"Let's move."
After handing over the Immortal Stone, Xiang Sheng turned back to look at Ji Qingya and the others and said, "You are not allowed to put it in the storage ring."
After hearing this, Ji Qingya looked at the wine jars piled up in the wine cellar and was completely dumbfounded.
"Sister Shitou, with so many jars of wine, if we don't store them in the storage ring and just use a cart to move them, how long will it take us to move them?"
"Little brother, you don't understand this, right?"
Before Xiang Sheng could say anything, the owner of the wine shop came over and said cheerfully:
“There is no spiritual energy in the storage ring. Although the space is closed, it is harmless to leave the spiritual wine in there for a while, but the taste will be slightly different.
Boss Shi is a very particular person and he cannot tolerate this little difference.
Seventy years ago, Boss Shi came alone to buy wine. He used a cart and worked non-stop for more than half a month before he finally brought all the wine back.
Now that we have two of you, the efficiency will be doubled. I think three to five days will be enough."
Ji Qingya wanted to say something, but Qingmu walked straight towards the cart.
He immediately stopped talking, chased after him unwillingly, and rushed to load the wine onto the cart.
Seeing the two guys working so diligently, the owner of the wine shop chuckled, turned to look at Xiang Sheng's face, and asked curiously:
"Why did Boss Shi change his face?"
Just now at the door, if Xiang Sheng's ethereal and cold temperament was not so eye-catching, he might not have recognized him.
Xiang Sheng's expression was calm: "I went out and hired two guys. I offended some people, so I have to be more careful."
"Indeed, it's not easy to recruit employees these days, especially those with unknown backgrounds. If you're not careful, you'll get into trouble..."
The winery owner deeply agrees.
Soon, three carts of wine were loaded.
When Xiang Sheng said goodbye, the owner of the winery waved his hand calmly without saying goodbye.
In the next few days, there will be many opportunities to meet Boss Shi.
In a blink of an eye, four days passed.
After pulling the last load of wine outside the shop, Ji Qingya collapsed on the ground and waved his hands weakly, saying:
"I can't do it anymore, Aoki. I'm counting on you from now on. Please help me send the empty car along."
Qingmu glanced at Ji Qingya, shook his head, and silently put down the wine.
After all, he is a human immortal, so how could he feel tired just because he had been moving wine for four days?
It's just that I find it too boring.
Noisy, average strength, average understanding, and a restless mind...
Qingmu secretly summed up several characteristics of Ji Qingya, and couldn't help but feel a sense of exploration in his heart.
How could such a Ji Qingya become a first-class genius in the Immortal Palace?
Half an hour later, Aoki delivered the empty cart to the winery and returned empty-handed.
Ji Qingya stood up with a somersault and looked at the wine jars scattered on the ground with worry in his eyes:
“Have these bottles been left outside?
There's not much space in the coffin shop, and the second floor definitely can't hold it all. What if it gets stolen?"
He was obviously overthinking it.
Because for the next month, Xiang Sheng didn't return to the shop, but sat outside, drinking all the time.
"It turns out that Stone Sister is an alcoholic..."
Ji Qingya sat on the threshold of the coffin shop, looking at Xiang Sheng in the pile of wine jars not far away. He sniffed the strong smell of wine and felt a little distressed:
"Drink half and pour half. What's wrong with this, Sister Stone? It's such a waste."
He muttered to himself, completely unaware of Aoki leaning against the door, and his eyes became deeper.
"Sister Stone, can I have a taste too?"
He shouted, patted his butt and stood up. Just as he was about to go over, he saw Xiang Sheng suddenly turn around and give him a cold look.
This look was too cold.
Since Ji Qingya came to the coffin shop, he had never been stared at by Xiang Sheng with such a cold gaze. For a moment, his body froze in place, and his breathing was slightly choked.
It was not until Xiang Sheng withdrew his gaze that he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and sat back on the doorstep, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and muttered with a tone of resentment.
"After all, I brought back this wine by the truckload. What's wrong with having a sip?"
Ji Qingya was so angry.
At this moment, a faint reminder suddenly came from above: "What the shopkeeper is drinking should be the wine for the memorial day. How can you taste it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ji Qingya was shocked all over, and the anger on his face was immediately replaced by guilt.
"Hey, Sister Stone, why didn't you tell me earlier? What did I do just now..."
He blamed himself for a while, then he remembered something and looked up at Qingmu: "How did you know?"
Qingmu stood up and sat down next to Ji Qingya. Instead of answering, he asked, "Is her last name Shi?"
Ji Qingya laughed again when he heard this: "Your question is exactly the same as the one I asked when I first came here.
Sister Shitou’s last name is not Shi, because of this Stone Tower Coffin Shop, everyone calls her Boss Shi.
I asked Stone Sister what her name was, and she actually said she didn't have a name now.
I asked her why she didn’t choose one, and she said there was no need, and that Stone Sister was really a weird person…”
Ji Qingya was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube. After he finished explaining the whole story, he finally reacted and looked slightly annoyed. He slapped Qingmu's shoulder hard:
"You haven't answered me yet? Why are you asking me now?"
Aoki stood motionless, looking at the lonely figure in the wine jar not far away, as if thinking about something.
Xiang Sheng can still drink for a while, and it seems like he has no intention of stopping.
Ji Qingya was bored and started to think about how to weave straw ropes.
Before I could figure out a clue, I saw Aoki skillfully weaving a whole one.
It's really infuriating that he's not a demon!
He threw the hay aside in anger, sat next to Aoki and started to learn secretly.
After Qingmu had woven a few pieces of straw rope, he suddenly thought of something and threw the unfinished rope in his hand to Ji Qingya. He turned around and picked up two pieces of hay again, and quickly intertwined them between his nimble fingers.
Soon, an extremely thin straw rope was born in his hands.
Aoki stared at the straw rope blankly for a moment, and finally tied it around his wrist.
Ji Qingya witnessed the whole process and immediately became interested: "You have this ability? Make one for me too."
Aoki shook his head, picked up the thick straw rope in his arms and continued weaving.
Ji Qingya immediately became unhappy: "It's just a piece of straw rope, is there anything special about it to you?"
After asking this question, Ji Qingya didn't expect Qingmu to respond.
Unexpectedly, he hummed for the first time, then twirled the straw rope around his wrist and whispered, "A thought."
"Thoughts? What thoughts can a straw rope have?"
Ji Qingya wanted to continue asking, but saw Qingmu suddenly stand up and walk out of the shop door, heading straight towards Sheng.
Before Ji Qingya could stop him, Qingmu had already sat opposite Xiang Sheng and spoke in a deep voice:
"You want the exact location of the Heavenly Demon Secret Realm? Answer me a question and I'll tell you."
The wine jar in Xiang Sheng's hand paused for a moment, and his scattered gaze gradually focused on Qingmu's extremely serious face.
After a long while, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Ask."
Aoki twisted the straw rope around his wrist, his throat rolling, "Is that person very important to you?"
"Not alone."
Xiang Sheng replied quickly, but it was beyond Qingmu's expectations.
He hesitated: "Is that... a demon?"
"A lot of people." "I've had persistent diarrhea today. I don't know what I ate, but I feel so weak. I'll probably take a day off tomorrow. Happy May Day everyone!"
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