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At this moment, although the Wisdom Yang City had been suppressed by the Nangong family's army, there were no signs of panic within the city. Originally, most of the territory of the Mo Clan was located outside of the territory. Those who were under the control of the Mo Clan had dealings with other factions, and the war began to have a huge impact on the customers. Fortunately, Mo Yunfan had his own foresight. Ten years ago, he had been building up warehouses to store grain and encourage merchants to buy all kinds of daily necessities for the Shangguan Family to buy back. To reject Mo Xiyan, the Mo Clan had enough resources to support the Mo Clan for ten years. As a result, even though the great battle had begun, the lives of the people in the city were not affected in the slightest.

Zhu Xingtong said that in the entire Mo Clan's area of influence, the Wise Yang City was the best. As the barrier of the Mo Clan, the communication between this place and the outside world was the most intense.

Zhu Xingtong's understanding of the Wise Sun City was beyond Ye Mo's expectation. He walked through the streets with ease and familiarity. Not long after, he found a remote tavern. The wooden door of the tavern was a bit dilapidated. The interior of the tavern wasn't very big. There were only seven tables, and no customers at all. There was only one shopkeeper in the shop, and his hair was loose and his head was bowed just in time to cover his face. When Ye Mo Han and Zhu Xingtong entered the shop, the shopkeeper didn't even lift his head, he was busy with something.

"Manager, serve the Drunken Immortal Wine and a few random dishes." Zhu Xingtong turned around and said to Ye Mo Han. I dare to say that not only Wisdom Yang City, even in this entire world, if the Drunken Immortal Wine were to claim itself to be number two, no other wine would dare to claim themselves to be number one. "

After a long time, two jars of wine were served, and a large bowl of steaming stew was placed on top of it. He said in a hoarse voice: "Gentlemen, this is the dog meat that I just stewed, I think it should be used for the wine." Then, without waiting for them, he turned and left.

Ye Wen felt that this shopkeeper was a bit strange, but the room was filled with the scent of meat. Even if he wasn't hungry, he still wanted to have a taste of this dog meat. Ye Mo Han ate a piece, and the moment he opened his mouth, he could already feel tens of different flavors emerging from his mouth. Ye Mo Han ate a piece, and the instant he ate a piece, he could already feel dozens of flavors emerging from his mouth. Even the bowls that held meat were filled with cracks. However, who would have thought that such a shop would be so tasty?

After taking a mouthful of meat, when Ye Mo Han was about to pour the wine, Zhu Xingtong stopped him and said, "Drinking this Sweet 'n' Sour Wine directly would be a waste."

"Then how do we drink?" Ye Wen Han had already opened the jar of wine, and the rich aroma of the wine instantly assaulted his nostrils. The aroma of the wine even carried a slight chill.

At this time, the shopkeeper came back with a container and a large block of ice. Under the container was a small stove. Both were made of bronze, and its appearance was exquisite. It looked old yet had good taste.

After the stove was set up, the shopkeeper took a hammer and slowly hammered the ice into small chunks the size of a fingernail. He then placed the container inside the bronze stove and poured the contents into a small jar of wine. A jug of wine was just full, overflowing.

Ye Mo Han looked at the shopkeeper, puzzled. Could it be that this person wanted to use ice to heat up the wine?

Sure enough, the shopkeeper lit the fire with ice. He saw the blue flames in the stove jumping and roasting the wine container.

This ice is made from wine, but the strange thing is that this Ice Burn Drunken Immortal Wine is not only unable to heat up, it is even colder. Zhu Xingtong looked at the shopkeeper behind the counter, his eyes filled with admiration.

Ye Mo Han was even more curious about this wine. At the same time, he knew that the shopkeeper here was definitely not an ordinary person.

The ice burned quickly, but Ye Han felt as if he had been waiting for a very long time. He watched Zhu Xingtong scoop up a small bowl of wine and pour it directly into her mouth. Following his example, he scooped up a bowl and drank it all in one gulp. It was truly abnormally cold. As for this coldness, it was not simply cold. Rather, it contained a power that caused one to be unable to stop.

Wine that was attractive enough to be drunk the first time was the real good wine.

The dog meat was warm, but the alcohol was ice-cold. Every time it warmed up or cooled down, it made people feel extremely comfortable. Ye Mo Han had eaten more than half of the dog meat and drank more than ten bowls of wine. The warmth in his body was quickly covered up by the cold and the alcohol. As if wandering in warm sea water in the sun, limbs get very good stretching and rest. However, Ye Wen's mind was still abnormally clear. It could even be said that he was much more spirited than before drinking.

"It really is a good wine." Ye Wen praised.

Zhu Xingtong was also a bit drunk, but she still lowered her voice and said to Ye Mo Han, "This wine was used by the previous emperor. Ordinary people wouldn't have the chance to drink it."

"Imperial wine?" Over a hundred years after the destruction of the previous dynasty, the traces of an empire had been wiped clean. He did not expect to find the previous emperor drinking wine in a remote alley in the Wise Sun City. The changes in the world were truly unimaginable. This made Ye Mo Han think of a poem: In the old days, Wang Xie was a great bird that flew into the house of ordinary people.

Zhu Xingtong pretended to make Ye Wen lower his voice. He glanced at the shopkeeper again, then continued in a low voice, "This shopkeeper's ancestors were people who only made wine in the palace. Later, when the world was in chaos, the whole family was roaming in the wild and had fallen to this stage. However, the secret art of the Drunken Immortal Wine was passed on to this day."

Ye Chanhan glanced at the shopkeeper. He was about forty years old, had a slight beard, and his thin figure made him look like a scholar who had fallen into the underworld. The manager was looking outside the door with rapt attention, but it was unknown what he was thinking. Ye Mo Han also whispered, "Just this wine alone can allow him to live a prosperous life. Is there a reason for him to live in seclusion here?"

"You don't think you can make money selling wine here?" Zhu Xingtong was all smiles.

"You can earn money?" Ye Mo Han glanced at the shopkeeper again. His clothes were old and worn out. If it wasn't for the fact that he had washed them cleanly, he might have been treated like a beggar.

Zhu Xingtong was a bit suspicious and said, "Do you know why there are two of us here?"

Ye Mo Han had already thought about this question for a long time. He thought that this place was too remote and old, and not many people would be willing to come here. However, after drinking the Drunken Immortal Wine, Ye Mo Han rejected this idea. With Zhu Xingtong's question, everyone understood that he had arranged all of this beforehand. Then, they smiled and said, "It seems that you didn't bring me here just to welcome me." He thought to himself, just what is Zhu Xingtong planning to do? Is this shopkeeper also a martial arts expert that concealed his strength?

I thought that you would arrive tomorrow and Lord Fang had me accompany you throughout the entire journey. I didn't dare disobey the orders from the higher-ups, but since you arrived a day earlier, I could only bring you along when you were on private matters. Zhu Xingtong then asked the shopkeeper for another jar of wine, and the shopkeeper took his time to bring it over. Zhu Xingtong poured it into the container and respectfully said to the shopkeeper, "Mister Xiu, can I trouble you to take care of a personal matter first? I'll have to trouble you to give me a few questions."

The shopkeeper nodded, turned around, and muttered, "The Xiu Family collects money and does things according to their customer's instructions."

"Thank you, Mister Xiu."

Zhu Xingtong's actions made Ye Mo Han unable to understand. At the same time, Ye Xinghan's curiosity towards the shopkeeper had also grown. He didn't care about Zhu Xingtong's personal matters at all. What he really wanted to know was what problem Zhu Xingtong needed this shopkeeper to point out.