87: Chapter 87: The Blessed Land of Yellow Millet - The Wine of Forgetfulness!

After haggling with the Old Immortal Master of Chunfan Studio for a few minutes, Yang Simu wanted to give away that half-tile for free, but he couldn't even give it away.

However, when the three of them left, the Old Immortal Master gave each of them a small gift.

Yang Simu received a writing brush of decent quality, while the young girl Wang Zhu and Xiao Bai both received small items that women liked.

The price was around a few Snowflake Coins.

It seemed expensive, but this was actually Chunfan Studio's way of attracting returning customers.

Of course, if the items Yang Simu sold today hadn't been worth nearly a Grain Rain Coin, the Old Immortal Master wouldn't have acted this way.

Yang Simu didn't know how much Chunfan Studio could resell them for, but judging from the smile on the Old Immortal Master's face, he would surely receive a significant commission.

When the three left, this Old Immortal Master surnamed Song even smiled and told Yang Simu to definitely bring anything he had to him next time, promising the price would be absolutely fair!

Yang Simu just smiled, noncommittal.

...

At dusk.

Yang Simu took Wang Zhu and Xiao Bai into a quiet, secluded alley.

Xiao Bai asked in confusion, "Young Master, what are you doing here?"

"Drinking wine!" Yang Simu replied with a smile.

Xiao Bai's willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly. "But it's empty here; I don't even see a single wine shop!"

"And even if there were a wine shop here, there are hardly any passersby!"

Yang Simu grinned and laughed loudly, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'The fragrance of wine fears no deep alley'?"

Just as he finished speaking, he happened to stop his pace.

Xiao Bai and Wang Zhu also stopped almost at the same time.

Xiao Bai's eyes were full of curiosity, while Wang Zhu's brows were tightly knit.

Then, under their dumbfounded gazes, Yang Simu shouted directly toward the street at the top of his lungs:

"Senior of Huangliang Wine Shop, I'm here to drink wine. Please open the door!"

"Did Senior hear me?"

...

However, Yang Simu shouted for several minutes until his throat was about to smoke, yet there was still no movement on the street.

Xiao Bai couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, is there really a Huangliang Wine Shop here as you say?"

"How about we go somewhere else to drink?"

Yang Simu shook his head immediately and gritted his teeth, "If I come to Daoxuan Mountain and don't drink a jar of Wangyou Wine from Huangliang Blessed Land, it would be as if I came for nothing!"

"No, no matter what, I must drink this wine today!"

Xiao Bai felt somewhat helpless.

Suddenly, Yang Simu's eyes lit up as he thought of a way.

The next moment.

The youth stood firm on both feet and assumed a boxing stance.

As he threw a punch, the air around him suddenly made a sound like popping soybeans!

Wherever the fist gale passed, even the River of Time experienced a moment of stagnation!

This was the "Wading Water" fist technique that Yang Simu cultivated.

With one punch, even the River of Time must halt!

As for the strongest Fist Intent, it was to make the River of Time flow backward!

Subsequently, he successively executed various miraculous fist techniques of Mountain-Shaking Fist, Day Practice, Night Practice, and Dream Practice!

Yang Simu threw punch after punch!

...

At this moment, within the fragments of the shattered Huangliang Blessed Land.

A small yellow sparrow with a golden beak suddenly fluttered incessantly in its cage, chirping away.

Legend has it that there is a pair of extraordinary yellow sparrows in the world; the male can examine a person's literary fortune, and the female can check a person's martial fortune.

The male sparrow, before Lizhu Blessed Land fell into Eastern Baoping Continent, often appeared beside a young Daoist who set up a fortune-telling stall in front of the Village School.

As for the other female sparrow, it was the one right here.

In the wine shop, the Old Shopkeeper who had been drinking wine suddenly frowned and said displeasurably:

"There are no outsiders drinking here, so what are you chirping for?"

"Not long ago, after that Female Martial God from the Daduan Dynasty came, didn't it take you half a day to recover?"

"What, do you feel like you're up to it again now?"

After the old man finished speaking to himself, a youth named Xu Jia suddenly said:

"Just now, I saw a youth in green robes with a sword on his back practicing fist techniques outside our wine shop."

"Look, he's still tirelessly practicing his punches right now!"

"It's not that easy to drink the Wangyou Wine from our shop!"

"If it weren't for the Young Miss, even that son of a bitch A Liang wouldn't have been able to drink so many jars!"

At the mention of A Liang, Xu Jia felt a surge of anger.

Why would the fine Young Miss fall for A Liang?

He was so handsome and hung around the Young Miss every day; couldn't she see him?

The old man also gave a cold snort and cursed A Liang under his breath.

Then, the old man said with interest, "Could it really be that kid outside who's making this little yellow sparrow so happy today?"

Xu Jia said dismissively, "Aren't you overthinking it?"

"That kid outside is only in the Fourth Realm of the Martial Path. Is everyone supposed to be a Cao Ci?"

...

"Huff, huff..."

Yang Simu stopped his fist moves, his chest heaving violently as he panted heavily.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a bit discouraged, and couldn't help but curse:

"I just want to drink a jar of Wangyou Wine, why is it so damn hard?"

Xiao Bai said with a concerned look, "Young Master, did you remember the place wrong? There shouldn't be any Huangliang Blessed Land here."

"Besides, I read in a miscellaneous book that Huangliang Blessed Land, like Lizhu Blessed Land, has already been shattered."

Yang Simu didn't explain anything to Xiao Bai; he just sighed. It seemed he wouldn't be able to drink the Wangyou Wine today.

He was just about to turn and leave when he felt a ripple of Spiritual Qi fluctuation suddenly coming from behind him.

As someone who had come out of Lizhu Blessed Land early, Yang Simu was all too familiar with this kind of fluctuation!

He immediately turned back and looked intently.

A plain and ordinary wine shop appeared out of thin air before the three of them.

At the shop's entrance, the young shop assistant named Xu Jia glanced at Yang Simu out of the corner of his eye, then reluctantly moved his gaze away from Xiao Bai and Wang Zhu.

Only then did he wave his hand and say, "Seeing how hard you've been practicing your punches, our shopkeeper invites you in for a jar of wine!"

Xiao Bai and Wang Zhu both looked wary.

Only Yang Simu looked delighted and strode right in.

The two women immediately followed.

In the wine shop, the yellow sparrow in the cage was still chirping incessantly.

The Old Shopkeeper raised his hand and lightly tapped the cage, and only then did the yellow sparrow quiet down.

"Old Shopkeeper, it's not right for your wine shop to do business with the doors closed like this!" Yang Simu said with some resentment.

The old man glared and said with slight anger, "If you don't want to drink, then get out now!"

"Our Wangyou Wine from Huangliang Blessed Land has never lacked buyers!"

Just then, Xu Jia happened to bring over a jar of wine and laughed loudly:

"That's right. I remember a monk with very profound Buddhist dharma once came here and drank our shop's wine."

"That monk then jokingly said, 'The only thing that can break the Buddha in my heart is this wine'!"

Yang Simu naturally nodded in agreement.

[Congratulations to the host for snatching a jar of top-grade Wangyou Wine!]

[The System has opened a key acupoint within the host's body.]

Hearing the voice of the snatching opportunity system in his mind, Yang Simu's expression brightened again.

He hadn't expected that just wanting to drink a pot of wine could also count as snatching an opportunity!

As soon as the wine jar was opened, a rich fragrance of wine immediately wafted over.

Even Xiao Bai, who had never taken the initiative to drink wine before, used her heart voice to hope the master would grant her a bowl of wine.