Dragon Kingdom, Zuiquan Mountain.
It was night, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting bright moonlight, and mottled the ground through the lush branches and leaves. When a gust of wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed and rustled.
"Bang!" At this moment, a black shadow fell from a hundred-year-old tree, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground broke the originally silent mountain atmosphere and startled several turtledoves.
After a while, the figure slowly stood up from the tree.
He first looked up at Haoyue above his head, then he looked around, and murmured in a bewildered expression:
"Where am I? I... Who the hell am I!"
"Hi!" While speaking, the man suddenly hiccupped, and the strong smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.
Through the moonlight, it can be seen that the man's face was flushed, obviously he had drunk too much alcohol, and at this moment he even forgot who he was and where he was.
After standing still and thinking for a while, the man scratched his head, but found that he still couldn't think of any useful information.
He tried to touch himself, and found that there was nothing but the clothes on his body and the wine gourd hanging around his waist.
So he reached out and took off the wine gourd hanging from his waist, and shook it. Suddenly, the "ding dong" sound of liquid sloshing also aroused the desire in his heart.
Then he pulled out the stopper, sniffed it lightly, and couldn't help but take a few big gulps to himself.
The mellow wine entered his throat, and he felt as if the blood in his body was ignited, rushing through his body, and then he fell down magnificently again, and then he snored 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 dazed, apparently he hadn't woken up yet.
Just like last night, he first murmured "Who am I and where am I", and then began to observe himself, and then his attention fell on the flagon again.
But this time, there was no more wine in the jug, and the man failed to drink it.
Just sitting in meditation, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he gradually remembered who he was.
"So my name is Qu Zui, what a good name, ha ha!" Qu Zui, who hadn't sobered up yet, murmured with a smile.
After sitting like this for a while, memories came flooding back. At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and then he got up decisively from the ground, hurriedly walked up the mountain road beside him, and ran towards the top of the mountain.
"Oops, oops, my wine!"
Although Qu Zui seemed to be in his forties or fifties, when he went up the mountain, he walked like flying. He could cross three or four steps every time he kicked his legs, and walked quickly towards the top of the mountain.
After traveling for about half an hour, Qu Zui suddenly changed direction when he was approaching the top of the mountain, and rushed towards the waterfall beside him.
When he came to the edge of the cliff, he stepped on his feet hard, and his figure took off like a swallow, directly passed through the waterfall in the rapids, and crashed into the back of the waterfall.
The scene of hitting the cliff as imagined 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 the feet were full of flowers, the interior was full of vitality.
After entering the Water Curtain Cave, Qu Zui hurriedly ran forward, turned around several forks, and came to an open space.
"Ah! My wine!"
Qu Zui let out a hysterical scream when he saw the red-hot iron pot on the open space.
Holding the possibility of one out of ten thousand, Qu Zui hurriedly approached the iron pot, lowered his head and stared into the iron pot with wide eyes, as if hoping that there would still be some unevaporated wine left.
However, the fact is that there is not a single drop of liquid 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 down on the ground, feeling that there was no hope in his life.
He brewed this pot of wine for three years, three years!
During the period, it went through repeated steps of fermentation, mixing, distillation, pouring into clear mountain springs, flame refining, etc. 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 searched the entire Zuiquan Mountain and found all kinds of rare medicinal materials to blend into it, which can be described as painstaking.
But at this moment, everything has come to nothing...
Thinking of the experience of the previous few days, Qu Zui couldn't help but want to slap himself twice.
Just three days ago, when this jug of new wine was about to be successfully brewed, he happily prepared to drink two sips of wine to celebrate.
As a result, I couldn't stop drinking it.
During this period, Qu Zui got drunk three times and woke up three times, all in a dazed posture, an endless loop.
At this moment, if the liquor in the jug hadn't been drunk, Qu Zui felt that maybe he could go on indefinitely...
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 wine for three years, just to keep himself from getting confused.
He also hangs a wine gourd around his waist every day to get rid of his eye addiction.
Such restraint is not because he has strong self-control, but because Lingquan wine is his lifelong dream, and it is a special wine making method that generations of their Qu family have been trying.
According to the records of their Qu family, they used to be people in the cultivation world, and they had brewed countless very famous spirit wines.
Although it is now the Dharma-ending age and the aura is exhausted, their Qu family lineage has not weakened. Instead, they have found a brand-new path to make themselves different from ordinary people in this Dharma-ending age.
Hundred Flowers Fitness Wine, Tiger Blood Muscle and Bone Wine, Guishou Wine, etc...
Even if the aura is exhausted, their Qu family lineage still has a way of brewing wine to strengthen their body combined with the end of the Dharma era.
In fact, Qu Zui seemed to be forty or fifty years old, but his actual age was already close to a hundred years old. All this was also the miraculous effect brought about by these special liquors.
And the "Lingquan wine" he brewed this time is the best wine among the wines inherited from the Qu family, except for those wines that need spiritual energy to brew. After drinking this wine, not to mention prolonging the life span of more than ten years, the physical fitness can be condensed, so that all diseases will not invade.
So for Qu Zui, for the sake of this pot of good wine, so what if he endured him for three years!
During his three-year brewing career, although Qu Zui thought about giving up countless times, he finally gritted his teeth and survived.
However, just three days ago, when the dream was about to come true, Qu Zui had the urge to drink two sips to celebrate.
And he felt that he had been holding back for three years. Although he hadn't given up drinking, it had been three years, and now he could at least restrain 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, Qu Zui got carried away, everything was forgotten, and there was only one thought in his mind.
Drink, drink to your heart's content, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, regardless of whether it will be right or wrong tomorrow!
Drinking, what you want is the mood of being intoxicated in it, what is wine, once you get drunk, you can relieve your worries, don't be fascinated, how can you get drunk, and how can you be happy!
Qu Zui felt that his idea at the time was very good, very nice, in line with the consistent thinking of the descendants of the Qu family when they drink, and the orthodox descendants are undoubtedly.
But now he wants to blow his head off!
This sleep lasted for three days, and he worked hard for three years, and the "Spirit Spring Wine" that was about to be successfully brewed was wiped out, not even a drop was left, and he didn't even taste it.
Thinking of this, he fell to the ground decadently, his eyes gradually becoming dull.
loveless...