Chapter 1921: The Shabby Old Man

bandits."You are lying."Qin ChuChu leaned against Ye Bufan's arms, pointing at the corpse of a man in black on the stretcher, and shouted: "These people weren't here to protect me at all, it was that...Ye Bufan and the other person looked up together. They saw an old man with white hair and beard, but his eyebrows, mustache, and hair were all messy and unkempt, making him look extremely disheveled.

A slovenly old man stood there, reeking of alcohol. He had a massive wine gourd strapped to his back and a large, bulbous nose that spoke volumes about his drinking habits. Anyone could tell at a glance that this was a true alcoholic.

Even so, Ye Bufan didn't dare to have the slightest bit of contempt, because this old man's cultivation was simply unfathomable, making him completely unable to see through his depths.

The slovenly old man sniffed hard again, and finally his eyes lit up as he looked at the two glasses of wine in front of him.

"Young man, what's going on here It smells so good, it's making my old stomach growl. Could you spare a sip"

After the old man finished speaking, perhaps too eager, he didn't wait for a response. He gestured with his hand and the wine cup was suddenly in his grasp. Then, he drained it in one gulp.

"Oh, what a fine wine! It's truly excellent! So delicious!"

After the old man finished speaking, he held his empty cup and couldn't help but spin in circles on the ground, his face filled with ecstasy.

Ye Bufan looked at all this, couldn't help but chuckle a little. He was the kind of person who could drink but couldn't appreciate fine liquor. Moutai and Erguotou tasted the same in his mouth; he couldn't tell the difference between good and bad.

The old man before me clearly wasn't pretending. His expression was genuine, he truly tasted the flavor of the wine.

The slovenly old man, after finishing his cup of wine, seemed to perk up considerably. He then looked intently at the glass and bottle of alcohol in front of Hu Yaoyao.

"You can't, this is from little brother."

Although Hu Yaya isn't exactly an alcoholic, she does enjoy drinking quite a bit. Most importantly, this is the alcohol given to her by Ye Bufan, so naturally, she wouldn't just give it to anyone.

After she finished speaking, she picked up her glass and drank the whole thing in one gulp, then hugged the bottle tightly to her chest.

The unkempt old man looked at the young girl with pleading eyes: "Little girl, don't be so stingy, alright Just give this old man another cup, even half a cup would do!"

"Not a drop!" Hu Yaya refused outright, "This wine was given to me by my little brother, no one is allowed to drink it."

"You little girl, you're so stingy. You won't be able to find a husband in the future."

The slovenly old man shook his head, looking disappointed. Then, as if remembering something, his eyes lit up and he looked at Ye Bufan expectantly.

"Little one, she said this wine is yours. Is there any more Could you send me a bottle or two for the old man"

"Here you go!"

Ye Bufan wasn't a stingy person either. With a wave of his hand, a bottle of Wuliangye flew over.

The slovenly old man took the bottle of liquor into his hands, and instantly felt like he'd struck gold. He was so happy, his grin couldn't contain itself.

He then popped the cork and drank the entire bottle of wine in one go.

"What a good wine, so enjoyable! I've never felt this happy in my life!"

After a bottle of alcohol, the slovenly old man not only showed no signs of drunkenness but seemed even more spirited. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have diminished as well.

"Hey, nobody drinks like that! How much can you possibly drink"

Hu Yaya seemed to be scared by the old man's drinking style, so she quickly poured a cup for herself and drank it down. She then put the remaining half bottle directly into her storage ring, afraid that the old man would take it away.

"You little miser, I told you so."

The slovenly old man looked at Ye Bufan again: "Young man, do you have more of this wine Give the old man ten or eight bottles."

Ye Bufan frowned slightly. Although he wasn't a stingy person, two strangers meeting for the first time, sending a bottle of wine was already enough; asking for more would seem greedy.

The slovenly old man seemed to have seen through his thoughts and patted his hand, saying: "Rest assured, I won't let you down for nothing."

"As long as you give me ten bottles of wine, I'll tell you where in Tianfeng City you can refine spirit weapons."

Ye Bufan's expression changed instantly. He didn't expect this old man to know his whereabouts so clearly. Could it be that he had been following him all along

Hu Yaoyao also realized this, and asked with a sullen face, "Who are you Why are you following us"

"The old man has time to drink a few more cups, where's the time to track you guys."

The slovenly old man waved his hand dismissively and said, “I was just looking at that little guy. He has already reached the early stage of physical refinement, so I couldn't help but look at him a few more times.”

"I know you've all been looking for a good blacksmith, someone who can forge spirit weapons."

Now Ye Bufan was completely shocked. He had been hiding his cultivation all along, thinking that as long as he didn't reveal it, no one would find out. Unexpectedly, this old man saw through him at a glance.

But he was only shocked, not too afraid, because the old man in front of him did not show any hostility.

And it's clear that the other party is a person with strong morals. Otherwise, with such high cultivation, they could just take the wine by force instead of negotiating with me.

He thought, and ten bottles of Wuliangye flew to the unkempt old man's face.

"Please advise me, senior!"

The old man looked at the ten bottles of wine in front of him, his eyebrows immediately lit up with joy. He reached out and grabbed one bottle, putting the rest away.

"Kid, you seem like a straightforward sort. Let old man give you some pointers."

The slovenly old man opened the bottle cap. This time, he didn't gulp it down in one go, but gently sipped a mouthful, finally with a look of contentment on his face.

"Twenty miles west of the Tianfeng City there is a village called Niu Zhuang. At the east end of the village, there is an ironsmith's shop. If you want to forge spiritual artifacts, go there and find the one-eyed ironsmith. In the entire Tianfeng Empire, only that old man can do it."

"What Are you kidding me You're asking us to find a blacksmith when Little Brother is going to refine spiritual weapons!"

Hu Yaya's face was full of indignation, obviously not believing what the old man said.

The slovenly old man ignored him and said to Ye Bufan, "I've already said what I had to say. The one-eyed blacksmith can definitely forge spirit weapons. As for whether you have the ability to get him to forge one for you, that's none of my business."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will definitely repay you when the matter is accomplished!"

Ye Bufan didn't doubt his words at all. With this old man's cultivation level, there was no need to deceive him.

As soon as he heard there was a reward, the slovenly old man's face broke into a broad smile.

"Boy, the old man's favorite thing is what's in his cup. If you want to thank me, bring more good wine, that's all I need."

The slovenly old man finished speaking and, with a wave of his hand, snatched the half bottle of wine Hu Yaoyao had just taken out. Then he leaped out the window in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

"This old geezer dared to steal someone's drink!"

Hu YaoYao instantly became so angry that she pounded her feet and chest, and was about to chase after him when Ye Bufan pulled her back.

"Alright, the person is quite accomplished. I'll give you another bottle."

He said this and took out another bottle of Wuliangye, sending it over. Only then did Hu Yaoyao angrily sit back down.

After lunch, the two left the restaurant and, following the old man's directions, headed towards the west gate of Tianfeng City.

As expected, after walking about twenty miles, we saw a small village at the foot of the mountain in the distance. A wooden sign hung from the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, with the words "Niujang" crookedly written on it.flight speeds are a hundredfold different, completely incomparable."Not bad, I have one more way to save my life in the future."Ye Bufan was extremely satisfied in his heart. With the remodeled Jiutia...