The fairy city of the market man

Chapter 118 117. The Stolen Wine Jar

Tang Yuanshan had already come, but there were still many strangers in the team, the old dog, the soul slave, barked three times, and then the city god also announced.

After hearing the news, Shang San'er didn't put on airs too much, just waited in the concierge department, and asked Bao Zhengshan to welcome the guests at the gate of the station.

Standing to greet and sitting and waiting, already shows the difference in status.

The last time Tang Yuanshan came to Green Willow City, the concierge department couldn't entertain the guests. The owner of the mall even used the pretense of setting up a butcher's seat to lure away a group of guests, and sent someone else to clean up the VIP room before they settled down.

In the past six months, the appearance of the city has changed a lot, and the peach tree saplings all over the street, the lush branches and leaves protruding from the courtyard walls everywhere, and the people in the city I met on the street, most of the original sense of death and silence has dissipated.

Back last time, it was the Lord of Green Willow who asked for something from himself, and he still hid a bit of self-respect in his heart. This time, when he comes back, he has nothing but humility and hope.

Bao Zhengshan greeted him, and in the hall of the protocol department, Tang Yuanshan first introduced his accompanying companions, besides the guards, were the other three proprietors of Qizhen Pavilion.

The proprietors of the four families came to the door together, which shows their urgency.

Needless to say, a lot of oil will be squeezed out.

After the ceremony was over, Bao Zhengshan's daughter-in-law served tea, and Tang Yuanshan pointed to the man who carried him in: "I met him about forty miles away, and he was drenched in the rain all night, and I finally woke him up. I didn't have anything else to say, just said that I would come to the green willow, I don’t know if it’s important, so I brought it here!”

He thought he was an injured guard in an accident on the way, so Shang San'er hurriedly went to see it.

Her hair was not yet dry, and it was messy all over her face.

Smoothing out his messy hair, he felt familiar. After looking carefully for a while, he borrowed the faded but muddy Taoist robe on his body to remember it.

Didn't it mean that when he rescued Zhen Yaoshen, Nettle City met the true disciple of the big school who even sold his treasures for wine?
Hurt by love, he took his life to go down the cave to find a strange medicine, and only exchanged for the one who got himself drunk, and Shang San'er even gave him some wine.

"Daoist! Daoist!"

He even shouted a few times, but there was no response.

This Taoist is also a ninth-level human immortal. The heavy rain last night was nothing to him, but when he met him in Nettle City, he once said that he only had half a year to live, and now he is near the end of his life, and he is dying.

Unable to wake up, Shang San'er straightened up and clasped his fists at the guests: "Ignore the rich men, wait for me to settle him down, and then talk!"

When there is a need for others, I am easy to talk, and the four proprietors are not in the way, and even ask the entourage and guards to help carry people.

Shang San'er asked Bao Zhengshan and his wife to wait for the guests first, and asked the guards to move the Taoist who was still breathing into a room.

Afraid that the Taoist would die in the protocol department, the house he chose was for ordinary followers, not VIP rooms.

After the guards put him on the couch and retreated, Shang San'er closed the door and called softly, "Senior Ji!"

Ji Hongmian is still here, so Zhen Heixin is not needed in this matter.

The red clothes flickered, and Jin Xian came to the scene, shaking his head lightly: "The time limit has come, and it can't be saved with the things of the earth!"

When delivering the wine that day, he once said that the big sect does not allow its disciples to be hired outside, and Shang San'er didn't bother to save him, he just asked: "I don't know what's the matter, maybe wake up and ask a few words?"

Ji Hongmian laughed: "That's easy!"

With a flick of the red sleeve, the Taoist's face was polished, and his eyelids trembled.

Shang San'er shouted again: "Master Taoist, what are you doing at my house?"

The Taoist slowly opened his eyes, and after a moment of daze, he came back to his senses, turning a blind eye to the beautiful woman in red, and his eyes fell on Shang San'er.

