"Okay..." Qin Yifan couldn't stand the begging of others, so he had to agree. After hearing this, butcher Zhang quickly ran back to the pork stall, took a wine glass, reached out to Qin Yifan, and looked at him with anticipation.

A pork guy still carried a wine glass with him? Qin Yifan couldn't help but think of the man with a sighing stubborn stubborn, melancholy eyes and magical swordsmanship. However, the man was very handsome, and Zhang Butuhu, who was fat, had no relationship with Yingjun.

Scoop a small glass of wine from the wine jar and hand it to him.

Butcher Zhang drank it all in one go: "Good wine!" He looked at the empty wine glass: "I think even the nectar in the sky is just like this, right?"

"Have you drunk nectar and jade liquid?" Qin Yifan asked with a smile.

"I can't even enter the Immortal Cultivation Sect, so why do I say that I can drink the wine from heaven?" Zhang Butuhu said, "I will forget you if you praise you a few words?"

...

"It's really a good wine!" At this moment, a voice came from the sky, and his tone was filled with admiration and surprise.

Whoosh!

I saw a man stepping on a flying sword, landing from the sky, landing in front of Qin Yifan, and said carelessly, "Boy, give me your wine."

From the sky? Immortal?

Qin Yifan was a little stunned. Although this Taoist dressed normally, he exuded the breath of an immortal cultivator all over his body. He wanted to make friends with an immortal as his thigh, and the immortal was attracted by his own wine fragrance. Could this be his own opportunity?

But what he wants is the wine in his hand...

"Sorry, this wine is used to entertain guests." Qin Yifan said, "And just such a small jar, I can't give it to you."

If he hadn't promised in advance to entertain the head of the Li family and others with fine wine, he would have given it to him. After all, it would be difficult for immortals to get to know him. It would not work now. Since you have made a promise to others, you must fulfill it. You cannot break your promise just because of greater benefits.

"You are too unreasonable." The Taoist's expression condensed and said, "You are just an ordinary man who saw this immortal. Not only did you not even scream at the immortal emperor, but you also rejected the immortal's request?"

"Boy, do you know that as long as you can make me happy, I will give you some chance and you will be able to enjoy it for the rest of your life! So, give me this jar of wine, and I will give you one, the lowest level of Qi-Branched Dispersion in this sect."

Qin Yifan didn't say anything. Zhang Butcher touched Qin Yifan with his arm and whispered: "Mr. Qin, I think you'd better give him the wine. He is an immortal cultivator, and we mortals are ants in front of him. We cannot afford to be criticized by immortal cultivators."

"Mr. Qin... What happened?" At this moment, a middle-aged man came over, bowed respectfully to Qin Yifan, and asked.

"Master Ji family, why are you here?" Qin Yifan asked in surprise.

"That's right." Emperor Wu said, "I've seen Mr. I haven't returned for a long time, so I came out to see if there is anything I need help here. Haha, we all thought about Mr.'s fine wine and couldn't wait to drink it."

Looking at the mud pit on the ground, "It turns out that Mr. Huo buried fine wine underground. The rough work like digging wine should be left to us, the rough people. Mr. Qin's hands are used to play the piano, draw, write, play chess, and other elegant things."

"The head of the Ji family is so polite." Qin Yifan said.

Emperor Wu turned his head to look at the Taoist, and said, "This immortal prince also wants to drink a sip of Mr.'s wine?"

The Taoist had already fought two wars at this time, and his whole body was trembling like a sieve. His Majesty, the Martial Emperor of the dynasty, had just saluted him respectfully!?

If Emperor Wu is just the emperor of the human world, it is not enough to explain anything. The key is that Emperor Wu's cultivation is still the ceiling of the Great Xia Immortal Cultivation World.

Even Emperor Wu had to salute him respectfully, so what is this person's identity...

Moreover, His Majesty Emperor Wu said just now that he should leave the rough work of digging wine to him. In front of him, the dignified His Majesty Emperor Wu was respectfully like a school child, like his servant...

Oh my God! Who is this young man sacred? It's really unimaginable. I was so rude to him just now, so rude that it smelled threatening. And I was so arrogant that I said that as long as he offered me a good wine, I would give him a piece of energy...

The Taoist had been scared and trembled all over. Now when he heard Emperor Wu ask in an extremely plain tone, he felt a chill all over his body surge.

Suddenly my feet became weak and I fell to the ground.

"Xiansheng, what's wrong with you? At least stand firm." Emperor Wu continued to say calmly.

"This ground is too slippery, this ground is too slippery." Taoist said incoherently.

"Mr. Qin, it seems that this immortal prince should not be able to drink your fine wine anymore. Look at him, he is so drunk that he can't stand firmly." Emperor Wu said, "We don't have to worry about him. Let's go back first and have fun drinking with everyone."

"Okay." Qin Yifan said.

The two walked into the city.

"Master Ji, your family is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Do you think the Taoist priest just now is really an immortal?" Qin Yifan asked.

"What kind of immortal is he?" Emperor Wu pondered the intention of Qin Yifan's questioning this sentence in his heart, and said, "In the eyes of ordinary people, as long as they are immortals, they are immortals. Immortals are just beautiful titles, but in fact they are far from reaching the realm of immortals."

"And the Taoist man just now couldn't even stand steadily and still slid on the lawn. He must be the lowest-level existence among immortal cultivators."

"In other words, he is only equivalent to an outer disciple?" Qin Yifan said.

The outer disciples are the kind who do not have formal entry, and only if they do not have formal entry disciples, their performance will be so bad. However, they also feel a little strange in their hearts. The Taoist looks like he is in his forties or fifties. Is he still staying in the outer disciples as his disciples?

I heard that the most important thing in cultivating immortals is understanding. It is normal for many people to be unable to understand the true meaning of practice even if they are in their 80s. For example, because of their poor understanding, Zhang became a doctor in the secular world. Wulu and Fuyun were unable to improve their realm at the age of age and became the housekeeper of the Li family.

The outer disciple? Emperor Wu secretly guessed in his heart. Is this sentence of immortal Qin hinting to what I should do?

The Taoist of the Wine is clearly one of the seven elders of Yunwu Sect, but the immortal said he is an outer disciple...

Oh, I understand.

...

After seeing the figures of Emperor Wu and Qin Yifan disappearing into the city wall, the wine Taoist immediately got up, climbed up the flying sword in a hurry, and quickly soared into the air.

He flew at a height of 1,000 meters. He almost fell from above several times because his true energy was unstable. The flying sword swayed and flew to the sect where he was, Yunwu Mountain.
Chapter completed!