When new questions popped up in Chen Yang's mind, Mr. Yu had already poured him a glass of green wine diligently.
Chen Chongfeng was going to go to the mine tomorrow. It happened that the young man got this jar of bamboo root incense, so he asked Chen Chongfeng to drink from it to be ready.
Chen Yang reached out and took it without drinking. He swayed the green wine and looked at the full moon reflected above, thoughtfully:
"It seems that the Guixu space under the mineral veins is not always open and can be explored."
"It takes a special time to appear in this world."
"For example, recently..."
Chen Yang cleared his mind and did not think about what the Guixu space below had to do with. Is it the founder of Qi Dan, the source of the inheritance of the Three Evils of Sishui, or the Faxiang Sect that originated from the Dongfeng Yu family?
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He just swung the wine up and down without drinking it.
Mr. Yu said in surprise: "Are Chen Congfeng worried that there is something wrong with the drink?"
Chen Yang shook his head and reached out to take the bamboo tube that originally contained bamboo roots on the ground.
The bamboo tube has been split into two halves, and when placed on the table, they look like two ladles.
Chen Yang poured the bamboo root incense in the wine glass, but it was not enough, so he lifted the wine jar with one hand and poured it down.
"Chen Congfeng, what are you..."
Mr. Yu asked strangely.
Chen Yang pushed half of the bamboo ladle in front of him, raised the other half, and said with a smile: "Lao Yu, on this full moon, there is this fine wine, you and I should drink it together."
"please!"
Chen Yang stretched out his bamboo tube and waited for Mr. Yu to clink glasses.
This is impossible.
Yu Lao'er said excitedly: "Young man, you are just a mortal, what are you doing drinking spiritual wine?"
"Chen Gongfeng will go to the mine tomorrow..."
Chen Yang shook his head and interrupted: "It's enough."
He repeated again: "Please!"
The bamboo tube filled with bamboo root incense is still hovering, waiting for Mr. Yu to clink glasses.
Chen Yang knew in his heart that Mr. Yu wanted to repay his respect and repay him with the Bigu Pill.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with drinking this spiritual wine with Mr. Yu.
Don’t drink wine alone.
The better the wine, the more worthy it is to drink it together.
Yu Lao'er tremblingly raised the bamboo tube, used great strength to control it from spilling, and touched Chen Yang gently.
The aroma of wine overflows and the fragrance of bamboo lingers.
Chen Yang drank it all in one gulp.
Mr. Yu took small sips, his wrinkled old face turned red, he didn't know whether he was excited or too drunk.
After drinking a glass of wine for a long time, it didn't go away. Instead, the tears dripped in my eyes, which always made people feel that the more I drank, the more I drank.
Chen Yang looked at it and sighed to himself: "Those who are covered with silkworms are not silkworm farmers."
He didn't persuade him any more, and let Mr. Yu hold the cup of wine and drink for a long time. He drank one cup after another, and in the blink of an eye, the jar of wine was empty.
Apart from the faint smell of alcohol, Chen Yang didn't feel any difference for the time being.
This bamboo-root-scented spiritual wine is not a high-end spiritual wine. It just has a special effect and will not take effect that quickly.
It took Mr. Yu almost an hour to finish the glass of wine bit by bit. When he put down the bamboo tube, his whole back was straight, as if he had looked decades younger.
"It's worth it, it's worth it."
"So that's what it smells like."
"When the little old man goes and goes underground, he will have something to say to my old man."
"This is all thanks to Chen Chongfeng's blessing."
Mr. Yu smiled and held his hands.
Chen Yang laughed dumbly.
This is the bamboo root intercepted by Mr. Yu for generations, and it is the base wine brewed by the Yu family. Chen Yang even let Chen Yang drink it himself. In the end, Mr. Yu even said it was a blessing.