Chapter 1561: Why is the array formation closed?

Facing the laughter and teasing of the crowd, the old alcoholic didn't get angry, still smiling foolishly, especially when he saw the shopkeeper bring the wine, the old alcoholic became even happier.

He hurriedly poured the wine into his wine gourd, took a big gulp, and murmured with enjoyment.

"Hehe, the wine is good, just too little."

Hearing this, a cultivator on the side smiled.

"Old alcoholic, this jar of wine is enough to fill your gourd. You wouldn't want to say your wine gourd is some kind of magic treasure, would you? Haha."

"Haha."

Once these words were out, there was another burst of laughter, but the old alcoholic turned a deaf ear to it, drinking the fine wine comfortably, shaking his head.

Actually, many cultivators didn't have any malice toward the old alcoholic; otherwise, they wouldn't have taken the initiative to treat him to wine.

And for the past half month, although some people didn't like the old alcoholic's habit of bragging, no one deliberately made things difficult for him.

The reason everyone laughed was entirely because life in the Iron Prison Pass was too bitter.

One had to be vigilant against Barbarian attacks at any time, and there was no place for fun inside the Iron Prison Pass; the only pleasure was drinking some wine.

In front of a group of cultivators who were used to life and death, the appearance of the old alcoholic, including the brags he told, seemed to bring a bit of fun to the many cultivators.

There were even many cultivators who, not knowing when it started, had unknowingly grown to like listening to the old alcoholic brag.

Although they knew it was all fake, it was fun to listen to, and teasing him from time to time made everyone enjoy it.

The afternoon passed quickly. At night, the old alcoholic walked out of the restaurant swaying, and some cultivators who were also preparing to leave, seeing the old alcoholic about to leave, all smiled and said.

"Hey, old alcoholic, do you want to go to my place? You sleep on the street all day like a beggar; where is the hero's appearance?"

"Haha."

"Yeah, yeah, my place is fine too."

Everyone burst into laughter again. This old alcoholic didn't have a fixed place to live in the Iron Prison Pass.

Before, a cultivator said he would give him a deserted courtyard, which could be considered a temporary foothold, but this old alcoholic was strange; in the end, he didn't want it.

He would rather have the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed than have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

This time was the same. Facing everyone's invitation, the old alcoholic waved his hand swaying, grinned, and smiled.

"Many thanks for everyone's kindness, but I'm used to making the world my home; having a home suddenly is actually uncomfortable."

"Hey, you old thing, you're not happy even with a home?"