The old man surnamed Weng thought to himself: "Ten years have passed, and this boy seems to have not changed at all. He is still the high-spirited young man of the past. The words "Ten years of drinking ice will not cool the hot blood" seem to be a special expression. Used to describe people like him..."
not easy.
It’s really rare!
Among the three special skills, there was an old Taoist priest who was a master of wine. He suddenly asked: "Qiu Jin, do you still remember the wine I drank during the drinking banquet when we first met?" ,What is your name?"
Qiu Jin hesitated for a moment, then immediately responded: "Of course I remember, it's 'throat wine'. That kind of wine is so tight that when it enters the throat, it feels like a sword kissing the neck. It means that when a good man is born in the world, he will forget both life and death. No matter life or death, pour your heart and blood for the chivalrous and upright people!"
It's a good name, a good wine name.
Ling Zhen thought to himself: "The name of this wine is better than those flashy and sky-high priced drinks in Zongqinglou."
"As expected of you, I immediately remembered you."
Weng Zhongwen smiled while stroking his hands, approvingly, rubbed his hands, stood up, and walked towards the back room.
After a while, the fairy-like old man walked out again with a happy face and a smile, with a huge wine jar in his arms.
The old man laughed a few times and explained to Qiu Jin, his former close friend of life and death: "This is throat wine. To tell you the truth, I have always treasured this wine. I am reluctant to drink it during festivals. For some reason , I always feel that one day I can sit across from you and drink together again.”
Qiu Jin took the jar with a smile, helped put the wine jar on the table, joked "pretentious", and opened the lid that had been sealed for many years.
As soon as you open it, the strong aroma of wine hits your face.
Ling Zhen shivered all over.
After sifting it into a bowl and tasting it for a few times, Ling Zhen felt that this wine was indeed a top-quality wine worthy of its reputation. It was really strong. Compared with the hundreds or even thousands of wines in Zongqinglou, its taste was even better. .
It can be said that the fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste is endless.
It's like being on the battlefield, holding a sword in your hand and feeling a thrill after killing countless enemies. It's so joyful that it's hard to describe easily.
"It's refreshing! This wine is really refreshing when it enters your throat!"
Ling Zhen said with emotion.
After Weng Zhongwen drank a whole bowl of Throat Wine, he spilled two glasses of wine into the ground, in order to pay homage to the two junior brothers whose bones had been buried under the spring for many years. They died in the war at Zhou Qianjian and Dujuan Mountain in the Wanshou Mountains.
Seeing this scene, Qiu Jin frowned slightly, then faced the wine bowl again, raised his head and drank.
Time has passed and the old friend has passed away. In addition to offering wine as a sacrifice, we must not forget to avenge him.
Just as the three people in the room were immersed in drinking, a burst of noisy shouting suddenly came from outside the door.
You can tell by the shouts that the unusual visitor is not a friendly person, and he is definitely not a polite guest or relative.
Ling Zhen was in a very good mood.
Suddenly he looked at the door of the bamboo house with a strange expression on his face.
Qiu Jin was very direct, frowning and asking: "Who is that person outside? Why is he so offensive and rude?"
The old Taoist priest, who was the owner of the sword house in the forest, showed hatred in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and cursed with great dissatisfaction: "As expected, those damn bastards are here again today!"
"Who's coming?"
Qiu Jin continued to ask eagerly.
Ling Zhen was equally solemn.
"Who else can be so haunted? It's the princess of Tianluo Kingdom in the Western Region, Ye Shenji's precious daughter, Ye Yiran."
Weng Zhongwen shook his head, and then said in a deep voice with a low voice, "She came all the way to our Longshu Dynasty in order to recruit martial arts talents from all walks of life to serve her in the Luo Kingdom... Humph, the little girl is from every family , is somewhat capable, but in just half a year, she has already recruited several masters from the Central Plains! Yesterday evening, she came to me and persuaded me to follow those people, join her, and betray the country for glory. Bao Ping An, after I sternly refused, he said he would give me one more night at most to think about it. If I didn’t agree the next day, he would pick my hamstrings and hand muscles and make me a useless person. No, that’s not the case. I kept my promise and the reminder came!"
Ling Zhen was quite annoyed when he heard this. He bit his molars a few times and felt that this Western girl named Ye was too out of character and didn't even mention any moral rules.
Where in the world is there any reason to force people to become traitorous dogs and thieves?
Unexpectedly, Qiu Jin, an old friend of Weng Zhongwen, did not show much anger at this moment.
On the contrary, this well-known "bastard" in the world laughed calmly, slapped his chest vigorously, and said frankly and confidently: "Old man, just wait here, I will catch her and bring her to you apologize."
Without waiting for Weng Zhongwen to reply, Qiu Jin quickly put on his clothes, walked out of the bamboo house door holding the golden sword on the table.
After seeing him get up, Ling Zhen also chased after him.
Only Weng Zhongwen, whose reaction was a beat slower, remained in his original seat.
Ling Zhen considers himself Qiu Jin's new friend, and he should be a good brother who has both sides and fights bravely.
Ling Zhen followed Qiu Jin to the door, and saw that the water bridge, which was not wide, was already full of people, and it looked very crowded.
The leader is a young woman wearing black clothes.
She has red hair that reaches her waist, and her skin is as white as milk.
The facial features are three-dimensional and exquisite, and the two big green eyes are staring at Qiu Jin who rushes out of the door.
Ling Zhen sighed inwardly towards this red-haired woman who was surrounded by many people.
I have to say that in terms of her demeanor and appearance, she is indeed a bit like "the most beautiful girl in the Ling family", that is, she is the shadow of her eldest sister Ling Fengge.
Although it is somewhat beautiful, it can be said that "it is so beautiful that it is rare in the world".
After all, the beauty of Ling Fengge, the daughter of the Ling family, to the ninth son, Ling Zhen, was unparalleled throughout the ages, and no daughter could surpass her.
Ling Zhen continued to look.
On the left and right sides of the woman named Ye, there were two unusually tall men in black robes.
They stand like two high walls, extremely majestic and domineering.
Since both of them had their heads lowered and were wearing large brown hats, Ling Zhen couldn't see their true faces clearly.
Qiu Jin raised his chin unceremoniously, raised his voice to the bridge not far away, and shouted: "Hey, little girl, are you the princess of Tianluo Kingdom?"
"Yes, who are you?"
Ye Yiran, a woman from the Western Regions with very different hair, frowned slightly and asked with confusion.
Qiu Jin smiled softly and said, "I am the king of Tianluo Kingdom, also your father. Come on, good daughter, call me 'Daddy' quickly and listen!"
Ye Yiran was stunned for a moment, and then he naturally realized that he had been taken advantage of inexplicably. He stamped his foot and screamed: "You, bastard!"
