Chapter 503 Alcohol is a curse, hands are calmer than brains
On the streets of Dongcheng, Lidu, a young man who looked handsome but had a droopy face was wandering around, as if he had no destination at all and was just wandering around to avoid people.
After walking for a short time, I unknowingly deviated from the main street and came to a remote street. When I looked into the distance, I could no longer see the rows of attics, but could see the forest under the sky in Lidu.
Xian Tianxiao looked at the forest land, and the unlucky look on his face became even worse.
He really feels like he's memorizing words lately.
His personality and style, he likes to play, and he doesn't have the bad habits of those powerful people, but it is difficult to make friends who are pleasing to his eyes. If he doesn't care, others will care, and most people with enough status are not willing to be with him.
What's the connection?
Most of the younger generation who are willing to have a relationship are fair-weather friends. Unfortunately, he really doesn't like so-called fair-weather friends.
That is to say, a few years ago, I finally met a disciple of Wuxing Mountain. He was the direct disciple of Wuxing Mountain. He had a distinguished status and was definitely qualified. Moreover, he had no prejudice against his likes and characteristics. Even if he didn't like him, he didn't care.
Advise and stop him.
Even from the beginning to the end, I never paid attention to his identity. It was enough to know that his name was Jian Tianxiao.
To be honest, Jian Tianxiao likes this feeling very much. He doesn't like others to pay attention to the things behind him. It is best to only pay attention to him.
It's a pity that the guy named Ji Wudao was a fool with a really good heart, but he insisted on getting involved in those bad things, so that he ended up dead. It's a pity to think about it.
And the current head of Wuxing Mountain is also a coward. If Senior Shan Qian was still the head, he would have killed 1,800 of them before coming and leaving, and there would be no way to talk properly.
After coming back to his senses, Bian Tianxiao sighed, it was still an interesting time.
It's a pity that after memorizing words, I finally found someone who liked it, but it disappeared. And recently, he was involved in a big incident.
This time it was serious bad luck.
Idiots from the Ministry of Industry all know that the Killing Arrow has had an accident once, so why don’t they be more vigilant? After finding the source, they think everything is fine? They all know that the people who transport the goods are real and fake, so why can’t they be divided into batches?
Can one person transport less?
In this way, even if it is lost, it is better to lose less. How can I lose fifty in one go?
Why was it lost outside his mansion?
As a result, he was interrogated more than once. He wanted to go back and take a look around, but he was afraid that he would encounter Dingtiansi's lackeys again, or if something happened over there again.
It's better not to take risks. If you can avoid it, just avoid it.
When he saw the forest, he thought of this. He turned around and walked back with a sigh. Not far away, he suddenly smelled the faint fragrance of wine filling the air. The fragrance was not strong, but it had a long and lasting feeling.
"How can someone in this wretched place be able to brew such good wine?"
Following the scent of wine, Bian Tianxiao walked a good distance to the edge of the forest before he saw a small village. There were only a few houses in the village, and no one was seen.
Entering it, the peculiar smell of wine has not become stronger, just like what you can smell from a few miles away.
Xian Tianxiao crossed a two-story building and finally saw a living person.
There are two rows of huge wine jars as tall as one person on both sides of the road. At the end of the road, you can see an old man scolding a sullen young man.
As if he sensed someone coming, the old man raised his head and glanced here, then walked over.
"What do you do for this young master?" The old man was very polite. Although Jian Tianxiao didn't wear any special accessories, you could see the details on the corners of his clothes and cuffs and the thumb on his thumb. He was just eight years old from the capital.
They are experienced dignitaries, the kind who have a title, rather than some powerful descendants who have not inherited the title.
"I stumbled into this place by mistake, smelled the aroma of wine, and couldn't help but look for it. Please don't blame me, old man." Jian Tianxiao was also very polite. Three thousand miles away from the capital, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, even Dingtiansi may not be able to do it all.
I'm sure, who knows if there are any senior experts inside.
The most important thing is that he is completely unaware of the old man's level of strength. All things that can be used as a reference, such as spiritual power fluctuations, consciousness fluctuations, and breath momentum, cannot be felt in the old man. However, he instinctively feels that he is not
The old man's opponent.
