Ye Bufan looked up together and saw an old man with white beard and hair. However, his eyebrows, beard and hair were all messy, making him look extremely slovenly.
The sloppy old man stood there, smelling of alcohol all over his body, carrying a huge wine gourd on his back, and with a big rosacea on his face. At a casual glance, anyone would know that he was a complete drunkard.
Even so, Ye Bufan did not dare to have the slightest contempt, because the old man's cultivation was simply unfathomable, making him unable to see through the depth at all.
The sloppy old man sniffed hard again, and finally looked at the wine glasses in front of the two of them with bright eyes.
"Young man, what's going on with you? It smells so good that it brought out the alcohol bug in my stomach, old man. Can you give me a sip?"
The old man may have been too eager after he finished speaking. Without waiting for his consent, he stretched out his hand and the wine glass came into his hand, and then drank it down in one gulp.
"Oh, what a good wine! It's really a good wine! It's so delicious!"
After speaking, the old man held the empty cup and couldn't help but turn around on the ground several times with a look of intoxication on his face.
Ye Bufan looked at all this and couldn't help but feel a little amused. He is one of those people who can drink but can't taste wine. Maotai and Erguotou only have the same taste in his mouth, and he can't tell the difference between good and bad.
The old man in front of him is obviously not. He can't fake this expression, he really tastes the taste of the wine.
After the sloppy old man drank a glass of wine, he seemed to be more energetic. Then he looked at the wine glass and bottle in front of Hu Yaoyao with burning eyes.
"Don't even think about it, my little brother gave this to me."
Although Hu Yaoyao is not an alcoholic, she is still a person who likes to drink. The most important thing is that this is the wine Ye Bufan gave her, so she will not give it to anyone casually.
After speaking, she picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, and then hugged the bottle tightly in her arms.
The sloppy old man had a sincere look on his face: "Little girl, please don't be so stingy, okay? Just give me another drink, half a glass is fine!"
"Not even a sip!" Hu Yaoyao refused very simply, "This is the wine given to me by my little brother, no one is allowed to drink it."
"You little girl, you are too stingy. It will be difficult for you to find a man in the future."
The sloppy old man shook his head with a look of disappointment. Then he seemed to remember something and looked at Ye Bufan with bright eyes.
"Little guy, she said this wine was a gift from you, is there any more? Can you give me one or two bottles of wine for the old man?"
"Take this!"
Ye Bufan was not a stingy person. He raised his hand and flew over with a bottle of Wuliangye.
The sloppy old man took the wine bottle into his hand and felt as if he had found a treasure. He was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
He then uncorked the bottle, raised his head and drank the wine in the bottle.
"Good wine, enjoyable, old man, I have never been so happy in my life!"
After drinking a bottle of wine, not only did the sloppy old man not feel drunk at all, but he looked more energetic, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be reduced a lot.
"Hey, how can you drink so much? How much wine can you drink?"
Hu Yaoyao seemed to be frightened by the old man's drinking method. She quickly poured a glass into her mouth and put the remaining half of the bottle directly into the storage ring, for fear of being snatched away by the old man.
"You girl, I already told you that you are too stingy."
The sloppy old man looked at Ye Bufan again: "Young man, do you still have wine like yours? Give the old man another ten or eight bottles."
Ye Bufan frowned slightly. Although he was not a stingy person, it was enough for the two of them to meet each other by chance. A bottle of wine was enough. Asking for more would seem a bit greedy.
The sloppy old man seemed to see what he was thinking, clapped his hands and said: "Don't worry, old man, I don't want you in vain.
As long as you give me ten bottles of wine, I will tell you where to refine spiritual weapons in Tianfeng City."
Ye Bufan's expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect that this old man knew his whereabouts clearly. Could it be that he had been following him?
Hu Yaoyao also realized this and asked with a stern face: "Who are you? Why are you following us?"
"The old man would like to drink a few more drinks if he has time, so he doesn't have time to follow you."
The sloppy old man waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "I just looked at that little guy, who has already reached the stage of body refining, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances.
I know you have been looking for a good weapon refiner and want to refine spiritual weapons."
Now Ye Bufan was completely shocked. He had been hiding his cultivation. He originally thought that as long as he didn't reveal it, no one would discover it, but he didn't expect that the old man could see through it at a glance.
But he was just shocked, not too afraid, because the old man in front of him did not show any hostility.
And it can be seen that the other party is a person with a very moral bottom line. Otherwise, with such a high level of cultivation, if he wants the wine, he can just grab it. There is no need to discuss it with him.
With a thought in his mind, ten bottles of Wuliangye flew in front of the sloppy old man.
"Please give me some advice, senior!"
The old man looked at the ten bottles of wine in front of him, and his eyebrows suddenly blossomed with joy. He reached out to grab one bottle and put away the remaining bottles.
"Little guy, since you are also a cheerful person, I will give you some advice, old man."
The sloppy old man opened the cap of the bottle, and this time he did not drink it all in one gulp, but took a sip gently, with a happy face at the end.
"There is a cattle village twenty miles outside the west gate of Tianfeng City, and there is a blacksmith shop at the east end of the village. If you want to refine spiritual weapons, go there and find the one-eyed blacksmith. In the entire Tianfeng Empire, only that old guy can do it."
"What? Are you kidding me? What I want to refine is a spiritual weapon, and you actually asked us to find a blacksmith!"
Hu Yaoyao looked angry, obviously not believing what the old man said.
The sloppy old man ignored it and said to Ye Bufan: "I have already said that the one-eyed blacksmith can definitely refine spiritual weapons. As for whether you have the ability to let him refine it for you, that is not my business."
"Thank you, senior, for your guidance. I will thank you deeply when things are done!"
Ye Bufan had no doubts about his words. With the old man's cultivation, there was no need to lie to him.
As soon as he heard that there was a big thank you, the sloppy old man suddenly beamed.
"Young man, old man, what I love the most is what's in the cup. If you want to thank me, just give me more good wine, and I'll skip the rest."
After speaking, the sloppy old man stretched out his hand and grabbed the half bottle of wine that Hu Yaoyao had just taken out. Then he jumped out of the window and disappeared in an instant.
"This damn old man actually robbed others of their wine!"
Hu Yaoyao was so angry that she stamped her feet and beat her chest, and was about to chase him out, but was pulled back by Ye Bufan.
"Okay, I'm an expert, I'll just give you another bottle."
As he spoke, he took out another bottle of Wuliangye and sent it over, and Hu Yaoyao sat back angrily.
After lunch, the two of them left the restaurant and followed the old man's instructions and rushed towards the west gate of Tianfeng City.
Sure enough, after walking about twenty miles, I saw a small village at the foot of the mountain from a distance. There was a wooden sign hanging on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, with the word "Niuzhuang" crookedly written on it.
