After leaving Dali Temple, Su Li changed his appearance and turned into the face of the young man who met Qu Lu at the Hongyan Tower that day. His clothes fluttered and he came to the street where Lili lived.
It was August 15th of another year, and lanterns were hung in front of every house. Although the alley was secluded, children could be seen playing and playing in the street. Poor people squatted beside their homes, picking vegetables, and watching their children. The picture reflected in Su Li's eyes actually made her feel a little warm.
After staring blankly for a moment, Su Li caught a glimpse of the proprietress of Zhouyue Liquor House carrying a swill bucket. She immediately calmed down and walked into the already wide-open Lili House.
When Su Li saw the proprietress, the proprietress naturally also noticed Su Li. She poured out the swill, looked back and saw the door open to the tall building, a faint light flashed in her eyes, and she cursed: "Prodigal son... It's just that the shop is in a remote place. There is no sound even for the opening. If you have this money to build high-rise buildings, you might as well use it to buy good land... "
The poor scribe staggered to the door with a wine flask in his hand. Half drunk and half awake, he rolled his eyes and said, "As long as it doesn't delay our business, why do you care about so many other people?"
The landlady shook her strong shoulders, banged the swill bucket on the ground, turned around and cursed: "I said, you are still in high spirits, aren't you? Are you itchy again?!"
The poor scribe didn't seem to hear what the landlady said at all. He closed his eyes and sniffed his nose intoxicatedly, "It smells so good. When did our wine become so fragrant..."
"You damn drunkard, where does the smell of wine come from?"
There was a strange look on the round face of the landlady, "You can smell the fragrance of osmanthus all morning. Which restaurant's late osmanthus has bloomed?"
"Huh? No, this smell..."
The poor scribe suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling, and he sniffed like a dog smelling the smell and walked out of the winery. In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the door of Linliju.
"Hey! You're such a bad scholar that you don't drink your own wine and you still take care of the business next door. Come back here!"
The poor scribe was drunk and hurt at the moment, but he ignored his mother-in-law's shouts behind him and rushed into the center of Lili Center regardless of the consequences.
Linliju has just opened, and it is very deserted at the moment. The poor scholar stood at the door and looked at the exquisite and unobtrusive decoration, exclaiming: "Big dog, big dog, everything built here is made with money..."
"Sir, what would you like to order? Our Liliju wine is unique in the world, there is no other wine!"
Yin Xuetong stepped forward with a smile and asked, but her heart was very uneasy. In front of her was a great master in the innate realm. She didn't know whether the pill Su Li gave her would work. She had just taken it less than a quarter of an hour ago.
"Liliju? What a name!"
The poor scribe praised loudly and said freely: "Drinking is about having fun and being hearty! It seems that this girl is the boss of Linliju. I didn't expect that she is also a member of the same group!"
The poor scribe couldn't see anything, and Yin Xuetong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Su Li's attainments in the alchemy path had reached the level of perfection. Since the scribe in front of him couldn't see anything, in the future, as long as he doesn't encounter the realm of immortality that exceeds the innate realm, Masters should not have to worry about exposing their cultivation and identity.
Thinking like this, Yin Xuetong cast a blessing and said humbly: "This guest officer has misunderstood. The slave family is just the shopkeeper of the inn. My husband is the owner of this winery."
So it turned out that this was the case. The poor scribe had a look of astonishment on his face. He found a table and sat down. He touched the smooth mirror-like tabletop with both hands. His face was full of enjoyment. This is the best pear wood!
"Sir, what kind of wine would you like?"
Yin Xuetong's smile remained unchanged, but she secretly murmured in her heart, is this person really the innate master that Su Li said? Why do you look so poor and have never seen the world
Speaking of wine, the poor scribe immediately thought of business and subconsciously looked at the wooden sign hanging behind the cabinet. When he saw it, his face suddenly turned green.
"Osmanthus fermented wine: alcoholic, sweet and not greasy!"
"First-class sweet-scented osmanthus brew, one hundred thousand taels per pot; second-class sweet-scented osmanthus brew, one thousand taels per pot; third-class sweet-scented osmanthus brew, one hundred taels per pot."
"Fire wine: It stirs up the heart and lungs as fiercely as fire, the wine warms the ears, and makes one drop drunk!"
"First-class strong fire wine, fifty thousand taels per jar; second-class strong fire wine, five hundred taels per pot; third-class strong fire wine, fifty thousand taels per pot."
"Osmanthus cake...fried peanuts...beef..."
The poor scribe's eyes widened. The usual food to go with the wine was fine, and the prices were almost the same as those in other restaurants. But what was going on with those two kinds of wine
Even the lowest third-class wine is several times more expensive than the best wine in an ordinary restaurant!
A black shop!
This is a naked black shop!
The poor scribe's face tightened, and he wanted to rush out the door, but his house was next door, and if he didn't see him when he looked up, he couldn't bear to look at him. He had hidden a small amount of personal money, but it was only five taels of silver, and he couldn't even afford a bottle of wine.
Smelling the increasingly strong aroma of wine, the poor scribe swallowed his saliva, rubbed his hands and asked with a lewd expression: "Um... the shopkeeper, on the first day your winery opened, didn't you even have any entertainment activities? Look, Your wine is so expensive, how can anyone dare to buy it?"
