Knowing that the Wine Immortal was pressed for time, Song Fetched the wine from the wine cellar after casually saying a few words.
Immortals live in a different world. Although they control the order of the world, they have been separated from the so-called mortal life for a long time. Even the Wine Immortal has never seen this kind of wine brewed from the sorrows of the human world, so he is so happy that he is willing to risk dereliction of duty to go down to earth and give it a try.
As soon as the Jiu Immortal took the jar, he raised his head and took a sip. The wine was extraordinary. Even the Jiu Immortal was so spicy that his throat was so spicy that he was surprised and delighted. The Wine Immortal looked at Song Que with his eyes widened and said, "Do you have a recipe for this wine?"
Song Que was also generous: "Jiu Immortal, the recipe for this wine is simple, but it's a pity that I can make it, but you can't."
What the Wine Immortal is most proud of is his ability to make wine. When Song Que said this, he puffed up his beard and stared. Fortunately, Song Ke had no intention of trying to quarrel with him, and almost immediately said: "I opened such a restaurant in the human world, and people come and go every day. It can be said that people from all over the world have gathered together. Many people told me stories In exchange for food, everyone's story often has a sad part that is not known to outsiders. This wine is brewed with thousands of sad thoughts. To put it simply, its recipe is simple, and the brewing process is also simple. It’s hard to say because you, Master Brewmaster, don’t have the time or opportunity to contact so many mortals, let alone listen to their troubles.”
The Wine Immortal was speechless. He stared at the opened jar of wine and sighed, having to accept the fact that he could not brew it.
Song Que added: "This wine has a shortcoming, but it is also its beauty."
Jiu Xianren looked at Song Que as if he were looking at his careless boy, and said angrily: "If you have anything else to say, please tell me now. Don't be so pretentious anymore."
Song Que smiled and said: "These thousands of worries and hundreds of worries are not limited to which ones they are. The thousands of worries and hundreds of worries collected at one time are only enough to brew dozens of jars of wine. Wine Immortal, the wine you have tasted is only The last thirty-seven jars, if you drink all the thirty-seven jars, you will never taste this taste again. Even if you brew the Qianyoubaisou Wine again, it will not be the Thousands of Sorrows Wine at this moment."
The Jiu Immortal was even more heartbroken when he heard this. He held the wine jar and took another sip. He wanted to take a big drink, but after hearing Song Que's words, he unconsciously became cautious. In the end, just that small sip made me think about it seriously for a long time.
After the Jiu Xian imprinted the taste into his heart, he said: "Why did you make such a tricky recipe!"
This is true. If Song Que used some exotic flowers and herbs to brew it, no matter how precious it was, it would only come out once in a thousand or ten thousand years, and the wine immortals would have the hope of brewing it. But he chose to use the human heart, the human heart that changes every moment, the human heart that is different for everyone, even if the King of Heaven is here, there will only be the last thirty-seven jars of wine.
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The Wine Immortal sighed and asked: "Little young man, how many jars of wine are you willing to give me?"
Although he loved wine, he did not want to take anything by force. He only hoped that Song Que would be willing to give up his love.
Song was unexpectedly happy and said, "Just leave me ten altars."
This leaves most of the wine to the Immortal.
But Song has always been like this. Before the wine was brewed, he was careful and cherished it. But after the wine was brewed, he did not hesitate to share it with others. For him, the process was far more important than the result.
It can be said that the Jiuxianren was overjoyed. He looked at the jar that he had just taken a few sips from, and thought about the more than twenty jars that he was about to own. The heroic and indulgent side of his heart could no longer be concealed. The Wine Immortal raised the jar with one hand and poured all the wine into his throat like spring water. He drank much more freely than Song Qing, but because of the magic, not a drop of the wine was wasted.
After the Jiu Xian drank it all in one breath, he hugged the jar with satisfaction and sat there drunkenly. After resting for a while, he stood up again. Although he was a little shaky, he was still awake. The Jiu Immortal is the Jiu Immortal. Even Song Dynasty will get drunk after drinking this wine. Perhaps he is the only person in the world who can still walk after drinking a jar in one go.
The wine fairy followed Song Que to the wine cellar. He rolled up his sleeves and found that the wine cellar was more than half empty. The Wine Fairy was very happy, and took out a small jar of wine from his other sleeve. This wine jar was much smaller than the jar of Qianyoubaicou Wine. I am afraid that the wine inside could be drank in one gulp, without the need for grunting. I drank for a long time.
The Wine Immortal handed the small jar to Song Que and said: "This is a thank you gift. Although this wine is not as rare as your Thousand Sorrows Wine, it is not as delicious as your wine, and even the quantity is not as good as the wine you gave me. A lot. But this thing will definitely be useful to you."
At this point, Song felt that Jiuxian's face blurred in front of him. Song's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step forward and asked, "Jiuxian, are you leaving?"
The wine master patted his head as if he had just remembered: "Hurry up and take the wine, I'll go back now."
Song Que took the wine and suddenly asked: "What's the name of this wine?"
The Jiuxian turned around and said, "A pillow of yellow rice."
His face became extremely blurry in Song Que's eyes.
