Immortal Road

Chapter 243 Spiritual Wine

Tianji Pavilion, fourth floor. Suddenly bursts of fragrance came out. This fragrance was light and elegant, lingering in the air.

As a Fire Nation person who is obsessed with spiritual wine, he was able to detect the aroma coming from the spiritual wine almost immediately.

A monk in the Qi training stage had a large mouthful of spiritual wine in his mouth, which he could hardly bear to swallow.

This bottle of spiritual wine sealed with black iron was given to him by Meng Feihu. The monk in the Qi training period thought it was just an ordinary spiritual wine, so he took a sip secretly when he had nothing to do. Unexpectedly, the spiritual wine in this black iron pot was so mellow and fragrant. It shocked him.

"How could Master Meng be willing to give me such a precious spiritual wine?" This Qi-training monk was filled with surprise. He could tell that this spiritual wine was special just from the smell.

This kind of precious spiritual wine should be tasted carefully in small sips, but now it was indeed such a big sip.

"What does it smell like?" Master Meng rushed out of the secret room and saw the Qi-training monk who had not had time to put away the spiritual wine.

"Where did you steal this spiritual wine?" Master Meng saw that it was this Qi-training monk, his nose twitched slightly, his expression changed, and he said angrily: "This spiritual wine contains dozens of spiritual fruits. . And it’s at least thirty years old. Where did you steal it from?”

As Master Meng was talking, he suddenly noticed the black iron wine bottle.

He was very familiar with the style of this black iron wine flask. He frowned slightly. After thinking for a moment, he took out another black iron wine flask from his storage bag. When he compared the two, his expression suddenly changed.

These two black iron wine bottles are exactly the same.

"Isn't this the spiritual wine that Master Meng just gave me?" The monk in the Qi training stage had never seen Master Meng so excited and said quickly.

"This... how is this possible?" Master Meng said in surprise. He simply couldn't believe that the black iron wine pot contained spiritual wine of such quality.

In order to verify the correctness of this matter, Master Meng opened the pot of sealed spiritual wine in his hand, and a strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils. There was an aura of irritability in the aroma of wine.

"Good wine!" Meng Feihu shouted loudly.

This pot of spiritual wine is completely different from the pot of spiritual wine in the hands of the monks in the Qi training period, but it is undeniable that these two pots of spiritual wine have their own merits and are both rare treasures in the world.

Meng Feihu's face darkened. He never thought that the two bottles of spiritual wine he regarded as rubbish far exceeded the spiritual wine brewed from the flame fruit, which he was very proud of.

No wonder Ishikawa wasn't surprised when he drank his spiritual wine just now?

If you taste this kind of spiritual wine every day, how can you take the spiritual wine brewed from the flame fruit in your eyes.

Meng Feihu smiled bitterly. It seemed that Ishikawa was really a great person, and he probably came from a big family.

Only a big family can brew elixirs from precious spiritual fruits and herbs, and only a big family can have spiritual wine that has been preserved for decades.

Not to mention the spiritual wine in the hotel, even the ordinary spiritual wine will not be eaten.

Meng Feihu stretched out his hand and took the pot of spiritual wine in the hands of the Qi-training monk into his own hand.

He casually grabbed an unopened bottle of Lingshu from the storage bag and said, "I gave it to the wrong one just now. That's why you were so lucky to get the Lingshu. But fortunately, you only took this sip, and I won't argue with you. ”

The Qi-training monk frowned slightly, but he did not dare to refute anything.

He caught the spirit wine that Meng Feihu threw over, put it into his storage bag, and left quickly.

At this time, a foundation-building monk came out of the secret room and said displeasedly: "What happened to fellow Taoist Meng just now, so he came out in such a hurry. Hey, what does it smell like?"

Meng Feihu quickly put the black iron pot in his hand into his storage bag.

"Nothing, let's continue to go back and identify the spiritual grass." Meng Yunfei said casually.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, you are wrong." The foundation-building monk twitched his nose slightly and said, "Although I have been collecting poisonous weeds in the Five Poison Valley this past year, which has caused my sense of smell to be somewhat bad. But when I came out of the secret room, I immediately smelled the strong aroma of spiritual wine. It was a bit unethical to hide it secretly."

If it were the elegant fragrance of my brother's bottle of spirit wine, perhaps this foundation-building monk really wouldn't be able to detect it.

But the aroma of the second bottle of spiritual wine that Meng Feihu opened was very strong, and even if the person's sense of smell was affected by the poisonous mist, he could still smell it.

"It's just a gift from a friend." Meng Feihu walked into the secret room minding his own business.

"Fellow Taoist Meng, you and I have known each other for many years, and we both like the way of spiritual wine. And fellow Taoist Meng also knows that the method I practice is to use spiritual wine as a guide to refine elixirs. It is so good. I will definitely not be willing to drink the spiritual wine, and I will use it to refine the elixir. But Fellow Taoist Meng, I will only taste it. As long as there is a price for this spiritual wine, I will never bargain for the elixir that I will refine. You can give 30% to fellow Taoists."

Meng Feihu didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear anything, he stepped directly into the secret room.

