Longevity: One life at the beginning, cultivation base depends on dogs

Chapter 117

Jiang Mu did charitable things, and it spread very much.

The main thing was that all the monks who drank his wine were deeply suspicious.

What is this picture?

I don't understand.

Although I don't understand it, the obvious benefits are there, not for nothing.

"Hehe, it is said that there are more high-grade spirit wines hidden in this old kun's wine house, but the price is more expensive than these outside, and not many people drink it."

"Since Lao Kun took over this wine stall, the spirit wine brewed has become better and better, but it is still so cheap, it's really hard to imagine how he did it, so that it can still be opened."

Many monks talked about it.

Jiang Mu doesn't care about this, which merchant will tell you that he has made money when he makes money?

It seems that you lose a lot, but in fact you earn more.

Even, the deacon disciples of the Colorful Xiamen would drink a pot at Jiang Mu's stall.

Although these disciples couldn't see what was on the peripheral stalls, it was too loud to stand its reputation.

Moreover, these disciples were still among the few cultivators who had drunk some high-grade spirit wine.

How many ordinary people can there be to join the cultivators of the Colorful Xiamen?

They are all children of families who rely on colorful Xiamen.

The well-received spirit wine was immediately introduced into the sect by these Colorful Xiamen deacon disciples, and many cultivators came to admire it in the central neighborhood of Colorful Xiamen.

Jiang Mu smiled at this, and finally wanted to open up the market.

At first, it was just a small group of Zhuji and Jindan monks who came to his wine stall to drink.

These monks are relatively high in cultivation, and their net worth is naturally profound, and they are named the best wine.

"I thought this stall was so famous, and the person who made the wine must be an experienced old man, but I didn't expect it to be so young."

At the head was a mid-Golden Pill period great cultivator, looking at Jiang Mu's young face and frowning.

"How long have you been making wine?"

"Is your wine really as good as rumored to be?" Or even help with practice?

When Jiang Mu heard this, he was not angry, and said with a smile: "The cultivator is the master, and the same is true for winemaking."

"As for whether this wine is good or not, you will know if you try it."

For the cultivators of the Golden Pill Period, the wine brewed by Jiang Mu is still useful, and the top good wines are all very old elixirs, and conquering the cultivators of the Golden Pill Period is naturally not a problem.

Even the Yuan Infancy Stage cultivators were slightly useful.

But this was just a spirit wine, but Jiang Mu brewed the effect of the elixir.

When Brother Jin Dan heard this, he laughed and said, "In that case, serve the wine!" "

A few jugs of good wine are served, and the aroma of wine alone is shocking.

All the cultivators looked at each other and saw the surprise in their hearts.

Soon, after a few glasses of wine, the monks were conquered.

"It really is!"

"I thought it was those deacon disciples bragging!"

"Needless to say, I actually felt a hint of drunkenness."

These monks were very happy.

The main reason is that this wine is so high-grade, it is sold so much cheaper than other places.

That Golden Pill Stage cultivator also bowed his hand to Jiang Mu: "I was just under the Tang Dynasty, this wine, it is really a good wine!" "

It's very stretchable.

Although Jiang Mu's external cultivation seemed to be nothing more than a foundation building, this Golden Dan cultivator did not show much disdain, but was a little arrogant at the beginning.

Well, young people, understandably.

"No problem, if you have time, you can also help spread the word below, thank you very much."

Jiang Mu was also like a seasoned businessman, and Yan Yueshi said.

"That's nature."

From this day on, Jiang Mu began his commercial path of conquering the heart of the Colorful Xiamen.

After all, this kind of thing is spread ten, ten and hundred, even if you don't drink it, you will come to see it out of curiosity.

In the twentieth year since he took over the wine stall, Jiang Mu's wine stall became famous, and it was regarded as breaking into the center of the colorful Xiamen.

Many high-ranking cultivators would come to his wine stall to drink a jug.

Jiang Mu also innovated and constantly launched new spirit wines.

In the past twenty years, although he has been busy, Jiang Mu has also enjoyed it.

Changing to a different lifestyle does have some different feelings.

In the thirtieth year, Jiang Mu's new spirit wine was widely acclaimed, and his customers also changed from refining qi and building foundations to Jindan, and cultivators in the Yuan infancy period.

The stall was still the same old stall, and Jiang Mu didn't want to replace it.

Some things, the older the more flavorful.

It was as if now he was not Jiang Mu, but Lao Kun in everyone's mouth.

There were also monks who fought in his wine stall, but they were all kicked out by Jiang Mu.

This is still light.

Now he just wants to do business and experience a different life.

These drinking monks had a new understanding of the old Kun in front of them.

It seems to be a foundation building monk, but in fact, he is a master who does not know the depth.

Because the two cultivators who were kicked by him were both in the early stage of Jindan.

Since then, no one has dared to make trouble at this small wine stall.

Everyone comes here just to taste good wine and get acquainted with different Taoists.

In the fiftieth year, the Lao Kun wine stall is famous around the colorful Xiamen.

Many cultivators came to admire them, and some even begged Jiang Mu to take them as apprentices.

But Jiang Mu just smiled faintly and did not agree.

On the surface, he was a winemaker, but who knew that he was a formation mage.

This winemaking technique cannot be learned by ordinary people.

In the hundredth year, Lao Kun Wine Stalls became a century-old shop.

Although this wine is very famous, at most it only attracts Jindan, and the Yuan Infant cultivators come here, and few cultivators above the Avatar God come here.

"The first drink is still oblique bangs, and then it is already Mediterranean."

Many low-level cultivators sighed that they were Jiang Mu's first customers, and now they were all dying of age, and looking at Jiang Mu, they were still so young.

For these old friends, Jiang Mu would send a jug of send-off wine.

Their talents are limited, they have been refining qi all their lives, and they have a lifespan of more than two hundred years at most.

Judging from Jiang Mu's gaze, it was no different from mortals.

"Lao Kun, I can see this wine stall of yours, I must run it well!"

"Let our apprentices and grandchildren maybe drink a pot."

At dusk, an elderly monk took Jiang Mu's wine and laughed.

His name is Huang Yu, he is a resident in this street and Jiang Mu's first regular customers.

This seemed to have become a habit, but anyone who felt that he was about to sit down would come to Jiang Mu to ask for a glass of send-off wine.

Jiang Mu never charged.

"By the way, does this wine have a name?"

After taking a sip, Huang Yu felt that this wine was different from what he had drunk in the past, it seemed to be more delicious, and he also felt drunk.

After all, a little cultivator like him couldn't afford to drink those high-end spirit wines.

Now I have a drink, and I am satisfied.

"This wine is called Forgotten Dust Wine."

"Why is it called Forgotten Dust Wine?"

Jiang Mu looked into the distance and said with a smile: "Forget everything, but dust heart, it is a limited amount, only give it away, not sell!" Hearing

this, Huang Yu was silent for a long time, and his cloudy eyes were full of grave qi.

Yes, forget everything, but dust your heart.

Who would remember that he Huang Yu had also set foot on the Xiuxian Road?

He is just a speck of dust, not even a small person, no one will remember.

"Lao Kun, thank you."

Huang Yu arched his hand and turned to walk into the twilight.

Jiang Mu looked at Huang Yu's back speechlessly.

Life, life, life.

If you want to buy osmanthus with wine, it is not the same, teenager tour.

ps: There are more red dust refining hearts in these chapters, but it is estimated that it will be over soon, and Jiang Mu will come out of the mountain after he upgrades.