The early morning air is fresh and pleasant.

Early in the morning, Lin Jun walked up the mountain with two bottles of newly brewed Baozhutian wine and two bottles of newly brewed Baccaratum.

I haven't been to see the old man for a long time, and I don't know how old man will be angry this time.

However, after all, I have been a master and have the title of a master and apprentice. The old man can't be too ruthless, right?

When Lin Jun carried his things up the mountain and pushed open the gate of the cottage where the old man was, he saw the familiar figure at a glance.

That's right, it's the old man, who is still dressed so badly, and he is still in that green robe that has not changed for thousands of years, as if the old guy has never taken a shower, has never brushed his teeth, or has never washed his face.

The old guy thought it was very leisurely because he was lying on the homemade rattan chair in the yard, shaking and shaking, very comfortable.

Seeing this, Lin Jun broke in with a smile.

"Master."

I don’t know if the old man is old or deliberately pretending not to hear it, but he ignored Lin Jun anyway.

As he approached, Lin Jun shouted with a flattering look on his face: "Master, I'm here to see you."

Still no response.

So Lin Jun knew that this old guy was intentionally, angry, and deliberately ignored him.

So Lin Jun could only smile helplessly, put four bottles of wine on the stone table next to the old man's rattan chair, and walked around the old man's back and began to massage the old man.

The old man did not refuse, and still lay leisurely on the rattan chair, slowly closing his eyes.

After helping the old man with great care, Lin Jun smiled embarrassedly: "I know I haven't come for so long, it's not right. I'm not studying the latest things."

The old man still didn't say anything.

In desperation, Lin Jun had to give up and continue to show his attention, but turned his eyes and turned back to the stone table.

While smiling at the old man lying on the rattan chair, he opened the bottle cap containing Baozhutian wine.

Then, he smiled a little, slowly fanned the mouth of the wine oak with his hands, and fanned the fragrance of Baozhutian wine and wine that was emitted in the direction where the old man was.

Suddenly, the old man who was lying on the rattan chair the previous second, sat up suddenly.

Then, his nose smelled like a dog, and then, as if seduced by the fragrance of wine, stood up with an intoxication and put his body in front of Lin Jun.

When Lin Jun saw it, he felt very happy.

Damn, old guy, I know that only this can calm you down, and only this can seduce you.

But before Lin Jun could fantasize enough, he suddenly found that his hands were empty. When he looked up, he found that the Baozhutian wine in his hand had been snatched away by the old man and had a long distance from him.

The old man looked intoxicated and smelled the bottle containing Baozhutian wine again and again. After a while, he nodded with satisfaction: "This taste is so unique, so unique."

Without disturbing the old man's fantasy alone, Lin Jun turned around and sat down on the old man's rattan chair, and at the same time picked up an ancient book on the stone table.

After looking through the page, Lin Jun couldn't help but be stunned: "Huangdi Neijing?"

"Good wine, good wine, hahahaha..."

This sudden scream made Lin Jun startle.

After suddenly turning his head, Lin Jun was shocked to find that the old man was dancing in the yard as if he was injected with chicken blood, and his moves were very strange, as if he was hitting a drunken fist, or like other kung fu.

But although the old man looked crazy, his moves were very exquisite. You could tell at a glance that he was a martial arts master with unique skills.

"Good wine." The old man beat him back and forth, then raised his head and poured the Baozhutian wine from the bottle into his mouth.

Seeing him drinking like this, Lin Jun himself felt so distressed.

Old man, don’t waste good things, that took your apprentice several days to brew.

Under Lin Jun's gaze, the old man played a few more tricks until he finished drinking the entire bottle of Baozhutian wine, and then threw out the empty bottle.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou frost moon bright..."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor..."

Looking at the old man chanting poems in a loud voice while playing a very exquisite set of palm techniques, Lin Jun was stunned.

"Put the roast to Zhu Hai, hold a cup to persuade Hou Ying..."

When I read this sentence, the old man suddenly flew into the air and appeared in front of a dog head stone with an extremely beautiful bounce.

This scene was completely stunned by Lin Jun. For him, the old man was not drunk at all, but was excited, showing his true strength, and this was completely the style of a master in martial arts TV series.

"Three cups of snort, the five mountains are lighter..."

With a roar, the old man suddenly hit the Dog Head Stone with a palm. With a muffled bang, the Dog Head Stone instantly shattered into countless half, and at the same time, it was accompanied by gravel flying across and dust filled with dust.

