Immortal Road

Ishikawa already knew the entrance to this tavern.

Of course, for most of the monks who lick blood at the edge of the knife and risk their lives for treasures, who doesn't understand this truth? .

It's just that no one cares.

When he dies, even if these treasures are placed on him, they will have no meaning. Instead, they will make it easier for the monk who killed him to sink into the South China Sea forever, or fall into the belly of a monster.

If you have wine now, you will get drunk now, so this tavern's business of brewing spiritual wine for free and keeping it on behalf of the monks is very popular among the monks.

Generally speaking, taverns will not easily use the spiritual wine stored by monks here. After all, monks are different from mortals, and monks have extremely long lifespans. Decades of retreat are also common.

The Taoist friend who is having a good time drinking and chatting today may successfully advance to the next level after decades of seclusion, and when the time comes, he will have to perform the courtesy of an elder.

There are so many treasures in the South China Sea, and there are places to cultivate materials almost everywhere. This kind of thing is very common, otherwise there would not be so many monks taking such great risks to fight monsters here.

Most taverns would not dare to use the spiritual wine stored by the monks here unless they received the exact news of the monk's death and saw the other party's body.

If someone else's spiritual wine is used, the monk will be in trouble if he comes back to ask for it after hundreds of years.

In the tavern, there is a lot of spiritual wine that has been preserved for thousands of years. In addition to the tavern itself storing it, the quantity is even greater.

But only the owner of the tavern knows what can be used.

Ishikawa took out a storage bag and handed it over. Said: "Let's use these to refine some spiritual wine!"

The foundation-building monk took it, and after a brief inspection with his spiritual consciousness, his face changed slightly and said: "Senior, there are many types of spiritual wine made from these materials, you might as well come in with me and discuss it in detail."

There was a wave of excitement in Ishikawa's heart. The spiritual herbs in the storage bag were all extremely ordinary things.

In addition to the spiritual herbs used by the Golden Core Stage monks, there are even some spiritual herbs used by the Foundation Establishment Stage monks. In Jingtian Kingdom, not to mention the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, even the Golden Core Stage monks would not take these spiritual herbs seriously.

It even lowered the status of Ishikawa's golden elixir monk.

Ishikawa originally just wanted to get some spiritual herbs to deal with it. After all, I might come here often in the future.

Unexpectedly, he would be taken seriously by this monk.

"Senior, please!"

Ishikawa followed the foundation-building monks into the inner courtyard of the tavern and walked around several pavilions. Before arriving at a secret room.

"Master, we have a distinguished guest!" the foundation-building monk shouted loudly.

"Please!" The door opened wide, and a confident voice came out.

After the foundation-building monks saluted, they bowed and left.

Ishikawa stepped into the room.

In the middle of the room, there is an Eight Immortals table. There are two wicker chairs, both made from the bones of some kind of monster beast. The golden light shines on them and they look very gorgeous.

"Fellow Taoist, please take a seat!" The speaker was a man in his thirties. He has solid confidence and his cultivation level should be in the middle stage of Jindan. He is holding Ishikawa's storage bag and looking at it carefully.

Ishikawa was not polite either. Sat down. He guessed in his heart that this monk must have a reason for inviting him here. Ishikawa simply didn't ask and waited for the monk to explain.

After a while, the man said, "I'm sorry, I'm the owner of the tavern. Don't you know your surname?"

"Ishikawa!"

"Fellow Daoist Shi must be very strange about this matter. Why would we go to war with such common spiritual herbs?"

Ishikawa nodded but remained silent.

The man smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Shi probably just came to Nanhai and doesn't know much about this place. You will understand after you live there for some time. Nanhai is far away from Fengwu Continent, so spiritual grass has become extremely scarce. , Even these spiritual herbs that fellow Taoists look down upon are extremely precious. After all, we ascetics cannot live without spiritual herbs."

Ishikawa nodded, seeming to understand.

This place is extremely far away from Fengwu Continent. A round trip will definitely take a long time. No matter how precious the spiritual grass is, no monk is willing to travel back and forth to transport the spiritual grass.

After all, in the South China Sea, where treasures are everywhere, as long as you hunt some monsters, you can exchange them for the elixirs and treasures you want. After most of the monks arrived here, they tried their best to collect various treasures to prepare for their own cultivation.

Bai Erran continued: "These spiritual herbs from my fellow Taoist are all used to brew spiritual wine, and they are valuable. I wonder if you are willing to part with them? Or exchange them for spiritual wine of equal value?"

Ishikawa is not short of spiritual wine and spiritual stones. As for gold clam beads, another common currency in the South China Sea, Bingxue also gave a lot of them as gifts.

After pondering for a while, Ishikawa said: "Since Fellow Daoist Bai knows that I have just arrived here, if you can tell me the details of this place, I will give these spiritual herbs to Fellow Daoist."

