Although the past has passed, everything that happened that day is like a nightmare that haunts Qingxu, often waking him up in his sleep, and it takes a long time for him to calm down again before he can return to peace.
He also tried to go near the black bamboo forest to find out what was going on, but every time he got close, his chest would beat violently, making him want to retreat so strongly that he could only give up again and again. The shriveled ink sac now had many cracks, and it had been kept hidden in his arms.
Thinking of this, Qingxu couldn't help but take out the ink sac and look through it carefully, only to find that the ink sac became more stale with the passage of time, and there was nothing worthy of his attention. With a gloomy face, he tightened the ink sac tightly. He held it tightly in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Big brother? Big brother?"
After several calls in succession, Qingxu finally woke up from his thoughts and saw Qingjing touching a wine jar and standing next to him.
"Brother? What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Qingxu's expression was different, Qingjing touched the latter's forehead with concern and compared it with his own. Then he caught a glimpse of something that Qingxu seemed to be holding in his hand and continued to ask: "Brother, what is... in your hand?"
"Oh... I'm fine. These are just old things I found out from the cabinet just now..." Qingxu hesitated for a moment, then casually threw the ink sac at the door. Only then did he notice the purity in front of him again, and said helplessly: "Let Go pour the water! Why did you bring a wine jar? And... where did you get this wine? "
Although there is no ban on drinking in Taiyi Pavilion, the disciples in the sect do abide by the rules and only have a few drinks outside Taiyi Pavilion to enjoy themselves. Qingxu was naturally surprised to see Qingjing holding such a full jar of wine.
"Hey, brother, the place to fetch water is too far away. I'm too lazy to walk a few more steps today!" Qingjing smiled awkwardly and said, "As for this wine...it was taken from my room, don't worry, brother! This is absolutely true." No disciple knows!"
"You, you, you!" Qingxu couldn't get angry anymore when he saw Qingjing nodding and bowing, "Forget it, I'm really tired from traveling this time, so I'll let you go this time! Let me take a look first What the hell is in your jar..."
"Hehe! That's right!" Qingjing saw Qingxu's brows stretched, and he smiled and filled a cup for Qingxu, "Brother, please use it slowly!"
Qingxu shook his head and smiled. Under Qingjing's expectant eyes, he held the wine glass in his mouth with his middle finger and looked at the window.
Perhaps due to the filtration problem, there were some black impurities suspended in the wine, but it did not affect the clarity of the wine itself at all. Although there was some adulteration in the wine, if it weren't for the weight of the hand and the wine stains on the edge of the cup, it would be difficult to tell with the naked eye that the cup was filled with wine!
Those little black impurities are like dark stars, suspended in the universe held by this finger, making people feel relaxed and happy just by looking at them.
Although Qingxu was surprised, it was not the beginning. The moment Qingxu opened the jar, he felt that this wine was extraordinary!
He had also tasted the March pear, which was well-known in Yangdu City, but the March pear tasted soft and sweet. Whenever you drink it, you will feel a sense of melancholy and have countless feelings that have no place to put it. You can't wait to grab a pen and paper to comfort you immediately. Therefore, some elegant people privately call it "Wenjiu" or "Wenshen Wine", which means that after drinking this wine, writing will feel like a spirit!
Therefore, after this wine became famous among Yashi, it caused quite a craze for March pear at that time! The leaders were mainly some students in the school at that time. They secretly poured March pears into their pens before the exam, hoping to achieve good results in the exam.
Unfortunately, they lacked estimation of their own drinking capacity. Not to mention they were extremely drunk in the end. Some even drank endlessly in order to be inspired. In the end, they actually became drunk and turned the "literary god" into a "literary god". God of War”! As a result, the later examination system became more stringent. Once a drinker is found, he will be disqualified from the examination for three years! Of course, these are all minor episodes and have nothing to do with the main story.
At this time, let’s talk about the wine in the cup that Qingxu holds in his hand. Although the first taste of the wine gives people an extremely spicy feeling, after this spicy feeling, it becomes an extremely comfortable and warm feeling, as if The whole body was enveloped in a heat wave!
Moreover, this wine is not as smooth as the March Pear. When pouring the wine, it actually seems like a real object is falling into the cup, which makes people feel extremely sharp!
Qingxu turned the wine glass around in his hand, and finally drank it all. He felt that the slightly impurity wine was like a cold blade, slitting his throat and slashing downward until it penetrated his internal organs. !
However, this coldness was only short-lived after all. Qingxu only felt a heat in his throat, as if he had been cut open by a cold blade in the cup. The hot blood finally surged up. There was an extremely warm body in his limbs, and the two spots between his eyes were completely dry. The fighting spirit was also ignited.
"Okay! Good wine! Enjoyable!" Qingxu hadn't expressed his feelings so resolutely for a long time. At this time, after a glass of wine, he seemed to have regained the passion of the past. He felt extremely comfortable and just wanted to find someone to compare with. Gestures.
Qingxu didn't fully understand why those literati would call March pear "Wenjiu" at first, but it wasn't until this moment that he finally fully understood the meaning!
