Chapter 190 Dragon's saliva

The owner explained with a smile: "This cup is made of gentian wood. It has a natural fragrance. When poured into the wine, the wine will penetrate into the texture of the wood and mixed with the gentian, it emits a unique fragrance."

"Oh, is there such a saying?" Even if he is a well-researched wine culture. Nanke was also stunned. He had never heard of it.

"Longjianmu, have you heard of it?" Phil. Nanke asked everyone.

Everyone shook their heads.

"So, what is dragon saliva?" Phil. Nanke continued to ask questions.

While serving wine for everyone, the owner said, "There is a beautiful legend when it comes to the angum. It is said that there was a creature called dragon in ancient China. The dragon lives in the lake. If it soars into the sky, it can bring the water from rivers and lakes into the sky, so there will be rain in the world.

The dragon's body is full of treasures, especially its saliva. It is said that the dragon's saliva has a strange fragrance, which can not only relieve poisons, but also prolong life. Some greedy humans tried their best to kill the dragon in order to get the dragon saliva. Later, the dragon fell in love with a beautiful human woman. It often turns into a beautiful man and a beloved girl. Finally, one day, the whereabouts of the dragon were discovered by human beings. Humans forced the girl to tell the place where the dragon was hiding, and the girl vowed not to obey. Later, the cruel human hanged the girl on a tree.

At night, the dragon came to the girl's side. In order to save his beloved girl, the dragon spit out all his saliva. Without saliva, the dragon can't survive. When the resurrected girl saw the dead dragon, she held the dragon's body and cried sadly. Her tears dried and blood flowed from her eyes. Her blood dyed the tree red. Later, the desperate girl sank into the lake with the dragon in her arms.

One day, a passing businessman passed by the tree. He found the blood-red and fragrant tree, because the dragon's saliva and the girl's blood dripped on the tree.

The man cut down the tree and took it home. He is a farmer with large grapes. There is a long worker in his family who is a skilled craftsman who is good at making wood. With the consent of the farmer, the long man made the wood into a bucket, and the remaining corners were made into seven cups. One year, there was a bumper harvest of grapes, and there was no place to fill too many grapes. The farmer took the wooden barrels in the corner to fill the grapes. Who knows, this bucket of grapes has been forgotten. I don't know how many years passed, and I don't know if it was the descendants of the farmer. They found the sealed wooden barrel and opened it.

When the wooden barrel was opened, the fragrance rose to the sky and could be smelled thousands of miles, and the fragrance floated in the air for a long time. It turns out that the bucket of grapes has melted into **. The farmer's descendants tasted **, and he found that this ** was particularly delicious and had the taste of grapes. Since then, he has specially used wooden barrels to store grapes. Gradually, after processing and improvement, he finally made a superb wine, which he named. This man is my ancestor, a brewer from the East. His name is Longyu.

"Wow, it's a sad and beautiful story!"

"Lovely love!"

"Long saliva wine is really the best!"

"Your ancestors are amazing. You must be the descendant of the dragon!"

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While drinking wine, everyone is talking about what the protagonist has encountered, and there are people who praise love and loyalty...

Ye Feng fell into meditation. He is Chinese, and of course he has heard the story of the dragon. He knows more that the Chinese have been known as the descendants of dragons since ancient times. However, he has never heard of the stories of "dragon beak wood" and "dragon bead wine", and the story comes from a Greek. Ye Feng doubted the authenticity of the story. A story spread through the mouths of several people, and when it came to the last person's ears, it was completely changed. Legend has it that it is rumored.

Fell. Nanke gave a thumbs up and said, "What I admire most is the brewer. Your ancestors are amazing. You can make strangers taste this excellent wine, and you are even more amazing!"

"I'm flattered." The host smiled shyly, and he enthusiastically brewed wine for everyone. Everyone was full of praise while clinking their glasses. Soon, a bucket of "longjiu" bottomed out.

The owner said, "Even if it is a good wine, it must be tasted and know how to taste it. My alley is deep and has always been patroned by people. Guests can taste my wine, and I think I am also a predestined person. If you look up to me, just take this set of cups!"

"What, are you going to give me the cup?" First, a trace of joy flashed in his amber eyes, followed by surprise. Phil. Nanke thought he had heard it wrong.

