Chapter 363 Yingquan Wine

"Good wine! Shopkeeper, another altar!"

In Jiuquan Town, an alley near the end of the town, in a maple-covered tavern, a young junior boldly drank up a jar of wine, burped with satisfaction, and shouted to the shopkeeper standing behind the counter with his eyes shining.

The latter was dressed in a green shirt, with a handsome face, and a pair of bright black eyes were particularly eye-catching. At this time, as soon as he drank a jar of wine, his face was not red and breathless, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. At a glance, he knew that he was a perpetual drinker.

This kind of drinker is very popular in the pub at all times.

"Come on! A jar of Yingquan wine!"

A shopkeeper with countless wrinkles dragged a long voice, shouted with a smile, took a jar of wine from the counter, weighing about two catties, slowly walked to the posterity table, poured a bowl, and put the wine jar on the table.

"This young hero, wine is good wine, but no matter how good wine is, it will hurt your body. Don't be greedy!" The shopkeeper whispered.

The later life first drank the light golden wine in the bowl and sighed, then opened his big eyes and said, "Shopkeeper, I'm going to another restaurant. Others can't wait for me to drink more jars. When I got to you, you asked me to drink less. Do you think I don't have the money to pay you for the wine?

The shopkeeper picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl for the younger student. He squinted at the three-foot green sword on the back student's waist and narrowed his eyes: "The young man is more worried. I see that the young man is wearing a long sword on his waist. He is so thin in this winter. The young man must be a swordsman who travels from south and north! As a swordsman, how can you rely on a little wine money from the shop?

He walked to the nearby table and sat down. The shopkeeper continued to say, "However, I heard that the young man's accent is suspected to be from the south. The wine in the shop is strong, and I'm afraid that the young man will make a mistake if he drinks too much."

"You are good at it!" Housheng's eyes lit up and suddenly asked, "Shopkeeper, I have long heard that there is a Jiuquan Town in Yongzhou. There is an ancient spring in Jiuquan Town. The spring water comes out of the spring, which is comparable to agar jade liquid. Today, it is really a good wine. However, this is obviously the wine from Jiuquan. Why do you say what kind of Yingquan wine is?

"Young man, this is a misunderstanding." The shopkeeper shook his head and pointed to the ground: "The young hero is located in Jiuquan Town, Yongzhou, and the existence of Jiuquan cannot be false, but the spring water is comparable to agar jade, which is echoed by people."

"What do you say?"

The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and brushed his beard, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes: "Young man, listen to me carefully."

"It is said that many years ago, a saint in Yongzhou rewarded a warrior and gave him ten altars of wine. The warrior was also generous and did not want to enjoy the wine alone. In order to let all the people taste the wine, he poured them into a well. Unexpectedly, the well kept coming out of good wine, so it was called Jiuquan. This is also the origin of my Jiuquan Town.

"What does Yingquan wine say?" Later, he drank all the wine in the bowl and kept the wine jar with his hands.

"I don't know when there was no good wine in the wine spring, but later people found that wine made with the water of the wine spring tastes mellow and comparable to the jade liquid, which is mouth-watering. In addition, the wine in Jiuquan Town is made from local grains, which are steamed and brewed nine times. The wine is clear and fragrant, and the reputation of the wine has spread all over Kyushu.

"So it is..." The later life nodded, and his eyes suddenly flashed: "Shopkeeper, let's talk about the point! This wine is obviously brewed from the spring water of Jiuquan. It makes sense to say that it is Jiuquan wine. Why is it Yingquan wine?

"Don't worry, wait for the little old man to talk about it in detail." The shopkeeper brushed his beard, and a nostalgic look flashed in his eyes: "Three years ago, the wine in Jiuquan Town was still called Jiuquanjiu. Although the name is inconspicuous, it also represents the reputation of Jiuquan Town. Until later, a talented man came to Jiuquan Town and drank the wine of my Jiuquan Town. Under the wine, he recited a poem, and the name of the wine of Jiuquan Town was changed.

"A talented son?" Later, he was stunned.

"Yes, it's just talented!" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up and spoke faster: "The young man's name is Jingyun. He is a scholar in Yangzhou. He may have been too tall, but if he says wine tasting, no one in the world is better!"

