Hidden deep in the space ring, as his body ascended, he traveled to countless places, but never opened the corner because he was not very good at drinking.
In addition, I have been making wine since I came here, and I never seem to be short of wine.
He deliberately forgot the deepest corner of his memory, because he always wanted to wait until he recovered his memory before opening the ring.
In fact, a lot of things happened over the years, including him taking out the Prajna Shura Sword, Iron Qin, Dragon Bow and some scriptures from here.
He was him, but he had never thought of going over to take a look at the wine in these wine jars.
Carefully taking a small jar and holding it in his hand, he carefully opened the lid, and then he smelled a different fragrance.
That was wine he had never brewed in Shura Heaven or Tianyu City.
Like lightning in front of my eyes, time goes back to a certain moment in the year. It was called a Prajna Temple on Fangcun Mountain. There was a small courtyard in the temple, and a young man lived in the small courtyard...
Staring blankly at the stone wall heading towards an unknown place, with grass growing tenaciously on the stone wall, the young man thought about the small white flower he saw at the beginning.
He sighed softly, thinking about what senior brother Minghui said, and thought that a few months had passed, and the wine brewed in early summer might be ready to be opened and tasted.
He stood up and walked towards the wine jars stacked in the wooden shed.
But I was thinking: I don’t know whether the wine brewed with the master at Xuantianguan is better, or the wine I brewed at Prajna Temple is better.
At this time, he suddenly thought of the jar of wine that Nalan Yu gave him to drink in the Huamanlou in White Jade City.
That urn made me drunk for a day and a night.
He gently opened the sealed lid of the wine jar and filled half of the wine jar with a clean wooden spoon. He smelled a hint of fragrance and couldn't help but laugh: "It smells okay, not sour."
After carefully sealing the lid of the basin, he put the bamboo mat back on it, and holding half a jar of wine in his arms, the young man returned to the table in the yard and took a gentle breath.
He was ready to taste the new wine.
Whether it's good or bad, it's all brewed by one's own hands.
Sitting quietly in front of the table, looking at the half-jar of new wine on the table, the young man murmured softly.
A small red clay stove, green ants newly baked wine.
It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink?
When I was in a daze, the voice of a drunkard came from the yard.
The young man turned around, looked at the drunkard who pushed in the door, smiled and shouted: "Master, why do you have the time to come to Prajna Temple?"
The drunkard glared at him and said, "When I came back last time, Monk Minghui told me that you had gone down the mountain. This time I came alone to see if you were back?"
The young man looked at him and smiled: "I was thinking of going to Xuantian to watch the two masters in the next two days."
"You have a good conscience, come on, let's have a taste of the first vat of wine you brewed in Xuantian Temple."
After finishing speaking, the wine addict put a jar of wine on the table, took out two wine glasses, and poured two glasses into them.
"This is the first vat of wine you have brewed in your life. I just want you to taste it and remember the taste."
The drunkard drank all the wine in his hand.
The young man also held the cup and took a sip.
"How about it? This is a taste you can't buy in the Five Realms. As long as you remember this taste, you will have a comparison when you make wine alone in the future."
The drunkard looked at him and smiled proudly.
The young man relished the taste in his mouth, looked at him and smiled lightly: "There is a hint of familiar taste, but it is not exactly the same."
Jiu Chi was stunned, as if he remembered something, and looked at him in a daze.
After a long while, he started talking to himself in a daze: "... I remember that day was the Jingzhe, and the weather was slightly cool... A good friend of mine who has been with me for many years agreed to come to see me that day, But she didn’t come that day.”
There was a thunder above the young man's head. He once heard this said by an old man.
"Although I like her very much, I have never told her because I am afraid that I will lose her if I tell her... I am jealous of those people around her who have been pursuing her, although I also want to know that she is liked What does it feel like.”
At this time, the young man took another sip of the wine in the glass and looked at the drunkard blankly.
"As a result, I kept procrastinating like this for many years...until the Jingzhe that year, she didn't come to see me again...I always thought we would be together, because I felt that she liked me of......"
Hearing this, the young man suddenly remembered what Nalan Yu said to him in the backyard of Youjian Inn, and couldn't help but froze as he thought about it.
"She never said she likes me, but I know some words don't have to be said... I just want her to say one thing, but she never said it... I'm too I became confident and thought she would definitely marry me..."
The drunkard became more and more excited as he talked.
A flash of light suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the few weeds on the stone wall.
He thought of the white flower and Mu Mu who had left him.
As I thought about it, tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
"That day I was drinking and mixing new wine, and I was crying while drinking...for her, and for myself...I don't know why I did it, but at that moment, I couldn't control myself. ....."
"When the wine is ready, the tears on my face slowly dry up...I wonder if the woman I love the most will shed tears for me..."
The young man blurted out, "Definitely!"
The drunkard glanced at the young apprentice opposite him quietly. He didn't expect that the young man would answer him so definitely.
"Many years have passed... I really want to forget everything that happened that day, but my only flaw is that I have a very good memory."
"What should be forgotten should never be forgotten... Later I left the place where I had lived for decades and wandered around the five realms..."
Before the drunkard could continue, the young man continued.
"I walked and got here. ... But there will come a time when you are too old to walk, when you see snowflakes flying all over the sky in the snowy evening... .”
