Qin Feng handed over the tools and operational details of the liquid distillation method to Lao Li. The latter felt as if he had found a treasure, and immediately patted his chest and promised that he could come here to pick up the wine in the morning three days later.
The two said goodbye and left.
In the yard, Lao Li sat back on the stone bench, and an incredible scene happened.
The broom that had fallen on the ground stood up and began to sweep the yard.
The unhandled sorghum was constantly stripped of grains by inexplicable forces and thrown into baskets.
The wooden sticks in the cauldron began to stir on their own, and even the wine cup on the table was lifted up by someone unknown and began to pour wine.
Lao Li seemed to have thought of something, stood up, and tapped the ground with his crutch.
Near the corner of the courtyard's outer wall, dust was billowing, and the ground cracked, revealing the stone steps going down.
As you go down the stone steps, you will find a huge cellar. The space is many times larger than the courtyard!
At a glance, the candles were flickering, and there were all the memorial tablets of the deceased. Below the tablets, there were jars after jars of wine.
Lao Li's eyes were cloudy and he said with a smile: "Guys, I know a new method of brewing wine, and the wine produced is fragrant and strong.
When the time comes, I’ll give you a taste.”
The firelight flickered, but no one answered.
A sigh echoed in the cellar.
On their way back, Qin Feng and Lan Ningshuang suddenly lowered their heads and bit their lips and said, "Uncle, I blame my low strength for not being able to protect your safety."
Qin Feng smiled when he heard this: "Miss Lan has already entered the seventh level of divine martial arts and the realm of swordsmanship at such a young age. Does this mean she has low strength?
Then uncle, am I not a loser?"
"But just now."
"How old is he? Do you want to compare with him?"
Feeling that the beauty next to him was still blaming herself, Qin Feng stopped and said solemnly: "There are many kinds of Taoism in the world, among which the martial arts is the purest. It pays attention to an open-minded mind. Don't get too carried away and affect the improvement of your cultivation."
"But, if it weren't for me, I wouldn't be forced to cooperate with that person."
"Forced? Why are you so guilty? It turns out it was a misunderstanding." Qin Feng shook his head and chuckled: "I cooperated with Senior Li willingly and was definitely not forced. You don't have to blame yourself anymore.
"
"Uncle, you don't need to comfort me." Lan Ningshuang bit her lip, her face even more guilty.
Hey, this girl is also stubborn. In desperation, Qin Feng could only explain the reason: "Who do you think that senior is like?"
"Who is that person?" Lan Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, then began to analyze: "He has a hot temper, is straight-forward in doing things, is arrogant but very principled at the same time, and the scars on his body make him look like a soldier fighting on the battlefield?"
Qin Feng nodded, his eyes full of admiration: "If my guess is correct, Senior Li is not an ordinary soldier, but a person who survived the battle at Zhenling Pass eighteen years ago."
"The Battle of Zhenling Pass?" Lan Ningshuang exclaimed. This kind of battle can be said to be unknown to everyone in the Daqian Dynasty. Those who went to Zhenling Pass to die were all called "Zhenling Pass" by the people of the Southern Territory.
for a hero, but
"I'm afraid I'm mistaken. The one hundred thousand soldiers who went to Zhenling Pass have long since died in the long river of history, and no one has survived."
Qin Feng was shocked: "How could it be? I read the historical records and found that less than a hundred people returned?"
Lan Ningshuang replied: "That's true, but what I don't know is that because Garuda eats dragons all the year round, he accumulates dragon blood in his body and turns it into a curse fire. Once it is contaminated, it will be like a gangrene attached to the bone and cannot be extinguished.
The soldiers who survived that year were burned to death by Garuda's cursed fire on their way back before they could be reunited with their families, leaving no bones left.
"The History of Daqian Zhenling War" also records that less than a hundred people returned and their bodies were hidden in the wild. To this day, no one knows where the ashes of those returning soldiers were scattered."
Qin Feng opened his mouth and recalled the contents of the history books he had read in Ting Yuxuan. It did not explain what the final outcome was for the surviving soldiers. Were they really dead?
No, that's not right, where Senior Li's broken leg was, the invisible, everlasting flame that could not be seen by the naked eye was clearly Garuda's cursed fire!
But if Senior Li was really a surviving soldier from the Zhenlingguan battle, why did he disappear and hide in this small Jinyang city?
Qin Feng thought about it and couldn't figure out the reason.
Maybe, you can go to Tingyuxuan and ask that bad old man?
Qin Feng had an idea and immediately took Lan Ningshuang to Tingyuxuan.
The old man Baili shook his fan and glanced at the two of them: "Hey, you are here quite early today?" Even so, there was no surprise in the old man's words, as if he had expected it.
"Senior Baili, I have something that I don't understand." Qin Feng was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Stop it! I'm just a bad old man looking after the door. Whatever you want to know, go inside and find the answer yourself." The old man crossed his legs, looking like he was in trouble.
Lan Ningshuang frowned slightly.
I really wanted to beat up this bad old man. Qin Feng clenched his fist, but finally let go. After all, he still had someone to ask for.
"Senior, I have read almost all the books on the third floor of Yuxuan. I would like to ask, what are the conditions for reading on the floors above the third floor?" Qin Feng said in a good voice, and he had already done it. He was mentally prepared to be challenged by the bad old man, but what he said next was something he never expected.
"Conditions? There are no conditions required. You can go up if you want. Except for the ninth floor, you can go anywhere else as you like." The old man replied casually.
"Is it that simple?" Qin Feng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
The old man shook his fan and said leisurely: "Do you still remember the last bet?"
Qin Feng recalled it and asked tentatively: "The poem is six feet taller?"
"Yes, I said at the time that as long as you write poems that are more than six feet tall, Tingyuxuan will come and go as you please.
And I have won your poems, so the restrictions below the third level must be given up. Otherwise, if I am taking advantage of a junior in vain, where will I put my old face?" The old man took out his ears and blew them off. The filth above.
Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly thought of something, and asked again: "In that case, why didn't you say it before, senior?"
"Didn't I say that?" The old man raised his eyebrows.
"Have you said that?" Qin Feng asked immediately, with a complaining tone.
The two were in a stalemate. After a long time, the old man yawned: "Then you didn't ask before, so that's it. If you want to go in, go in quickly and don't disturb my rest."
I really want to beat him up!
Qin Feng suppressed the frustration in his heart and said sideways: "Miss Lan, please go to Wangyue Residence and tell Shopkeeper Peng that the drinking matter has been resolved.
I won't leave Tingyuxuan for the next three days, so I won't need your protection. If there's any emergency, just come to me here."
"Okay, uncle." Lan Ningshuang said goodbye and left.
Qin Feng stepped into Ting Yuxuan, but did not notice that there was a figure standing at the corner of the street, with a strange smile on his face, staring at his back.
This person is one of the seventh-grade warriors who came back from the dead in the city lord's mansion!
I saw him slowly approaching Ting Yuxuan, his right hand slowly touching the saber on his waist.
But just when he was no more than ten feet away from Ting Yuxuan, a gust of breeze blew by, and his body froze. In the blink of an eye, his body turned into smoke and dispersed in the wind!
All this happened in a flash of lightning, and no one around noticed it!
Old Man Baili was still lying on the wicker chair, squinting his eyes and muttering: "Did a rat get in? Why does it smell so bad?"