"Make wine and drink." The sloppy man chuckled and shook the wine gourd on his waist.

Middle-aged deacon: "..."

That's a sixth-grade elixir, or a top-notch one. You always use it to make wine and drink it?

Although he felt helpless, he had nothing to do with this uncle, so he had to say: "What if uncle loses?"

"Hehe, if I lose, I have some there, you..."

While the two were talking, a stream of light from outside suddenly came in. A closer look revealed that it was Ye Mu who had just left, and now he came back.

Seeing Ye Mu's figure, the slovenly man immediately stopped talking.

The middle-aged deacon frowned and said, "What else do you want?"

The tone was a little cold and a little impatient.

Ye Mu was a little dazed. He didn't seem to have offended the deacon, right? Why did the other party have such an attitude?

Although he was puzzled, Ye Mu didn't say much, but asked: "Is there any instructor who practices vertical sword skills?"

"Yes." The middle-aged deacon flipped through the jade book and said.

"Do you have any recommendations?" Ye Mu asked with joy in his heart.

"Well, there is an elder from the sect who practices this spiritual technique. The tuition fee is relatively high, but the effect is also the best." said the middle-aged deacon.

"How much per day?" Ye Mu asked.

"Eighty spirit coins a day."

Ye Mu's face changed slightly, and he struggled for a while. The price is really outrageous.
Chapter completed!