Chapter ninety-eight: Three bottles of wine and two bottles of wine make you drunk
The fog outside Guanyun Pavilion is clear, but it is difficult to enter the pavilion at all.
Sitting quietly in the main seat was a thin and ordinary old man, with a kind-hearted look, gray hair on the temples, and wrinkled face, but with a red light, giving people a feeling of vitality.
Zhao Zhengli couldn't help but take a few more glances. He really didn't realize that this thin and frail old man was actually the master of Yingzhou Mountain.
The mountain master's name is Yiyuan Zhenren, but he has no memory of his family name.
The few old men who were compared with him all had the luck of immortality. Even Yuan Chaoyang, who deliberately concealed his realm, had an inexplicably detached temperament upon taking a closer look.
Next to Yuan Chaoyang is Zi You Fairy's master, Taoist Zi Yang, who was invited from Penglai Fairy Mountain by Master Yiyuan Mountain. The two are old friends, and his gray beard looks extremely casual and free.
Fairy Zi You, who was right next to him, was staring fiercely at the plain-shirted Zhao Zhengli, and her eyes that were almost eating him alive made her look somewhat smart and playful.
Zhao Zhengli grinned at him, and his bell-like eyes widened again, his gaze became more fierce, and his playful look became more playful.
The skinny Yiyuan Mountain Master glanced at the two people with "fascinating eyes like silk" and turned to Yuan Chaoyang with a smile: "The Taoist Master has come a long way across the sea. Logically speaking, there is no reason to refuse. Although the Drunk Immortal Wine is not a rare spiritual thing in the world, It’s also very precious, so it’s really…”
Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Chaoyang took out a delicate gift box from his sleeves and slowly opened it. A refreshing fragrance was intoxicating, accompanied by majestic vitality.
Even Yang Guifen, who doesn't know how to practice, knows that this thing is extraordinary.
Regardless of their level of cultivation, all those present, men, women, old and young, could not help but greedily take a few more sips.
Taoist Ziyang was the first to be surprised: "Transformed wild ginseng!"
The master of Yiyuan Mountain was also surprised, but he passed away for a moment and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, it is difficult to transplant such spiritual creatures away from the place where they grew up. If they move away the soil and mud and plant the Shanmen sect, it will not be safe after three to five hundred years." If a medicine for psychic immortality appears, even if you are not psychic, you can still become a place where spiritual energy is created."
Yuan Chaoyang naturally knew this, but the elders of the Du family ruined the wild ginseng by chewing peonies. In order to let Yuan Chaoyang let go of the Du family, he gritted his teeth and gave away this transformed wild ginseng to ease the relationship with the ships going out to sea. Now, Yuan Chaoyang also exchanged the wine in order to let his younger brother Dameng untie his knot in this life.
The wild ginseng was an unexpected gain, and he also brought something in exchange before going down the mountain. This was a business, so explaining everything would naturally appear passive, and there was room for negotiation as the chips were gradually increased.
Both are spiritual beings of heaven and earth. In terms of value, the transformed wild ginseng is definitely more valuable than the Drunk Immortal Wine. Unfortunately, the wild ginseng has no ability to regenerate and its quality is naturally greatly reduced. This is a fact that several people are well aware of.
Yuan Chaoyang knew that the exchange for Drunken Immortal Wine was not enough, so he owed a "favor" in the name of the Grand Master. He finally wanted to save the spiritual objects of Qingcheng Mountain.
If these words were spoken by an ordinary person, they would be as light as a feather, but if they were spoken by a great master, the effect would naturally be different, not to mention the existence that touches the threshold of the realm of heaven and human beings.
The master of Yiyuan Mountain pretended to be in a tangle. Taoist Ziyang on the side wiped his gray beard and rolled his eyes in disbelief: "What a pretense! You can't even pile up the wine jars on the mountain. How about using one or two jars in exchange for favors?" Is it a loss to transform wild ginseng? If you think it is not worthwhile, Pindao will take some old man Jiuyuan's spring of youth in Fangzhang Mountain to grow wild ginseng to see if it can revive the dead wood and revive the vitality! But as it is said, this favor must be remembered in Penglai. On the head!"
Then he turned his gaze to the young man in a plain shirt with admiration: "This little brother from Pindao Temple is very energetic. If time is immeasurable, he will definitely make money from the favor trade!"
After saying that, he wiped his beard and glanced meaningfully at his apprentice Zi You, who looked as if he had found a suitable husband for him.
