Cheng Le was indeed miserable. According to what he said, he was originally a scholar in the county, had a good family background, and was a relatively well-known landowner and wealthy man in the county.
This is the same as Li Xiuyuan.
After all, if there is no money at home, it is difficult for Gong Ying to study alone.
However, bad luck came to Cheng Le after he passed the examination as a scholar. Due to an accident, his family's fertile farmland was trampled by the cattle herding servants of an official family named Huang. His tenant farmer argued with them and was seriously injured. Cheng Le was furious.
However, a piece of paper was submitted to the Yamen, and it turned out that the person in the Yamen was a corrupt person.
The official was imprisoned, and the lawsuit failed because he received money from the Huang family.
Cheng Le was also a scholar, so he was so angry that he cursed a few times. As a result, he was punished by the county magistrate, who falsely accused him of being an accomplice of the bandits.
Later, he went to the capital to file a complaint, and after dispersing all his money, he was released from prison unharmed.
However, after he was released from prison, his parents were tired from day and night work and fell ill. They died soon after, leaving him and a few servants alone in the family.
Cheng Le was disheartened and had no intention of fame and fortune. He had the idea of seeking immortality and asked for information. After that, he spent money to find out the news. When he heard that there was an immortal in Changshou Town, he came here.
Zhou Cai next to him was his neighbor. They had a close relationship with each other, just like brothers. They had grown up together and studied together. This time when he asked for immortality, Cheng Le pulled him along.
"I didn't expect that Brother Cheng is also a person with stories. Come on, drink this cup to the full, and you won't go home until you're drunk today." Li Xiuyuan picked up the jade pot and poured a cup for him.
The aroma of wine overflows and fills the tea shop. Its color is like jasper, which can see through the silhouette of people. The aroma of wine is so rich that it can be intoxicating.
Cheng Le was once rich. He had tasted a lot of fine wines. Now he opened his eyes wide and looked at the glass of jade-green wine in front of him: "What kind of wine is this? It's so fragrant."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "This is a jug of fine wine given to me by an expert I visited before. It is rare in the world, and this wine has no name. I named it Xianren Zui."
"Immortals are drunk? A good name, a good mood, a wine that can make even an immortal drunk." Cheng Le was cautious, fearing that he would spill it, and drank it all with anticipation.
"Um?"
Cheng Le opened his eyes wide as the immortal wine entered his throat. He seemed to be at a loss for words and didn't know what words to use to describe the beauty of this wine.
"Good wine." After a while, he put down the glass and let out a long sigh.
“After drinking this fine wine, all other wines in the world are just swill.”
He praised, but before he finished speaking, his face turned red, and he smelled of wine. He couldn't hold it anymore and passed out immediately, still mumbling words like "good wine, good wine" in his sleep.
"Are you drunk now?" Li Xiuyuan had not yet drank the glass of wine in his hand, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Cheng Le getting drunk after just one glass of wine.
"Brother Cheng is indeed drunk." Zhou Cai, who was next to him, pushed him, but did not see him wake up. He said, "Is this immortal drunkenness really so magical? You can get drunk after just one cup?"
"I have never drunk this wine, and I don't know the pros and cons of it." Li Xiuyuan said.
Zhou Cai said: "I'll drink half a cup and give it a try."
Smelling the aroma of the wine, he was also greedy. He couldn't hold it anymore and carefully took a half-sip. When he entered the mouth, the aroma of wine overflowed, and it was long and delicious, but he swallowed it into his stomach.
Immediately, his face turned red, his eyes rolled back as he smelled of alcohol, and he immediately lay down on the table, drunk and unconscious.
"Drunk again?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled and shook his head: "This scholar's drinking power is poor. Even if he swallows a mouthful of alcohol, he will not get drunk immediately. It is not poison. Besides, I am a martial arts practitioner. I can't circulate my qi and blood when I am drunk.
Just force out the smell of alcohol."
Smelling the aroma of the wine in front of him, he drank it down without hesitation.
The fairy wine is in your mouth and you have a good aftertaste.
It is indeed a rare fairy wine in the world, and the wine is more moving than the former tribute wine that I drank with Yan Chixia and Xia Houwu last time.
Soon, Li Xiuyuan felt the power of alcohol pouring out of his abdomen, making his blood boil and making him feel hot.
"Plop~!"
Like half of ordinary people, he immediately lay down on the table and fell asleep, drunk and unconscious. The result was the same as Cheng Le and Zhou Cai.
He, who has practiced martial arts all year round, could not resist this magical brew.
"Here, why are you drunk?" The shopkeeper was stunned when he saw the three drunk people, but when he smelled the aroma of wine, he swallowed his saliva. It seemed that he had never smelled such a fragrant aroma of wine.
“I don’t know what kind of wine can achieve such a rich aroma.”
He looked at the jade pot on the table. There was a faint green light inside, like a treasure, not like something that should exist in the human world.
There were three jade cups placed upside down next to them. Two of the jade cups were drank in one go. The other jade cup was only half-drunk, and the remaining half was spilled on the table.
But where the wine spilled, the wooden table turned into green jade after being soaked by the wine. It was strangely transparent and exuded a strong aroma of wine that lingered.
"Shopkeeper, I heard from the young master that this wine is called Xianren Zui." Seeing the shopkeeper's curiosity and surprise, the boy reminded him in a low voice.
Immortal drunk?
The shopkeeper exclaimed: "This name is true. Maybe only the gods in the sky can taste such a beautiful bar. Ordinary people can get drunk after just one glass. Look at the wine glasses and wine bottles. They are all carved from beautiful jade. They are so ingenious that the wine vessels are so beautiful."
