Just as she was about to stand up, a voice suddenly came.
"Is the Immortal Drunk delicious?"
She was startled and instinctively looked up in the direction of the voice, and saw an old man in gray sitting on the tree. The old man was dirty, as if he had not bathed for a long time. His hair and beard were all white with a silver glow, but his face was rosy without a single wrinkle. At this moment, he was looking at her with a smiling look, which made her a little confused for a moment.
When did this old man come here? She didn't even notice it? He even asked if the Immortal Drunk tasted good? Did he see what happened just now? For a moment, her eyes flickered and she was thinking.
Seeing that she didn't speak, the old man jumped down from the tree, sat down at the table and pointed at the wine in front of Fengjiu: "Give me a glass too!"
Feng Jiu looked at him and said, "You'll get drunk if you drink this. Are you sure you want to drink it?"
"Let me try it." The old man said with a smile, "I haven't drunk for a long time, I'm a little greedy."
Seeing this, Fengjiu poured him a glass. After he took a sip from the glass, she frowned and said with disdain, "This is as bland as water. Can it be considered a divine intoxication? It doesn't taste good. It doesn't taste good."
As he spoke, he poured the wine behind him, put the glass on the table, and looked at Fengjiu with a smile: "How about I take you to drink the real immortal drunkenness?"
Before Fengjiu could say anything, the old man pulled her away, leaving her no room for resistance or rejection. Looking at the old man, Fengjiu narrowed her eyes slightly. Who on earth is this person? From a close distance, this person has a strong medicinal scent. He should be someone who deals with elixirs all year round. But just now on the tree, she didn't smell any medicinal scent at all.
"Senior, are you an alchemist?" Fengjiu asked as she followed him.
The old man in front looked back at her and said with a smile: "Yes! I am an alchemist."
Walking through the forest and the cave, they came to a stream. The old man let go of Fengjiu's hand, stared at the stream in front of him, and finally said to Fengjiu, "Wait for me here for a while."
A figure flashed by, and the man jumped out on the stones, and came to a big tree downstream of the stream and started digging. After a while, he dug out a jar of wine from under the mud in the stream.
“Hahahaha, you’re still here.” He squinted his eyes in excitement and quickly came to Fengjiu’s side, saying, “Come on, I’ll let you taste what a real immortal drunk is.”
As he spoke, he walked to the other side of the forest with the jar of wine in his hand. When he sat down under a tree and was about to open the jar to drink, Feng Jiu said, "Wait a minute."
The old man looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Wouldn't it be a pity to have wine but no food? When I came here earlier, I saw a group of magical chickens in the forest. How about I catch two and roast them?" She looked at the old man with a twinkling eye.
"Spirit chicken?" The old man was stunned for a moment, with a strange look on his face: "Are you talking about the Phoenix Tail Spirit Chicken?"
"Yeah." Feng Jiu nodded and said, "I am good at roasting chicken. It will be a great dish to eat with wine."
Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up: "Okay! Then go ahead! I'll wait for you here." The old man said, looking at her.