In 1689, the twenty-eighth year of Kangxi's reign, a baby was born in a small village in the south of the Yangtze River. The baby cried very softly. Perhaps it was because the family was in poverty and the baby was abandoned on the official road near the mountains and forests.

Until he was seen by a middle-aged man wearing a linen cloth and picked up in the mountains. The child gradually grew up and began to learn martial arts from the middle-aged man. He showed his amazing talent. In the year of his crowning, he had inherited the

The knowledge and martial arts of a young man.

Able to enter deep forests, slay wolves, fight fierce tigers, and conquer giant bears.

Able to go to the battlefield, arrange troops in formation, kill generals in front of the formation, and capture the flag with one arrow.

He made great achievements, but at the age of thirty, he resigned from the army, took off his armor, returned to the mountain, and took over the inheritance of the mountain guard from the man.

From then on, he stayed with the mountains and learned various skills.

On the basis of his predecessors, he found a unique way, worked with the machine, and became successful, forming his own line. He left an amazing book of woodcraft, recording his own machine skills and passing it on to future generations.

He likes to delve into the art of wine, Chajue, and medicine. The art of wine may be integrated into a family. He likes to prepare medicinal wine and pour and drink it by himself.

Wine can strengthen qi and blood and increase qi strength. It is most suitable for practicing boxing and martial arts. It can also activate the essence and blood and prolong life.

In the year of destiny, hunt tigers, lay down leopards, kill giant bears, pull out the muscles and bones, remove the heart and gallbladder, and brew a vat of "tiger, leopard and bear fetus wine", which is aged for thirty years.

In the old age, the wine is ready, and I feel satisfied when I smell the aroma of the wine.

Eight gilt porcelain altars were specially made, bottled and capped, painted with gold seals, the treasures were taken and sealed, and filled with rosin. It has been reported for a long time.

In 1786, the fifty-second year of Qianlong's reign, Zhou Qianqing left a tombstone at the age of 97. His "Wood Art of Zhou Qianqing" and an exquisite ball were passed down to future generations.

However, in the hundreds of years since then, no one has succeeded in this way!

The book "Wood Art of Zhou Qianqing" and the "Linglong Ball" were gradually passed down by the mountain guards, and were forgotten over the years.

Until today, hundreds of years later

A gust of mountain wind blew, the clouds surged, and a return wind blew in the cliff cave.

A faint scent appeared on the tip of Gu Yi's nose.

"What?" Gu Yi's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked around, but the cave was completely clean, and nothing strange could be found.

"It seems to smell like rosin." Gu Yi moved towards the cave, following the scent, trying to find the source of the smell.

"Boom!" A clear voice came from beneath his feet.

There is a partition!

Gu Yi carefully retracted his right foot, leaned down, and lightly touched the ground with his fingers. The area where he hit the ball suddenly made a crisp "dong-dong" sound.

The palms of his hands brushed the ground, sweeping away the dust that had accumulated for countless years.

The green slate, cut with knives and axes, reveals the traces of time. The ear holes and iron rings on the slate have long been rusted.

As soon as he thought about it, Gu Yi clasped the claw with his right hand, grabbed the iron ring, and pulled it up suddenly. The thin stone slab was lifted up immediately. Amidst the rippling dust, a strong pine scent hit his nose, which was a bit pungent.

The mountain breeze flowed slowly, blowing away the dust, and a touch of yellow and white appeared in Gu Yi's sight.

Under the stone slab is a large pit. In the pit are eight white porcelain treasure bottles neatly placed. The bodies are perfect, the color is bright and pure white, and the bottle mouths are sealed with hot stamping, making them round and leak-free.

What is even more surprising is that, except for these eight treasure bottles, the entire pit is filled with rosin. Over the years, the rosin has gradually condensed and turned into a solid state.

"What's in these bottles?" Although Gu Yi was a little curious, he didn't act rashly.

I stood up and looked around carefully again, only to find that there seemed to be something carved on the wall facing the entrance of the cave. It was just weathered and obscured by dust, so it wasn't that obvious.

Brush away the cobwebs and dust covering it, and you can vaguely see the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the mottled rock wall, which is like an iron painting and a silver hook.

"It's actually wine! It's been hundreds of years, I wonder if I can still drink it?"

