An invitation to a fellow Daoist

After learning that there was no so-called master in White Stone Town, Fang Zelin left White Stone Town the next day.

In White Stone Town, quite a few people are still staying.

The strange fog that suddenly appeared yesterday led many people to believe that someone had seen that master.

Therefore, many people immediately perked up, feeling that they could find that master.

"Next, shall we go and take a look at Yuanqing Prefecture?"

Fang Zelin walked along the official road, took out a map, looked at it, and began to decide on his next plan.

According to Fang Zelin's own thinking, it was about time to go and take a look at Yuanqing Prefecture.

When leaving Yingping Peak, Fang Zelin planned to travel around the Jiangnan.

By now, he had basically seen the Jiangnan area and had also visited White Stone Town.

Next, we can go and take a look at Yuanqing Prefecture.

If it's on the way, it shouldn't take much time.

The area around Yingzhou is relatively free from storms.

As Fang Zelin walked along the official road, the leaves on the trees along the way had mostly withered and fallen.

After spending half a month, Fang Zelin arrived at Jiangxing Prefecture.

From here, after passing Jiangxing Prefecture, you will arrive at Yuanqing Prefecture.

Fang Zelin also showed a slight sense of relief at this moment.

The way we just walked was quite a journey through the middle of nowhere.

After more than ten days of traveling and sleeping in the open, we finally arrived at Jiangxing Prefecture.

After entering the city, Fang Zelin immediately found an inn. He didn't even ask for food first, but instead asked the waiter to prepare a superior room.

After preparing hot water, Fang Zelin took a shower.

After changing into clean clothes, Fang Zelin felt much refreshed.

"Waiter, do you have any fine wines in your shop?"

Fang Zelin sat down in the shop, thought for a moment, and then asked a question.

He was thinking of that family Qinlan City, where he had brewed his own daughter's red wine.

At the time, I genuinely felt that the Daughter's Red wine was quite delicious.

"Oh, sir, you've come to the right person! Our shop has a century-old secret recipe, our signature dish, Passing the Spring Shade. Would you like to try it?"

"Passing the Spring Shade? Why would you choose such a name?"

Fang Zelin was surprised to hear this and subconsciously asked a question.

"Because this wine is mellow, with a pure and refreshing taste upon entry and an endless aftertaste, only by taking a sip of this wine can one truly feel that the spring sunshine has not been wasted."

The waiter replied with a cheerful smile.

There's also this saying.

Upon hearing this description, Fang Zelin immediately perked up.

"Then, bring me a pot."

"Alright, please wait a moment, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately went to prepare the fine wine.

Before he had gone far, Fang Zelin quickly called out to him, "Wait, come back."

"We haven't ordered yet."

As he spoke, he glanced at the menu and suddenly paused, "You have beef here?"

"Ah, this ox, it fell to its death."

The waiter had already heard these questions before, so he replied as soon as he heard them.

He died from a fall?

Fang Zelin was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention and immediately ordered a plate of beef.

"By the way, how much is a pot of your Passing the Spring Shade?"

After ordering, Fang Zelin suddenly asked a question.

"Only thirteen taels of silver are needed."

"What? Thirteen taels of silver?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin immediately calculated how much silver he had left.

When he left, he had more than forty taels of silver.

Fang Zelin thought that although forty-odd taels of silver wasn't much, it should be enough to support him for a long time.

Therefore, there was little restraint on the road.

Sometimes when I encounter poor families on the road, I think about helping them if I can.

As a result, the silver in Fang Zelin's hand immediately flowed out in a rush.

Right now, he only has thirty taels of silver left.

At this moment, Fang Zelin hesitated.

This wine is really too expensive.

"Money is just an external thing, waiter, don't try to cheat me."

Fang Zelin thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said.

The wine the other party had described was indeed too tempting, so Fang Zelin decided to accept it.

Upon hearing this, the waiter quickly smiled ingratiatingly, "Sir, you are too kind. This wine will certainly satisfy you."

After speaking, seeing that Fang Zelin had no other arrangements, she left for the kitchen.

Fang Zelin waited a moment, and then the waiter brought over a tray with fine wine and dishes.

Fang Zelin didn't pay much attention to the beef and other items beside him, but instead picked up a pot of wine in front of him first.

When Fang Zelin opened it, he smelled a rich fragrance.

"It smells so good!"

Fang Zelin smelled the alcohol and was somewhat surprised.

I must say, the aroma of this wine is truly extraordinary; I wonder how they brewed it.

Please enjoy your meal, sir.

Seeing the slight surprise on Fang Zelin's face, the waiter immediately retreated with a beaming smile.

Every diner who comes here displays this expression after smelling the aroma of the wine.

He'd seen it many times, but he was still happy every time he saw it.

Fang Zelin gently poured a glass of fine wine into it, and the wine in the small glass began to ripple slightly.

The aroma of the fine wine immediately filled the air, causing many diners to frequently turn their heads to look at Fang Zelin.

Fang Zelin picked up the glass, took a small sip, and then closed his eyes slightly to savor the taste of the drink.

After a long pause, Fang Zelin picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

After savoring the wine with his eyes closed for a moment, Fang Zelin finally opened them and exclaimed, "Excellent wine!"

The other diners had already seen Fang Zelin enjoying the Passing the Spring Shade earlier.

Seeing the other person savoring it so skillfully, he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to indulge.

Judging from Fang Zelin's appearance, he didn't seem like a shill, and the aroma of the wine was indeed very enticing.

At this moment, everyone's stomachs were rumbling with hunger.

"Huh?"

Fang Zelin raised his hand and poured himself a second cup of Passing the Spring Shade.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a Daoist-looking person appear downstairs.

The man, dressed as a Daoist priest and appearing to be in his thirties, was staring intently at the restaurant, seemingly drawn by the aroma of the wine.

What caught Fang Zelin's attention, however, was a brocade pouch at the waist of the other person.

Fang Zelin sensed a slight fluctuation of Spiritual Power from the brocade pouch.

"Fellow traveler?"

Fang Zelin was taken aback at first, but then his heart leaped with joy.

It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

I couldn't sense any Spiritual Power fluctuations from this fellow Daoist, but the little bit of Spiritual Power in that brocade pouch was undeniable.

Fang Zelin had seen many other Daoist priests in other places before, but this person was different.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin immediately got up, went to the railing, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the area below.

"Fellow Daoist, would you mind coming up for a chat?"

Fang Zelin stared intently at the Daoist priest below, a hint of joy in his eyes.