"Fellow Taoist Meng, what does this mean?" The monk in the foundation-building stage looked a little displeased. Unfortunately, Meng Feihu didn't respond.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Meng has no sincerity, so there will be nothing to talk about between us in the future." Seeing that Meng Feihu was silent, the foundation-building monk left a harsh word and walked away.

Not long after, a servant quickly ran into the secret room and asked nervously: "Master Meng, Senior Lu left in a hurry just now and looked very angry. This..."

"You don't need to take care of this matter, get out!" Meng Feihu was angry in his heart.

"But I just gave Senior Lu a ride, and he actually said he would never come again. What should I do?"

"Love or not, if you dare to bother me again, be careful of your life." Meng Feihu said a harsh word and slammed the door.

Not long after, Meng Feihu came to the fourth floor of the Tianji Pavilion and asked directly: "There was a young foundation-building monk wearing a blue robe just now. He looked like he was in his twenties. Who was it?"

"It's me!" Luo Shuiyao walked out, startled in her heart. She did intend to remind Ishikawa to leave earlier, but she did it very secretly and would not be noticed.

"Is that person gone?" Meng Feihu asked anxiously.

"It's been a long time!" Luo Shuiyao replied respectfully.

"He's gone. Do you know where he went?" Meng Feihu said this, shook his head and said, "If this person appears again in the future, report it to me immediately."

"Yes, Master Meng." Luo Shuiyao said respectfully.

"Ishikawa, Ishikawa, Shi... which big family does this belong to? There is no big family named Shi in the surrounding countries. Could it be from a country further away?" Meng Feihu was a little confused, but still not sure. Ken is sure.

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Feihu placed three spiritual stones in the teleportation formation.

After a flash of white light, Meng Feihu appeared on the eighth floor of Tianji Pavilion.

The eighth floor of Tianji Pavilion is smaller than the previous floors, but the paving is very luxurious.

Near the teleportation formation, there were several monks in the Qi training stage.

Meng Feihu said directly: "I want to visit shopkeeper Xing, please let me know."

"Master Meng, please wait a moment." A monk in the Qi training stage left quickly and came back soon, saying: "Shopkeeper Xing said that he has important matters to deal with, so it is inconvenient to see you."

Meng Feihu frowned slightly, took out a black iron vial from his arms, handed it to the Qi-training monk and said, "Please give this to Shopkeeper Xing and ask him to open it. He should understand what I mean. "

"This..." The Qi-training monk looked embarrassed, but he still took the black iron pot and walked in.

Soon, the Qi-training monk almost flew over and shouted: "Master Meng, Shopkeeper Xing has invited you to go quickly."

"Thank you." Meng Feihu knew that the spiritual wine had taken effect. Strided in.

……………… "It turns out to be Master Meng, please sit down." An old man with white beard and white hair sat on a wicker chair, but this wicker chair was obviously made of spiritual wood. If you sit on it for a long time, It has the effect of awakening the spirit and soul.

This old man has cultivation in the late stage of foundation building and is the general manager of Tianji Pavilion. However, he usually practices on the eighth floor of Tianji Pavilion and rarely manages the affairs of Tianji Pavilion.

"Thank you so much, Shopkeeper Xing." Meng Feihu sat down and looked at the half-pot of spirit wine in Shopkeeper Xing's hand, feeling pain in his heart.

Meng Feihu was addicted to alcohol and liked to collect all kinds of spiritual wines. However, Meng Feihu did not dare to hide this matter because it related to the relationship between a big family and Tianji Pavilion.

"Where did this spirit wine come from? It's quite interesting." Shopkeeper Xing asked with interest.

"It was given to me by an early-stage foundation-building monk named Ishikawa. He came here not long ago to sell a batch of low-level spiritual herbs. I saw that this person had a good appearance, and I guessed that this person might be a disciple of a certain big family. So I brought out the spiritual wine brewed from the flame fruit, and before he left, I also gave him a pot of spiritual wine brewed from the flame fruit. This pot of spiritual wine was what he gave to me in return." Tiger recounted the incident in detail.

Shopkeeper Xing nodded and said, "This person is really interesting. But from what you said, he really shouldn't be a monk from the Fire Nation. Because it is impossible for a Fire Nation monk in the foundation-building stage to join the Gong family. In addition, this person For someone to take out so many low-level spiritual herbs at one time, it means that this person should come from a place where spiritual herbs are very abundant. I guess that he also has high-level spiritual herbs in his storage bag, but he just doesn't want to take them out. "

"I also searched for big families in the surrounding countries, and there wasn't even a family with the surname Shi. I guess this person might have given me a fake name. Let Shopkeeper Xing make a decision on this matter!" Meng Feihu said.

After thinking about it for a while, Shopkeeper Xing said: "This person's negative impact on us is almost negligible. Judging from this spiritual wine, there should be no one in this person's family that is not much inferior to Tianji Pavilion. Furthermore, The more spiritual herbs he brings, the more benefits it will bring to us. As long as we can purchase them all, the profit will be huge.

"I will obey the decree of Shopkeeper Xing!" Meng Feihu said respectfully.