"Haha! March pear can make people worried, but this wine can make people excited! If March pear is a literary wine, it is not an exaggeration to say that this wine is a martial wine! Pure! Why is this wine so wonderful? You know, this wine...what’s the name of this wine?”
Seeing Qingxu drinking with a flushed face and looking passionate and heroic, Qingjing's smile became even stronger. When he heard the former's question, Qingjing couldn't help but froze for a moment, scratched his head and said, "Brother, this wine doesn't have a name yet."
"What do you mean it doesn't have a name yet? You couldn't have brewed this wine, right? Haha... I didn't expect Qingjing to have such skills. It really impressed my eldest brother!" Qingxu didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet, although he was usually extremely He drank less, but this long-lost magnanimity still made him unable to resist having one more drink, signaling that he would be clean before filling up again for himself.
"Haha... Big brother is laughing at me. I have been chopping bamboo and studying ink in the black bamboo forest. It is too boring. I can only find something to do..." Qingjing was a little embarrassed to be praised by Qingxu.
"Looking for something to do in the black bamboo forest? What do you mean...this wine..." Qingxu couldn't help but pause when the wine glass reached his mouth, and his expression changed drastically.
"Yeah... Ordinary bamboos bloom every few years, or even decades, but this black bamboo is very strange. It blooms once every year around April... because the ink made from this black bamboo always has a refreshing fragrance. I saw that the flowers of this black bamboo are also black, so I wondered if it could also be used as a material for ink grinding..." Qingjing said while circling her eyebrows with her fingers.
"However, although the flowers and leaves of this black bamboo seem to be rich in color, the crushed sap is transparent in color and has no trace of ink at all! This jar of ink is useless, so I can only seal it and throw it aside casually and ignore it until the next time. I only remembered this when the black bamboo bloomed again!"
"In order to free up this jar, I wanted to pour out the waste ink, but when I opened it, I didn't expect that a faint aroma of wine came from it. This inconspicuous waste ink turned into wine. ! It can be considered a blessing in disguise hahaha...Brother, you just asked what the name of this wine is. In fact, I did have a few ideas over the years, but they were not mature until my brother just mentioned the March Pear and finally gave me a new one. idea!"
"Since Yangdu's March pear is called Wenjiu, then the name of our martial wine in Taiyi Pavilion cannot be wrong. That Wenjiu is brewed with March pear flowers, and my martial wine is brewed with April bamboo flowers. The brew, in this case... just call it 'April Bamboo'! Brother, what do you think?" Qingjing clapped her hands and shouted excitedly.
"You said this...wine...is brewed from the bamboo flowers of the black bamboo..." Qingxu's face became increasingly ugly. When he looked into the wine glass again, he saw several Taiyi Pavilion disciples with black hair on their faces pointing at his face. He laughed loudly, his hands trembled, and he quickly knocked the cup on the table.
"Brother? Why are you acting weird today?" Qingjing muttered, and then continued to ask: "What do you think of this name?"
"March pear, April bamboo, not bad! Catchy!" A layer of dense sweat appeared on Qingxu's forehead. He hurriedly answered Qingjing's question, and then asked nervously: "Qingjing, look What's wrong with my face, why is it so itchy now?"
Qingjing raised his head and looked at Qingxu's face after hearing the words, his expression also changed, and he said nervously: "Brother...you...don't move on your face..." At this point, Qingjing walked up to Qingxu. , reached out and wiped Qingxu's face.
Qingxu only felt a slight lightness on his face, and the extremely itchy feeling was no longer there...
"Brother...are you too weak? Why are there so many beads of sweat on your stomach after just one glass of wine?"
"Just... beads of sweat?"
"What else could it be?"
"Then you just..."
"Isn't this a joke?" Qingjing chuckled, held the stall and drank a few sips, burping with satisfaction, then suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, and quickly put the wine jar on the stool, "Brother, you Let’s drink it slowly for now, and I’ll go find someone to bring some side dishes over, so we two can have a good drink!”
"Stop!" When Qingxu heard that he had taken a few sips, he immediately felt a surge in his chest, and quickly pulled Qingjing. Seeing the former's confused look, Qingxu felt that his tone was a bit strong at this time, and quickly continued: "That... rice You can eat it, but I suddenly remembered that I have something important to do later... I won't drink this wine." After saying that, Qingjing pushed the cup forward as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Brother, you don't have to save for me! I have saved a lot of good stuff over the years! And April is coming soon. When that time comes, I can go into the punishment forest to pick some black bamboo flowers and brew a batch of new wine! Even if it comes When we joined the League of Legends and the situation was not good, we could still make a living by selling wine! Brother, just wait, I will be back soon!" Qingjing said with a smile.
"Take the wine...wine jar away!" Qingxu shouted when he saw Qingjing running away, but the latter had already walked out of the door with a long stride, so he had no choice but to sit further away.
At this time, Qingjing just walked out of the door, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace. He glanced at the ink sac on the ground through the crack in the door, but his fists clenched, and his body disappeared without a trace. Without a trace…
