What is the happiest thing in life
Everyone can give a different answer to this question.
But the answer must be the strongest desire in that person's heart.
And Qu Zui's biggest desire is "wine".
He enjoys the pleasure when the wine enters his throat, and is intoxicated by the hazy beauty brought by the wine. At the moment of intoxication, his thoughts and vision are blurred, as if there is nothing but happiness.
Alcohol can bring benefits as well as many disadvantages.
But one thing remains the same. At the moment when the mind is intoxicated, the drunk person will inevitably drop all the burdens on his body and become his true self.
This is an emotional release, in such a state, good and evil are impermanent!
So the debate on wine has never stopped since ancient times.
Some people say that it is a bad thing that makes people degenerate, and then there is the theory of being drunk and making mistakes.
But some people say it's a good thing. Most of those ancient literati and ink writers left behind eternal good sentences in their intoxication. They have a long history and have added a rich touch to history and culture.
However, whether it is a drunkenness to relieve a thousand worries, or a drunkenness to make one's sorrows worse, the difference between good and bad is never 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 views are bullshit!
He drinks for one simple reason: it's delicious!
As for the accidents caused by drinking, or the sudden inspiration after drinking, in Qu Zui's opinion, there is only one reason.
Can't drink enough!
As a senior alcoholic, he has been in a state of intoxication all year round, so he knows very well what a really drunk person looks like.
In this state, lying drunk on the battlefield, or lighting up a lamp while drunk, or asking the sky for wine, are all floating clouds.
At that moment, the thoughts in my mind will become very simple:
"Who am I, where the hell am I?"
From Qu Zui's point of view, this is the real drunk, which will not disturb others, and will not have a burst 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 purely using drinking as an inducement to achieve their goals!
Drinking for profit on the wine table, drinking for lust in the hustle and bustle of the bar, etc... In Qu Zui's view, they are all playing hooligans with wine!
And Qu Zui is such a person who really loves to drink.
He has been exposed to alcohol since he was a child, and the first time he drank was to secretly drink new wine from his father's wine tank. That was the first time he got drunk, so he fell asleep until late at night, and even forgot to go to school, so scared that his parents and teachers searched for him all day.
That was also the first time he was beaten because of "alcohol".
But after tasting the taste of the wine, Qu Zui couldn't put it down, and from time to time he would always try to steal the wine of his father and even other elders.
So he has a very simple concept of wine since he was a child, it's just delicious and he wants to drink it.
Up to now, this concept is still Qu Zui's most intuitive definition of wine.
And he brewed "Xianquan wine" after three years of hard work. During this period, he did not drink a drop of wine, just to drink the best "wine" that he had never drunk before. That's all.
So he doesn't drink for profit, not for fame, let alone for other things, he drinks simply, and drinks happily!
…
just now...
Looking at the red-hot iron pot, Qu Zui's eyes were blank, and he felt his body was hollowed out.
This feeling is as if you are a collector. When you collect the incomplete parts of a rare treasure, you spend a lot of money to buy it, and you spend a lot of energy on it. But when the treasure fragments are collected, lost...
That kind of heartache is indescribable, but enough to suffocate.
At least that's what Qu Zui felt at the moment, it was difficult to breathe at this moment, lying limply on the ground, wanting to die.
"Xianquan, Xianquan, I have been looking forward to you for three years, but why are you gone? My heart aches!"
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 making a pot of "Xianquan wine" by himself as early as 20 years ago, but he couldn't help drinking after persisting for less than a month, and finally failed.
After that, he tried several times intermittently, but all ended in failure.
After all, it was because he was too drunk.
For Qu Zui, he can go without food for a day, but he can't go without alcohol for a day.
In fact he did just that.
Because the wine he brewed was rich in nutrients, even if he didn't eat, there would be nothing wrong with his body. Instead, he was nourished by the wine brewed in a special way, and his body remained strong.
In the past three years, Qu Zui restrained himself from drinking in order to brew "Xianquan Wine", and satiated his hunger by picking wild fruits in the mountains, and occasionally went down the mountain to have a good meal in the modern city.
But three years ago, Qu Zui used wine as "meal".
Therefore, for Qu Zui, the three years of brewing Xianquan wine can be regarded as a lot of perseverance.
The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken Qu Zui got up tremblingly, staggered to the side, picked up one of the wine gourds all over the floor, shook it twice, and after confirming that there was wine in it, he unplugged it and poured it into his mouth. Take a big gulp.
The wine entered his throat, and Qu Zui's body finally stopped shaking from sadness. The alcoholism in the body that has not subsided grows again with the infusion of new wine, and the vision gradually becomes 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 after a few sips. He staggered two steps and fell heavily on the ground.
"The troubles subside, the troubles subside..." muttering, the eyelids became heavy.
Under the haze of drunkenness, Qu Zui gradually forgot the troubles at the moment.
