In the early morning of the sixth day, Fang Kuang, Fang Qiying and a group of guards gathered in front of the wine shop and were ready to leave for Tianchi City.
After staying for five full days, it doesn't matter how much Fang Qiying's ability to recognize people has improved. The biggest regret is that he didn't wait for that young man.
Just when Fang Kuang boarded the carriage, the sharp-eyed shopkeeper immediately trotted out, carrying a jar of unopened plum blossom wine in his hand.
Even without removing the lid, the aroma of the wine is already so strong that it’s mouth-watering.
The eyes of those ordinary monks who often drank in wine shops were all stunned. When had they ever seen such a generous shopkeeper, and besides, he was just a passer-by.
Some monks who were familiar with the shopkeeper couldn't help but joked: "Brother Chen, shopkeeper Chen, we have known each other for so many years, and it's only during the Chinese New Year that you are willing to take out a few jars of plum blossom wine from that year for everyone to try."
"Why did you change your gender today? The aroma of this wine, even before it is opened, is even more fragrant than the jars of ten-year-old wine from the past few days."
"Why, you took out all your daughter's dowry because you fell in love with this young man."
Shopkeeper Chen's eyes widened, an inexplicable aura emitted, and he stared unfriendly at the man who spoke.
But in the end, he did not speak out to refute. Instead, he turned around and apologized to Fang Kuang: "Senior, please forgive me. My brothers at home don't have much eyesight. I hope senior won't blame me for not having the same knowledge as him."
But what Shopkeeper Chen didn't expect was that not only was Fang Kuang not angry, but he responded with a smile: "Shopkeeper Chen, don't worry, there is no one who has never been young and frivolous, and there is no one who doesn't want someone to love and think about him."
"If my daughter really sees eye to eye with my grandson, I won't be that evil person."
As soon as these words came out, the restaurant burst into laughter, and people kept yelling at the shopkeeper to call his daughter out to meet Wansheng next to the old man.
Faced with this scene, Fang Kuang looked towards the distance of the street with a smile, not caring about his own grandson's red-faced request for help.
This made more men in the restaurant laugh and boo, and Shopkeeper Chen's solemn look relaxed.
Even the young man's cultivation level was much higher than his, let alone this unfathomable old man and those vicious guards.
Those of them who work hard and have a low level of cultivation are just living a living. That is to say, they were born in the city with good fortune, so they don't have to work hard to buy a mansion.
Their cultivation is low and they earn less, but the advantage is that they are stable and can have some time to drink.
But there are not many such "good luck people". The people gathered in the inn are already one or two out of a hundred in the entire Dongsai City.
Therefore, shopkeeper Chen is also worried that he will suddenly lose a customer and a friend who "shares the same problem" and can drink together.
I can't blame the man. He couldn't see through the cultivation of the old and young people. He had never seen these guards directly, and he couldn't guess their purpose of drinking in this kind of wine shop.
All he knew was that no one would come here to drink every day in a wine shop that most monks looked down upon.
Generally speaking, such a wrong understanding may lead to loss of life. Fortunately, Fang Kuang didn't mean to anger him even though he was in a bad mood.
Seeing that the shopkeeper showed no intention of looking for his daughter, the cheering crowd also calmed down.
Although Fang Qiying's face was still red, she showed the courage that a son of aristocratic family should have and sat quietly beside her grandfather.
Fang Kuang withdrew his gaze and met Shopkeeper Chen's gaze. After gently nodding, he pulled the reins of the horse and let the carriage drive slowly.
Although I feel a bit regretful that I didn't wait for that young man, I still have to catch up on the journey and continue to practice.
It’s just that I haven’t taken a few steps yet,
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A young but unfamiliar voice came to his ears, and the hand waving the reins couldn't help but slow down.
Although the guards, including Fang Qiying, were a little confused, they still didn't say anything and just sat quietly on the horse.
"The shopkeeper is not kind. The aroma of the wine doesn't worry about the depth of the alley, but you just hide the good wine."
"The aroma of this wine is much stronger than that of the ten-year-old plum blossom wine. Why, is the shopkeeper afraid that I won't pay for my drink?"
Shopkeeper Chen's smile did not diminish, and he was not at all disturbed by the young man's teasing. Since the other party was here for the wine, he naturally would not make things more difficult.
What's more, with such a small fortune, why should this young man worry about it?
However, in business, the reason for giving wine to an old man is because he comes to drink every day, and because the money collected on the first day goes against his conscience.
But although the young man in front of him also received a hundred gold coins, he gave it voluntarily, and Shopkeeper Chen didn't feel he was indebted.
At this moment, a voice came from not far away: "It just so happens that I have a jar of 20-year-old plum blossom wine given by shopkeeper Chen, so let me borrow flowers to offer to the Buddha."
After saying that, a powerful mental force dragged the wine jar in the air and flew towards Yiran, and three more wine bowls flew out of the wine shop.
After filling up the wine, one flew to Yiran, one flew to the shopkeeper, and one came to his hand.
At the same time, the wine in the wine jar turned into dozens of similar water arrows and shot into the cups of every monk in the wine shop.
"Borrow shopkeeper Chen's wine and give me a toast to my little brothers and all the heroes!"
The men in the wine shop couldn't help but feel flattered, and then they realized that this old man was actually an unimaginable master.
The man who made fun of the shopkeeper's toast realized later that he had almost provoked a terrifying and powerful man inadvertently.