Bai Oran laughed a few times and said: "Fellow Taoist Shi is a very cheerful person, but I, Bai, will not take advantage of you. There are some golden clam beads here, which can be regarded as buying spiritual herbs. If Taoist Shi lives here, he will inevitably ask for it in the future." I don’t want to ruin Bai’s principles just because I want to make some deals. As for what Fellow Taoist Shi wants to know, I will tell you everything I can tell you!”

On the edge of the South China Sea, there is not only such a small town, there is not only such a tavern in this small town, and it is not only this tavern that purchases materials from monster beasts.

So Bai had a very clear idea that at the price of such a small amount of gold clam beads, he could be on good terms with Ishikawa. As a Golden Core monk, Ishikawa would definitely hunt for a lot of treasures on weekdays. If they came here to sell them all, Bai would Otherwise, you will naturally gain a lot.

Ishikawa put the storage bag away and after a quick inspection, he found that there were more than ten gold clam beads in it.

Among the treasures Bingxue gave to Ishikawa, there were only about a hundred golden clam beads.

"I guess fellow Taoist must have a lot of spiritual herbs on his body, but if I were fellow Taoist, I would definitely not sell it immediately. I have to find out the market situation." Bai Oran smiled and said, "If fellow Taoist Shi wants to sell, , you must give priority to me, I will never let fellow Taoist Shi suffer."

Ishikawa nodded: "Young Daoist Bai is a straightforward person, I admire you. If I want to sell, I will definitely come to Youdao Bai."

"Master, there's something important!" The voice of the foundation-building monk suddenly came from outside.

Bai smiled apologetically at Ishikawa and opened the door to the room.

"What's the matter?" Bai Booran asked.

"This..." The foundation-building monk looked at Ishikawa, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

"But it doesn't matter!"

"Young Master Xu is here again. He must see the owner. The waiter is messing around with him. I came here specifically to report to the owner."

Bai Oran's face changed slightly: "Is Xu Hong here again?"

"Fellow Daoist Shi, I'm afraid I won't be able to talk about the South China Sea in detail today. If you don't have anything important to do, fellow Daoist, please wait here for a few hours. If something happens, you can wait until tomorrow to come back." Bai Booran said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I'll go to the tavern and taste the spirit wine!"

"Bai Che, you first lead fellow Taoist Shi to the hall." Otherwise, Bai Che's face looked a little unsightly.

"Senior, please follow me!" The foundation-building monk led Ishikawa back to the tavern hall, took Ishikawa to a corner, and took out several bottles of spiritual wine and placed them on them.

"Bai Che, where is your owner?" There were three people sitting on a table three feet away. One of them was dressed in rich clothes and had a fair complexion. He looked like he was in his twenties, but his His cultivation level is actually at the early stage of Jindan.

It seems that this person has also practiced the art of preserving and nourishing his face.

Sitting next to him were two middle-stage Jindan monks. They just sat blankly. There wasn't even an empty cup in front of them. The young man was slowly tasting the spiritual wine in the cup.

"I have already informed the owner of the museum. I believe he will invite you in soon!" Bai Che said hurriedly.

The young man sneered and said: "I won't leave today. If I don't bring up the Boao blood wine, I will never give up today!"

Bai Chenonuo said a few words, not daring to say anything, and stood there with his hands down.

"Boao Blood Wine, isn't that the spiritual wine left behind by Senior Yue Quan?"

"Senior Yue Quan has not been heard from for hundreds of years. If he had not advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, he would have exhausted his longevity and died. What a pity for this Boao Blood Wine."

"Thousand-year-old Boao blood wine is an excellent tonic. It is said that it can not only replenish a large amount of spiritual power, but also has a great nourishing effect on the male root. Over the years, Boao has disappeared at all. This only remaining Boao blood wine is certainly valuable. Not cheap.”

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Ishikawa slowly tasted the spiritual wine in front of him while listening to the whispers of the monks around him.

These spirit wines are only ten or twenty years old, and their taste is average. However, they have the unique rough taste of Nanhai spirit wine, which is by no means as delicate as the spirit wine brewed by spirit grass.

A quarter of an hour later, seven or eight empty wine bottles were placed in front of the young man.

The young men did not drink all these spiritual wines alone. They only drank one cup of each spiritual wine, and the rest was poured on the table and allowed to spill.

Those handymen in the foundation-building period dared not speak out in anger, and could only watch helplessly as the fine spiritual wine was wasted.

The monks drinking spiritual wine in the tavern did not seem to be affected by this, as if they were used to it.

"A few more pots of spiritual wine!" The young man drank up the cup of spiritual wine, and at the same time turned the entire bottle of spiritual wine upside down, and the spiritual wine flowed out.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, haven't we seen you for a long time?" A hearty laugh came, and Bai Oran walked out.

"Master Bai!" Everyone bowed their hands in greeting.

Bai Oran looked around, nodded in return, and walked straight towards the young man.

"Master Bai is so busy that it's hard to even meet him!" the young man said angrily.

"There are so many worldly things, how could Mr. Xu be so free?" Bai Oran sat opposite the young man.

The tavern suddenly became quiet.

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To make up for yesterday’s second update, there will be two more updates tonight.

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