He stretched out the book in his hand to the bald man and said, "Look, this is a unique way to practice Taoism!"
The bald man nodded repeatedly, "I understand, you are practicing Taoism, but the cultivation method is a bit special, I understand."
After dealing with the two of them, the bald man quickly followed Bai Gaoxing who was leaving, and continued to discuss the drinking matter.
"I understand, you big pig!" Ye Zigao knew from his expression that the bald man still had a misunderstanding.
"Damn it." Ye Zigao said angrily.
He turned back to Fu Nan and said: "As a pig, you can't see the dual cultivation method of the pig tribe. Even if this pig really fails, you are still better."
Fu Nan was startled, why did this sound so awkward?
Did he succeed in being a pig, or did he fail?
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The bald man followed Bai Gaoxing and continued: "The demon in Jishan wants food, vegetables, the best wine, and..."
"What else?" Bai Gaoxing saw him hesitating and urged him.
"And slaves," the bald man said, "They mentioned it last time."
"Want a slave?" Bai Gaoxing stopped.
He asked in confusion: "Aren't the Jishan monsters a group of grapevine spirits? What do they want slaves for?"
The bald man replied: "Scarify the soil for the vines, prune the branches, and make wine."
Bai Gaoxing pondered for a moment, thinking that the grapevine demon liked to drink, and said: "Well, you can bring it with you tomorrow..."
"No need." Yu Sheng came out of the kitchen and interrupted Bai Gaoxing, "Salted Fish has arrived at Jishan now."
Yu Sheng asked the bald man to prepare and leave directly from the Salted Fish Inn tomorrow morning.
If an agreement is reached, just leave the wine at the Salted Fish Inn and move it over directly, saving a lot of trouble.
The bald man agreed and got ready early the next day.
When they came out of the Xianyu Inn, they saw that the Xianyu Inn had stopped at the foot of the mountain. Looking up, Jishan was covered with lush vines.
The mountains and plains are almost entirely covered with grapevines, and the continuous mountains are obscured by the grapevines.
The pass into the mountain was under a vine trellis. If the bald man hadn't led the way, they would have never found it.
Entering the mountain, a neat new set of steps appears in front of you, leading all the way to the top of the mountain.
There is a shelf made of grapevines above the head, and the sunlight occasionally passes through the leaves of the grapevines and falls to the ground, beating in the wind.
"It's really good." Yu Sheng sighed.
He remembered the scene in his previous life of sitting on a wicker chair and reading under the grape trellis in the yard.
Several slaves were busy under the grape trellis. After seeing Yu Sheng and others, they stopped and looked here curiously.
Some grapes were already ripe. Yu Sheng picked one and it was very sweet.
"This old man has a rule. To buy his wine, you must bring fine wine. He will sell us a batch of the same fine wine based on the quality of the fine wine."
The bald man said to Yu Sheng along the way, "It is said that the old man believes that only those who understand good wine know how to cherish the good wine he brews."
"Don't be afraid, the wine we brought this time is absolutely rare in the world." Yu Sheng said, he brought two jars of Thousand Days Drunk.
From the outside, the grapevines on the mountain appear to be scattered all over the mountain in a messy manner. Once inside, we find that the vineyards are well-kept.
The varieties are also different, some are early-ripening, some are late-ripening, some grapes are very large, some are very small, all shining like pearl agate.
Halfway up the mountain, a monster came out to greet him, and he bowed his hands respectfully: "How many young masters have I seen? I wonder how many of them?"
The bald man walked to the front and said, "Little Putao, it's me. I'm here to have some drinks at our restaurant."
The little monster suddenly realized, "It turns out that Manager Zhu is here."
The bald man pointed at Yu Sheng, "This is the new shopkeeper of our restaurant."
He whispered to the little monster: "We are not in the same group as the Southern Wilderness people. Our shopkeeper is a good man!"
The little monster was dubious. The bald man in front of him was not a good guy.
He looked at Yu Sheng curiously, and Yu Sheng nodded to him.
The bald man asked: "Where is your old man?"
"I'm meeting guests at Bodhi Hall." Little Putao walked sideways in front, "A few guests are coming with me."
Yu Sheng and several others followed and walked along the road. They saw many slaves working on the grape trellis below.
"Are all these slaves brought from the mines?" Yu Sheng asked.
Before the bald man could answer, the monster named Little Grape said proudly: "Of course, our old man felt that these slaves were pitiful, so he used wine to save them from the mines and brought them here with the intention of saving them one by one.
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Yu Sheng nodded. These slaves were glowing, energetic, and well-dressed. They were not treated badly.
"Your old man is a kind-hearted man, no, he is a monster." Bai Gaoxing said.
"No need to be shy, our old man likes to hear others say he is a human being." said Little Putao, who was leading the way.
The bald man followed closely behind him, "Now you can rest assured that the slaves in the mine are free with the help of our shopkeeper."
"Seriously?" Little Putao looked at the bald man suspiciously.
"Seriously." Yu Sheng said, "They are rebuilding their homes in Dabei Mountain now."
As he spoke, he reached the top of the mountain, and a house made of grapevines as thick as buckets intertwined with each other and built in the air appeared in front of him.
There are windows, doors, green leaves, and grapes hanging all around the house, which is particularly beautiful in the sunlight.
There was no one around the yard, and just as they were about to climb the steps entangled with vines, they heard a bold voice coming from inside the house.
"Brother, don't worry, I am a down-to-earth person who keeps his feet on the ground and won't brag outrageously." One person spoke loudly.
"You just need to give us the wine, food, vegetables, money, everything you need." The speaker continued.
"The reason why I didn't bring any wine this time is because only the wine brewed by you Jishan, brother, caught my eye." The speaker complimented again.
An old voice humbly said: "Niutou is so complimentary. The wine brewed by others is also good. Like the wine brought by the people in the mine, although it is turbid, it has merits. I occasionally drink a few glasses."
"Those people don't know how to make wine. The wine they make has no soul. Even if it does, it's the soul of a bumpkin." Niutou didn't care.
At this time, they also heard footsteps outside.
Xiao Putao led them inside, and Yu Sheng saw two people sitting in the room. The main seat was an old man wearing a green robe.
The person in the guest seat is interesting. His body is the same as that of a human, but his head is that of a bull. The pair of horns look very lethal.
"It turns out to be a tauren." Ye Zigao suddenly murmured in a low voice.
He thought there was someone named Niu Tou.
"Bah, you are a tauren." Although the voice was small, the tauren could still hear it, "You and your whole family are tauren."
He said angrily: "You can call me a tauren or a tauren, but you can't call me a tauren! If you let me hear you again, I'll punch your lungs out!"
Ye Zigao was not someone to be trifled with. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Sheng stopped him.
It is not good to quarrel when the master is around.
Besides, it’s really not good to talk about minotaurs, what if it comes true?