When Yin Xuetong heard this, her smile froze on her face, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Will a senior who is more talented than me be short of wine money
"Treat him as a regular drinker and explain your intention."
Su Li's voice suddenly came to her ears, and Yin Xuetong immediately came back to her senses, pointed at the wine jar that had been unsealed at the door, and said with a smile: "Our husband said, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley! If you are familiar with wine, A Taoist person, just by smelling the aroma of the wine, you will know that the wine we sell at Liliju is definitely good wine!"
Only then did the poor scribe see a row of wine jars at the door, and his eyes suddenly turned green. He wanted to go up and pick up a jar and leave, but the reason in his heart still made him stop his thoughts and sighed:
"The aroma of the wine is strong, and the fragrance spreads far and wide! How can a wine drinker fail to recognize good wine..."
He also knew that it was good wine, but he couldn't afford it!
When Yin Xuetong saw that the fire was coming, she immediately smiled and said: "My guest, there is no need to feel sorry. You are the first guest to come to Linli Residence today, and my husband said that if a neighbor comes to ask for a drink, he should give a bottle of drink as a gift! Guest, just a moment Come on, I will go down and prepare some food and drinks for you."
The poor scribe was surprised when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed. Yin Xuetong hurriedly stood up and walked out the door. Yin Xuetong was so frightened that he took a few steps back with a look of surprise on his face. Could it be that this senior was so arrogant that he didn't even take advantage of a bottle of wine
"Master shopkeeper, wait a moment! My mother-in-law is also a good drinker, wait until I call her here! Gifts of wine must be calculated on a per-person basis, right? It would be disrespectful for me to refuse, hahahahahaha..."
Yin Xuetong watched blankly as the poor scribe walked away in a hurry.
She has never seen such a shameless person, who even took advantage of him and took care of his family!
Su Li was hiding upstairs. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile and said to Qu Qingning, who was dressed as a waiter next to him: "Prepare a pot of strong fire wine and a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus brew, and bring the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
Qu Qingning had a weird look on his face and muttered: "With such a poor scholar who loves to take advantage, plus that rich middle-aged woman, Su Li, are you admitting your mistake?"
Fang Yuan nodded in agreement. Except for the underground secret room, they had lived here for several months and never noticed any movement from the couple next door. They worked at sunrise and rested at sunset every day. It was extremely ordinary.
Su Li glanced at Fang Yuan and asked: "In the innate realm, everyone has a path in their hearts, which is also an obsession. Fang Yuan, what path are you on? What obsessions do you have in your heart?"
Suddenly asked about this, Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and looked into Su Li's clear eyes. His face tensed and he immediately turned his head and looked away.
How can I express such obsession.
Seeing Fang Yuan's reaction, Su Li was quite strange, but did not ask any more questions, "Whether it is hate or love, they are all obsessions. After being born and becoming the Tao, it is also the way to refine the heart. Although the genius doctor Qi Xianqing is the one who can help the world by hanging the pot, But the obsession in his heart is only the master sect, so he has countless disciples. The innate masters of the corpse refining sect are full of lust in their hearts, so they have countless blood in their hands, but they still have clear thoughts."
Hearing this, Fang Yuan became increasingly silent. Qu Qingning seemed to understand, but finally understood what Su Li was going to say, "You mean, the way that couple walked..."
Su Li narrowed her eyes slightly, "Not everyone can walk in the world of mortals."
When one is powerful, the desires in one's heart will swell, such as longing for wealth, longing for power, and longing for greater strength. All these will cause a warrior to lose his true heart.
This is why so many sects view the secular world with contempt and disdain. They think they are superior and can control life and death, while ordinary people are just ants. After becoming a human master, who would want to go back to the life of ants before
Qu Qingning lowered his head and looked at the couple who walked in the door, one thin and one fat. They really looked like ordinary people.
With this thought in mind, he immediately went downstairs to prepare wine and food.
Downstairs, the fat landlady was sitting at the table, touching the smooth tables and chairs fondly, her eyes shining, she really wanted to move a set back and sit there.
Seeing that the lobby was empty and the waiter was still waiting to serve the food, the proprietress couldn't help but lower her voice and asked: "Master, you didn't mean to lie to me just now, did you? Why don't we have to pay for such an expensive restaurant?" Go in…”
"Hi!"
The poor scribe interrupted: "Just now, the big shopkeeper told me personally, how could it be false? Hey! Look, isn't this coming..."
After saying this, he saw Qu Qingning dragging a plate out of the back hall, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's time to serve! This is the fire wine and sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed wine that our husband gave you two. Please use it carefully!" Qu Qingning quickly arranged the dishes and wine pots, and shouted before going down.
The poor scholar impatiently poured a glass of wine into his mouth. But the proprietress grabbed the wine glass from his hand and shouted: "Brother, walk slowly!"
Qu Qingning turned back in confusion, "What else does your guest need?"
He was despised in his heart. Could it be that these two people wanted to take some back to drink? Even if you are following the world of mortals, you can't be too shameless.
The proprietress forced a smile on her face and asked in a friendly voice: "I just want to ask, why can't you see other waiters in a winery as big as yours? It's so deserted."
Qu Qingning's heart thumped. Could it be that she saw something