The owner of the handwriting on the wall is none other than Zhou Qianqing, telling a microcosm of his life, like a story between an aging old man and his younger generation. I feel between the lines that when the words were written, even though Zhou Qianqing was already in his twilight years, there seemed to be no trace of decadence. With twilight.

Full of open-mindedness, enthusiasm for life, and unbridled thoughts, he still runs wildly in his mind.

Enjoy life without fear of death.

Showing off his wisdom and creativity in the wine industry with his juniors.

At the same time, it also introduced the real functions of the eight porcelain jars. The eight porcelain jars contained his masterpiece in his later years, "Tiger Leopard Bear Fetus Wine".

It is made from tiger and leopard sinews and bear bile, and after decades of aging, the essence is extracted and the dross is removed, and then sealed in a porcelain bottle. The mouth of the bottle is sealed with gold to ensure its airtightness.

It was specially stored in this cliff cave and filled with rosin to isolate it from the outside world. The cave is always dry and shaded, which can ensure that the wine will not spoil for hundreds of years.

"The wine was made more than two hundred years ago. I don't know if this ancestor's idea is reliable." Gu Yi muttered while peeling the rosin.

So far, the oldest preserved wine discovered in China, ‘Daoguang Erwu’, is only 165 years old and is listed as a national treasure.

Now, if the tiger leopard bear fetus wine left by his ancestor is as good as he imagined, then it would be sixty or seventy years older than that light, magnifying how much of a sensation it would cause to the outside world. , attracted many people who love wine to flock to it and spend a lot of money.

The sun was setting in the west and the stars were twinkling. When Gu Yi dug out the first porcelain bottle, the sky had already turned dark.

He stretched out his hand to pull down the firewood tied on the cliff, and lit up the fire in the cave, bringing light and heat.

The wind was strong at the entrance of the cave, so Gu Yi picked up some gravel and made a circle closer to the inside to prevent wind and sparks from flying around. He threw some rosin into the firewood and the fire became very bright.

I spread some herbs to repel snakes and insects at the entrance of the cave to prevent anything from coming in through the light of the fire.

Putting the porcelain bottle beside him, Gu Yi sat down against the wall. This was probably the only way he could spend the night.

This was also the first time for Gu Yi to truly spend the night in the deep mountains and old forests, and he maintained awe and vigilance in his heart.

Gu Yi only dug out one porcelain vase, and Gu Yi didn't plan to touch the rest for the time being.

If it is true, this wine can be regarded as wealth. The longer it is stored, the more valuable it will be. A jar of medicinal wine will be enough for him to use for a long time. If you leave it here, you can come back and get it again at any time.

If it fails, all the digging will be in vain, so it is better to save some effort.

It was extremely quiet late at night in the mountains, with the bright moon hanging high and a few floating clouds.

Between the cliffs, the clouds and mist began to roll, creating layers of waves, just like a fairyland.

The night was extremely cold, so Gu Yi took a few mouthfuls of monkey wine and stood at the entrance of the cave for a while to admire the rare moonlight and mountain scenery.

The odor of wine rose, dispersing the slight chill.

Returning to the campfire and sitting down, Gu Yi added firewood while holding the porcelain bottle beside him and observing it.

The glaze on the bottles is very correct, and the shape is also very elegant. They were obviously made by people at that time. Just looking at the age and workmanship, these eight porcelain bottles are already valuable antiques.

Each bottle can hold about twenty or thirty kilograms of wine. Shake the bottle slightly, and there will be a sound of liquid sloshing inside the bottle. The gold seal on the mouth of the bottle is still full, and there is no damage at all.

Gu Yi planned to take it home and open it for verification. Opening it here would make it more difficult to go down the mountain.

The night gradually deepened, and Gu Yi remained half asleep and half awake, sometimes adding more firewood to the fire, sometimes closing his eyes for a short while.

"Ouch!!!!" In the middle of the night, an extremely loud howl sounded in the forest and echoed throughout the valley.

Gu Yi also woke up suddenly and listened quietly.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning hit the mountains, Gu Yi woke up leisurely. After a night of poor water quality, Gu Yi was still energetic.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, at your feet, in front of you, and above your head, there are rolling clouds, covered with rays of light, emitting colorful brilliance.

It wasn't until the sun gradually rose and dispersed a little bit of fog that the distant mountains gradually became visible again.
Chapter completed!