Although Zi You didn't understand the deeper meaning, her master's sudden uncharacteristic enthusiasm for "outsiders" must have another purpose.
The one who knows the most is the Master of Yiyuan Mountain. You can tell what kind of medicine he is selling in his gourd from his words: "Pindao is just doing business. It's better for you. You even want to poach people. Doesn't it seem that we, Yingzhou, are only interested in profit? Pindao." It’s not what you wanted. I don’t want the wild ginseng, and I don’t want the favor either. I’ll give you the Drunk Immortal Wine for free, let’s see how you can dig him out to be your apprentice and son-in-law!”
Yuan Chaoyang and Yang Guifen were dumbfounded, Zhao Zhengli and Fairy Ziyou were confused, and the most uneasy ones were Yu Xiaowei, the daughter of the Minister of War, and Li Zhanyi, the senior sister of Emei who looked confused.
Among the people, only Donghua Taoist, the elder of Yingzhou Keqing, was not surprised. He flicked his fly whisk and stood by with interest.
Unexpectedly, Taoist Ziyang smiled at Zhao Zhengli and said, "Little brother, why don't you thank Master Yiyuan Mountain for the free Drunk Immortal Wine!"
Zhao Zhengli woke up when he heard the sound and hurriedly bowed his head sincerely: "Junior Zhao Zhengli thanks the mountain master for his kindness!"
The master of Yiyuan Mountain almost jumped up: "Zi Yang Niu's nose deceived me again!"
Taoist Yang, who had a green beard and a purple beard, glanced at the old man who was half shorter than him: "I am trying to give you some karma! I am not as good as you in fighting. It depends on people. I think I am several times higher than you. Maybe you will have to raise your weight in the future." I'm drinking some drunken fairy wine to thank Pindao for what happened today!"
The master of Yiyuan Mountain snorted heavily, and then said: "A poor man can afford a pot of wine as a gift!"
Taoist Ziyang hurriedly said: "One pot is not enough, two pots are enough to reach the best state! Besides, your Yingzhou Karma is only worth one pot?"
The master of Yiyuan Mountain couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up with his thin body, blushing and yelling: "It's a bull's nose and it's on the face. It doesn't hurt to stand up and talk. It takes three years to fill three bowls with one pot of wine." Do you know that it takes nine years to store a pot?"
Taoist Zi Yang nodded extremely calmly: "I know! You get what you sow because of the cause! It takes eighteen years to change the cause and effect, it depends on whether you think it is worth it or not."
The master of Yiyuan Mountain was discouraged again. The divination prediction was his shortcoming. Then he thought about how the guy who was usually more censorious than him had somehow helped to call an "outsider", so he became dubious. He gritted his teeth and said: "Xuanqing Xuanming, take three pots of Drunken Immortal" For wine, please invite Taoist Master Zhao Xiao to our retreat room, and I will give him "Drunken Dreams of Spring and Autumn"."
Everyone in the audience was shocked. Why did the mountain master who was so furious over a pot of wine suddenly offered three pots of wine? He also gave up his retreat room.
Taoist Zi Yang was so surprised that he almost didn't recognize him, and said in disbelief: "Send...send three pots? And give up the retreat room?"
The master of Yiyuan Mountain glanced out of the corner of his eye: "Are you in charge? I am happy!"
"..."
The whole audience was ashamed.
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Xuanqing Xuanming did not dare to neglect, and respectfully led the handsome foreigner from the Guanyun Pavilion halfway up the mountain to the top with his sword.
The top of the mountain was like a divine pillar soaring into the sky, with strange flowers and plants everywhere. The beautiful aura mist turned into crystal water droplets. Several people flashed through the air and went straight to the Yunzhong Palace, which was far away from the top.
As I got closer, I could see the palace clearly. The horizontal plaque on the main hall read "Sanqing Hall", followed by the "Morning Dew" and "Zhaoxia" palaces. Both of them had gilded roofs, cornices, ridges, painted beams and vermilion walls.
The palace is surrounded by white marble pillars with auspicious lions on the top and auspicious clouds on the pillar body.
Xuanqing and Xuanming landed steadily in front of the Sanqing Hall, and then led Zhao Zhengli to turn left around the Sanqing Hall and enter the Chaoxia Palace behind.
The layout of Chaoxia Palace is simple but exuding extreme luxury. The world's best rosewood, red sandalwood and other precious woods are only suitable for doorsteps and treads here.
