It was night, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting bright moonlight through the lush branches and leaves on the ground. A gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves swayed and rustled.
"Bang!" At this time, a dark shadow fell on a century-old tree, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground broke the originally silent mountain atmosphere and startled several turtle doves.
After a while, the figure slowly stood up from the tree.
He first looked up at the bright moon above his head, then looked around and murmured in confusion:
"Where am I? Who the hell am I!"
"Hiccup!" As he spoke, the man suddenly burped, and a strong smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.
Through the moonlight, it can be seen that this man's face is red. He has obviously drunk too much. At this moment, he has even forgotten who he is and where he is.
After standing there and thinking for a moment, the man scratched his head and found that he still couldn't remember any useful information.
He tried to touch his body and found that except for the clothes he was wearing and the wine gourd hanging on his waist, there was nothing else.
So he reached out and took off the wine gourd hanging from his waist, and shook it. Suddenly, the sound of sloshing liquid sounded, which also aroused the desire in his heart.
Next he pulled out the stopper, took a slight sniff, and then couldn't help but drink a few big mouthfuls of it to himself.
The mellow wine entered his throat, and he felt as if the blood all over his body was ignited, coursing through his body. Then he fell down gorgeously again, snoring so tiredly that he forgot everything...
At noon the next day, the sound of birdsong from all around woke up the man who had been sleeping for a long time. He sat up, opened his eyes, and rubbed his messy hair. His expression was still blank, and he was obviously not awake yet.
Just like last night, he first murmured and asked "Who am I and where am I?", then began to observe himself, and then his attention fell on the wine bottle.
But this time, there was no wine in the jug, and the man failed to drink.
Just while sitting quietly, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he gradually remembered who he was.
"So my name is Qu Zui, what a good name, haha!" Qu Zui, who had not yet sobered up, murmured with a smile.
After sitting quietly for a while, memories came flooding back. It was at this moment that his expression suddenly changed, and then he decisively got up from the ground, hurriedly walked onto the mountain road aside, and ran towards the top of the mountain.
"Oh no, no, no, my wine!"
Although Qu Zui seemed to be in his forties or fifties, when he went up the mountain, he walked as fast as flying. Every time he kicked his legs, he could cross three or four steps and hurried towards the top of the mountain.
After driving for about half an hour, Qu Zui suddenly changed direction when he was approaching the top of the mountain and rushed towards the waterfall on the side.
When he came to the edge of the cliff, he stepped hard and his body soared like a swallow, passing straight through the rapids of the waterfall and crashing into the back of the waterfall.
The imagined scene of hitting the cliff did not appear. What appeared in front of Qu Zui's eyes was a water curtain cave. The interior was covered with moss and vines, and there were flowers at his feet. The interior was full of life.
After entering the water curtain cave, Qu Zui hurriedly ran forward, turned several forks, and came to an open space.
"Ahhhh! My wine!"
When he saw the red-hot iron pot in the open space, Qu Zui let out a hysterical scream.
Holding a one in ten thousand possibility, Qu Zui quickly approached the iron pot, lowered his head and looked into the iron pot with wide eyes, as if hoping that there would still be some wine that had not evaporated.
However, the fact is that not a drop of liquid is left in his red-hot iron pot.
At this moment, it was like a bolt from the blue.
For Qu Zui, this was an unbearable fatal blow. He subconsciously sat on the ground in despair, feeling that there was no hope in his life.
He brewed this pot of wine for three years, three years!
During this period, it went through repeated fermentation, mixing, distillation, pouring into mountain springs, flame refining and other steps. The procedures were complicated. It can be said that Qu Zui spent all his energy in the past three years to brew this pot of wine.
For this reason, during the brewing period, Qu Zui also searched the entire Zuiquan Mountain to find various rare medicinal materials and incorporated them into it, which can be said to be a great painstaking effort.
However, everything was in vain at this moment...
Thinking of the experience of the past few days, Qu Zui couldn't help but want to slap himself twice.
Just three days ago, when the new pot of wine was about to be brewed successfully, he happily prepared to drink two sips of wine to celebrate.
As a result, I couldn't stop drinking.
During this period, Qu got drunk three times and woke up three times. The whole time he was in a state of confusion, an endless cycle.
If the wine in the flask had not been drained at this moment, Qu Zui felt that maybe he could continue the cycle endlessly...
In fact, he knew that he was addicted to alcohol. So in order to brew this pot of "Lingquan Wine", he didn't touch a drop of alcohol for three years, just to prevent himself from getting drunk.
So I hung a wine gourd around my waist every day to satisfy my addiction.
Such restraint is not because he has strong self-control, but because Lingquan Liquor is his lifelong dream, and it is a special brewing method that generations of his Qu family have been trying.
According to records, their Qu family was once a member of the cultivating community and had brewed countless famous spiritual wines.
Although this is the Age of Ending Dharma and the spiritual energy is exhausted, their Qu family lineage has not weakened. Instead, they have found a new path to make themselves different from ordinary people in this Age of Ending Dharma.
Baihua bodybuilding wine, tiger blood muscle and bone wine, turtle longevity wine, etc...
Even if the spiritual energy is exhausted, their lineage of the Qu family has still found a way to strengthen their body through brewing wine in the Age of Dharma Ending.
In fact, Qu Zui looks like he is forty or fifty years old, but his actual age is already close to a hundred years old. All of this is the miraculous effect brought by these special liquors.
And the "Lingquan Wine" he brewed this time is the best wine among the wines passed down by their Qu family, except for those wines that require spiritual energy to brew. After drinking this wine, Not only can your life be extended by more than ten years, but your physical fitness can also be refined, making you immune to all diseases.
So for Qu Zui, it doesn't matter if he has to endure it for three years just for this pot of good wine!
During his three-year winemaking career, Qu Zui thought about giving up countless times, but in the end he gritted his teeth and persevered.
However, just three days ago, when his dream was about to succeed, Qu Zui had the urge to celebrate with a few sips.
And he felt that he had been holding it in for three years. Although he had not stopped drinking, it had been three years and now he could at least control himself when drinking.
So it's not a big problem.
However, the fact is completely opposite. The moment the tongue touches the wine, for Qu Zui, it is the sublimation of the soul.
At that moment, I was so drunk that I forgot about everything, leaving only one thought in my mind.
Drink, drink to your heart's content. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. It doesn't matter whether it will be right or wrong tomorrow!
Drinking, what you want is this kind of intoxicating mood, what is wine? Being drunk can relieve a thousand worries. If you are not intoxicated, how can you get drunk and how can you be happy!
Qu Zui felt that the idea he had at that time was very good, very nice, and consistent with the usual thoughts of the descendants of the Qu family when drinking. There is no doubt that they are orthodox descendants.
But now he wants to blow his head off!
He slept for three days. He worked hard for it for three years, and the "Lingquan Wine" he was about to successfully brew turned into nothing. Not even a drop was left, and he didn't even taste it.
Thinking of this, he fell to the ground in despair, his eyes gradually becoming dull.
