Shao Fei was in a hurry to go out to do errands. After drinking two bowls of bland spiritual wine, he stood up and said hello to Suning, and left the restaurant with a heavy heart.
Obviously, Hua Changjing's entrustment was not easy to handle.
But Shao Fei didn't want to reveal more about the details, and Suning was too embarrassed to ask.
It was evening at this time, and the sky outside was getting darker.
Looking at the bustling streets with people coming and going, holding the fairy spirit wine that he drank for the first time, Suning had a vague illusion that everyone would get drunk if the wine was not intoxicating.
He really missed the past too much, missed the stable life on Kunlun Mountain.
Especially the six years after Su Zhiyuan was born, they were simply the happiest moments in his life.
It's a pity that the beautiful life that can make him laugh out of his dreams has only lasted six years.
Six years later, everything ceased to exist.
Lingxi was captured by the demon world's semi-saint Hei Gu, and has been unable to rescue him so far.
The same goes for Dao Huo'er, who attracted the demonic half-saint blood race for no reason, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
Tang Jingyue was fused by Wenren Siyu, and her soul may have been destroyed long ago.
And he and Su Xinglan were forced to ascend to the fairy world.
One entered the Martial Palace, and the other worshiped in the Wuchen Immortal Palace.
People close to me died, were injured, disappeared, and separated.
This is a result that Suning doesn't want to see, but he doesn't want to, but there is nothing he can do.
"well."
With his head buried in a sigh, he raised the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
He, who had never drank, suddenly had the idea of using alcohol to numb himself at this moment, but he suppressed it forcefully.
He remembered, always remembered, that Lingxi hated men who smoked and drank.
He doesn't want to do anything that makes her unhappy or doesn't like her.
"Crack."
Just when Suning was stuck in the past and couldn't extricate himself, a tall black figure stood in front of him.
Black robe, black pants.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a round face and a short head.
The other party carried two jars of spiritual wine and asked loudly: "Brother, can we share a table?"
Suning raised his head and looked around, only to see that the huge restaurant was indeed packed with seats.
With no choice, he could only readily agree: "It won't be a problem."
As he spoke, he moved his food and drinks to one side, leaving half of the space for the other party.
The burly young man, who was 1.9 meters tall, grinned and said, "Thank you very much."
Suning continued to drink, taking a bite of the so-called signature dish from time to time.
The burly young man sat upright on a wooden chair, holding the wine jar in one hand to pour wine, and grabbing the bamboo chopsticks with his familiar hand and stretching them towards Suning.
He happily picked up a piece of spiritual beast meat that contained immortal power, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it wildly: "Is this your first time to the Xueqing Immortal Realm, brother?"
"Hey, don't be embarrassed, I don't come here often, only seven or eight times a year."
Suning remained calm, put down the wine bowl and said, "Oh? Where did you see that?"
The burly young man drank heavily and drank three bowls in a row. His dark face became rosy after being stimulated by alcohol and said: "No one is a local resident of the Xueqing Immortal Realm or a practitioner who often comes to this realm. You will drink it."
That kind of cat urine mixed with water.”
"It doesn't taste good, it doesn't have magical power, why not sell a medium-grade immortal crystal in a jar, just to kill the culprits."
"Smell this wine of mine. A jar of thirty low-grade immortal crystals will cost you ten jars of pure immortal power."
"Besides, this braised antlered venison, tsk, the lowest antlered venison, it doesn't even count as a first-level spiritual beast."
"Forehead......"
He let out a wine belch without any image, slapped the wine table vigorously and said: "Waiter, here, give me a portion of this brother's signature dish."
After saying that, he threw out two middle-grade immortal crystals without looking away.
Suning raised his eyebrows and raised his hands with interest: "What's your surname?"
The burly young man said seriously: "Jiang Lihuan."
Suning's pupils shrank in shock, thinking deeply.
There was a moment of surprise, and he asked insinuatingly: "Which Jiang family?"
The burly young man seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said with a strange expression: "In your opinion, how many Jiang families are there in the fairy world?"
"Or do you think there is a second Jiang family in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm?"
Suning knew it but said nothing, his eyes became solemn.
The burly young man leaned forward, personally filled a bowl of wine for Suning and said, "I recognize you, your name is Suning, a direct disciple of Wuchen Immortal Palace, and the current Lord of Dragon and Phoenix."
"To be precise, when the last trace of my Uncle Lin'an's soul appeared outside the Demon Buried Mountains to protect you, your name, Suning, was known to everyone in my Jiang family."
"Your age, appearance, cultivation..."
"I, the Jiang family, know all the information about you in China and every move you have made in the fairy world in the past four years."
Suning's Adam's apple rolled and he looked wary.
Yes, he is inextricably linked to Jiang Linan.
But this does not mean that the Jiang family, headed by the sixteen immortal clans, will "accept" him, tolerate him, or agree with him.
Suning knows this better than anyone else.
Jiang Changnian has been doubting the real cause of Jiang Linan's death, but what about the Jiang family where Jiang Linan lives?
Are his people also searching for clues secretly?
As the only insider, who wouldn't want to pry something out of Suning's mouth?
My scalp is numb and I'm shuddering.
Suning silently picked up the strong spiritual wine that Jiang Lihuan filled for him, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, "So, you are not here to share the table, you are deliberately looking for me."
Jiang Lihuan said seriously: "Would you believe it if I said we met by chance?"
Suning sneered in return, a cold light surging in his eyes.
He didn't want to offend the Jiang family or indirectly offend Jiang Changnian.
But if the other party bullies him too much, he seems to have no other choice but to be forced to resist.
Facing Suning's distrust and the fighting spirit emanating from his body, Jiang Lihuan suddenly felt a headache and said, "Don't worry, the Jiang family has no ill intentions towards you."
"Aunt Chang Nian has a message jade slip sent back to the clan. You can at least count as half of the Jiang family."
"I came here simply to remind you that during this trip to the Xueqing Immortal Realm, I am afraid it will not be easy for you to successfully return to the Wuchen Immortal Palace."
"The message has been delivered. Hey, I can take care of myself."
Leaving a jar of half-drunk spiritual wine behind, Jiang Lihuan disappeared from the restaurant.
Suning couldn't tell whether what the other party said was true or not, and lost interest in drinking and eating. She immediately called the waiter in the restaurant and planned to go to the guest room to rest.
"Hey, you stepped on my shoe."
Just as Suning was ascending the wooden stairs, a strapping, one-eyed young man walked towards her.