Even so, let alone the fine wine in it.”
"It's rare to see immortal wine. Why don't you, the shopkeeper, secretly taste a glass?" said the waiter.
The shopkeeper was a little moved at first, then shook his head and said: "This is the guest's thing, how can I secretly taste it? If it is really an immortal brew, only a worthy person can taste it. How dare a businessman like me covet the immortal brew?"
You will be punished for this. Now these three guests are drunk. How about you?
Call two people to help and send them to the bedroom to rest. I also packed up the remaining wine vessels and put them in the young master's room. Don't touch them."
"Yes, from the shopkeeper." The boy responded.
After the three unconscious people were sent to the bedrooms respectively, the shopkeeper looked at the wooden table in front of him that had been left by drinking, but he couldn't help but praise: "This wooden table has half a cup of fairy wine sprinkled on it.
It is already a rare thing, enough to be used as a treasure."
Immediately, he asked someone to carry the wooden table away and put it away so that it would not be exposed to others.
Afterwards, it was just as the shopkeeper thought. Although the wooden table was simple, half a glass of wine was spilled on it, and it seemed like a piece of jasper was inlaid on it. It was as if it were made from heaven. The aroma of the wine overflowed, and it has not dissipated for hundreds of years, and has been passed down to future generations.
generations, and left behind a legend.
According to legend, our ancestors opened a tea shop, and three immortals came into the tea shop to drink fairy wine. All three immortals were drunk, and one immortal was so drunk that he left half a cup of fairy wine and spilled on the wooden table.
Scattered and passed down to this day.
Of course, such legends will be sung in later generations, but now Li Xiuyuan, Cheng Le, and Zhou Cai don't know about it.
At this moment.
In the Chenghuang Temple outside Guobei City.
The blind Taoist stood on top of the temple, looked into the distance, and suddenly said: "Pindao's disciple has arrived at Changshou Town. It will be a matter of time before he enters the mountain gate. I hope he will gain something from this trip."
"Since you have learned Taoism and taught it by your senior brother, why should you abandon the near and seek the far away?" Taoist Mu's voice sounded from the Chenghuang Temple at his feet, with a hint of doubt.
The blind Taoist shook his head and said: "Seeking Dharma is only one of them. The most important thing is to cultivate one's mind. This must be done by returning to the mountain gate. Pindao's disciple has already achieved great success. He will slay evil spirits, kill Dongyue, and seize the power of God. He has tens of thousands of elite soldiers under his command.
There are so many people, and their identity and status are completely different from the original upright scholars.
Every move you make can affect the world."
"It is not difficult for him to govern the world, and it is not difficult to seize the world. However, virtue requires coordination and fighting. After fighting for a long time, his heart will inevitably change. The poor Taoist is afraid that he will lose his original intention and take a path that he has never thought of.
Road, and now going north to Beijing is going to stir up the world. At this moment, Pindao asks him to go back to the mountain gate.
, it is not only seeking the Dharma, but also cultivating the mind. At least ninety days of pure practice in the mountains can erase some of the hostility."
Mu Taoren pondered for a while and said: "Senior brother is interested, but he has watched him grow up since he was a child. Why not teach him to cultivate his moral character from an early age? Isn't it a little late to sharpen his skills before the battle?"
The blind Taoist smiled bitterly and said, "How can a poor Taoist teach him this? He is a born saint. He is born with wisdom. His wisdom is not inferior to that of héng rén, and he understands the past and present. He can predict the past and present from his few words.
Things to come.”
"Is this happening?" Mu Taoist asked in shock.
"Young and talented, after more than ten years together, there would always be times when things leaked out. When he was three years old, he asked Pindao how long it had been since the founding of the Song Dynasty. When Pindao asked him, he said that the country was about to fall, so in order to prepare for it, he opened an iron mine and started a project.
Workshop, establishment of escort bureau, raising war horses, saving money and food, every move is to prepare for troubled times.
Be prepared, right now, the country's destiny is indeed in decline and disasters are everywhere."
The blind Taoist said: "The national destiny of the Song Dynasty is a secret. Isn't it true that a master from Longhu Mountain was killed by lightning?
There will be disaster, but he already knew it when he was three years old. A few years ago when he was a master of Longhu Mountain, a saint like this would be impoverished.
How can Taoists dare to teach more? They have to hide their clumsiness, do less and make fewer mistakes. Even Pindao doesn’t dare to catch little ghosts passing by the Taoist temple, so he has to drive them away secretly, for fear that Pindao’s disciple will become playful and pester Pindao to learn how to exorcise ghosts and demons.
Magic, after all, he is born with the ability to see ghosts."
"Junior brother, it's hard for me, I've been under a lot of pressure these past ten years, do you understand?"
As he spoke, he looked very sad.
"Junior brother, I understand, I understand." Taoist Mu said with emotion.
The two old men seemed to care about each other and had stories to tell. All they needed was a glass of wine.
But Li Xiuyuan didn't know the situation here.
Early next morning.
He just woke up from his sleep.
But he found himself lying in a strange room, not knowing where he was.
After thinking about it for a while, I remembered it.
"By the way, I was drinking yesterday and I got drunk after one glass of wine." Li Xiuyuan sat up and looked next to him, only to see that his bottle of wine was still there.
"I really don't know if it's poison or fairy brew. Fortunately, this is at the foot of the master's gate. There are no evil spirits or thieves. Otherwise, I would be finished if I got drunk and had an accident all night long."
Smiling to himself, he waved his hand and put the fairy brew into the Ghost King's bag, then straightened his clothes and went out. (https:)