Everyone can give a different answer to this question.
But the answer must be the strongest desire in that person's heart.
And Quzui’s biggest desire is “wine”.
He enjoyed the smoothness of the wine as it entered his throat, and was intoxicated by the hazy beauty brought by the wine. At the moment of intoxication, his thoughts and vision were blurred, and it seemed that there was nothing but happiness.
Alcohol can bring many benefits as well as many disadvantages.
But one thing remains unchanged. At the moment of intoxication, the drunk person will inevitably drop all the burdens he carries and become his true self.
This is an emotional release. In such a state, good and evil are impermanent!
Therefore, the debate about wine has never stopped since ancient times.
Some people say it is a bad thing that makes people corrupt, and later there is a saying that people get drunk and get into trouble.
But some people say that this is a good thing. Most of those ancient literati wrote poems in their intoxication that will last through the ages. They have a long history and have added a rich and colorful touch to history and culture.
However, whether it is a drunkenness that relieves a thousand worries, or a drunken experience that makes people sad and sad, the difference between good and bad cannot be determined by one person's point of view.
As a descendant of the Qu family, "Qu Zui" also has his own point of view, that is, other people's opinions are bullshit!
He drinks for one simple reason: it tastes good!
As for those situations where drunkenness causes accidents or sudden inspiration, Quzui seems to have only one reason.
Not enough to drink!
As a senior alcoholic who has been in a state of intoxication all year round, he knows very well what a truly drunk person looks like.
In this state, things like lying drunk on the battlefield, burning the light while drunk, or drinking wine to the sky are all just nonsense.
At that moment, the thoughts in my mind will become very simple:
"Who am I and where am I?"
From Qu Zui's point of view, this is true drunkenness. It won't disturb others, and there won't be any bursts of inspiration.
As for adding any definition of good or bad to "wine", it is meaningless in his opinion!
Those people are not drinking, they are just using drinking as a inducement to achieve their goals!
Drinking for profit at the wine table, drinking for lust in the hustle and bustle of the bar, etc... From Qu Zui's point of view, these are all just playing hooligans on wine!
And Qu Zui is such a person who really loves drinking.
He has been exposed to alcohol since he was a child. The first time he drank was to secretly drink new wine from his father's wine vat. It was the first time he got drunk. He slept until late at night and even forgot to go to school. His parents and teachers were frightened.
It took him all day.
That was also the first time he was beaten because of "drinking".
But after tasting the taste of wine, Qu Zui couldn't let it go, and from time to time he would always find ways to secretly drink wine from his father and other elders.
Therefore, his concept of wine has been very simple since he was a child, it just tastes good and he wants to drink it.
To this day, this concept is still Qu Zui’s most intuitive definition of wine.
And he worked hard for three years to brew "Xianquan Wine", during which he did not drink any alcohol, just to drink the "wine" he had never drunk before, and was called the best "wine" after the end of the Dharma era by the Qu family.
That's all.
Therefore, he drinks not for profit, not for fame, and not for anything else. He drinks simply and happily!
…
Just now...
Looking at the red-hot iron pot, Qu Zui's eyes were dull and he felt like his body had been hollowed out.
This feeling is as if you are a collector. When collecting the broken parts of a rare treasure, you spend a lot of money to buy it everywhere and spend a lot of energy on it. But when the fragments of the treasure are collected,
Lost it...
That kind of heartache is indescribable, but it is enough to make you suffocating.
At least that's how Qu Zui felt at the moment. It was becoming difficult to breathe. He was lying softly on the ground and wanted to die.
"Xianquan, Xianquan, I have been looking forward to you for three years, but why are you gone? I am so heartbroken!"
Looking at the iron pot, Qu Zui murmured like a child, as if he had lost his most beloved toy.
In fact, he had the idea of brewing a pot of "Xianquan Liquor" by himself twenty years ago. However, he persisted for less than a month before he couldn't help drinking, and finally failed.
After that, he tried several times intermittently, but all ended in failure.
Ultimately, it was because he was too drunk.
For Qu Zui, you can go a day without eating food, but you can't go a day without drinking wine.
In fact, that's what he did.
Since the wine he brewed was rich in nutrients, even if he didn't eat, his body wouldn't have any problems. On the contrary, it was nourished by the wine brewed with a special technique, and his body remained strong.
During these three years, Qu Zui restrained his drinking behavior in order to brew "Xianquan Wine" and relied on picking wild fruits in the mountains to satisfy his hunger. Occasionally, he would go down the mountain to have a good meal in a modern city.
Three years ago, Qu Zui always ate wine as "rice".
Therefore, for Qu Zui, the three years of brewing Xianquan Liquor can be regarded as a great effort of perseverance.
The more he thought about it, the more heartache he felt. Qu Zui stood up tremblingly, staggered to the side, picked up a wine gourd from the floor, shook it twice, and after confirming that there was wine inside, he pulled out the stopper and poured it into his mouth. A big mouthful.
The wine went into his throat, and Qu Zui's body finally stopped shaking from sadness. The lingering alcoholism in his body grew again as the new wine was poured in, and his vision gradually became hazy at this moment.
The wine he brewed was not strong, but intoxicating. Even with Qu Zui's physical fitness, he couldn't hold it any longer after taking a few sips. He staggered two steps and fell heavily to the ground.
