I started cultivating immortals from the first level of Qi refining in the city

After a few minutes.

A small restaurant in the Su Family Manor.

Su Qiankun, father and son, and Li Chunfeng sat around a round table with eight cold dishes.

In addition, there are two bottles of wine on the table.

One bottle is a famous wine in Huaguo, Feitian Moutai, and the other bottle is in ceramic packaging without any label on it.

But through the aroma, Li Chunfeng could tell that the ceramic bottle was a century-old national cellar, so he looked at the ceramic bottle eagerly.

"Brother Li, I've already arranged cooking in the kitchen. Let's have a cold dish first and have a drink."

Su Qiankun said with a smile on his face: "Shenbing, hurry up and pour wine for Patriarch Li."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Li Chunfeng couldn't wait a long time ago, picked up the ceramic bottle in a hurry, poured himself a full glass, and then said with a smile: "It's fine if the magic soldier is a junior, brother Su, let me pour you a glass."

After speaking, Li Chunfeng got up, intending to pour Su Qiankun a cup of the century-old Guojiao.

"Need not."

Su Qiankun waved his hand, then pointed to Moutai and said, "I'll just drink this with Shenbing. I don't have many hundred-year-old cellars in my family."

"Shenbing and I don't have much research on wine. It's a waste to drink it. It's better to keep it for Brother Li. You can come over whenever you want to drink. The Su family welcomes you at any time."

The words were so beautiful that Li Chunfeng was embarrassed: "How can this work, Brother Su, let's try it together."

"No, no, brother Li, you are a distinguished guest of the Su family, and only you are worthy of enjoying the century-old cellar today." Su Qiankun responded.

"Since this is the case, I will be disrespectful."

Li Chunfeng felt very comfortable, glanced at the ceramic bottle, and then said: "Brother Su, this small bottle is not enough for me."

"Haha, I know Brother Li has a lot of people, so I'm ready in advance."

Su Qiankun smiled lightly, then clapped his hands and said: "Come here, bring up that altar of a hundred-year-old national cellar to Patriarch Li."

As soon as the words fell, two servants walked into the dining room carrying an altar of 'Century National Cellar'.

Li Chunfeng's eyes were straightened, and he swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva involuntarily.

"Brother Li, this entire altar of the century-old national cellar is yours. You drink it slowly, and no one will snatch it from you." Su Qiankun said generously.

"OK!"

Li Chunfeng was overjoyed, then seemed to remember something, and asked: "Brother Su, you said just now that you have something to discuss with me, what is it?"

"Don't worry, let's drink first, it's just a small matter, it's not too late to talk when we're full." Su Qiankun said with a smile.

"Okay, brother Su, you are so generous today, I must toast you."

Li Chunfeng was very happy, raised his glass to toast, and then drank it all in one gulp.

In just ten minutes, the real century-old cellar in the ceramic bottle is gone.

Li Chunfeng is also a little drunk, his old face is flushed, and his tongue is a bit big when he speaks.

"Shen Bing, open the wine jar and fill it up for Patriarch Li." At this moment, Su Qiankun said.

"Ok."

Su Shenbing opened the wine jar, poured a full glass for Li Chunfeng, and said, "Patriarch Li, I respect you."

"Well, good boy, you should also drink Centennial Guoliang, Moutai is far worse than this wine." Li Chunfeng laughed.

"I like to drink Moutai."

Su Shenbing glanced at the bulk wine in Li Chunfeng's glass, and couldn't help but shiver.

This thing is industrial alcohol, the stamina is too great, whoever drinks it will feel uncomfortable, he dare not drink it.

Li Chunfeng didn't continue to persuade, and drank another toast.

After drinking to the current state, he has been confused, and naturally he can't tell the real wine from the fake wine.

"Good wine, as expected of Brother Su's national cellar, the taste is really good!"

Li Chunfeng couldn't put it down, drinking one cup after another.

Su Qiankun and his son saw that the time was almost up, so they started to mention Su Yang learning martial arts

at the same time.