His voice was dry: "I'm about to die, can I show kindness and give you another pot of wine?"

Unexpectedly, before he died, he came to Green Willow City specifically to beg for wine!

Nettle City also has a sub-colon of Qizhen Pavilion, and Qionghualu is already sold. He is a ninth-tier man who is dying and has no treasures.

It was the rotten wine that he praised as "good wine".

The ninth-rank human immortal whose lifespan has expired is completely useless, but before he dies, he looks at him eagerly and asks for a bowl of wine, even Shang Popi can't refuse.

Recalling what happened half a year ago, the third master was arrogant, as if he had been soaked in urine!

But since the aura grew enough to catch seven-section shrimp, Shang San'er no longer drank the wine, and when he didn't go out, he didn't put it on the dog's back, so he said: "Wait a minute, I'll get the wine!"

When Shang San'er came back from the wine cellar to get the wine, the Taoist didn't know if he was still alive, Ji Hongmian stopped him: "I'll get it!"

The red shadow flashed away, and then reappeared, holding a big wine jar that two people could hug.

Even the wine jar was brought over and placed lightly on the ground.

Shang San'er took a jug from the dog's back, scooped the rotten intestine wine into it, helped the Taoist up, and put the spout of the jug into his mouth.

Shang San'er fed some, and the Taoist praised again: "Good wine!"

Like it, if you feel it, turn your eyes to the big wine jar: "Wine jar...how did it come from?"

While Jinxian sighed softly, Shang San'er replied: "My master made the Wangqing altar out of worry-free soil!"

"Ugh..."

The Taoist choked with sobs: "It turns out...it's not the wine that's good, but the jar!"

Weeping, his eyes regained some strength, and he seemed a little angry. His whole body trembled non-stop. After a while, he suddenly shouted: "But in this world, how can there be no worries? How can you forget your feelings?"

Hearing that a person who has been hurt by love and is about to die, there is no need to argue with him, Shang San'er just smiled and said: "The Taoist priest is right!"

After responding, the Taoist's eyes disappeared, and he stared at the wine jar, as if he was looking into the distance.

He moved closer to the spout, but his mouth didn't move.

Seeing that he was about to die, but he met by chance and wanted to help take care of the funeral, Shang San'er stretched out his hand and waved in front of the Taoist: "Taoist priest, do you have anything to say? I can send my ear to tell God to help you pass it back!"

The Taoist muttered, but he didn't leave a last word: "My parents are disciples of the Taiqing Sect, and they are still in the womb, so I also became a member of the Taiqing Sect..."

Ji Hongmian sighed again, and sent a voice transmission to Shang San'er: "Listen, I'll go back to Xingyuyuan!"

The red shadow flashed away again, but the Taoist was still not surprised: "Because it is appropriate to practice the magic method of our sect, and the cultivation base has improved rapidly. When I was at the seventh level, the patriarch of the supreme sect personally accepted me as a true disciple. Level two, reaching the extreme of immortality, with a strong sense of Taoism, the brilliance is dazzling for a while, and everyone in the door praises it, expecting to be the fourth earth immortal in the door."

"During that time, I was also proud and often went out to travel. When I was 43 years old, I met a beautiful woman in Nettle City. She was slightly older than me and had a seventh-level cultivation. They were in love with each other and brought them back home. Here, I have reported to my parents and master, and married her."

"But 12 years later, the master did not know where he got the news, and captured her, saying that she was the daughter of the head of the Yuqing sect. The Yuqing sect had a great cause and effect with the sect due to the dispute between orthodoxy. I have not yet been born. Before, she was exterminated by this family, and if she was to be counted as a fish that slipped through the net, since she was found out, she should be eradicated!"

"My wife of 12 years, although she has no offspring, she has always been loving. When she was captured, she didn't even know that she was the empress of Yuqing. She was extremely innocent. How could I be willing to let her die? Kneeling in front of the patriarch's hall for three days, Fang I have the grace of Master to spare her life, but she must be driven away, and I am not allowed to have any more contact with her."