"Not bad." The owner nodded.

"Thank you so much!" Phil. Nanke was so happy that he gave the scorpion a wink, and the scorpion threw out a large pile of US money.

"Your guest, this is your fault." The owner sank his face and said, "My cup is only given to predestined people, not for sale. If the distinguished guest looks down on my object, I might as well not send it.

"This..." Fell. Nanke's face turned red, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Ye Feng stood up in a hurry, stuffed the stack of U.S. money back to the scorpion, and then turned to Phil. Nanke said, "There is an old saying in our Chinese that 'good wine toasts your confidants, and gives swords to heroes.' The boss looks up to you and regards you as a confidant. What's wrong with you taking out the money?

"Oh, boss, he has a lot of money. What is this money? You'd better accept it." Rose was anxious when she saw that the boss refused to accept the money, because she wanted to kill Phil fiercely. Nanke.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, it's really my fault." After listening to Ye Feng's words, Phil. Nanke suddenly realized that he hurriedly got up and bowed.

"You... stingy!" Rose stamped her feet angrily.

"I can't do it, I can't do it. The distinguished guests look up to my workshop and often come to drink." The host hurriedly returned the gift.

"That's it. I will always come to talk about it in the future." Phil. Nanke thanked repeatedly.

After everyone drank well, the set of bloody cups was put into the suitcase by the scorpion. Phil. Nanke thanked the owner again and again, and the group surrounded Qier and Ye Feng and left the brewing workshop. As everyone walked, they also talked excitedly. Some praised the fragrance of wine, some praised the host's kindness, and some were touching stories... Everyone actually forgot to listen to Rose about the arms smuggling case of Ann's Shipping Group Company.

After walking for a while, Pluto suddenly said, "Why don't we bring some such delicious wine?"

"Yes, why didn't I think it was the best wine I had ever drunk in my life?" Pluto's words reminded Phil. Nanke.

"Where is it? It has been drunk by you greedy cats." Rose said dissatisfiedly.

"There should be more. How can we drink a bucket so quickly? Besides, won't the owner leave some for himself to drink such an expensive wine? Let's go and get a bottle." Locke said.

"Is this... okay?" Phil. Nanke hesitated.

"You... are so greedy!" Rose gave several men big white eyes.

"Let's go and have a look. There should be more." Locke kept insinuing it.

"It's good. Wait, scorpions, protect them. I'll ask for a bottle. Let's go!" Phil. Nanke pulled Locke, and the two walked back.

"Boss, you should still have your saliva. Can you make another bottle for us?" As soon as he entered the door of the brewing workshop, Locke shouted inside.

"Precious guest, are you buying wine?" An old man in a thick cloth came out with curly black hair.

"Where's the boss?" Phil. Nanke asked, "I don't know if you still have any longing wine here? It's the kind of saliva we just drank. With that, he glanced around. He found that there was only an old man and a worker in the workshop.

Is it wrong? Phil. Nanke looked at Locke and Locke looked at Phil. Nanke. Two people looked at each other in con's face. Then, they saw the table at the door, the mahogany table, where everyone was sitting drinking. However, the color of this table is much darker, and the edges are damaged. It seems to be some years old.

The old man said, "I'm the boss here. My workshop is called Longyu Winery. However, the dragon saliva wine has been lost for a long time, and I can't make dragon saliva wine in my generation. Look, my workshop is going to close down.

"How come?" Phil. Nanke's eyes widened.

Rock pulled Rafer. Nanke's sleeve pointed to the wall and said, "Look, what is that?"

Fell. Nanke looked up, which shocked him in a cold sweat. What did he see? There is a portrait hanging on the wall. Looking at the age, the portrait seems to have been around for some years, the edges of the frame have been worn out, and the paper has long been yellowed. However, you can still see the people in the portrait clearly. The person on the portrait is none other than the master who just entertained them to drink - the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and kind eyebrows.

"brush", cold sweat along Phil. Nanke's forehead flowed straight down, and even if he was a Hobby star, he didn't react for a moment.