"So that's it. There used to be an expert cultivator here. There may be some things left in the formation that may make people get lost. Young Master, go north from here and you can return to the main street." The old man smiled.
, pointing to the distance.
"Mr. Lao, please give me some advice." Xian Tianxiao glanced at the wine jar on the side, hesitated and said, "I wonder if the old man can sell some wine, the kind of wine I smelled before that has a light aroma but a long and lasting taste.
, I wonder if you can give me a little love so that I can learn more."
"This..." The old man was quite embarrassed: "What the young master mentioned was all reserved by someone. Even the materials were given by the buyers. It is really impossible to give the young master evenly. If the young master does not dislike it, I have something else here.
You can give the young master some wine to try."
"I see, then I won't force it."
The old man still gave Jian Tianxiao a small jar of fine wine and sent Jian Tianxiao away.
After he came back, the old man immediately lowered his face and spoke earnestly to the young man who had his head lowered and was being scolded.
"Fu, how many times have I told you that your cultivation is still far from perfect and you can't drink that wine."
"Master's lesson is that I just couldn't help opening it and sighed, blaming me for breaking the jar and attracting that person."
"Fortunately, this person was attracted this time. He won't be troublesome. It might not have happened if it had been someone else." The old man couldn't bear to see the young man's look.
"Fu, you have to understand that if your teacher doesn't let you drink, it's not to harm you. Wine is the cause of trouble. Where did this sentence come from? Didn't I tell you? The wine I taught you to make is
It's called a disaster. No one can brew it except you. Even if it is brewed, with your current strength, you must not drink it. Otherwise, you will not just be unlucky."
"Master taught me this." Jaford listened honestly. He had heard this kind of words more than once, but he always couldn't help but want to taste the wine he brewed.
Ever since he started brewing wine, brewed the first jar, and started cellaring, he has never been unlucky again. In fact, he also knows that his lack of unlucky is directly related to brewing. Although the master did not specifically explain it clearly, it is also true.
It is said that wine making is spiritual practice.
Looking at those wine jars, Jaford couldn't help but want to back away a little. He felt that these wines were right to call him a disaster, and they always wanted to seduce him and make him return to the days when he would cry with joy even if he didn't get hurt for three days.
"Master, are you going to sell this batch of well-stored wine?"
"Don't you want to sell it to your hands? Don't you know how expensive the materials used to make wine are? Don't think so much. These are all for the powerful people in Lidu. If we don't cheat them, where will we get the spiritual stones?
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"Oh..." When it came to Gui, Jaford said nothing more, responded, and continued to go back to make wine.
The old man took away the wine that could be sold, and went to the outside of a mansion in the northeast of Lidu. He was hunched over and looked like a brewing master with mediocre cultivation.
After a while, a man dressed as a housekeeper came out and led the old man into the mansion. After taking out the wine, he opened a jar on the spot. The housekeeper smelled the smell, tasted it himself, and nodded with satisfaction.
"The craftsmanship of the winery is really getting better and better, and the time-honored brand is still reliable."
"The county man takes care of our business..." The old man hunched over with a simple and honest smile.
"Okay, this one is better than the previous ones. You can take these and send them directly to you later."
The old man took the wine money and squandered it all that day, exchanging it all for raw materials for making wine.
And three days later, the county man felt that the wine this time seemed to be no worse than the ones tasted in the East Palace. To say it was worse only depends on how much spiritual power it contained, and the taste seemed to be even better.
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Thinking that the prince was not in a good mood recently, his practice had been neglected, and he spent more time drinking. As the county man drank, an idea came to his mind for no reason, why not donate some to the prince and let him have a taste?
It is really not easy to achieve this level of wine that is not strong.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he immediately began to make offerings. Most of the wine was divided out, and he took all of it to the East Palace.
Routine inspections found nothing. The butler who inspected it just felt that this kind of wine, which was not too rich in spiritual energy, could achieve this level. It was indeed the work of a master.
If you want to pay tribute to the palace, you need to go through a lot of procedures. Although ordinary poisons can't be detected, you don't want to poison any big shot in the palace.
