There is a tavern in Baojia Lane in Furong City.
Although the tavern is not big, the aroma of wine emanating from it fills the entire alley.
Whenever he passed through Furong City, Sword Saint Xing Ziru would come to this tavern to have a few drinks, and this time was no exception.
Inside the tavern, the shopkeeper had fallen asleep on the table. If he hadn't seen that Xing Ziru was a regular customer, he would have closed the restaurant long ago.
Outside the wine shop was a grove of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, with a few horses tied up on the ground. Although it was still a little short of the osmanthus season, the forest was already filled with the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, which blended with the aroma of the Zhuyeqing wine, making it so rich that it was intoxicating.
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