When Su Yang returned to the villa by the river, he first fed the white cat a dose of spiritual energy, then went to his room, sat cross-legged, and thought about Liu Fankui's assassination of himself.

"This Liu Fankui, I spared his life last night, but I didn't expect him to seek death by himself."

Su Yang smiled softly and said: "But it's okay, he has already notified the late-stage master of country d's master, presumably that master named Tang Shankou will bloodbath Nalan's family when he comes to Jiangbei, my purpose of saving his life is considered Reached."

Instead, Su Yang remembered the reason why Liu Fankui wanted to kill him, it was because of his elder sister.

Thinking of his elder sister, Su Yang couldn't help showing a smile.

"Why don't you give my sister a call?"

Su Yang smiled, and instead dialed an encrypted number.

However, no one answered the phone, so Su Yang edited a text message and sent it.

Content: Sister, how are you doing recently, when will I go home, I miss you.

After sending the text message, Su Yang put away his phone, closed his eyes slightly and entered the cultivation state.

He didn't plan to go anywhere today, he had to transform the evil energy in his body into spiritual energy as soon as possible, hoping to break through to the fourth level of Qi training.

the other side.

Nalan Mingzhe woke up in the manor of Nalan's family. After the wounds on his body were healed, he was almost healed.

"Damn Su Yang!"

Nalan Mingzhe remembered what happened in Li's Manor, and suddenly became furious, his face clouded with cloud.

But he is very good at controlling his emotions, and he calms down in just a few seconds.

Afterwards, Nalan Mingzhe called one of his subordinates and asked, "I'm not in Li's manor, how did I get back?"

"Master, Miss Concubine Xuan's father sent you here, saying that you drank too much at Li's house."

This subordinate obviously knew Nalan Mingzhe very well, and persuaded him: "Master, don't blame me for talking too much, your physical condition does not allow you to drink alcohol, so don't drink it next time, your health is important."

"Ah."

Nalan Mingzhe nodded, and then said coldly: "Li Chunfeng, I didn't expect you to make a deal today, okay, I will write down this account!"

With Nalan Mingzhe's intelligence, he can naturally see that he has been used by Li Chunfeng, and his face is quite ugly.

"Young master, the old lady came here and is currently in the conference room. I told you to go see her when you wake up. It seems that I have something important to tell you." The subordinate said.

Hearing this, Nalan Mingzhe got up and went to the conference room, and asked his subordinates to wait outside, while he pushed the door and entered by himself.

at this time.

Song Lihua and Hei Nu were practicing in the meeting room. When they saw Nalan Mingzhe walking in, they both ended their cultivation.

Next.

Song Lihua didn't hesitate, and told Nalan Mingzhe what happened last night, and expressed her willingness to take Nalan Mingzhe back to the capital.

"I will never forget the enmity between your grandfather and Xiao Yi. When I recover from my injuries, I will definitely avenge them."

"But now, the Nalan family has lost their martial arts master, and has already existed in name only. It is meaningless for you to stay in Jiangbei."

Song Lihua looked at Nalan Mingzhe, and continued: "Although you are born weak and not suitable for martial arts, but after all, you are my own grandson, and I will naturally not let you go. Come back to Kyoto with me."

Nalan Mingzhe thought for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay, but, grandma, before leaving Jiangbei, I want to do two things."

"What's the matter, tell me." Song Lihua said lightly.

"One, I want to kill someone!"

"Who?"

"Young Master of the Su family, Su Yang!" Nalan Mingzhe gritted his teeth.

Song Lihua replied: "Okay, leave this matter to your grandfather. There is no one in Jiangbei who he can't kill."

"grandfather?"

Nalan Mingzhe paused, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't my grandfather already dead?"

"Nalanzu is not your real grandfather, your father is my illegitimate child with someone else."

Speaking of this, Song Lihua glanced at the black slave next to him.

Nalan Mingzhe also looked at the black slave, feeling confused