There were crowds of people in Zuixian Tower, and soon two exquisite jade pots were placed in front of Zhou Cheng. The jade pot that was filled with Zuixian wine looked very valuable, and there were also several exquisite side dishes.

Zhou Cheng picked up the jade pot and poured the wine glass into his hand. A stream of wine like amber flowed out. With a strong and mellow fragrance, the special mellow air of the Zuixian Brew spread, instantly attracting many people's attention.

Zuixianlou is famous for Chang'an, and Zuixianjiu is even more famous, but very few people have truly tasted Zuixianjiu. At this moment, the aroma of Zuixianjiu appears again, and countless surprised and envious eyes turned to Zhou Cheng.

Ignoring these gazes, Zhou Cheng drank the glass of fine wine in one sip. After the mouth was put, a clear spiritual power flowed into his body.

"The taste is special, and it contains spiritual power to wander around the acupoints. If an ordinary person drinks it, it will be of great benefit. No wonder he needs spiritual crystals to buy it." After a cup, Zhou Cheng instantly understood the specialness of this Drunken Immortal Brew.

This Drunken Immortal Brew should also be brewed by a practitioner of Taoism, but no matter how much spiritual power is, it is useless to Zhou Cheng now. Zhou Cheng is more interested in the unique taste of Drunken Immortal Brew.

Zhou Cheng drank two cups of Drunken Immortal Brewery in a row, but after three cups, he felt bored. There was not much in this world that could arouse his interest.

As for the discussions in the restaurant, Zhou Cheng turned a deaf ear. Before the pot of Drunken Immortal Brew was halfway through, Zhou Cheng was no longer interested. He put down his glass and wanted to get up and leave. However, at this moment, Zhou Cheng suddenly turned to look at the lobby on the first floor, and his eyes fell in front of the counter of Drunken Immortal Building.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a long robe floating in front of the counter, thin body but a free and easy spirit seemed to be arguing with the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou.

"How can this thing be worth a few spiritual crystals compare? What's wrong with merely a pot of Drunken Immortal Brew?" The middle-aged man's hair was already a little gray. At this moment, he was holding a hairpin used by a woman in his hand, and he felt very unwilling to accept it in his words.

Zhou Cheng's eyes were also attracted by the hairpin in this person's hand. If an ordinary person looked at this hairpin, he would only feel exquisite, but in Zhou Cheng's eyes, there was a faint breath on the hairpin.

If this aura was just not enough to attract Zhou Cheng's attention, but Zhou Cheng could clearly feel the aura that was exactly the same as the Golden Dragon of the Tang Dynasty from above.

"Mr. Qinglian, I can naturally see that this Jinbuyao should be a thing in Taizhen's palace, but three spiritual crystals can be used as a pot of Drunken Immortal Brew. This is the rule. I can't break the rules. Moreover, this Jinbuyao is also considered Mr. Qinglian's body protection. Why should I joke about his life?" The shopkeeper still looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, but the last sentence was very meaningful.

The man called Mr. Qinglian instantly turned ugly when he heard the shopkeeper's last words. At the same time, he looked at the golden hairpin in his hand and instantly understood that the shopkeeper was also doing his own good.

The middle-aged man sighed in his heart, knowing that he had offended the man after drinking, and he might have no choice but to gain a foothold in Chang'an. He held Jin Buyao tightly in his hand, and subconsciously planned to turn around and leave.

However, just as the middle-aged man turned around, three spiritual crystals appeared on the counter in front of him without warning. Then a peaceful voice came from the side of the second floor: "If it were just for a pot of wine, I would have paid the spiritual crystal for this gentleman."

The middle-aged man looked at the place where the sound came, and saw Zhou Cheng looking at him with a smile on his face.

"I am thankful to Taoist Master. I didn't expect that when I am about to leave Chang'an, I will still meet a generous person like Taoist Master. I must have the pleasure of life. At this time, I will be very clear!" The middle-aged man reported his name and bowed to Zhou Cheng from afar. His words were so heroic and free, and his previous helplessness and depression were immediately wiped out.

Zhou Cheng smiled and nodded at Li Qinglian, and said, "Why not come up and talk?"

"Okay." Li Qinglian responded happily and walked quickly to the second floor.

A moment later, Li Qinglian, with fluttering clothes, appeared in front of Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng looked at Li Qinglian carefully, and Li Qinglian also looked at Zhou Cheng seriously.

When he saw Zhou Cheng completely, Li Qinglian was also slightly stunned.

Zhou Cheng just called himself a man, but Li Qinglian discovered that Zhou Cheng was wearing an extraordinary Taoist outfit. Although Zhou Cheng's clothes had some characteristics of Taoist costumes, they were closer to the ancient robe style. From Li Qinglian's eyes, they could see that although the clothes on the man in front of him looked ordinary, they were actually extremely exquisite in materials, and the sewing skills were unheard of. Just one piece of clothing was extraordinary.

"The Taoist priest is not a member of the Tang Dynasty, right?" Li Qinglian walked closer to Zhou Cheng and said the first sentence was a bit unexpected.

Zhou Cheng looked as usual when Li Qinglian asked such a sudden question, and did not show any displeasure. Instead, he reached out to signal Li Qinglian to take his seat, then poured a cup of Drunk Fairy Brew and handed it to Li Qinglian.

"How did Mr. Qinglian see it?" Zhou Cheng did not deny it, but picked up the wine glass and toasted Li Qinglian and asked.

Li Qinglian couldn't wait to drink the wine in the glass, showing an intoxicated expression on her face, and then said with satisfaction: "I am born to be good at drinking, but I also missed the matter because of drinking. A few days ago, I offended the powerful official Gao Lishi after drinking. Now the people in Chang'an are afraid of me."