When he said this, a wave of admiration surged in the shopkeeper's eyes.

"Amazing cloud? Why are you a little familiar?"

Later, he was stunned and casually asked, "What poem did Mr. Jingyun do? Can you let the boy listen to it?"

"Why not?" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up and suddenly stood up. Behind his hands, he looked up at the ceiling, and his eyes became deep. Although it is already the elephant of the old Mailong bell, it seems that it is also quite romantic and unrestrained at this time.

Later, I was born with a straight face and listened attentively.

"If the sky doesn't love wine, the wine star is not in the sky. If the land does not love wine, there should be no wine spring. Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven. I have heard that Qing is more holy than Sheng, and the road is as virtuous as virtuous. Since the sage has drunk, there is no need to ask for immortals. Three cups connect the road, and one fights with nature. But if you have fun in wine, don't pass it on for those who wake up.

More than 70 words were sprinkled, and were recited by the shopkeeper. In a faint way, the later life seemed to see a refreshing figure drinking alone under the moon.

"Good poem!" The later student praised with shining eyes, looked up and poured a sip of wine, and then shouted: "Good wine!"

"What a Yingquan wine!!"

"The young hero's words are true." The shopkeeper looked proud, just like the poem he made.

"The shopkeeper is also a good drinker. At this time, there is no one to spare, so it's better to sit down and have a few drinks together. Boy Linshang, from Yangzhou, dares to ask the name of the shopkeeper Gao? Housheng's eyes lit up, patted the stool next to him and greeted the shopkeeper to sit down.

At this time, it was afternoon, and there were only two people in the pub, Linshang and the shopkeeper. Linshang's move would not make people disgusted.

"If the young hero is invited, it's better for the little old man to obey." The shopkeeper took another jar of wine from the counter, sat next to Linshang, poured a bowl for himself, and drank it all.

Linshang's eyes lit up and said, "The shopkeeper is old and strong, and he can drink well!"

"It's easy to say!" The shopkeeper said without modesty, "There are a lot of people in Jiuquan Town. Although the little old man is old and can't drink as much as before, it's still no problem to come to him for a few big bowls!"

said, and looked at Lin Xiang: "You are a young man. You have just drunk a jar and nine bowls. Can you continue?"

"No problem! The boy said he didn't get drunk!" Lin Shang poured another big bowl carelessly, burped, and his eyes were still clear: "Shopkeeper, don't call him a young man. Call him a boy Linzi, or you can call him by his name."

said, waving his hand with some modesty: "Young chivalrous, I'm uncomfortable to hear it."

"Good! That little old man will call you Brother Lin!" The shopkeeper drank a bowl of Yingquan wine, and his pride also rose. He patted Linshang on the shoulder and said, "Brother Lin, don't call him the little old man's shopkeeper. There are only two wine friends on this wine table, just call him Mr. Wang Lao."

"Lao Wang!"

"Brother Lin!"

"Hahaha, come on! "I respect the old king!"

"Come on! Do it!"

......

Two people, one old and one young, you give me a bowl, I give you a bowl, and you come and go. At the drinking place, there were three wine jars on the table, and four or five jars were placed on the ground.

At dusk, the two had drunk seven or eight jars! Nearly six altars entered Linshang's stomach, while others were destroyed by Wang Lao.

At this point, Mr. Wang was a little drunk. Although his body was a little shaken, his eyes were surprisingly bright. The turbidity in his original eyes could no longer be seen, and only two bright eyes showed the vastness of his youth.

"Lao Wang, is there a mountain called Kuntong nearby?" Looking at Wang Lao's appearance, Linshang did not dare to persuade him to continue drinking. Thinking of the purpose of his trip, he asked.

"Kuntong Mountain?" Mr. Wang is a little confused: "It's just a hundred miles northwest of Jiuquan Town. Brother Lin, why are you asking this?"

"What are you doing here? Although I have heard about Jiuquan's wine name for a long time, I won't run thousands of miles here for a drink!"