Seeing this, Lin Jun was so surprised that he widened his eyes and stood up with a huff, looking at the old man who was still chanting poems and boxing, as if he was watching an old devil.

Damn, the old man is not a human, he must be a mountain monster in this mountain, or an old god who peeked at the Queen Mother taking a bath and was sent off from the world.

This guy has a very exquisite palm technique, his body is as light as a swallow, and his speed is unimaginable. Moreover, his speed moves closely with the speed of his chanting poems, and he has completely looked like a martial arts overlord.

Under Lin Jun's gaze, when the old man finished reading a poem, he finished his palm technique. He stood not far away, with one hand on his back, looking out the gate of the yard, with a long gown floating, and he really looked like a martial arts master with unique skills.

After being stunned for a while, Lin Jun rushed forward with an excited look on his face and asked hurriedly: "Master, what skill did you use just now."

"Can you understand?" the old man turned his head slightly and looked at Lin Jun and asked.

"Uh, I can't understand." Lin Jun grabbed his head and said honestly: "I just saw it like a master in a martial arts TV series."

The old man suddenly twisted his beard and raised his head and laughed.

Damn, show off, old man, you can show off, but before you show off, can you let my apprentice learn a few tricks?

After thinking about it, Lin Jun smiled again and leaned closer and said, "Master, do you have to teach me one move and a half-stage?"

"Do you have time?" The old man glanced at Lin Jun again.

"Well, what time will it take?" Lin Jun asked in confusion: "You just throw away your apprentice's basic martial arts secrets and internal skills. Isn't that enough?"

Bang...

Lin Jun was hit by a burst of grain on his head, and he immediately covered his head with his hands.

The old man gave him a blank look, turned around with his hands behind his back, and said as he walked: "Practicing martial arts requires calmness. If the mind is not calm, the soul will be unstable. If the soul is not stable, the martial arts mastery will not be able to understand it."

Lin Jun followed, muttering disappointedly: "What do you mean is that I can't learn if I don't have time?"

The old man didn't say anything, but walked back to his rattan chair and sat down.

Seeing Lin Jun approaching like a fly, he reached out and picked up a bottle of Baccarat on the table.

Lin Jun hurriedly said in pain: "You are still drinking, you're so drunk."

"Why, can't bear to bear?" the old man glared at Lin Jun and asked.

"No, no." Lin Jun waved his hand quickly.

The old man picked up the bottle of Baccarat again and looked carefully, then asked in a deep voice: "Is this aged wine?"

"Yes." Lin Jun nodded.

The old man asked again: "Did you use this wine just now?"

"Uh, yes." Lin Jun nodded again.

The old man did not open the bottle cap of Baccaratus and sighed, "It's still not enough."

"It's not enough?" Lin Jun's eyes widened.

"You have to improve it." The old man pondered: "You have to brew at least fifty years of age, and it is the true best thing to use in medicinal wine."

Fifty years?

The old man is kidding, right? It took so long to make 0-year-old wine chorizo. 50 years, that is not a double problem, it is a problem of leap in quality.

But Lin Jun also knew very well that the old man said this was to brew more of this aged wine koji. Only when the Baccarat Jue has improved and upgraded to the second level of aged wine can he do the next thing.

After pondering for a while, the old man turned his head and asked, "What was the name of the previous wine?"

"Baozhutian wine." Lin Jun answered truthfully.

"Baozhutianjiu..." The old man nodded thoughtfully: "No, it finally made me find some of the previous feelings."

Lin Jun smiled and asked, "Have you tasted the effects of this wine?"

The old man turned his head and glanced at Lin Jun, leaned back to the rattan chair, and kept silent.

Damn, you are talking, everyone knows that using human means and eating people is soft-hearted. You should also comment on me after drinking my wine? You are so useless and pretending to be pretending to be a good person. Isn't it good?

Thinking of this, Lin Jun said again: "Master, please give me some reviews of this wine."

"No," the old man closed his eyes slightly, held it in for a long time, and spit out two words.

Lin Jun: "..."

If this old guy was not a master, he had worshipped or worshipped tea, he really wanted to knock the old man on the head with a wine bottle.

MD, I have been busy in the wine cellar for many days every day, and the things I made are evaluated in these two words.

So, Lin Jun continued to ask unwillingly: "What a good method?"

"It's good, it's good." The old man continued.
To be continued...