The courtyard is deep, and the location of this mansion is relatively remote. It is not as lively as other places, and there is no gathering of forces from all sides. The bright moon in the sky is cast into the small wine glass. As the wine continues to sway, the shallow The fluctuations seem to reflect people's state of mind.
After drinking all the wine in the cup, Nie Guipeng sighed softly.
Su Qiaoqiao, who was sitting next to him, casually picked up the wine bottle, added a glass of wine to him, and then said softly: "You are already here, why are you sighing?"
"The purpose of cultivating immortals is to have great freedom, but who would have thought that there would be such a situation where you can't help yourself at any time."
Nie Guipeng expressed his emotions. Judging from his tone, he mostly smiled bitterly and complained very little. Those expressions of helplessness were not so much resignation as fate, but still a bit taken for granted.
Knowing the complicated thoughts in her Taoist companion's heart, Su Qiaoqiao just smiled and said nothing. Even though it was difficult for her to feel the same as Nie Guipeng, she still decided to follow Nie Guipeng to the end, no matter what Nie Guipeng had. No matter what decision you make, no matter where you go, she will follow you.
This small round stone table was placed in the courtyard, and three round stone chairs were placed around the stone table. The person sitting on the third stone chair finally spoke after a continuous silence.
"Some people are involuntarily asking for it. Just like ignoring their own limits and forcing things that don't belong to them, they are asking for trouble. Unfortunately, the person involved never understands."
Nie Guipeng and Su Qiaoqiao looked at each other and remained silent. They knew who Wu Lei was referring to, but precisely because they knew, they didn't say much. Too many words would lead to mistakes.
Even if you know some things, they are not appropriate to say.
Su Qiaoqiao filled another wine glass with wine and handed it to Wu Lei.
"Senior brother, you have been sitting there and not talking since just now. It's rare to get together now, so why not just have a drink or two."
Wu Lei picked up the wine glass and smelled it, frowned, looked at Nie Guipeng who was raising the wine glass towards him with eyes full of disapproval, shook his head and said, "Why do you like such messy things?"
"Wine is an ancient mirror, it can tear open a little person's heart."
Nie Guipeng gently touched Wu Lei's wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "You must drink freely when you raise your glass. When did you become coy and shy like a mother-in-law?"
As if he couldn't stand Nie Guipeng's excitement, Wu Lei also drank it all in one gulp, but the spicy taste in his mouth really made him a little bit shy. Seeing that Su Qiaoqiao wanted to give him more wine, he waved his hand.
Su Qiaoqiao had no choice but to smile and pour it into Nie Guipeng's wine glass. However, she saw Nie Guipeng grab the wine bottle and fill it up for Wu Lei before pouring it for himself.
Wu Lei stared at him.
Nie Guipeng said proudly: "This is the wine that senior brother poured for you."
Wu Lei stared at the wine for a while, then suddenly picked it up, drank it in one gulp, and squeezed it, causing the wine glass to turn into powder and disperse.
"Waste! Waste!"
Nie Guipeng shook his head and drank one glass after another.
"It's not a fairy spirit wine, it's just a dirty thing in the world. Drinking too much is useless."
"Only wine in the human world has a soul, wine from the Immortal Family..." Nie Guipeng thought for a moment and thought of a very appropriate description, so he casually said, "Just like the smelly stone in the Immortal Veins, hard and stubborn."
Now there are people who want to fight for the smelly stone in the immortal veins, and they are also some important figures, including their master sect - Qingyang sect.
Wu Lei said with a stern face: "He wants to fight for everything, and wants the best in everything, but every time he fights, the timing is the most inappropriate. He..."
Nie Guipeng waved his hand to stop Wu Lei from speaking any more, then shook his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then said after a long time: "Some words are not what you should say, and they are not what we can listen to, even if we all know it, He is your master after all, don’t mention those things again.”
Wu Lei fell silent.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn. Su Qiaoqiao forced a smile and poured Nie Guipeng a full glass of wine. As if to change the subject, she said casually: "It's been so long, there are some things that really don't need to be mentioned. , it’s best...to forget it.”
Nie Guipeng raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp, shook his head, chuckled, and said softly: "Forget it, unless you are drunk."