When the wine enters the heart of sorrow, it turns into tears of lovesickness.
As for who he misses, Xianquanjiu...
After a while, there was thunderous snoring in the cave, and Qu Zui, who had just woken up for a while, fell asleep again.
In the dream, he drank the "Xianquan Wine" and even tasted the spirit wine brewed by countless ancestors. At that moment, he felt very happy. The only regret was that these wines seemed to have no taste...
The next day came in a blink of an eye, and Qu Zui fell into a dazed state again after waking up.
After smacking his mouth twice, Qu Zui asked three philosophical questions.
who I am? from where? Where to go
Hey, there is a gourd here, it looks so familiar...
Qu Zui's "Law of Dead Drunk Infinite Cycle" starts at this moment.
But the aftereffect 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 at this moment, he stretched out his hands and lifted the wine gourd in front of him away.
Immediately, Qu Zui felt a slap on the head, and a heart-penetrating coolness spread from Tian Ling Gai to his whole body, making him shiver uncontrollably, and most of the alcohol in his body subsided immediately.
The moment his eyes regained his clarity, Qu Zui found a white-haired man with a benevolent face and kind eyes standing in front of him. This man exuded a breath of dust all over his body, like a fairy, and he couldn't help but stare blankly.
As consciousness gradually recovered, Qu Zui suddenly remembered who this person was.
On the top of Fengxue Mountain, the hidden real person of Ghost Luck Sect: Seven!
He is also familiar with this person, he was once one of the good friends of his buried father when he was alive.
"Seventh head, is that you?" Thinking of this, the seven asked tentatively in a low voice.
"Exactly!" Seven said with a smile.
Hearing Qi Ming's answer, Qu Zui showed such an expression.
Actually, Qu Zui has long forgotten how long it has been since their last meeting, but at least it has been more than ten years. But from Qu Zui's point of view at this moment, the appearance of the head of the Ghost Luck Sect has not changed at all even after so many years, which really makes him feel amazing.
"Seventh head, do you have something to do with me? It is rumored that you are on the top of the snow mountain, and you will not be born if you don't realize the true meaning of cultivation
The seven heard it, but did not answer directly, but said:
"It's been more than 20 years since I left, and I've come here without any problems. This time I came here because I have something important to ask for your help!"
When Qu Zui heard this, he was even more confused:
"You want my help, seriously?"
Qu Zui is very clear about how much he weighs. Except for the brewing technology, it is completely useless, and nothing can compare with the "real person" in front of me, so I don't understand why the real person came to me.
The seven heard this and nodded with a smile:
"It's like this. There will be a brewing competition soon, and the prizes will be of great help to my cultivation, so I want you to come out and help me win this championship. I know you have the strength!"
"Wine making competition? Since when did we have this thing in the cultivation world?" Qu Zui looked very surprised.
Suddenly I felt that I had slept for too long and was confused by sleep.
As a winemaking family, he has never heard of any winemaking competitions, because in the cultivation world, except for their composers who are qualified to hold such competitions, others are not worthy!
And in the cultivation world, only their Qu family is from a family of winemakers!
Seemingly seeing Qu Zui's doubts, the seven immediately began to explain.
When Qiming explained, Qu Zui listened very carefully at first, but he was dumbfounded immediately after.
campaign? game? In-game brewing competition!
After listening to Qiming's narration, Qu Zui couldn't help muttering in a low voice:
"Seventh sect master, you are already old, and I am not young, so don't joke with me, I am in a bad mood now, and I can't laugh!"
Qu Zui's reaction was already expected by Qiming, so he immediately said:
"No amount of explanation is better than trying it yourself, let's go, I'll treat you to a good drink!"
Hearing the word "good wine", the depressed Qu Zui suddenly became excited:
"Seventh head, tell me the truth, what kind of wine is it!"
"Wood spirit wine!"
"What wine is this, why have I never heard of it?" Qu Zui was stunned.
“Great wine for the game!”
"Master Seven, I have something else to do, so I won't go!" Hearing that it was the wine in the game, Qu Zui's enthusiasm faded away, and he suddenly felt dull.
In his opinion, he is already in his nineties, and it is childish to still play any games.
And he couldn't figure out why the seven of them, who had a firm belief in cultivating the Tao, would go to play ordinary games. I'm afraid it wasn't because they had become obsessed with cultivation.
Thinking of this, Qu Zui cast a pitiful look at Qiming.
"Qu Zui, if you believe me, come with me, I will not let you down. You are a brewer, this place is very suitable for you, and I also believe that your wine making skills will shine there!" Looking at the faintly interested Qu Zui, Qiming couldn't help persuading him again.
Hearing that Qi Ming said that he was a brewer, Qu Zui couldn't help but look at the iron pot beside him, his expression suddenly became unlovable:
"I'm just an alcoholic, what kind of winemaker, I don't deserve it!"