Vol 5 Chapter 13: Not drunk

"Feeding chicken for dementia?"
The drunk Taoist was taken aback again, frowning and said: "Treasurer Luo, your business has a deep meaning, and I am willing to learn more about it. I want to know how this dementia can feed the chickens to the world."
"How can I feed the catastrophe?"
Luo Feng could not laugh or cry: "The obese, stupid greed drew a flatbread to feed the fat chicken cubs and boiled it to eat, but he broke the cowhide and broke his stomach, but he was afraid that the world would be destroyed. Dementia, only the chicken that was eaten was unlucky in the end..."
"Don't be perfunctory to Master Dao"
The drunk Taoist didn’t hold back, jumped up and grabbed Luo Feng’s collar and said,
Although you call yourself a merchant, you have a restrained light and a long energy. You are a rare master in the martial arts. You have built the world's number one at the foot of Mount Shu in more than a month. In a restaurant, it is clear what the intention is. If you don’t make it clear today, don’t blame Master Dao for turning his face and ruthlessly."
Luo Feng was also shocked. The original layout of attracting Jiu Jianxian was seen through by the Lord, and he was blocked at the door of the first floor of the world. It was the second best thing to ask for a drink. Zha Luofeng's intention was the truth.
Before Luo Feng could speak, the guys and the guests who were blocked at the door by Jiu Jian Xian yelled first, and they stepped forward to tear up the troubled old ways.
"Funny, Hugh is rude!"
"Old madman, let go of your hand, dare to move a hair of the shopkeeper, so that you can't eat it!"
"You Daoist, you brazenly grabbed it if you failed to ask for a drink, let go of Luo Dashan!"
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Luo Feng’s visitor during this period was not a free invitation. He has done a good job of inviting people to buy. The beggars and wild dogs of Chengdu Province all appreciate his favor. In addition to inviting villagers and elders to eat running water seats, Luo Feng also repaired bridges and made roads and donated money. To help students, donate a large sum of money for sesame oil to the nearby monastery.
This is also considered as insurance for him to do things at the foot of Shu Mountain. In case the sword immortal of Shu Mountain comes to slay demons and kill demons, he hides behind the people, and the people who don’t know the truth give him a shield. , I'm not afraid that Feijian is coming.
Jiu Jianxian was dragged by the people. With his cultivation base, a shock of the immortal energy could shake up a large area, but he was not as cold as his senior brother Dugu Yuyun. He acted carefully, and he was afraid of hurting innocent people. , And didn't want to let Luo Feng slip away, a dilemma for a time.
He who does not learn well is to learn from Jigong, sloppy and unruly, where there is a bit of immortality, the people are mortal with naked eyes, and it is difficult to distinguish loyalty and traitors, but he rushed to help him Luo Feng.
"Cough cough... Don't be anxious about the Daoist Master, you folks don't want to worry about the Daoist Master, this Daoist is a stranger Luo Mosu, and he is having fun with Luo Mo! Don't get me wrong, let's go away."
Jiu Jianxian was in a dilemma, but Luo Feng relieved him and shouted to the people who came up: "Oh, yes, to thank everyone for loving Luo's heart of boxing, today Luo's treat, and one of them is present. For one, please come in to enjoy food and wine."
After drinking and dispersing the crowd, Luo Feng lowered his voice and leaned in Jiu Jianxian's ear and said: "The Daoist wants to know the reason. Luo is willing to tell him, but this is not the place to talk. Please go to the building with Luo. In the Shangya room, Luo asked the Taoist chief to drink, how about we drink and talk?"
Jiujian Xianyi is a courageous man. Although he doesn't know what medicine Luo Feng sells in the gourd, he is not afraid that he will be a hindrance. Following Luo Feng upstairs, he enters an elegant single room, and the two sit opposite each other across the wine table.
After sitting down, Jiu Jianxian said with a straight face: "The shopkeeper Luo wants to find the poor Dao, the poor Dao is here, please speak up if you have any words."
Luo Feng smiled and said, "What the is the Dao Chief? Drink a few glasses of wine and rinse your mouth."