"If I can save her life, I don't care about anything else, so I have to agree to my master, so I invite my parents to send her to a city farther away. When my mother came back, she smiled and hired her as a guest in that city. With an annual salary of eight leaves, my wife's cultivation has stopped at the seventh rank, so it's not bad."

"Although I often miss it, but the matter is already like this, I have no other way, so I have to hide the love between husband and wife, and grind my Taoist heart with depression. Only my father is getting old, and he keeps talking to himself when he is alone. I eavesdropped once , actually chanted my wife's name, and when she saw me, she looked terrified again."

"Uneasy, I couldn't help it. When I went out, I went to inquire secretly, only to find out that my wife had never been to that city. When I went home and asked my parents, I knew that in order not to hinder my future, I was just lying to me by letting her go. , my father was ordered by the master to take her out and killed her in the wilderness!"

"In front of my parents, I asked, '12-year-old daughter-in-law, how can I succeed', no one answered me, so I came out of the Taiqing Gate, and lived my life in turmoil. When my parents died, the door sent me a message, Didn't go back either."

"It's been more than 40 years, restaurant, I'm an unfilial son, I turned into a ghost, how can I be carefree? How can I forget my feelings?"

Give you a drink, will you become a restaurant?

Gently put the Taoist's head back on the pillow, and after thinking for a while, Shang San'er said, "I'm a tough guy. I've been beaten by my parents since I was a child. If I think it's always for my own good, I won't feel resentment. The parents of the Taoist priest , or is it the same? Daoist daughter-in-law, the sect is ruthless, and you want to forget it. I am young and have little knowledge, and I really don’t know whose fault it is!"

Poppi's casual words made the Taoist stunned for a while, and then shed two drops of dirty tears: "Too ungrateful, too ungrateful..."

The saint is not emotional, the inferior is ruthless, half-life resentment, when he is about to die, is he calling his master an inferior?

In the Xingyu courtyard, looking at the ugly son, Jinxian answered, "The one I love is my generation!"

When she heard this, Shang San'er and Taoist from the protocol department also heard it.

The Taoist on the bed smiled shyly "hehe", and there was a trace of spiritual energy overflowing from the fleshy body.

"what!"

The red shadow flickered, and in the blink of an eye, Ji Hongmian appeared in the room again.

"The dao is scattered, the spiritual energy is muddy, and the lamp is exhausted, do you still want to be an immortal in Jin?"

The Taoist replied to her: "Before I was about to die, I just remembered that there were still some things I hadn't asked the teacher to respect. I feel unwilling to give it a try. Just try it and see the destiny!"

Ji Hongmian stretched out her hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Then I will help you a little bit more, and see how lucky you are!"

"Thank you senior!"

I don't know whether it was decades of decadence, the dams built were riddled with holes, or Ji Hongmian's fairy spirit helped a lot. After more than ten breaths, the Taoist's body shook slightly, and countless qi burst out. There was a gust of wind.

The curtains beside the bed fluttered and the windows slammed.

Weeds were flying in the courtyard of the Protocol Department.

The frenzied and invisible energy has a master. After exhausting it, it stirs around the concierge, absorbs more spiritual energy, and when it reaches a certain level, it throws all of it back on the old Taoist body like a milk swallow throwing itself into the forest. Nourishes the soul.

Jin Xian nodded: "Congratulations!"

To be an Earth Immortal in Jin Dynasty, one needs to find things to nourish the soul, or life objects, or land. Taoists have long been extremely poor, have nothing outside of themselves, and it is not easy to compete with the city god for land.

Fortunately, there is a ready-made thing that can be used as a living thing, which is handmade by Da Luo Jinxian.

After a few more breaths, Shang San'er screamed strangely: "You stinky Taoist priest, why don't you sue yourself? Pay me for the wine jar!"

　I have something to do today, it's later.Strive for more tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)