Chapter 263: Drunken Immortal Wine

Xiao Lin followed suit, not even looking at the guards, and walked towards the city.

The guards only looked at him with awe, and ignored him, continuing to collect the entrance fee from the Qi Refining cultivators.

"Where are you practicing?" After entering the Immortal City, the strong man did not go far, and after Xiao Lin caught up, he spoke.

"Xiao has been practicing in Nanhuang Immortal City. As you know, casual cultivators are like rootless duckweed, and they are not welcomed wherever they go. That's why I have a hard time practicing." Xiao Lin had thought of a reason when he entered the city, so he answered without hesitation after the strong man asked.

"That's true, but Brother Xiao was able to successfully build his foundation as a casual cultivator, which is also quite a chance. In this Ziri Immortal City, among the foundation-building cultivators, there are probably no more than two palms of casual cultivators." Nodding, the strong man spoke.

"I don't know your name, and which fairy mountain you practice in?"

"Hehe, what fairy mountain is that? My name is Meng Hu, and I was born in Beilan Sect. I heard from you that you were born in Nanhuang Fairy City. I have some impression of it. It should be the fairy city in the ancient Xuan Sect area in the south of the Southern Territory, right? I passed by there by chance more than ten years ago."

"I didn't expect you to have been to Nanhuang Fairy City. Oh, by the way, I also came here by accident. I don't know how to go back? Should I go south all the time?" What Xiao Lin wanted to know most was where he was now.

Xiao Lin didn't know how many states the Southern Territory included. The Southern State where he was alone covered an area of ​​more than one million miles. If he didn't know the direction, he would run around like a headless fly. Xiao Lin even suspected that he would never be able to return to Dancao Mountain.

After hearing this, Meng Hu couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Xiao Lin's puzzled expression, he said, "Let's go and drink a few cups of Zuixian Wine first, and then I'll explain it to you in detail."

Although he was a little puzzled, he thought there would be no danger in this fairy city. Moreover, Meng Hu gave him a very honest and upright feeling. Although he had never met him before, he already looked warm-hearted.

After a little thought, Xiao Lin followed Meng Hu and walked towards the depths of the fairy city.

The way this Zi Ri fairy city was built was also very different from the fairy cities Xiao Lin had seen before. Xiao Lin followed Meng Hu and went around left and right. On the way, Xiao Lin also paid special attention to observe.

He found that this fairy city was actually arranged according to some strange formation. It was not the fairy city he had seen before. It was square and the roads were also horizontal and vertical. At most, the city was divided into inner and outer cities.

The Purple Sun Fairy City, on the other hand, is the opposite. There are almost no straight roads that stretch as far as the eye can see. Instead, every time you walk a certain distance, you will be blocked by the city wall, and then you can only turn into the road next to it, and then repeat the cycle.

After walking for more than half an hour, Xiao Lin followed Meng Hu into a restaurant. This restaurant has three floors. When he entered, it was already full of people, and it seemed very lively.

Xiao Lin was slightly stunned. In this fairy city where cultivators live, the ordinary restaurants are not all gone, but the number is usually very small, and there are very few guests coming in and out.

In order to practice, most cultivators pay attention to self-cultivation and avoid being contaminated by the mundane air. Even for cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, although they cannot completely fast, it is very common for them to not eat for a few days.

And the restaurant in front of him, the first floor alone is almost full, and it is all cultivators, but there are few ordinary mortals.

After a quick glance, Xiao Lin's face showed a look of surprise. It turned out that there were several foundation-building cultivators sitting on this floor, tasting the fine wine in front of them. After each tasting, they couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression.

At this time, Xiao Lin noticed that Meng Hu, who had already walked to the second floor, waved at him. Xiao Lin responded with a smile, and then went up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was different from the hustle and bustle of the first floor. There were rows of quiet private rooms.

When Xiao Lin came to him, Meng Hu nodded to a waiter beside him. The waiter took them to the innermost private room and lifted the curtain.

Xiao Lin and the others entered the private room. The private room was very clean and decorated in a simple and elegant style. Through the window, they could vaguely see the scenery outside.

"Give me ten kilograms of Zuixian wine, hurry up." Meng Hu sat down and waved to the waiter impatiently.

The waiter naturally bowed repeatedly and left.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Lin couldn't help but smile slightly, and also sat down opposite Meng Hu.

"Business here is so good. When I came here before, there was often no private room. Today, I was lucky. There was only one private room left and we caught up."

Although Xiao Lin was not a heavy drinker, seeing that the business of this restaurant was so hot, coupled with Meng Hu's anxious expression in front of him, Xiao Lin became a little interested in this Drunken Immortal Brew, and he also had more expectations in his heart.

"Brother Xiao, you don't know that this restaurant is very famous in our Beilan Sect, because the owner behind this restaurant is our Beilan Sect's Jindan Elder, Zuimeng Zhenren."

"Zuimeng Zhenren?" Xiao Lin heard this and showed an interested expression on his face. He thought that this restaurant was the same as the restaurants in the secular world, and at most the brewing process was better.