Remember that when I reported the news to the master, the master, Fa Xuanzhen and others waved their hands impatiently, saying that the first seat of the fifth peak of Xuantianzong was injured and wanted to be closed to recover from his wounds, and the other major disciples under the door were all closed, so the task of exploring whether the news was true was handed over to his own Youlanfeng. Linshang couldn't help rolling her eyes when she said something like her disciple.

Isn't it just that you don't want to come? With the cultivation experience of the ancestors, even the legendary Yuhuang's cave is unwilling to come!! Although this news may not be true, no one has broken the void in my cultivation world for thousands of years. Other sects have sent elites to investigate the reality like crazy, and even some small sects have arrived in Yongzhou! But Xuantianzong only sent me here. Is it too confident of me or do I treat people from other sects as fools?

"Others went eagerly, and my Xuantianzong is not cold. Isn't this obvious that my Xuantianzong has other plans..."

"Although I am also interested in Emperor Yu's cave, let me take at least a few brothers to pretend to be brave when I go out..."

"That's all, just do it yourself! If you want to fight alone, you can fight, if you want to run, there is no other extravagant hope..."

"If the news is true, there is indeed Yuhuang's cave on Kuntong Mountain, so I have to compete with others. Anyway, I have also practiced Yuhuang's skills, which is half of Yuhuang's apprentice. How can I give up half of my master's things to others for nothing?"

"If the news is false, just think you are here for sightseeing..."

"At least, Yingquan wine in Jiuquan Town is still very good..."

Looking up and drying a bowl of Yingquan wine and tasting the slightly golden wine pulp, Lin Shang's mood was slightly better: "Mr. Wang, I'm here for the sake of Kuntong Mountain. Have you ever heard of the magic of Kuntong Mountain?"

Linshang is very straightforward and honest.

After Lin Shang's words, Mr. Wang was stunned, and then his face changed. From surprise to suddenness, and from sudden to worry: "Brother Lin, I can finally see that you are not a swordsman who travels south and north, but in the sky..."

Wang Lao suddenly stopped talking and just pointed to the sky with awe.

Linshang nodded.

Old Wang took a breath. Although he didn't stand up, he looked at Linshang with a little more awe: "To be honest, Lin..."

"Brother Lin." Linshang said carelessly.

Lao Wang's body was shocked, but his heart was relieved, and the expression on his face was naturally much more: "Brother Lin, to tell you the truth, there are many fairy-like figures passing by my Jiuquan Town these days. I heard that those people are coming towards Kuntong Mountain. It is said that there is any treasure..."

"Treasure? Those people really dare to say..."

Lin Shang curled his lips and explained, "Mr. Wang, there are indeed some things in Kuntong Mountain, but it is not a treasure. For you, those things are of little use, but will bring you misfortune. But for us, it's really a treasure.

The so-called immortals fight, mortals suffer.

If there is really Yuhuang's cave on the Kuntong Mountain, many sects will definitely compete for it. At that time, each sect and the decent will not take care of it. How can they care about the lives of a few mortals?

Linshang did not dare to tell the truth, but just explained it slightly, asking Wang Lao and even the whole people of Jiuquan Town not to take risks, so as not to lose their lives in vain.

"The little old man knows it." Mr. Wang's eyes flashed a few times and saluted Linshang with a humble attitude. He was no longer as heroic as drinking a jar of wine as before.

"That's all." Seeing Mr. Wang's attitude at this time, Linshang suddenly lost the nature of continuing to drink. He shook his right hand and threw a piece of gold ingots on the table: "Mr. Lin, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he got up and took a step, and his figure disappeared in the pub and disappeared.

For a long time.

Wang Lao woke up and looked at the golden ingot on the table. His eyes were full of complexity. He turned to the direction of Kuntong Mountain and whispered:

"Brother Lin, be careful."

The voice was so light that it seemed to be afraid of the sunset at dusk.

As soon as the voice fell, there was an extremely heroic laughter in the distance. The voice was not loud, but it sounded in their ears, making people feel as hot as if they had just drunk a jar of spirits.

The voice gradually faded away, and it was not until it disappeared that Mr. Wang came to his senses.

Pick up the gold ingot and rub the upper gully...

Wang Lao laughed...

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The update was late, and my friend asked me to go for a drink... Sorry, I wanted to ask before, has anyone drunk cold liquor?