It's just the wine in this world that won't make you drunk.
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"I have a jug of good wine, do you want to try it?"
When Lu Yan came to the courtyard with a large jar of wine, Gu Chen and Wu Tiao were sitting on the ground, breathing and practicing. After hearing this, they both stood up. The jar of wine had not yet been opened, but the aroma of the wine was already overflowing.
Gu Chen hesitated for a moment and said, "I prefer drinking tea."
In particular, the agarwood tea at Qingyangmen, although it was produced at Yanhui Peak, was most memorable to Gu Chen only when he drank it with Qingyangzi on Donglai Peak.
Lu Yan was stunned, and then said with an angry smile: "Hey Gu Chen, I brought out a rare good thing to share with you, but you dislike it. This thing can't be found anywhere else. Do you really don't want it?"
Wu Tiao twitched his nose, capturing the aroma of the wine spreading in the air. It was strong and mellow, and he couldn't help but want to taste it. He quickly asked: "Where does this spiritual wine come from? It tastes so good. ! Senior brother, the spirit wine itself can stimulate the energy of the meridians and promote cultivation. It’s rare that Senior Brother Lu wants to invite you. It would be a pity not to drink it. "
"Spiritual wine? I can't afford it!"
Lu Yan casually placed the jar of wine on the ground, then sat down and opened it. The strong aroma of the wine spread out uncontrollably. Lu Yan flicked it, and a Yuanli shield sealed the courtyard. To prevent the aroma of the wine from wafting out, three more bowls were placed and each was filled to the top.
"This is human wine, but mortals cannot drink it."
Wu Tiao twitched his nose vigorously, and was deeply fascinated by the aroma of the wine. This kind of wine was extraordinary, but Lu Yan's words made him a little confused.
"Because this jar of wine has been brewing for one hundred and eighty years, and no one can drink it. Those mortals will turn into immortals if they take even a small sip, and go to hell."
Wu Tiao's eyes widened, not because of Lu Yan's rough description, but because of the age of the wine.
"The Demon Cult controls all walks of life in the world, accumulates a large amount of human wealth, controls the lifeblood of the people, and can easily determine the rise and fall of a dynasty..." Gu Chen pondered, saying words that had nothing to do with this jar of wine, and quickly realized, He scratched his head and said, "Mortals only have a lifespan of a hundred years, and they will not be able to enjoy the wine brewed at this age. The wine will be buried in the ground for longer than their lifetimes. In the end, they must respect the cultivators of immortality."
Not only Wu Tiao, but also Lu Yan's eyes widened this time. Gu Chen was a little confused and asked why.
Lu Yan sighed and said, "This wine is not brewed by mortals, but by immortal cultivators."
Gu Chen was startled and asked as if to confirm: "A cultivator of immortals, brew this kind of human wine?"
Lu Yan nodded and said: "Although human wine is not as beneficial to spiritual practice as the immortal wine, it is the most beautiful thing in the world for people who like wine. It just so happens that there are many such drunkards in our sect, but in the human world How can that kind of ordinary wine satisfy them? And fine wine cannot be produced in a short time. Mortals do not have such longevity and cannot see the results they want, so naturally they will not have the patience and perseverance to deal with it. Only those who can spend so much time on a jar of wine are immortal cultivators."
Gu Chen nodded. This made sense, but there were still some things that he couldn't figure out.
"This jar of wine is not all left over from 180 years ago. To make a 180-year-old wine, in addition to the wine of that year, new wine from each year needs to be added to the mix. , lasting for one hundred and eighty years, the mellowness of the ancient wine and the vitality of the new wine are combined, and this wine can be brewed. Otherwise, no matter how good the wine is, if it is left unattended, it will be in the wine jar within twenty years. How can it be turned into wine if it is dry and not a drop remains? But immortal cultivators think highly of themselves, so who is willing to do such ordinary and useless things?"
Lu Yan's thoughts seemed to be triggered. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled and said: "This is a wine that only our Demon Cult has."
“Good wine!”
Gu Chen picked up the bowl and took a sip, his face turned red due to choking, and after coughing several times, he frowned and murmured at the top of his voice, causing Lu Yan and Wu Tiao to look at him and smile.
