"Bitter apricot, ginkgo, drunken peach, dried jasmine fruit, thousand-year-old ginseng, Tongxuancao, ginseng fruit, exquisite fruit, five-hundred-year-old Polygonatum japonica, you said that so many ingredients have been added, there are many better than this in the world wine!"
In the Wanshou Pavilion, the old man fell into doubt.
But Zhang Xuezhou's expression couldn't be faked. The other party spoke very naturally, and it was absolutely impossible for him to lie about this kind of thing.
He raised the wine bottle and asked, which immediately made Zhang Xuezhou wave his hands.
"You don't know how to make wine." Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said: "No matter how many and precious things are added to the wine, it only improves the efficacy of the wine. The taste of winemaking is more related to the craftsmanship."
"in this way?"
"At first glance, it seems that the filtration of this kind of fruit wine was not thorough, and the sterilization effect was not good enough, which caused the fruit wine to ferment and deteriorate." Zhang Xuezhou said: "If this kind of wine is left for a while, I'm afraid it won't be drinkable."
"What is sterilization?"
"Sterilization is..."
When Zhang Xuezhou unknowingly used content from the real world to explain, he couldn't help but find it difficult to explain what bacteria are to people in this world.
"You know, there is a small bacteria in many things, which can cause decay and even maggots and worms," Zhang Xuezhou said, "just like those rotting corpses."
"So this is the fungus," the old man nodded.
"Yes." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "But these bacteria are too small, too small for our eyes to see clearly. It would have to be magnified hundreds of times to be able to see such a small amount!"
"Zoom in!" The old man nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then how to sterilize it?"
"High temperature can sterilize it," Zhang Xuezhou replied: "And it needs to be sealed in time. After all, there are many bacteria in the air, and bacteria can be mixed in by accident."
"I see!"
"Fozi, why are you interested in brewing wine?"
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the old man and felt that the relevant content he asked was a bit off topic.
Under normal circumstances, the two of you should have a drink and then discuss each other's feelings after taking the fruit wine to see if they have strengthened their spiritual consciousness.
Zhang Xuezhou shook his head a little dizzy, and it was difficult to judge whether this fruit wine was really effective.
"Because I found a brewery here," the old man whispered: "There are some medicinal materials that are being soaked and boiled. Our kind of fruit wine is not good, but as long as we know how to make wine, wouldn't we make some fruit wine? very good."
"You told me that there was no one in this secret place, so I followed you in." Zhang Xuezhou muttered: "But there are not only people in this place, but also very powerful people. Let's leave after the illusion array disappears, so as not to He was caught, had his head chopped off and fed to a drunken peach tree."
"You don't want the medicine to refine your consciousness?"
The old man shook the wine bottle and poured another glass of fruit wine for Zhang Xuezhou.
"I can guarantee that as long as you can brew good fruit wine, it will definitely be good for your spiritual consciousness," the old man said.
"Brewing takes time, and it won't be ready for a while. Let's not do this kind of thing. Just pick up some of this fruit wine." Zhang Xuezhou shook his body and waved his hands: "I think it's a bit too much to drink two more glasses of this spoiled fruit wine." Effect."
"..."
The old man looked at Zhang Xuezhou who was too drunk.
The other party was still thinking about leaving Kunlun Ruins even though his body was swaying, so he couldn't help but persuade him to drink two more glasses of wine.
After Zhang Xuezhou staggered and fell down, the old man clapped his hands.
"Emperor!"
In the mist, an old man wearing a red robe appeared in response to the call, and then bowed and saluted.
"The people who took Yin and Zhunti sneaked into Kunlun." The old man said: "His consciousness may have been injured. You go and give him two earth spirit fruits."
"Do you need to come forward?" the old man in red robe asked.
"There is no need to show up, just give him something and let him transfer out of the Xiao Liu Cheng Frightening Heart Formation!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
The old man in red robe accepted the order, and then glanced curiously at the drunk Zhang Xuezhou before stepping on the clouds and leaving.