"You will think of a name, a song in your life... At that moment, you will know that there is only one person you love most..."
The drunkard looked at him blankly and asked, "Where did you hear this?"
The young man looked at him and smiled: "One is my eldest brother, and the other is an old man I met on the road when I came to Fangcun Mountain from the Central Region. He had a wine gourd on his waist..."
"Have we met?" The drunkard looked at him and asked?
The young man shook his head and replied: "It seems like there is, but it seems like there isn't!"
The drunkard looked at the young man's expression and suddenly understood. He looked at him and smiled: "So you are the child back then. When I was depressed, I wore a human skin mask on my face..."
"I didn't expect that we would meet again after many years." The young man looked at the drunkard and felt that life was really incredible.
"This is God's will!" The drunkard laughed.
The young man was in a good mood. He didn't expect that the old man he met on the road was actually his master in disguise.
"Master, try the wine I brewed. Brother Minghui asked me to brew it here..." While pouring wine into their glasses, the young man told the story of how he brewed wine in Prajna Temple. .
"This monk is actually embarrassed and wants to let my disciple make wine for him." The drunkard laughed.
"Senior Brother, I also think that Master, you guys are watching a lot of people in Xuantian, so it's not convenient for me to talk to you."
The young man looked at him and smiled lightly.
The drunkard finished speaking and drank the wine the young man poured for him in one gulp.
The young man followed his example and drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Then......
Then, just for a moment, both of them shed tears...
...
"The glass of wine you drank was what I brewed that day. ... Later, I wanted to brew it again and tried many methods, but found that I could no longer produce the taste of that kind of wine... After drinking the most wine in the gourd, there will be no more wine in the world!"
The drunkard looked at him and laughed wildly, even though he was still a little disappointed in his eyes. He raised his glass to signal to the young man, then gently put it to his lips and smelled it carefully.
Then the tears kept falling down. It didn't feel like drinking, but like tasting tea, and more like saying goodbye to my beloved lover...
The young man's heart was filled with shocking waves. He looked at the drunkard across from him blankly and murmured softly: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Seeing the young man in a daze, the alcoholic grinned and laughed at himself: "Unexpectedly, my precious disciple actually brewed a wine that even I can't brew myself. There are really miracles in this world!"
After saying these words, the drunkard gently put down his wine glass, held the wine jar in front of the young man, and poured more into their glasses.
The confused young man murmured: "Not long ago, there was a person. She told me that there is a kind of wine called "Drunk Life, Dreams and Death". After drinking it, you can forget everything you have done before."
"She said that the biggest trouble people have is that they have too good a memory. How happy would it be if I could forget everything and every day would be a new beginning?"
"...After I drank that drunkenness, I really forgot everything. From then on, a woman's name was always engraved in my heart..."
After savoring the strong alcohol in his mouth, with the vague fragrance of countless flowers, and a hint of resentment, the young man sighed softly and said to himself: "It turns out, this is what Brother Nalan gave me. I was so drunk that I dreamed of dying..."
"This is my drunken life and dream of death! This is my drunken life and dream of death..."
Looking at the drunkard, the young man murmured.
He looked up at the sky and said to himself: "I wonder if you have returned home at this time, have you completed Nirvana and been reborn..."
Looking at the amber wine in the cup, the boy picked it up and put it to his lips, sipping it gently like tea.
"One night I suddenly wanted to drink... I suddenly understood that drunkenness was just a joke. The more you wonder if you have forgotten someone, the clearer you remember it."
"I once heard someone say that when you can no longer have it, the only thing you can do is to make yourself not forget..."
The drunkard looked at his precious apprentice in bewilderment. He finally remembered the scene when he met the boy in the inn that year. How similar was it to now?
The difference is that the boy back then was a boy who didn't know what it was like to be sad.
This year's boy has grown up, and he has already tasted the taste of life and death in the world.
Apart from him, probably only his apprentice in this world can understand his mood, and only he can create the unique drunkenness, dream, and death in this world.
He was worried, looked at the young man and asked: "How did you brew this drunkenness? Do you want us to try it again next spring?"
Looking at the young man in front of him, if he looked at a gem that glowed at night, Jiu Zi's eyes shone, and he wished he could tell Qingxu in Xuantian Temple about it immediately.
Looking at the tear-stained master in front of him, the young man felt as if he had been pricked by needles. He thought that only two people in the world could understand the taste of drunkenness and dreaming.
He shook his head and said, "If I say that I don't know, master, would you believe it?"
The drunkard stared at him seriously for a long time, and then murmured: "I believe that my situation was the same as before, so don't embarrass yourself..."
He had spent countless years of effort and thought, but he still couldn't make another vat. How could he not understand his disciple's mood?
"You have accomplished what Master dreamed of but failed to do. Master will be satisfied even if he leaves these five realms tomorrow."
The drunkard looked at him, laughed, and poured more wine into their glasses.
"For you, for me, we, master and disciple, have another drink of this unique drunkenness in the world!"
The drunkard picked up his glass.
The young man looked at him blankly, holding up the cup in front of him, but his eyes were fixed on the stone wall, as if looking at Mu Mu who had already left.
He smiled softly and said: "Our drunken life and dreams..."
He drank up the wine in the glass in one gulp and then poured it down heavily.
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