This is a casual procedure, not too strict. In fact, the main purpose is for the dignitaries below to send things to the palace, especially to the prince. It is too common.
The person who came to deliver the wine this time was a man from Wang County who had been following the prince and delivered a lot of things every year. The chamberlain was just going through the routine.
The wine was quickly poured into jugs and placed on each desk when the prince was entertaining some dignitaries. Naturally, it received unanimous praise during the banquet, and the Wang County man was also considered a loser.
Of course, no one knew that the wine they drank was called Disaster.
The most beautiful plants in the mountains and forests usually contain the most violent poisons, and the same is often true for the most delicious wines.
For example, there is a kind of wine brewed from a highly poisonous substance called Qihua Brewing. Those who cannot withstand the poison will be poisoned to death.
For example, there is a kind of wine that is not available in the wilderness, which can make you die in a dream. When you are drunk, you will die in your dream and never wake up again.
In the remote winery, the old man looked at Jaford's diligent and careful brewing with a rather complicated expression.
I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to send disasters. They have already gotten involved in their affairs even if they don’t want to be involved. Moreover, the disasters caused by merit must be sent out. It is better to practice in this way than to be there before he has grown up.
I don’t know when I will be killed by myself.
It's not easy to find a real successor. Anyway, there are not many good people like Da Ying, and those who can drink to cause trouble are definitely not good people. They love them to death.
Reaching this point can be regarded as having contributed to the Chu Dynasty, and there is no need to worry about it in my heart, I always think of it.
The old man's thoughts were wandering. Suddenly, his eyes froze, his expression became serious, and he shouted sharply.
"Fortune, what are you thinking about? You dare to be distracted while practicing!"
"No...I didn't think anything of it..." Jaford quickly calmed down. After being scolded, he actually felt that it would be good to be stricter. He had never had the chance to be taught such a strict lesson before.
He just thought of a guy he met before he met his master. He knew clearly that meeting him would bring bad luck, but he had no ill intentions. Moreover, he seemed to like drinking wine.
When you get better at brewing and meet him again, brew some wine that is not a source of trouble and give it to him to try.
Oh, by the way, I will brew it for my master to try first. His master is a drunkard, but he is very timid and cautious. He obviously wants to taste the trouble, but he dare not. Every time he comes to supervise and guide him before brewing,
They didn't dare to drink, for fear of not being able to hold back and getting into trouble.
In the future, if you have money and your skills are good, you can make some good wine.
Jaford, who was full of energy, continued to make wine with concentration. The old man who had been watching from a distance also relaxed his frown.
He is also extremely satisfied with this apprentice. With his special talent and ability to endure hardship, he never complains about hardship or tiredness. After so many years of torture, his temper has not changed to an extreme and twisted state. It is really not easy.
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In Qin Yang's house.
Zhang Zhengyi stood outside a courtyard gate with a serious face, holding a compass and a magic talisman in his hand. He used seven or eight methods in a row to confirm the safety of all of them, then cautiously stretched out his hand and knocked on the door politely.
"Senior Brother Qin, are you here? I came here to deliver something, and someone gave you some gifts. The person who came said they were from the Tian family, so I brought them in for you."
Zhang Zhengyi waited at the door for a long time before opening the door and coming in.
After coming in, he looked at a golden tree planted in the yard with nine silver-like fruits growing on it. He just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.
He walked forward obediently and placed the gifts in the main hall of the house. He had not opened each box, and he had not opened each box. He did not even open the gift list and take a look at it.
There were wooden boxes, jade bottles, treasures that exuded auras on the shelves in the house, and even a spirit stone that was densely packed with aura and was constantly overflowing with spiritual fluid. He glanced at the spiritual stones that were suspected of spiritual veins.
In the past, I didn't even look at it.
There was no disturbance in his heart. His uncontrolled hands were still uncontrollable. But this time, it was not that he wanted to touch her uncontrollably, but that his hands were already calmer than his mind. Seeing
Nothing will move.
After all, these days, just the hands have been cut off more than a dozen times. If you can't control the hands, they no longer exist.
"Haha, Senior Brother Qin still wants to set a trap for me. How naive."
Zhang Zhengyi sneered with disdain and walked out of Qin Yang's yard without looking back.