove.

Li Zongsheng came all the way along Shushan Mountain. Although he did not wield a sword, the true energy surged under his feet. For him, the journey of more than 400 miles was just a stick of incense.

As soon as noon arrived, he came to Banxian City, looking for fine wine everywhere.

After drinking wine for more than ten years, Li Zongsheng has already reached the point where he can tell the color and taste of a wine just by smelling it.

He searched all the way from the city gate, but he still could not find any wine worthy of filling his jug.

After walking slowly for several hundred meters, Li Zongsheng stopped in front of a small wine shop and sniffed the residual aroma of wine in the air.

"That's the smell, that's the smell." His eyes widened, as if he smelled the most fragrant wine in the world.

This is the small wine shop that Luo Song left just now. When the waiter came out, he found the broken silver left by Luo Song and had no choice but to take it back to his waist.

Just as he was about to take away the half jar of wine and the wine bowl that Luo Song had not finished drinking, a homeless man who looked like an alcoholic walked to the door.

He was breathing hard as if he was suffering from epilepsy, and he was talking nonsense.

"Do you want a drink?" The child used the towel hanging around his neck to wipe the place where Luo Song sat, while greeting this drunkard who looked like a homeless man.

He doesn't seem to have much money, he can only afford rice wine.

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Zongsheng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He seemed really impatient, and reached out to take out the money.

His hands fumbled around in his arms, and he only took out ten cents.

He held the ten cents tremblingly on the table with both hands, looking expectant.

The waiter glanced at Li Zongsheng and then at the ten cents on the table. The money seemed to be stained with sweat from his body.

But after all, it was money. The waiter turned around and scooped out a ladle of rice wine from the vat, walked over and handed it to Li Zongsheng.

Li Zongsheng excitedly held the gourd in his hand, took a deep breath of alcohol as if intoxicated, and his face suddenly fell.

The waiter didn't expect that the homeless man in front of him would change at a moment's notice. He rushed forward, grabbed the waiter's collar fiercely, and lifted him up high, with a fierce look on his face.

What's even more frightening is that this homeless man is so powerful that no matter how hard the waiter struggles, he can't shake him at all.

"Are you fooling me with this bad wine? Are you trying to bully me into talking easily?" Li Zongsheng waited with his eyes, wishing he could eat the struggling person in front of him.

"Brother, brother, what kind of good wine can you drink with only ten cents? At worst, you can drink as much as you want. Can you just drink as much as you want from the wine vat at the door?" The waiter couldn't move, and his legs were flailing in the air.

Then he realized that this homeless man had some background, so it was better to take a step back.

Anyway, this tank is so big, even if he drinks ten pounds, it's just a drop in the bucket.

"No, I'm not that easy to get rid of." Li Zongsheng's eyes widened, and he turned his eyes on the table. He saw the half of Luo Song's drink left, and licked his lips.

"Unless you give me this half jar of wine."

"Okay, okay, give it, give it." The waiter nodded hurriedly. Anyway, this half jar of wine was leftover by others, so why not use it to get rid of this difficult homeless man.

Li Zongsheng put the waiter down from the air this time.

He opened the wine jar and took a deep breath with a look of obsession on his face.

"It just tastes like this, it's such a good wine!" He couldn't help but sigh.

Then he picked up the wine jar and started drinking. However, he only took two sips before putting it down, and carefully took out the wine flask from his waist.

He pulled off the lid of the pot, stretched out his hand, and the wine in the jar actually ran out of the jar, turned into a thin stream, and went straight into the wine gourd.

Li Zongsheng was still not satisfied, so he raised the wine bottle again and pointed it at the large vat at the door.

Something happened that made Xiao Er stunned. The wine gourd was like a creature with amazing lung capacity, slowly sucking the rice wine in the wine vat.

Soon, the wine in the wine vat dropped rapidly in a straight line, and soon the vat was gone. However, Li Zongsheng's wine gourd was still full of wine, and he continued to suck the wine.

The waiter was almost dumbfounded, not only because the wine flew into the wine gourd, but also because the seemingly small wine gourd could hold so much wine.

The wine tank soon reached the bottom. The waiter looked at the empty bottom of the tank in shock and didn't know what to say.

After all, he was the one who let Li Zongsheng drink whatever he wanted, but he didn't expect that an inconspicuous little gourd on his waist would actually "drink" a full jar of wine.
Chapter completed!