In August, the heat in Dushui City continued unabated, and the bluestone floor of East Street was scorching hot.
In order to please Wang Tuo, Luo Hai specially developed a kind of ice wine, which makes people feel cool and comfortable when drinking it.
Wang Tuo, however, disliked the ice wine's low alcohol content. Luo Hai brewed too much, so he tried to sell it in the city. It was surprisingly popular, with customers lining the door to buy it, and even Cuiweiju Winery's business was affected.
Luo Hai was not satisfied and just felt annoyed. What was the point of him having the likes of these mortals?
He continued to study for half a month and finally developed an ice wine with a very high alcohol content. Regardless of the late time, he took the jar of wine and went to knock on the door next door.
Knock knock——
"Ahem...come in."
Luo Hai was stunned when he heard the slightly hoarse voice.
He moved the door open and walked in, and immediately saw Xiang Sheng lying on the soft chair with a pale face. Senior Hu was circling around her with a long face.
"Boss Xiang, are you...catching a cold?"
Xiang Sheng opened and closed his eyes, and smiled faintly: "I was a little careless. I'm afraid it won't be healed for a while."
Luo Hai nodded slightly. "It's so hot out here, catching a cold is really troublesome. Senior Hu is not convenient, I'll go buy you some medicine."
Luo Hai placed the wine jar on the table again and chuckled, "Senior Hu, this is freshly brewed ice wine. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
After saying that, Luo Hai turned around and left towards the clinic.
As soon as the man left, Xiang Sheng put his hand across his chest and sighed softly.
"I told you not to rush things, but you wouldn't listen."
Wang Tuo's face was stern, and his tone did not improve. "That's good now. The resentment has hurt my heart and lungs. I can't go any faster."
"Don't worry, big brother. I'm fine."
Xiang Sheng smiled gently, "It's not that I'm injured, the resentment hasn't broken through the blockade of the clear energy."
Wang Tuo frowned, "Then what's going on?"
“Ahem…”
Xiang Sheng put his right hand to his lips and coughed twice, looking a little embarrassed. "Yes, it was suppressed."
"Pressed?"
Wang Tuo's expression also turned strange. "The resentment is tightening and becoming denser. It should be sinking. How could it be pressing on the heart and lungs?"
"I drove it away myself."
Xiang Sheng's face revealed a hint of helplessness, "Back then, in order to absorb the entire sea of resentment, there wasn't enough space in my dantian, so I transferred most of the pure energy to the heart and lung meridians, leaving only a shallow layer at the bottom of the sea of resentment.
The current sea of resentment is a hundred times smaller than it was two months ago. It is extremely condensed and heavy. The layer of pure energy cannot bear it. It is too late to mobilize the pure energy of the heart and lungs. I can only temporarily move the sea of resentment into the heart and lungs."
Wang Tuo couldn't help but gasp at what he heard. "...a sea of resentment weighing on your lungs. It would be strange if you weren't uncomfortable."
"How can the road to cultivation be smooth sailing? Such small mistakes are inevitable."
Xiang Sheng smiled faintly, "Wait until I can increase the pure energy in my Dantian and nurture it for two months, then send the sea of resentment back, and everything will be fine."
"Just be sensible."
Wang Tuo felt relieved, waved his paws, jumped onto the table, opened the mud seal on the wine jar, took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Good wine!"
He had only taken a few sips when Luo Hai came rushing back with a prescription. Seeing that Wang Tuo liked the new wine, he was naturally happy.
He was about to place it on the table, and then instructed: "Boss Xiang, take this medicine three times a day. One dose of medicine can last for seven days..."
Xiang Sheng listened quietly and nodded in thanks.
Luo Hailian said no, but he couldn't help feeling sad when he left.
So what if Sheng Ji is reincarnated? Mortals are just mortals, born, aged, sick and died, they are really fragile.
He returned to the winery empty-handed, reached out to touch his storage ring, took out a communication talisman, and contacted the human network for a moment, looking a little confused.
It has been almost two months, and that evil cultivator seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. There is no news at all. Could it be that he has left this area?
He had wanted to take advantage of the wine delivery today to ask Senior Hu for some advice, but he didn't expect that Senior Hu would be too indifferent to his boss's advice.
"That's all."
He sighed softly, thinking that even if the sky fell, Senior Hu would be there to support it. If anything really happened, he would inform the police in time.
As night fell, Du Shuicheng passed by peacefully again.
The next morning, west of the city.
The Zhao family, which had been silent for several years, suddenly became high-profile again. The gate of the mansion was decorated with lights and filled with flowers. A red carpet almost extended from the gate to the city gate, attracting countless people to watch, forcing the city lord Zhao Qiong to send people to maintain order.
The head of the Zhao family was dressed in gorgeous clothes and stood at the gate of the mansion, staring eagerly at the end of the street.
In mid-air, Zhao Zhuo looked at the exaggerated scene below, his face turned pale, his eyelids twitched wildly, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into awkwardly.
The purple-robed young man behind him laughed heartily and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, your father is a mortal, so some worldly things are unavoidable. The fact that he greeted you with such pomp and ceremony shows that he values you as his son."
When Zhao Zhuo heard his senior brother's words of comfort, he sneered, "Senior brother, you are wrong. In the eyes of Patriarch Zhao, I have never been his son."
The purple-robed youth seemed to understand Zhao Zhuo's background. He sighed softly, "The bloodline karmic relationship cannot be severed. Go down."
Zhao Zhuo nodded, and the jade ruler under his feet flashed and returned to his hand, then floated to the backyard.
The concubine in the backyard was startled when she saw someone coming down from the sky. Then, she saw her son's young face and ran over in surprise, shouting, "Zhuo'er!"
Zhao Zhuo's cold expression softened slightly, and he appeared in front of Madam Ce in a flash. "Mother."
Upon hearing this, the concubine became anxious, "Zhuo'er, are you crazy? How can you call me mother? If the eldest lady knew..."
"Mother, have you forgotten?"
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