"The Jiuzhen wine I brew is one of the best in the world. It is sweet and fragrant in the mouth and has an endless aftertaste. You actually said it is much better than my Jiuzhen wine!"
The old man glanced at the drunk Zhang Xuezhou.
His kind-hearted look suddenly gained a bit of supreme majesty, and a golden light appeared behind him, making the person suddenly brighter.
"It doesn't matter if I can't beat anyone. I can even be compared with others in brewing wine. Am I really that depressed?"
"Emperor, that boy must be lying. How can there be any way in this world that the wine brewed by you is better than yours?" A voice shouted in the golden light: "Your brewing skills are unparalleled in the world!"
"Wine is a way to pass the time. Others don't make wine, which makes my wine-making skills appear superb!"
The emperor hissed.
He glanced at the golden light behind him, and in the golden light a black bird opened its mouth and shouted.
But it was no different from him. There were only a few black feathers left on Golden Crow's body. He had also entered his twilight years and was even a little listless, looking lifeless.
This made his eyes look a little more sad.
"Another reason why the wine I brew is good is that I am willing to use heavy medicine. No one is as squandering as I am. It does not mean that no one can compare to me." The emperor whispered: "If someone surpasses me in terms of craftsmanship, it will lead to It probably doesn’t come as a surprise that it tastes better.”
"The brewing pit we use to make wine is made of Yunying, the container that holds the wine is Arhat bamboo, the container that contains the wine is a precious jade bottle, and the container that drinks the wine is a glass cup. How could anyone surpass us in craftsmanship?"
"Jinwu, craftsmanship is not the same as brewing equipment," the emperor corrected.
"But without our brewing equipment, how can others beat us in craftsmanship?"
In the golden light, the black bird known as the Golden Crow roared in rebuttal.
No matter how good the technology is, it still requires high-quality brewing materials, not to mention various devices needed for brewing.
In the Kunlun Mountains, Dijun's many brewing devices are rare in the world, and any piece you take out is a treasure.
Top-notch material consumption and top-notch brewing equipment also create top-notch wine.
Jinwu found it hard to believe that other people had better wine, and felt that there was no way in the world that could bridge the gap, or produce more delicious wine.
"A thousand days in the mountains, a thousand years in the world." The emperor shook his head and said: "The progress of civilization will bloom at an extremely rapid rate of change over time. Perhaps the changes in the outside world make it difficult for us to adapt." The emperor suddenly seemed to have lost his way.
"Speaking of the outside world, that little dragon lured my child out and beat him to death. We haven't finished it yet." Jinwu glanced at the emperor secretly, and then said loudly: "Should we capture Zhu Jiuyin and make it into medicine?" Scumbag!"
"With Zhu Shiyin dead, this matter is over," the emperor shook his head.
"I'm really unwilling to do so," Jinwu yelled, "As soon as I saw his pair of yin and yang eyes, I wanted to catch him. This dead traitor is too unworthy of a son of a man."
"He just doesn't want to wait for death slowly with us in Kunlun," the emperor said, "Everyone has his own ambitions. His leaving Heavenly Court is not considered a betrayal."
"But that dead traitor is still attacking our country," Jinwu shouted.
"Without the Eastern Land, the rest of the country will be in disarray and it will be difficult to make a weapon. Just fight." The emperor shook his head and said: "He is just angry that his spare body was destroyed. It is understandable to vent some anger."
"But my son was also beaten to death" Jinwu shouted.
"If you don't have a son, you still have a grandson." The emperor said: "Without the Holy Son, a natural mutant like Zhu Jiuyin will really have no descendants, and he will die soon!"
"When you put it like that, I feel that this revenge has been completely avenged, and it seems that Zhu Jiuyin has gained a lot!"
Jinwu shook his head.
He just felt that the blood feud of losing his son seemed to be nothing.
He lost a son, but Zhu Jiuyin not only lost his holy son, but also lost his way of surviving. It would not be an exaggeration to say that one body had two lives, and there was no need to go to the Holy Land of Evil Luoschuan for revenge.
When he thought about it, the golden light emitted from his body became a little stronger, and the few remaining black feathers stood up happily again.