Regardless of whether Jiu Jianxian agreed or not, Luo Feng slapped his hands, and the well-trained waiter opened the door. The guys in the restaurant lined up, and everyone was holding a tray in their hands. The tray was filled with wine. The pot of wine glasses walked into the elegant room one by one.
Seeing that means, it is necessary to continuously send various kinds of wine to Jiujianxian to taste.
To say that Jiu Jianxian was embarrassed with Luo Feng and refused to take a sip of the wine he brought to his mouth, he was really not the kind of person who had a serious look at 800, watching the wine from the south and the north on the table. The wine worm in his stomach went straight up, and said in his heart: "With the old methods, whatever you do, you can't get away anyway, so you can drink enough before talking."
Jiu Jianxian didn't need a wine glass, grabbed the wine jug and poured it into his mouth. With a sip of his mouth, a jug of wine hit the bottom.
"The Jiudan Gold Liquid of Han Dynasty! Rare and rare!"
"Zhuyechun! The horse is coming to sit in the hall, and the golden pot is filled with wine and bamboo leaves are fragrant. Ten cups and five cups are puzzled, but after a hundred cups, they are crazy."
"Monkey stuffed! Fruity, wild, refreshing!"
"Dipterosol? A lot of supplements..."
A sip is a pot of wine, while drinking and tasting, the Taoist drank heartily, and temporarily forgot to grasp Luo Feng and ask him why the setting of the game led him over.
As the saying goes, "Why is there a solution to worries, only Dukang." Probably because people with good wine tend to drink fragments, but Jiujianxian drank the pair of small eyes brighter, as if drinking wine is really good for him. In general, the more you drink, the brighter your heart will become.
The restaurant guys lined up to deliver the wine, then turned around and went to the wine cellar to fetch new wine. After selling the new wine, they lined up at the end of the line, constantly offering wine to the drunk Taoist.
Jiu Jianxian started drinking, forgetting the time, Luo Feng didn't worry, holding his arms and waiting for him to enjoy himself.
With this drink, I drank from three poles in the sun to the sun sinking in the sun. Although only one pot of wine was drunk each time, it couldn’t hold back the endless queues of wine delivery. The legs of the guys were tired and weak. The number of drinks he drank counted in tons, but his lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and he didn't know which different space he had drunk into.
It doesn't matter what the laws of physics are, this is the Xianjia method, and Luo Feng has already seen no surprises.
Seeing that it was about to palm the lamp, the drunk Taoist sighed, shook his head and put down the hip flask, with an expression of unfulfilled expression, he opened his mouth and burped, but he stopped drinking.
Luo Feng said with a compelling expression: "Dao Master, do you have a good drink? The Tibetan wine on the first floor of this world, right?"
Jiu Jianxian nodded, shook his head again, and sighed: "Your family's Tibetan wine is indeed the most expensive in the world. It's the first time Poor Dao has drunk the world's fine wine in a restaurant, but it's a pity that Dole is not good, Dole. Unsurprisingly, most of them are the wines that Pindao had drunk before, nothing new!"
"It's easy for Dao Master to want to drink the wine he hasn't drunk before. I'm afraid Dao Master is not used to drinking it.
Luo Feng chuckled, and gave his instructions to the man. It didn't take long for the man to enter the door with a bottle of wine in a glass bottle, and to send the bottle of wine to Jiu Jianxian.
"Grape wine luminous cup..." Jiu Jianxian chanted a poem and shook his head: "Although the wines of the Western Regions are scarce in the Central Plains, there are many tastings when they travel around the world, which is not fresh."
"Master, this is no ordinary wine, this is Lafite in 1982!"
Seeing Luo Feng's exaggerated expression, Jiu Jianxian pulled out the cork suspiciously, took a sip of Lafite as if drinking Erguotou, frowned and said, "Why is it so unusual? No special taste!"
These words really stopped Luo Feng and scratched his head awkwardly: "The quality of the grapes that year was good... and... this wine... it's expensive... what you drink is taste, identity, and lightness. Sadness..."
Jiu Jianxian smashed his mouth, and said with a smile: "I, no wonder there is a smell of copper, it is not as mellow as the western wine I had drunk back then!"