ere not greatly affected, chose self-preservation as their first priority instead of rescuing their low-ranking fellow cultivators. Their reactions were similar to those of the broad-faced middle-aged...Of course, the reputation was only among ordinary mortals. Occasionally, there were also a very small number of fallen immortals who came here to obtain one or two altars of good wine. Wine fragrance is not afraid of deep alleys. Over time, although this wine shop looked dilapidated, it had gained a certain reputation among the nearby neighbors.

“Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu, someone's come to buy wine!” At this time, a girl of six or seven years old, dressed plainly and wrapped in a thick cotton coat, excitedly crossed the threshold of the liquor shop. Two boys of a similar age followed closely behind, bouncing on their heels. They were children from nearby houses in the alley. Together, they shouted, "Uncle Hu!"

Meanwhile, a few tall men in official robes rode their horses through the snow from afar. Behind them, a carriage pulled by horses was laden with wine jars secured with wicker baskets.

“East, quickly bring out all the good wine from your home. This time we’ll clean out your entire stock.” The few people present were town officials, and among them was Yuan Buqai, a regular at the brewery. From a distance away, he yelled with his voice hoarse with alcohol.

"Today's batch of liquor is sold out, so we have to brew more. Come back when the next batch is ready." A lazy voice, punctuated by burps, echoed from within the distillery.

"Could it be that your wine shop has absolutely no stock" The head catcher, Wang, frowned and said.

"The one-armed man is a drunkard himself, and the liquor he brews is actually quite good. Besides what he sells, most of it goes into his own belly. Plus, he's lazy and has been holed up here for years. There's rarely any stock left in his distillery," Yuan the constable explained. "How about we come back another time"

“That won’t do. The county magistrate is hosting a banquet for all the guests, and even the wine and drinks are categorized into tiers. I heard that this one-armed man has some talent for brewing, so they invited him to brew alcohol for the magistrate. The magistrate wouldn’t cheat him out of his due.” Wang, the Head Constable said, “Since you know this person, why don’t you go invite him”

"Well, this is," Yuan the constable muttered under his breath. That one-armed eastern fellow was notorious for being lazy.

“One-Armed Man, County Magistrate requests your presence. Come out at once!” Captain Wang dismounted and strode into the tavern.

"Your Excellency, what could a lowly drunkard like me possibly do for you"

Inside, a figure was slightly thin. He wore a gray wolfskin coat, of average height but a bit taller. His eyes held a hazy, intoxicated look. He had a beard, one or two inches long, that hadn't been trimmed in a while. This man hiccuped and his right arm was bare.

Wang, the constable, thought to himself with a touch of regret. This man had a fine physique and was clearly skilled in martial arts. Although Wang had never seen him fight personally, just moving around those large vats, barrels, and water used in brewing liquor would be impossible for someone physically weak. And this man only had one arm!

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Uncle Hu was a lazybones, sleeping until now before waking up. The little girl with delicate features and rosy cheeks just now held onto Uncle Hu’s one-armed thigh, who reeked of alcohol, and said affectionately.

"Be a good girl, Jojo, let Uncle kiss you," the one-armed bearded man leaned down, with his single arm he lifted up the doll named Jojo and pretended to kiss her.

Joelle blocked One-Armed Huzi's neck with her arm and laughed, tilting her body backward, "Uncle Huzi's beard is prickly, Joelle doesn't want you to kiss her."

“One-armed man, Yuan the Head Catch's patience outside isn't good. Go out and appease him quickly.”

Wang the Constable had come to this place to drink a few times, once familiar, twice intimate. Over time, he became acquainted with One-Armed Hu Zi as well. He glanced sideways at Yuan the Constable, whose face did not look good.

"It's just brewing, all I can do is this clumsy work. Brewing is fine, but I have to bring along Qiaoer." The one-armed man nodded in agreement. In this area of a few hundred miles, for ordinary people, the county magistrate was heaven. The one-armed man naturally wouldn't be so foolish.

"Good, good, just agree to it." Wang Buju released a sigh of relief.

"There are still some candies in the house, go find them yourselves. Don't turn this place upside down, or I'll spank all of you when I get back." The one-armed man said to the several snotty-nosed kids as he went out the door.

“Thank you, Uncle Whiskers. Time to go find some food!” Several kids with missing teeth and runny noses roared as they dashed toward Uncle Whiskers’ home.

"Little brat." Joelle hung on One-Armed Whiskers's back, her mouth turned down in a disapproving pout. Her voice was surprisingly mature for such a young girl.

The clip-clop of hooves echoed on the street. Joelle sat in the carriage, feeling Uncle Whiskers' normally not very sturdy body was like bronze cast iron, sitting in the carriage without even a budge.

One-armed Hu Zi sat like an old monk in meditation, only the group of arresters who led him weren't heading to the door of the County Magistrate. Instead, they were going to the Changning Royal Manor where he lived.

With a glint in his one eye, the One-Armed Man said to Yuan, "Yuan Headman, weren't we going to see the County Magistrate Why are we at the Prince Regent's Mansion"

Curiosity killed the cat, don't ask what you shouldn't know." Yuan Bu Tou grinned grimly. Wang Bu Kuai felt a chill in his heart and didn't dare to ask another word.

Along a winding stream, the group stopped at a small grove near a pavilion. Yuan, the head catcher, spoke in a frigid tone, "One-armed Lao, stay here quietly and don't move, or you'll be responsible for the consequences."

Having said that, several guards mounted their horses and quickly left. At this time, a young man with a somewhat alluring face walked out from the small grove. It can be said to be alluring because this young man had a few feminine qualities in his appearance, lacking any masculine air.

“Hiding in the woods is subtle, but hiding in plain sight is even more so. I never expected that a master brewer of spiritual wine would come to our Red Fish Town. I wonder how you introduce yourself” The young man in blue clothes held a flower and gently stroked his hair as he walked out of the forest. He spoke softly.

Accompanying this young man was a graceful young woman, with rosy lips and teeth, and eyes like autumn water.

“How did you figure it out” the one-armed, bearded man said calmly, showing no surprise at being recognized.

"Qingzhu brew, this is the favorite drink of my Qingyi snake clan. It's true that Qingzhu brew is easy to make, but a good one is hard to find in this Nanyun region. You actually mixed it with ordinary water and sell it as common fare Such a waste!"

The young man in blue shifted his fingers, a flash of white light passing by. A triangular-headed green snake, with wings sprouting from its back and about a foot long, slithered from the wide sleeves of his robes to the palm of his hand.

Joer, a little girl of just a few years old, screamed and scurried into the one-armed man's arms upon seeing the sinister green-winged serpent.

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The Azure Serpent, catching a whiff of Joelle's scent, suddenly seemed to stir with agitation. It let out a shrill cry and reared up as if about to pounce forward.

“A Qingyi Spirit Serpent No wonder. Keep this beast of yours well, or else don't blame me for slaughtering it and making serpent soup. Looking at you, you should be from the Changning County Prince's Mansion, a decent upbringing, but your eyesight is truly terrible. A mere Qi Refining junior dares to be so bold in front of me, truly audacious.”

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With a cold snort, the one-armed man with a beard held Qiao'er in his arms and with a flick of his finger, shot out a jet of sword-shaped energy, striking the Azure Winged Serpent in its abdomen. The Azure Winged Serpent cried out in pain, looking fearfully at the one-armed man before it. Its previous menacing aura was gone, replaced by immense terror as it continuously retreated backward.

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