But he never thought that the owner behind this restaurant was actually the Jindan ancestor of Beilan Sect. In this way, this Drunken Immortal Brew might also carry some of the immortal family secret recipes, which made Xiao Lin more and more expectant.

"Our Beilan Sect's Zuimeng Zhenren is a legendary figure. It is said that when he was young, he fell in love with a woman. At first, the woman didn't buy his account and ignored him."

"And at that time, Zuimeng Zhenren was just a low-level cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, while the woman was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and had been betrothed by the elders of the family to a direct descendant of a large cultivation family."

"But Zuimeng Zhenren did not give up. In order to pursue this woman, he specially picked precious spiritual flowers in the Monster Plain. Unexpectedly, he encountered a true-level monster beast. After a fierce battle, Zuimeng Zhenren was seriously injured and luckily escaped with his life."

Xiao Lin was listening intently, the door curtain was lifted, and the waiter came in with a few wine gourds.

Seeing the wine coming, Meng Hu hurriedly picked up a wine gourd, poured himself a large cup, and drank it all, seeming to have forgotten to tell the story of Zuimeng Zhenren.

Xiao Lin watched Meng Hu drink three cups in a row speechlessly, and couldn't help pouring himself a cup and drinking it gently.

A cool breeze flowed down his throat, and after entering his stomach, it turned into a scorching sun, spreading all over his body. At the same time, a series of weak spiritual energy threads penetrated into Xiao Lin's internal organs, making him feel extremely comfortable.

"Good wine." After a while, Xiao Lin opened his eyes and exclaimed.

"Haha, that's natural. In order to drink the Drunken Immortal Wine, even the drunkards in the nearby immortal cities often come here to drink it quickly."

"That's not easy. Just buy more. Anyway, we cultivators have storage bags, so we won't be unable to take it away." Xiao Lin said.

"You wish." After taking a big sip of wine, Meng Hu rolled his eyes at Xiao Lin and said, "The Drunken Immortal Wine in this restaurant is limited. Each person can only drink a maximum of ten kilograms. If you drink more than one or two, we won't sell it."

"Is there any store in the world that doesn't do business?" Xiao Lin replied in surprise.

"Hehe, didn't you see it? But Meng Hu still has something to ask for." Meng Hu looked at Xiao Lin with a smile on his face.

Looking at the smile on Meng Hu's face, Xiao Lin seemed to have a bad feeling.

"Don't be afraid, I don't mean anything else. The limit of this Drunken Immortal Wine is ten kilograms per person. Let's drink these ten kilograms together. Brother Xiao, how about you give me your quota?" Meng Hu looked at Xiao Lin expectantly.

Xiao Lin was speechless. Now he finally knew why this guy in front of him was so enthusiastic about him. It seemed that he had set his eyes on his ten-kilogram quota.

"Since Brother Meng has spoken, Xiao Lin naturally has to agree. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of Brother Meng's invitation to this wine?" Xiao Lin said with a wry smile.

"Haha, Brother Xiao is still loyal enough. Come on, drink."

Xiao Lin drank it in big gulps without hesitation. This Drunken Immortal Wine is indeed the best wine Xiao Lin has drunk since he was born. When he was very young, he and a few friends went to steal the wine collected by the old people in the village to drink.

After being discovered, he was beaten by his father. Later, with the severe drought in Nanzhou, the people could not even eat, and where could they get the surplus grain to make wine? Therefore, Xiao Lin never drank wine again after that.

After practicing Taoism, he was always busy practicing, and never thought about this immortal wine in the cup.

Xiao Lin poured himself a large cup and drank it all. Seeing Xiao Lin completely let go, Meng Hu laughed and felt that he had met a bosom friend. The two of them pushed the cups and soon more than half of the wine gourd was empty.

"By the way, Brother Meng, you haven't finished the story of the Drunken Dream Immortal?" After drinking for a full hour, Xiao Lin remembered the story of the Drunken Dream Immortal that Meng Hu had told before, and couldn't help asking.

"This is not a story, but a good story in our cultivation world."

After a pause, Meng Hu continued: "Although Master Zuimeng returned with serious injuries, he was holding a precious spiritual flower tightly in his hand."

"When Master Zuimeng handed the spiritual flower to the woman with blood all over his body, the woman's heart melted at this moment, even if she had a heart of stone or a heart of ice. Maybe she didn't even know that she had begun to fall in love with Master Zuimeng."

"From then on, the two gradually began to make appointments frequently, travel around the mountains and rivers, travel the world, go in pairs, and go in and out of the blue sky. Maybe in the hearts of Master Zuimeng and the woman at that time, cultivation was not important, and cherishing the people in front of them was the real thing."

"What happened later?" Xiao Lin's face was flushed. Hearing that there was such a life-and-death love in the cultivation world, he couldn't help but be surprised and a little envious.

A graceful snow-white figure flashed in his mind...

"Ah!" Hearing this, Meng Hu took a deep breath and said, "Then it was a tragedy. You said that we cultivators, pursuing the immortal path, were going against the will of heaven, but I was following the will of heaven and only wanted to be with my beloved forever. Could it be that I was also going against the will of heaven?"