I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"Mayor, don't get me wrong. I'm doing this for your own good. You don't know that the wine is very strong. Last time, the idiot drank just a little and passed away."

Song Laizi hastily explained with an apologetic smile.

"Then why are you alright??"

Bu Fan glanced at the porcelain bowl on the table. There might not even be a small cup of wine in the bowl.

Those who didn't know thought he couldn't afford it.

"The old man said that my body is different from ordinary people, and other people will get drunk when they drink, but I'm fine after drinking, and I can still keep fit!"

Song Laizi patted his chest, looking like I am very strong.

"Then I want to ask you, why is your body different from ordinary people?" Bu Fan asked calmly.

"It's because the mayor, you taught me martial arts and gave me the prescriptions to strengthen my body!" Song Laizi replied without thinking.

"Then why can you drink but I can't?" Bu Fan asked again.

"It seems right!" Song Laizi froze, as if he had been entangled.

"Then why are you talking nonsense, fill it up for me quickly, who will drink enough with your little wine?" Bu Fan said angrily.

"Mayor, I just reminded you. If you are really drunk, don't blame me for not reminding you!" Song Laizi hurriedly filled Bu Fan's porcelain bowl.

"Do not worry!"

Bu Fan waved his hand, picked up the porcelain bowl on the table and sniffed, the faint aroma of wine lingered on the tip of his nose, and countless names of spiritual herbs suddenly appeared in his mind, and the minimum age of these spiritual herbs was no less than 1000 years old.

"Really good wine!"

Bu Fan couldn't help but nodded, and drank the wine in the porcelain bowl in one gulp.

Song Laizi was stunned by this scene.

One must know that last time the idiot only drank half a cup and slept all night. The mayor drank so much, wouldn't he be drunk and pass out?

"Mayor, are you okay?"

Song Laizi stared at Bu Fan carefully, and asked in a low voice.

"What can I do! However, the old gentleman's wine is really good!"

Bu Fan couldn't help but praise.

Even if he drank this wine, he could only feel a surge of aura swimming in his body, nourishing the meridians and blood everywhere.

I think this wine has the effect of increasing the body.

"It's fine!"

Song Laizi scratched his head, muttering to himself, could the mayor have the same physique as him!

"It's just that I think this wine still lacks some ingredients. If it is added, the effect may be better!"

Although Bu Fan had never brewed wine, the wordless alchemy book he practiced not only included alchemy, but also potions.

The so-called potion, as the name suggests, is to make various spirit herbs into liquids, not pills, and its purpose is to wash the body by external application.

Of course, these potions can also be taken.

Although potions are still different from wine, they also have the same effect, they are all made from spirit herbs.

As for the old beggar's wine, although it is good, it still lacks some spirit herbs in his opinion. If these spirit herbs are added, the effect of this wine will be increased several times.

"Mayor, do you know how to make wine?" Song Laizi was a little taken aback.

"No!" Bu Fan shook his head.

Song Laizi: "..."

If someone else said this, he would definitely slap him in the face, and then say something, you won't beep.

But if it was the mayor, even if you gave him a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare.

Plus, he trusts the mayor 100%.

You must know that in today's corner town, there is no one who supports Bu Fan more than Song Laizi, as long as anyone dares to say a bad word about Bu Fan, he will bite.

"The mayor, what do you think is missing in this wine?" Song Laizi couldn't help asking curiously.

"You don't even know!" Bu Fan didn't bother to say, "If there's any wine left, fill it up!"

"okay!"

Song Laizi immediately filled Bu Fan with wine.

"Mayor, just listen to it. Even the old gentleman didn't notice what was missing from the wine. The mayor knew as soon as he drank it, which means that the mayor is better than that old gentleman!"

"Stop flattering me!"

Bu Fan shook his head.

In fact, the spiritual grass in this wine is quite well matched, but this is someone who has some attainments in alchemy, and for a celestial alchemist like him, it is still not good enough.

"I, Song Laizi, seldom praise people. Who in the town doesn't know how powerful the mayor is!" Song Laizi put on a flattering face.

Bu Fan laughed and shook his head, without saying anything, picked up the wine bowl and drank it in one gulp.

However, drinking wine like the old beggar gave him the idea of ​​making his own wine.

Anyway, there is no shortage of hundreds of thousand years of spiritual grass in Tianyan space, enough for him to toss about.

Later, Song Laizi wanted to ask the old beggar what was missing in his wine, but Bu Fan still didn't tell Song Laizi.

It's not that he doesn't want to tell Song Laizi, but he can't.

Who knows if Song Laizi will open his mouth and tell the old beggar about the lack of spiritual herbs in the wine.

And since the old beggar can brew this wine, it shows that the old beggar has some attainments in alchemy, as long as he knows what spiritual grass is missing, he can know whether it is useful after a deduction.

Then his identity was directly exposed.

He's not that stupid.

……

In the next few days, Bu Fan was busy with something, and that was to enter the Tianyan space to make wine. Although it was only the first time to make wine, he was still somewhat sure.

It's just a little difficult for him to brew some kind of wine with effects, is it to strengthen his body, keep in good health, or is it a wine that has an effect on cultivation?

However, these are not the key.

The key is that ordinary people can also drink it.

Therefore, this wine can't be too strong or too strong, and the effect must be good.

These are extremely difficult for any alchemist.

After all, if the wine is replaced by a elixir, it means that this elixir can not only be taken by ordinary people, but also effective for monks, which is simply impossible.

But who told Bu Fan to be free?

No, Bu Fan simply wanted to brew the wine that he dreamed of.

He is for the dream!

And the little monkey and other disciples in the Tianyan space were busy picking thousands of years of spiritual grass for Bu Fan.

In this way, time passed by little by little.

Song Laizi's home.

The old beggar was drinking wine with Song Laizi in the yard. Although Song Laizi had a certain resistance to the old beggar's wine, drinking too much would have an effect.

"How are you thinking?"

The old beggar was shaking the rocking chair, holding a wine gourd hanging by the side, looked at Song Laizi and smiled.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Laizi's face was flushed, his eyes were a little drunk, and he asked subconsciously.

"Be my disciple?"

The old beggar grinned.

"No!" Song Laizi hurriedly shook his head.

The old beggar laughed and shook his head

Others dreamed of joining his sect, but they met a different kind.

And there is only one reason for this outlier, that is, he is reluctant to bear his daughter-in-law, which is ridiculous even thinking about it.

Compared with cultivating immortals, a mere mortal woman is nothing.

"Aren't you afraid that if I leave, you won't be able to drink my good wine?"

The old beggar couldn't help but lifted the wine gourd and said with a grin.

"Immortal, don't tempt me, I won't practice with you, let alone go with you!" Song Laizi stared at the wine gourd, swallowed, but shook his head violently.

"Then you go back, this wine is for my disciples!"

The old beggar waved the wine gourd in front of Song Mangzi, and took it back suddenly, which immediately made Song Mangzi dumbfounded.