"The worries fade away, the worries fade away..." His eyelids became heavy as he murmured.
In the haze of drunkenness, Qu Zui gradually forgot the troubles at the moment.
The wine enters the sad intestines and turns into tears of lovesickness.
As for who I miss, Xianquanjiu...
After a while, there was thunderous snoring in the cave, and Qu Zui fell into sleep again shortly after waking up.
In the dream, he drank "Xianquan wine" and tasted the spiritual wine brewed by countless ancestors. At that moment, he felt so happy. The only regret was that the wine seemed to have no taste...
The next day came in a blink of an eye. After waking up, Qu Zui fell into a state of confusion again.
After smacking his lips twice, Qu Zui asked three philosophical questions.
Who am I? Where do I come from? Where do I go?
Hey, there is a gourd here, it looks familiar...
Quzui's "Law of Infinite Loop of Drunkness" starts at this moment.
However, the sequelae is that the concept of time will become very blurred.
When I woke up again, another day had passed.
In the daze after waking up, Qu Zui wanted to grab the wine gourd in front of him again, but then a pair of hands stretched out and lifted the wine gourd in front of him.
Immediately, Qu Zui felt his head being slapped, and a chill that penetrated his heart spread from Tianling Gai to his whole body, making him shiver uncontrollably, and most of the alcohol in his body disappeared immediately.
The moment his eyes regained clarity, Qu Zui found a white-haired man standing in front of him with kind-faced features. This man had an aura of dust all over his body, as if he were an immortal, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
As his consciousness gradually recovered, Qu Zui suddenly remembered who this person was.
On the top of the snowy mountaintop, there are seven hidden masters of Gui Yun Sect!
He was also familiar with this person, as he had been one of his late father's friends when he was still alive.
"Seventh Sect Master, is that you?" Thinking of this, the Seventh Master asked tentatively in a low voice.
"Exactly!" Seven smiled calmly and said.
After hearing the seven answers, Qu Zui showed an expression that was indeed true.
??Actually, Qu Zui had already forgotten how long it had been since their last meeting, but it was at least more than ten years ago. But from Qu Zui's perspective at the moment, the appearance of the head of the Ghost Luck Sect had changed even after so many years.
There was no change at all, which really made him feel amazing.
"Seventh Master, do you have a problem with me? It is said that you are not on the top of the snow mountain, and you will not be born until you realize the true meaning of cultivation?
When the seven heard this, they did not answer directly, but said:
"It's been more than twenty years since we last saw each other, and you're all right. I came to you this time because I have something important to ask for your help!"
Qu Zui was even more confused after hearing this:
"You want me to help you, seriously?"
Qu Zui knew very well how much he weighed. Apart from his wine-making skills, he was completely useless, and nothing could compare with the "real person" in front of him, so he didn't understand why the real person wanted to find him.
When the seven heard this, they smiled and nodded:
"It's like this. A brewing competition is about to be held recently. The prizes will be of great help to my cultivation, so I would like to ask you to come out and help me win this championship. I know you have the strength!"
"Brew-making competition? Since when did our cultivation world have such a thing?" Qu Zui looked very surprised.
Suddenly I felt that I had slept for too long and was confused.
As a brewing family, he has never heard of any brewing competition, because in the world of cultivation, except for his Qu family who is qualified to hold such an event, no one else is qualified!
And in the world of cultivation, only their Qu family is a wine-making family!
Seemingly sensing Qu Zui's doubts, the seven people immediately started to explain.
When Qi Ning explained, Qu Zui listened attentively at first, but then he was dumbfounded.
Battle? Game? Brewing competition in the game!
After listening to Qi Ning's story, Qu Zui couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:
"Seventh Master, you are already old, and I am not young either, so please don't joke with me. I am in a bad mood right now and I can't laugh!"
Qu Zui's reaction was actually what Qi Ming had expected, so he immediately said:
"No amount of explanation is better than trying it yourself. Come on, I'll treat you to a nice drink!"
Hearing the word "good wine", Qu Zui, who was depressed, suddenly became excited:
"Seventh Master, tell me seriously, what kind of good wine is this?"
"Mu Ling Liquor!"
"What kind of wine is this? How come I have never heard of it?" Qu Zui was stunned.
“The best wine in the game!”
"Seventh Master, I have something to do, so I won't go!" Hearing that it was the wine in the game, Qu Zui's enthusiasm faded and he suddenly felt dull.
In his opinion, it is simply childish for him to play games even though he is over ninety years old.
Moreover, he really couldn't understand why the seven people with firm religious beliefs would play mundane games. Maybe they were obsessed with cultivation.
Thinking of this, Qu Zui cast a look of pity on the seven.
"Quzui, if you believe me, come with me. I won't let you down. You are a winemaker, so this place is very suitable for you. I also believe that your winemaking skills will definitely shine there!"
Looking at Qu Zui who showed little interest, Qi Ming couldn't help but persuade him again.
Hearing Qi Ming say that he was a winemaker, Qu Zui couldn't help but glance at the iron pot on the side, his expression suddenly became lifeless:
"I'm just an alcoholic, not a winemaker, I don't deserve it!"