Song Que had many unsolved mysteries in his mind. He divided the doubts and clues into two columns and arranged and combined them in his mind, trying to come up with the most reasonable explanation. Song Que's head hurt from thinking about it, and he couldn't come up with a definite result. The most critical link was always missing.
He looked at the pillow of Huangliang wine beside him, his heart skipped a beat, he pulled out the cork and drank it all in one breath. If there is any problem, you will know after drinking it.
The wine sent by the gods will naturally have an effect on the gods. This wine is not as strong as the one from Thousands of Sorrows, and it is only a small jar, so it is not intoxicating no matter how you think about it. Even after drinking, Song didn't feel drunk, but somehow he fell into a drowsy sleep, as if he was about to sink into a sweet dream.
***
In the dim light of morning, a man between a boy and a young man lay on the bed and opened his eyes.
He looks about nineteen years old. For others, he is just entering college, but he is already doing research projects that are difficult for others to achieve.
He disclosed this project to his mentor, who thought his idea was crazy and not down-to-earth, and suggested that he change to another project, and his mentor would give him support.
He doesn't want to.
This is a very proud and arrogant person, but if it were someone else who had his experience, they would also be arrogant and arrogant. There is no shortage of geniuses in such a huge empire, except for those who entered the elite program at the age of twelve. He is not the only one, but his preciousness cannot be ignored.
At the age of nineteen, he had completed all relevant courses and could study the topic alone. He told his tutor out of respect, not to ask for help. Seeing that he was stubborn, the instructor could not persuade him, but finally gave in and asked him if he wanted to recruit some assistants for him.
He refused because he disliked the fact that other people couldn't keep up with him. There were people who could keep up with his ideas, but those guys wouldn't willingly match him. Rather than expecting this, it would be better for him to work on this project by himself. Although it would be harder, the progress would not be slowed down by other people's stupid mistakes.
He has a natural distrust of the abilities of people other than himself, which his two younger siblings say is simply a sign of arrogance.
Yes, he also has a pair of younger siblings.
He remembered this, so after completing today's calculations, he packed some things and went home from the laboratory.
He stepped on the spot and arrived home just when his younger siblings were off from school. The younger brother and sister are twins. Because they are fraternal eggs, their physical similarities are very limited. But fortunately, both handsome men and beautiful women have developed their personalities in an advantageous way.
The younger brother and older brother look more alike. At only ten years old, his face has the same arrogance as his older brother.
The younger sister didn't like him when he was like this. When her brother came back, she rushed to complain: "Brother, look at him like this again!"
He glanced at his brother, who immediately shrank his neck.
He opened his mouth and said: "I am mentally ill, and you don't know it. Why should you learn from me?"
The younger sister hugged him and said, "My brother is not sick."
The younger brother muttered: "If you can be so smart if you are sick, I also want to be sick."
He laughed, angrily. The big thing he wanted to solve was still a good thing in the eyes of this little guy. So he attacked his younger brother mercilessly: "I entered the elite training program when I was twelve years old. I don't have many requirements for you. I will give you four more years. If you can't enter within four years... "
When he said this, he still had more to say.
My sister was gloating and immediately asked: "What if he can't get in in four years?"
Seeing his brother's grimace and his sister's gloating expression, Song Que knocked his sister on the head and said, "Then he is an idiot. This four-year agreement will be the same for you."
He had the same expectations for them.
This is the most ordinary day.
When Song Que woke up again, his whole body felt completely different. Obviously, he was no longer in that world. He was not a god now, but an ordinary person.
"System, what's going on?"
"Host, while you were dreaming, the progress bar suddenly reached full, so we have now traveled to a brand new world."
Song didn't have the habit of checking the progress bar at any time, and he knew that the situation mentioned by the system was possible, but he didn't believe it.
The sudden blur in his face when the Jiuxianren handed over a pillow of Huangliang wine still lingered in his mind, and that dream also made him brood. Was that his past
The system could detect Song Que's thoughts, and Song Que also knew this. He doubted all of this openly, but the system never said anything. The strange feeling in Song Que's heart became more and more serious, but his thinking was now at a deadlock. Instead of worrying about it anymore, it was better to deal with the matter at hand first.
There was a wilderness in front of Song Que. He had a backpack on him. Song Que poured out all the things in the backpack. In the backpack was a boat ticket with a torn stub. In addition to some simple medicines that he brought with him during the trip, there was also a change of clothes, A bottle of mineral water and no food.
The ticket stub states the destination of his trip, Sailuo Island. Song Que looked around and was 60% sure that this was Director Sailuo. The clothes he wears are suitable for sports. The texture is quite comfortable, but they are by no means high-end sportswear. Moreover, the fabric of this backpack feels a little too hard. Although the clothes on his body are not as hard as the backpack, they do not match its appearance. Song Que smelled it. Although it was relatively weak, it had a fishy and bitter smell, just like... the smell of the sea.
Song turned around and saw a vast ocean. The tide had probably receded, and the waves were quite far away from him. But Song was already certain that the boat the original owner was on was probably involved in an accident. He was washed up on the island by the sea, and he might not be the only one who was washed up.
Song Que put all his things back into his backpack, looked at the sky, and began to think about whether to find food or his companions first.