Li Qinglian was helpless when she spoke, but Zhou Cheng didn't care and continued to pour wine glasses for Li Qinglian. It seemed that he didn't know who Gao Lishi was? This was also the reason why Li Qinglian judged that Zhou Cheng was not from Chang'an or even from the Tang Dynasty.

Seeing that Zhou Cheng did not answer, Li Qinglian continued: "Although I am not talented, I still think I have some eyesight. Although the Taoist priest's clothes seem ordinary but are actually extraordinary, even if there is no such high-quality clothing in the Chang'an Palace, there is also this embroiderer who is so skillful."

"This robe was sewn for me by my niece. I have never changed it over the years. It is indeed a bit out of place with the style of the Tang Dynasty." Zhou Cheng looked down at the robe on his body, and there was no hiding at all.

The robe in his form, which was sewn for Zhou Cheng by Su Ruolan when she forced the robe to Yuntai Temple. Later, because Zhou Cheng was worn on her for many years, it gradually became too much of Zhou Cheng's aura. A close-fitting robe that was comparable to the existence of a Hunyuan saint, naturally became extraordinary over the years.

"The robe on the Taoist priest is indeed more ancient, and the clothes of the Tang Dynasty are more practical." Li Qinglian is indeed a person who loves wine. As soon as the second glass of wine was filled, he drank it all over again.

As Li Qinglian said, there is still a clear gap between the clothing of the Tang Dynasty and the clothing of the Wei and Jin styles of the Central Plains. The clothing of the Middle Plains is more elegant, with a high-end collar and a distinctive demeanor. The clothing of the Tang Dynasty has developed to a round collar, and the entire robe is more close to the body, and the most obvious thing is that the sleeves under the outer robe have become tied, which makes this style of clothing more close to the body.

Zhou Cheng simply pushed the jade pot in front of Li Qinglian, and then shouted to the guy not far away: "Get ten more pots of wine."

While shouting, there were already a bunch of spiritual crystals on the table in front of me.

When the spirit crystal appeared, the entire Zuixian Tower became extremely quiet in an instant. Even Li Qinglian, who was intoxicated, looked stunned. Taiyi Xuanxian could condense a spirit crystal every day with all his strength, but even Taiyi Xuanxian would not condense the spirit crystals for a long time, let alone take out so many spirit crystals to buy wine at a time.

"Dong." A light sound broke the tranquility of Zuixian Tower. Zhou Cheng casually tapped the table with his fingers. After this light sound, the people in Zuixian Tower returned to normal, and seemed to have ignored Zhou Cheng's actions just now.

Li Qinglian shook her head gently. He felt as if he had ignored something, but the next moment he saw the Drunken Fairy Brew in front of him and then started drinking it.

"Just heard the shopkeeper's words just now, it seemed that the golden stroll in Mr. Qinglian's hand had an extraordinary origin?" Zhou Cheng asked casually.

Zhou Cheng did not calculate the origin of Jin Buyao because he could feel that this thing was very involved. It was not that he could not calculate it himself, but that once he continued to calculate it, it would alarm the deepest cause and effect, and that would alarm some existences in Chang'an. Now Zhou Cheng doesn't want to expose himself.

Li Qinglian looked at Zhou Cheng after hearing this, but after a moment he laughed at himself and said, "I have written three poems for Concubine Taizhen, and this golden Biaoyao was given by Concubine Taizhen."

"I can be appreciated by Concubine Taizhen. I think Mr. Qinglian's poems have reached a state that is of great significance to the past and present, but for some reason I have to leave Chang'an again?" Zhou Cheng seemed very interested in Li Qinglian's experience.

"This matter is a long story, so it's better not to mention it. By the way, I haven't asked the Taoist priest's title yet, why did I come to Chang'an? I wonder if there is a place that can be used up and down?" Li Qinglian raised her head and poured a glass of wine, waved her hand helplessly, and then asked Zhou Cheng with a solemn look on her face.

Zhou Cheng was not surprised by Li Qinglian's reaction. He kept silent about leaving Chang'an, so there should be something unspeakable. Moreover, this matter seems to have something to do with Taizhen Concubine, so it may naturally be involved with the Holy Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. Even if Li Qinglian is grateful to Zhou Cheng, he may not reveal the truth rashly.

"The master has not given me a Taoist name yet, but I am Zhou. When I came to Chang'an, I have some trivial matters to ask Mr. Qinglian for some questions." Zhou Cheng said frankly. With his realm and Taoist practice, he doesn't need to deceive anyone.

Moreover, Zhou Cheng did not have the Taoist name given to his master. As for his master and the ancestor Zhou Chu once mentioned, Zhou Cheng already had some ideas. This time he came to Dongsheng Shenzhou, which was actually related to finding clues to the master.

"The Taoist priest is Zhou? It is said that the Taoist priest also has Zhou. Could it be that Taoist priest has anything to do with Taoist priest?" Li Qinglian seemed a little drunk. When he heard Zhou Cheng say that his surname was Zhou, he said drunk.

Zhou Cheng didn't say anything, but just looked at Li Qinglian with a smile. At this moment, Zhou Cheng also felt that Li Qinglian was a little interesting.

"Ha, I've been wrong, I've been wrong. What do Taoist priest want to inquire about it?" Li Qinglian seemed to realize her disobedience, shook her head and forced her to dispel her drunkenness.

"I heard that there is a Taoist temple near Chang'an called Xianyi Temple. I wonder how much Mr. Qinglian knows about Xianyi Temple?" Zhou Cheng did not look at Li Qinglian this time, but lowered his head and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

Zhou Cheng's eyes fell on the wine in the glass, which reflected his face, and then he drank the wine in the glass in one go.
Chapter completed!