After all, Yang Zhenshan was different from him; he was idle all day while Yang Zhenshan still held a position at the court.
"Younger generation would like to consult the elder on some matters of cultivation!"
"This is the tuition!"
Yang Zhenshan took two jars of Hundred Herbs Brew from Ding Qiu and placed them on the table.
An Yuxing looked at the wine and his face immediately revealed a smile, "Sounds good, sounds good, as long as there is wine! Anytime you come is fine as long as you bring wine!"
Even though he had previously given him ten jars of Hundred Herbs Brew, as a drunkard, he would hardly complain about having too much wine.
Especially since Hundred Herbs Brew was good wine that he had tasted before, he wished Yang Zhenshan could give him more.
"Ha-ha, then I'll trouble the elder!" Yang Zhenshan laughed.
There is a saying: the master leads you to the door, but progressing in cultivation is up to the individual.
