If there weren't other diners on the second floor of the restaurant, the green-robed old man didn't want to reveal his identity, and the other person's cultivation level was one level lower than his, he wouldn't have come up to him.

"Fellow Taoist? Old man, are you also a cultivator of immortality?"

Luo Hong pretended to be surprised, put her palms to her mouth, and asked in a low voice.

The old man in green robe was stunned. He didn't check Luo Hong's cultivation level carefully just now, but subconsciously thought that the person sitting at the same table with the immortal cultivator must also be an immortal cultivator.

After hearing what Luo Hong said, he used magic and spiritual consciousness at the same time to carefully examine the other party, but he didn't sense a trace of mana.

He is truly a mortal.

The old man in green robe was surprised and at the same time he felt relaxed. There was only one immortal cultivator at the eighth level of Qi refining, and he was no match for the two of them joining forces. He immediately coughed twice.

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"Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised. My husband is indeed a human being. My husband and I encountered some difficulties when we first arrived in the imperial city, so we wanted to find a fellow Taoist to help us.

I happened to sense the breath of the two of you while drinking, and it was revealed that the breath attracted the two of you. I apologize if I have disturbed you."

Lian Feihua's tone was indifferent, but her behavior was very polite. She raised her wine glass and toasted the old man in green robe and the young man who came from behind, and drank a toast as if to apologize.

"The problem? Fellow Taoist, you must have found the wrong person. My grandfather and grandson are both casual cultivators and have nothing to offer. I'm afraid they won't be able to help the noble couple."

From what I heard, I'm afraid there's something wrong with the spiritual stone. Is there really a cultivator who asks someone to borrow a spiritual stone when they first meet him?

The green-robed old man's face froze and he remained on guard.

"Immortal, please don't worry. My wife and I don't want any property. We just want to ask the immortal to help find someone. This person is also an immortal cultivator and has an ancestral connection with my wife. My husband and I only know that she serves in the Imperial City Army, but they

Don't know where exactly it is.

The immortal has been running a restaurant here for many years, so if he has many connections, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone."

Luo Hong stood up and bowed his hands, explaining the reason.

"This... my grandson and grandson have always kept a low profile and don't have deep friendships with the powerful people in the imperial city. I'm afraid they really won't be able to help. Don't blame me."

The old man in green robe thought of an excuse to refuse, thinking that you two are seeking friends and revenge, and I, Mr. Xiao, will not be involved in such troubles.

"Fellow Taoist, please don't refuse in a hurry. My husband, don't be reluctant to part with me. I can't find Sister Qian. I don't know how long it will take for my injury to heal."

Lian Feihua took two empty wine glasses and pushed them in front of Luo Hong.

"How could I not give up for my wife? You two, this is the spiritual wine brewed by me. Although it is not the best quality, it should be enough to buy some news.

Hey, madam, once the stopper is opened, my alcohol addiction has returned, can you have a drink?"

Luo Hong picked up the Jade Dragon Gourd, took off the lid, filled the two empty glasses, put the mouth of the gourd on top of his own wine glass, and said with a flattering smile.

"My lord, you are really awesome. I have never restricted your drinking."

Lian Feihua said calmly.

"It must be restricted, it must be restricted. Every piece of spiritual stone cannot be wasted."

Luo Hong muttered to himself, poured half a cup, raised his head and drank it all with a happy aftertaste expression on his face.

"Grandpa, it's spirit wine!"

The young man's crisp voice sounded, he stepped forward and tugged on the sleeve of the old man in green robe, slurping his saliva.

"It's spiritual wine, it's spiritual wine, it's so fragrant!"

Old man Xiao smelled the intoxicating spiritual energy and aroma of wine and felt a little dazed for a moment, but his experience still restrained his desire.

"Tao... no, little friend, you brewed this spiritual wine?"

"Haha, Immortal Chief, don't look at me as a mortal, but I have worked as a long-term worker in Yellow Maple Valley. This skill of brewing spiritual wine is what I learned at that time."
Chapter completed!