The shopkeeper bowed slightly, holding an exquisite wine bottle in his hand. He moved his hands forward and said with a smile on his face:
"Master Su Xian stayed here. This is Han Jiang Nuan brewed by my father. It is fifty years old."
With Su Xing's sense of smell, he could already smell the intoxicating aroma of wine wafting from the spout of the jug, as well as the faint aura contained therein.
A good wine indeed!
Su Xing has bought wine from this hotel many times this year, and he is not unfamiliar with this hotel.
The father he was talking about was an old shopkeeper and a mortal without spiritual roots. However, relying on his first-hand wine-making skills, he managed to open a shop in Fangshi, and even further obtained the right of residence in Xianzong.
The wine he brews is quite popular, but the old shop owner is old and has handed over everything to his sons - the middle-aged man in front of him.
However, Su Xing just looked at the other party with a calm expression and had no intention of reaching out to take it.
The smile on the shop owner's face remains unchanged. He has lived in Fangshi for many years and has come into contact with many monks with different personalities.
Understanding that Su Xing is not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of nothing, he happened to take out the jug of wine for a request, so he waved:
"Hu'er, come here quickly, I've seen the immortal master."
In the room, a tiger-headed child ran over in a hurry, leaned on the shopkeeper's lap, glanced at Su Xing timidly with his big round eyes, raised his head and shouted:
"father!"
"Don't call me daddy, call me Immortal Master!" The middle-aged shop owner first put the wine bottle on the tray in the waiter's hands. Then he half-crouched and held Hu'er's face with one hand, and carefully wiped it twice with the other sleeve to wipe away the green snot that was about to fall off Hu'er's face.
"Master Immortal!" Hu'er sniffed, leaned on the middle-aged man's leg and twisted twice before shouting obediently.
"Hey, Master Su, my son looks smart, he's not yet five years old!" The middle-aged man's smile made the wrinkles on his forehead deeper, but he showed a bit of sincerity.
Then he held up the delicate wine bottle with both hands, with a more sincere look on his face, looked at Su Xing and said:
"I don't have any special request. I just want the immortal master to help me see if I have the talent to cultivate immortality."
Su Xing had already heard that the shop owner would ask his customers, who were monks, to check out his son's talents from time to time. A bottle of fine wine will also come with it. I didn’t expect that it would be my turn today.
He thought for a while and didn't say no. Hu'er approached the middle-aged man and gently touched the man's head with his hand.
Perhaps it was the natural affinity of Fuso's spiritual energy, or perhaps it was Su Xingsheng's desire to kill both men and women, but Hu'er stood obediently without showing any signs of discomfort.
Fusang's spiritual power poured into Hu'er's body. The young man had no reaction to the spiritual energy passing through his body. After a while, he felt it. Su Xing raised his hand and walked outside.
The middle-aged shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then understood something, patted his son's head, and followed Su outside with the wine bottle.
"There are no signs of spiritual root talent yet." Su Xing said slowly: "But the child is still young, so we can't tell for sure in the future."
The smile on the middle-aged shopkeeper's face froze, and then he reacted. He nodded and bowed a few words, and held the wine bottle in front of him:
"Thank you Immortal Master Su for your guidance."
Su Xing didn't say much. He accepted the wine and just used his spiritual power to comb Hu'er's body. This was the reward he deserved.
In fact, he understood that the store owner might just want to ask for a few good words, as many other drinkers had done the same in the past.
After all, not many people can do it when their spiritual consciousness in the Qi training realm is so powerful that they can sense the reaction of the opponent's children to spiritual power.
Therefore, many drinkers just cooperate and say a few nice words, and they can exchange for a pot of fine wine, so why not do it.
The shopkeeper doesn't know it either, but sometimes he just wants a lucky break.
Of course, this wine is not given for free. Generally, only middle-aged and regular customers who spend a lot of money will give a bottle of good wine and let them take a look at it.
However, this is only for ordinary monks. It just so happens that Su Xing's spiritual consciousness is powerful and he can basically detect the opponent's talent.
After taking a look at Su Xing's non-stop footsteps, the shopkeeper didn't think too much. As a mortal living in the world of monks, he never dared to think too much.
Turning around and walking into the house, he suddenly realized when he looked at Hu'er who was still running his nose not far away. The immortal master specially took himself outside the door, probably because he was afraid that Hu'er would hear about it.
I remembered that every time I always let the monks comment on Hu'er's talent in front of me, this was the first time a monk took me to avoid the child.
He couldn't help but be stunned. He took two steps forward and held up Hu'er's face. The middle-aged shopkeeper was about to wipe Hu'er's nose with his sleeve.
The child has been cold for the past two days. It's not a big problem, it's just a bruised nose and runny nose.
However, Hu'er's "little green dragon" that always kept rooting miraculously never showed its head again, and Hu'er's big eyes were black and shiny, full of aura.
Like... new shoots after the rain, full of vitality.
The shopkeeper was a little confused, lifted Hu'er's chin, looked at it, and then said:
"It's strange how your little nose healed all of a sudden. Forget it, go and play by yourself!"
"I don't know, big brother just touched it and it was all right!" Hu'er responded, running towards the house like a liberated little rabbit.
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and hurriedly grabbed the waiter next to him and said:
"Do you remember what the immortal master just now looked like?"
"Shopkeeper, those immortal teachers and students are like immortals in the sky. You can't forget them even if you want to." The waiter saw that the shopkeeper's reaction was a bit big and he hurriedly responded.
"In the future, when this immortal master comes to our hotel again, he will be able to drink fifty-year-old wine."
"Shopkeeper, what's the price?"
"It's better to go by the year 30!"
...
In the distance, Su Xing was walking leisurely on his way back to the mountain alone.
Fusang's spiritual energy is deep and long, and the spiritual energy he spent just sorting out the child has been restored this time.
Not long after, he walked up to Yuli Peak.
But he did not go back to Xiaoxuan Mountain, and then walked up to the highest peak of Yuli Peak.
This is an isolated peak with dangerous mountains and rugged stone walls. No monks live here.
However, Su Xing seemed to be familiar with the road, relying on his strong physique to climb through the mountains, and soon reached the top of the mountain.
"Senior Brother Yan, Su Xing is here to bother you again." Su Xing looked at a large rock in the distance and said softly.
There was a person lying on the big rock. Monks breathe spiritual energy and are generally born with clean bodies. In addition, they are always clean, so there are very few people who are dirty.
But the person in front of him seemed to have no image at all. His blue clothes were almost black, and his dirty hair was scattered behind his back, or draped over his face, covering his eyes.
He was just lying on the stone, facing north, and his eyes under his hair seemed to be open or closed in sleep.
There was no reaction at all to Su Xing's voice, as if he didn't hear it.
"Here comes the wine, Han Jiang Nuan, and a jar of fifty-year-old wine." Su Xing didn't pay attention and said to himself.
With a swish sound, the dirty man sat up from the stone.