Yiran reached out and took a wine bowl, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed, sighing: "The shopkeeper is not as honest as my father-in-law, he has such good wine but doesn't bring it out."
"Are you really planning to leave it to your future son-in-law? Then I will really feel a little sorry."
Speaking of being prepared to leave it to her son-in-law, Yi Ran couldn't help but think of the wine she was familiar with but had never seen before - Ner Hong.
Inexplicably, Yiran smiled and said: "If it is really a wine left for my son-in-law, why not just call it Nuer Hong."
"There is a custom in my hometown. When a daughter is born, the father will bury several jars of strong wine for her daughter. When the daughter gets married, the wine will be dug out to entertain guests. The daughter wears red makeup and marries as a true husband."
Shopkeeper Chen took a sip of the wine with an intoxicated look on his face, but seemed not to hear the allusion Yi Ran said. He said with some embarrassment, "Young Master, this is a joke. Ten years of plum blossom wine has become the shop's signature. As for the past twenty years, I really don’t have a few jars of aged wine left, so I can’t entertain everyone.”
"Only those who are regular customers will occasionally order a jar of twenty-year-old plum blossom wine. This wine gets better every year, and if you drink a jar, you will lose one jar. Therefore, I hope you will forgive me."
Before Yi Ran could respond, Fang Kuang responded: "My daughter is a true man in red makeup. My daughter is red. What a daughter. Hong. Just hearing this name makes me intoxicated."
"Shopkeeper Chen, why don't you bury a few jars of ten-year-old plum blossom wine and take it out when your daughter meets your true love? If there is a chance, I will come to ask for a drink."
"As for the twenty-year-old plum blossom wine, this young master has already spoken. Why don't we just show off and take out a few jars."
Yiran also didn't expect that the old man would speak for him. In fact, he only had a slight mental contact on the way that day and did not leave any impression on the old man.
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It is always impossible to use mental power to detect a spirit person in front of you.
Faced with the old man's kindness, Yiran neither catered nor declined, but just waved his hand casually and said to the shopkeeper: "It's okay, it's okay. This bowl of wine can satisfy your appetite. I also want to thank my father-in-law. "
"I am just an elder who has good wine at home. Everywhere I go, I will collect some famous local wines, including spirits, alcoholic wines and fruit wines. When I was in Yishui City, I had already purchased several jars of plum blossom wine, but I didn't want the shopkeeper to do it. More fragrant and mellow.”
Shopkeeper Chen has been able to work here for many years. Not only does he have an exquisite mind, but at least his eyesight has been perfected for a long time.
What the old man did just now was beyond what ordinary fifth- and sixth-level magicians could do. No matter how highly he looked up to the old man, he never expected that the old man could be a spiritual person.
And this spiritual man who had been drinking in his own wine shop for several days for some unknown reason actually spoke to a young man, which made him doubt his guesses in the past few days.
The reason why I don't have that much favorable impression of this young man is because he talked nonsense a few days ago and asked about things that were simply impossible.
It was because he had long been prejudiced in his heart that even though he couldn't see through the young man's cultivation, he didn't have a good look on him, so he didn't respond to him several times.
It's just the old man's attitude towards this young guy that made him have to carefully consider whether this young man can really fight across five stars?
Or is he able to cross levels?
This made Shopkeeper Chen, who had never left Dongsai City in his life, start to tremble inexplicably.
Could it be that I really misjudged this young man?
Shopkeeper Chen glanced at Fang Kuang, saw the smile in his eyes, and then gritted his teeth and said to Yiran, "You're being rude."
"I never thought that the young master's request for twenty-year-old wine was actually to bring it to the elders in the family. With this intention, how can I save a few jars of wine for the young master? It should be regarded as a small gesture of filial piety to the young master's elders."
The smile on Yiran's face became brighter, and he joked about the sudden change in attitude of the shopkeeper, saying: "Shopkeeper Chen, don't force yourself. If you drink a jar of aged wine that is less than a jar, you will not be able to take it back after you give it to me."
Shopkeeper Chen didn't understand why he agreed, but the young man seemed to want to refuse, so he gritted his teeth and continued: "Although the young man has little cultivation, he is still a nail with every spit. Besides, he has the gift of wine. The seniors speak for the young master, how can the younger one dare to entrust the older one?"
"To tell you the truth, there are still eight jars of twenty-year-old plum blossom wine. Since the young master likes this wine, I will give him three jars. Among the remaining five jars, I will add two more jars for my seniors. I can keep three jars for myself. I have a thought."
"Master, what do you think?"
Yi Ran looked at the old man in front of him and asked with a smile: "Senior, what do you think?"
Fang Kuang did not expect that this young man would ask him, but his favorable impression of the young man increased a bit. He smiled at Shopkeeper Chen and said, "It all depends on Shopkeeper Chen's arrangement."
With a look of pain on his face, shopkeeper Chen took out three jars of twenty-year-old plum blossom wine from the spatial ring and handed them to Yiran, and then took out two jars and gave them to Fang Kuang.
Seeing that the general inventory was gone in an instant, shopkeeper Chen's face was as bitter as a bitter gourd.
Plum blossom wine is not actually a rare wine, but after its vintage reaches ten or even twenty years, its value will be even more desirable to those who are addicted to wine than rare wine.
While Fang Kuang took the wine jar, he stuffed a gold card into shopkeeper Chen's hand and said with a hearty smile: "Even if I invite this young hero and all the heroes to drink today, I wish my grandson good luck in the secret realm of Tianchi." It will go smoothly."
(End of chapter)
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