The old man saw the portrait following the eyes of the two guests. He sighed and said, "He is my ancestor's saliva. Because the saliva wine he made was too delicious, in the end, the salivary wine was selected as the royal holy wine of the palace for the royal family to drink. However, there is only one cask, and it takes a long time to make it. The ancestors could not make enough saliva wine, so they could not meet the needs of the royal family. As a result, they annoyed the people in power. Almost all the members of Long Yu's clan were killed in vain, leaving only me as a descendant. Since then, there has been no more saliva in the world.

Fell. Nanke and Locke were stunned. Locke smacked his tongue, Phil. Nanke licked his lips, and the fragrance of "dragon saliva" was still lingering on the tip of his tongue. What the hell is going on? The two looked at each other and then bowed to the portrait together.

"Do you remember what you just said?" Locke asked Phil. Nanke.

"Of course I remember." Phil. Nanke said to the old man, "Don't you have wine here? Give me a bottle."

The old man waved his hand, and the worker walked into the room and came out with a large bottle of purple **.

"This is the only bottle. After selling this bottle, my workshop will be closed." The old man said sadly.

"Don't, don't close the door in a hurry. I want to taste your wine first. Maybe it's the taste of longing wine. Phil. Nanke patted the bottom of the bottle with a crisp sound, and the cork flew away.

"Gugudu...", Phil. Nanke took the wine bottle and poured it into his throat and drank more than half of the bottle. Then he wiped his lips, raised his thumb and said, "Good wine, good wine! This is the real gentian wine. How do you say it's lost? Scorpion, scorpion..."

"You drink too much, the scorpion is not here." Locke said annoyly. He found Phil. Nanke's face has turned red.

"That's right, boss, your workshop can't be closed because your wine is so delicious. I have all the drinks in your workshop. I want as much as you can make. Here, this is my business card.

"Pa", Phil. Nanke threw out a delicate card printed with a string of English: Fair, Chairman and President of Mirsis Airlines. Nanke, there is also a string of numbers below, which are several phone numbers of the company.

"When it's ready, just call me and Phil. Nanke.

"Thank you, thank you! Longyu Winery has been saved, and Longyu Winery has been saved!" The old man cried with joy.

"Putong", the old man knelt in front of the portrait, kowtowed and muttered, "Blessings to our ancestors, bless our ancestors, the sign of the Longji Restaurant can finally be hung up again."

The footsteps are slightly staggering, Phil. Nanke was a little drunk and hazy. He held a wine bottle in one hand and Locke's shoulder in the other, and the two walked out of the door.

Locke turned his head and looked at the portrait on the wall, and the person on the portrait smiled at him. Oh my God! What's going on? Locke suddenly turned around and followed, and his heart pounded wildly.

"What are you nervous about? Aren't you death?" Phil. Nanke has heard Locke's heartbeat.

"Why on earth do you think this is? Are we in a fantasy before? However, I obviously drank wine, and even now there is still a fragrance in my mouth.

Fell. Nanke smiled and said, "Isn't it a fantasy? Don't you understand if you go to see the box in the scorpion's hand? I dare say that there must be a lot of seven cups lying in it.

"Are you so sure?" Locke looked at Phil puzzledly. Nanke.

"I didn't react until just now, thinking that I had seen a ghost. Now I understand that when we walked to the winery, the time and space opened, and we were instantly transferred back to the past.

"Time and space have opened?" Locke suddenly stopped, "Why did the time and space road open? What's wrong with the instantaneous transfer?

"Is it the key of time and space? It's bad, something big is going to happen!" Phil. Nanke patted his thigh and then woke up.

"Is it Will?" Locke was shocked.

"Go!" Phil. Nanke held a wine bottle in one hand and dragged Locke to run with the other.

Fell. While running, Nanke explained: "The key of time and space can not only open the way of time and space, but also have the function of instantaneous transfer. That is to say, an object arrives from one place to another in a very short time, which may be far from the original place, and of course, it may still be still in place. Do you remember the underwater magnetic levitation aerial chariot? When I took you and Xiao to the bottom of the sea to replenish energy with the flying dragon chariot, you disappeared. You are missing because the energy of Magnetolite activates the crystal energy system. In that case, you are within the range of energy fluctuations, so you are instantly transferred. It's just that you have been transferred elsewhere, and the xiao has stayed where you are.

"So that's it, I understand." Locke remembered. That "transfer" was hit by Zeus' "Thunder Wrath" and almost died.