The tables, chairs, and benches are all made of wisteria wood that has been around for tens or hundreds of years. It is purple and red, and you dare not touch it. It grows from a thin rattan into furniture material, but it may not be fully mature. Even the emperor cannot find such scarce materials. , how dare Zhao Zhengli touch it?
Xuanming led Zhao Zhengli deep into the palace, and Xuanqing retreated for a moment. Zhao Zhengli only felt that the deeper he went, the more abundant his spiritual energy became. When he came to a stone gate, Xuanqing happened to follow him. He was holding a stone plate with three pots of dusty wine inside. , and a wine glass.
Xuanqing Xuanming opened the stone door with his jade pendant, and a surge of spiritual energy rushed towards his face. Xuanqing raised his plate, and Xuanming held it in his hand: "Taoist Zhao, we can only be sent here. The mountain master does not dare to enter the retreat room without permission."
The envy in their eyes could not be concealed.
Zhao Zhengli took the drunken immortal wine and said goodbye to the two of them, and entered the secret room. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the entire room was black and shiny, just like the meteorite archway at the foot of the mountain.
The indoor space is less than one foot, and futons, straw mats and other items are simply placed. How much iron is needed for such a large space?
Zhao Zhengli just wanted to say, this is really a generous gesture!
He adjusted his breath while thinking and stabilized his mood.
Zhao Zhengli is an amateur when it comes to drinking. Although he often drank with Taoist Yuan in Qingcheng Mountain before, without exception, he drank directly, drank one sip, and then passed out drunk. He didn't pay attention to the quality of tasting. In his impression, Yafeng Village at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain There's nothing special about the strong drink other than burning your throat.
Zhao Zhengli was thinking about it as he opened a pot of the legendary Drunk Immortal Wine. The smell of strong alcohol did not appear as expected, but a fragrant fragrance filled the surroundings and filled the secret room, like fresh air and intoxicating fragrance of flowers. It's like smelling the most original natural breath, very dreamy and intoxicating.
Zhao Zhengli took two strong puffs of it, which was very high.
Then he poured a glass of wine without thinking. It was crystal clear like pure water, and the mouth-watering fragrance made him unable to extricate himself. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. It was cool in his mouth, sweet after entering his throat, and the aroma overflowed in his mouth and nose.
Zhao Zhengli was stunned. Is this wine?
Why does it look a bit like the Baihua Brewing made by Liu Yuanwai's sister-in-law in Yafeng Village?
I thought about it, but after three cups I realized that I was slightly tipsy. I don't know why the past always appeared in my mind, thinking about the carefree years on the mountain, the arduous journey under the mountain with dangers, and being deceived again after entering the court.
The fragmentary images made him drink one cup after another, and the pot bottomed out unconsciously, and he recalled the past in general. Fortunately, there was no pain of life, separation, or death, and no joy of joy. Although it was dull, it was peaceful in the end.
Now he has been pardoned by the imperial court as the "relict son of a rebellious official", and has been inexplicably given the title of Captain of the Qingche Commandery, the fourth rank of the Changning Army in Hedong Road.
All things considered, it is better than the precarious bounty on one's head of "hereditary title and millions of gold".
Thinking of this, I opened another pot and drank most of it. I was already very drunk.
The second pot of wine bottomed out, and the man was almost completely drunk. He was about to drink the third pot of wine in a hazy moment, but before he could reach out his hand, he was completely drunk and fell unconscious.
In the dream, Zhao Zhengli could hear the sound of fighting between gold and iron horses, and the yellow sand was rolling. One man among the army seemed to be in a deserted place, with spears and iron horses invincible. The vast true energy and the murderous intention were like the devil's rebirth, and the true energy was like a devil. The transformed spear penetrated dozens of armours, swept across the middle and cut off hundreds of soldiers.
Repeatedly, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, the man was finally exhausted. Like a bloody war god, he continued to fight more and more bravely.
At this moment, a woman wearing black armor fell from the sky. Her bulging belly made it impossible for the armor to be closed. She said coquettishly: "Quick retreat!"
The man was surprised when he heard the sound, and scolded him with affection: "Xiao Qiong, why don't you go home to give birth and raise your baby, and why do you come here to do it?"
Then he smiled proudly: "Go back and inform Brother Song that the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty has been successfully assassinated by his husband!"
The woman couldn't bear it any longer and cried in the mountains of corpses with pear blossoms and rain: "The house was raided by the Song Jiedu envoy, and he was encircling and suppressing the rebellious ministers with his troops."
The man was like five thunders hitting his head. He staggered a few steps and stood still. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "Song~Qing~Yuan, you betray me!"
