"Pure! Really mellow! It is indeed Zuihonglou's century-old wine."

After finishing, he raised his head and took another two big sips, then wiped the mouth of the gourd, put the stopper in, and looked at Shen Lang with a smile:

"I'm a bad old man who looks after the door. There's no benefit in being courteous to me. You're giving me this wine at a loss."

Shen Lang smiled and said:

"I don't know anything about wine. I only know how to drink wine, and I can't taste good wine. It's better to give this kind of good wine to a master who knows how to taste wine, so it's not considered a secret investment."

After finishing, he patted the saddle again:

"Uncle Zhang, I have to ask you to help me foster this horse today."

"Hey, your hundred-year-old gourd is enough to buy two horses of this level. It's still a loss to give you good wine and ask me to help take care of your horses!" Uncle Zhang laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Shen, you

Horse, old man, I will help you take good care of it! I guarantee that when you come to pick up the horse, it will be fat and strong, with shiny fur!"

"Thank you very much!"

Shen Lang handed the reins to Uncle Zhang, bowed his hands to him, said goodbye, and walked to the gate.

After taking a few steps forward, a whisper suddenly came to my ears:

"A few days ago, the 'Little Heavenly Master' Lian Yunxiao returned to the Taoist Academy. The old man heard that he sent someone to inquire about a Taoist student named Shen Lang. Boy, be careful, Lian Yunxiao is not only the most outstanding student in the Taoist Academy today.

He is a genius, and he is also the Vice-President of the Taoist Academy and a personal disciple of Master Bailong. His own temperament is... hard to describe. Regardless of whether you have offended him or not, it is best to avoid him."

Shen Lang paused for a moment, stopped, turned around and bowed to Uncle Zhang, then continued forward and entered the Taoist temple gate.
Chapter completed!