The brewing method of Ice Blade Brewing is also a secret.
In fact, every disciple of Zuiyang Peak must protect his own secret wine. Not to mention leaking the formula, even if it is given to others to drink, it cannot be easily tried. Often only close relatives can communicate with each other.
Because once the recipe of the unique secret wine is cracked and the method of sobering up is found, then for this person, most of Zuiyang Peak's unique technique will be abolished.
Liu Qingmei didn't need to explain this truth, Feng Linwen also understood it clearly.
However, the relationship between the two of them is already that of fellow cultivators. Compared to it... Liu Qingmei's leaked formula is not a big deal.
"A pot of ice knife brew actually uses thirty-three highly poisonous ingredients. If it weren't for the ice Ganoderma lucidum as a drug introduction, it has a comprehensive effect. I almost thought that this was a poisonous wine that was directly fatal. You are a human being and do things. ···It is true that he is cold on the outside but strong on the inside, and it is easy to go to extremes." Feng Linwen's words seemed to be just a wry smile, but in fact he did not mean to remind Liu Qingmei.
Strictly speaking, Feng Linwen has been using Liu Qingmei.
But Liu Qingmei's current efforts to help also touched Feng Linwen. He is not bloodless or tearful, and has a heart of stone that is inhumane.
Liu Qingmei was silent for a moment, then looked into the distance with slightly dull eyes, and said lightly: "Hate surges like a raging fire, unforgettable for a moment, and uneasy day and night. If it weren't for the pain caused by this ice knife, if it weren't for the secret method of Zuiyang Peak, I would I'm afraid I've already been heartbroken and angry..."
Feng Linwen nodded and said nothing more.
The conversation between the two people seemed to be on the right track, but in fact they were completely wrong. Liu Qingmei deliberately missed Feng Lin's reminder and gave a negative answer.
Half a month later, it arrived as promised.
Feng Linwen stood in front of Zuiyang Tower.
This small wooden building with only three floors is located at the top of Zuiyang Peak. It is surrounded by wine jars of different shapes and emitting different aromas of wine.
Most of these wine jars belong to the pulse masters of Zuiyang Peak in the past. Of course, some of them are the imprints left by disciples who have made outstanding contributions to Zuiyang Peak.
Being able to place your own wine jar outside Zuiyang Tower is a rare honor for the disciples of Zuiyang Peak.
An old man with half black and half white hair and a strong twilight look in his eyes was sitting on the steps in front of Zuiyang Tower, slowly drinking wine from an aqua jade pot. Even in this complex and rich wine, Here, the aroma of the liquor in the jug in the old man's hand is still clear and attractive.
Liu Qingmei, who sent Feng Linwen over, respectfully called out 'Pulse Master'.
There is no doubt that the old man in front of him, who looks more like a sweeper, is the current pulse master of Zuiyang Peak, Master Yinhai.
"Come in when you're here!" Master Yinhai waved his hand without raising his eyelids.
Snap!
The two doors at the main entrance of Zuiyang Tower were suddenly pushed open by the strong wind.
The trembling door shook the fine sand. This Zuiyang Tower... seemed to have not been opened for a long time, and no one even came to clean it.
"Is this place where the lineage has been inherited, but it looks like it has been abandoned for a long time...?" Feng Linyi became more vigilant, and at the same time he had already held onto Kruba. Before that, Feng Linyi had Tell Crewe to be the ruler who distinguishes reality from illusion.
With the existence of Kruba, Feng Linwen had enough confidence to bravely enter Zuiyang Tower.
Follow the slightly mottled steps to the door of Zuiyang Tower.
Standing at the door and peeking in, it was pitch black.
Stepping into the threshold with one foot, there are two worlds inside and outside.
At this time, Feng Linwen found himself standing on the bow of a boat, with red lanterns, gorgeous spinning yarns, elegantly dressed girls, and happily dancing dancers behind him.
The boat full of visitors shouted happily and made a noise. Some recited poems, some reprimanded the court, some made generous speeches, and some spoke with words of despair.
On the shore of the wide lake, there are bright lights.
The lanterns all over the mountain are dotted with overlapping balconies, and the slightly swaying drizzle is like a ribbon wrapping around everything in front of you, adding countless graces to this swaying country.
On the lake, the scattered singing of the singer came from far away.
"It's not that I'm in love with the world, it's like I was misled by the past."
"When flowers fall and flowers bloom, it always depends on the Lord of the East."
"You have to go eventually, and you have to live no matter how you live! If you have a head full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave is going..."
All illusions, all scenery, everything, like a painting, a scene, a poem, a movie, come into view, come into view, and then... fascinating.
"I know it's a lie, but I hate it if it comes true! Zuiyang Tower... really lives up to its reputation!" Feng Linwen sighed in his heart.
Ordinary fantasy, what you seek is true.
He often uses certain means to touch the fragility of people's hearts, making illusions come true and breaking people's defenses.
The illusion in Zuiyang Tower happened to be exactly the opposite.
From the moment Feng Linwen entered the place, he knew... everything he saw, heard, and saw was all fake. They were all dreams fabricated by illusions, phantoms reflected from a scene deep in his heart.
But... something like this, which he knew to be false, suddenly made Feng Linmo sincerely wish it were true.
"Who wouldn't want to go to both sides of the Qinhuai River?" Feng Linye shook his head and smiled bitterly.
He has never been to Qinhuai, let alone seen the legendary beauty of Qinhuai.
Whether in the past life or in this life, this legendary place carries too much glitz and men's extravagant hopes for 'wine and sex'.
For the previous life, it was a punctuation mark in books and film and television works.
And for this life, maybe... there will be a chance to enter a certain world and see a similar scenery. But if it weren’t for this name and this scene, it wouldn’t be it after all.
"But... for me, this can only be regarded as a small yearning and regret, even weak and not worth mentioning. Why do I think that such an illusion is enough to trap me, making me unable to find the real skill, and even more so In danger?" Feng Linwen frowned, feeling really confused.
"There are two possibilities. First... Master Yinhai's true intention may be exactly opposite to what I guessed before. He didn't want to stop me at all, and was even willing to help me. As for the reason, I don't know yet. Second Second, this is not a single, simple illusion, but like a dream within a dream, illusions within illusions. It will be like boiling a frog in warm water, peeling off my defenses layer by layer, and finally letting me go. Indulge." Thinking of this, Feng Linwen directly pulled out the Kru Bar.
"What do you think of this place?" Feng Linwen asked.
Kruba's answer surprised Feng Linwen: "I didn't see anything."
"What? Aren't you the Lord of Dreams? Shouldn't this method of using illusions to create illusions be like a master's degree in front of you?" Feng Linwen was shocked.
"I am indeed the Lord of Dreams, but I'm not drunk! No matter what you saw... maybe it's true for you!" Kruba has been following Feng Linye, and for Qianbei He has also understood the incomprehensible world and may have his own insights.
Feng Linwen was startled when he heard this, and suddenly... recalled Yinhai Zhenren who was sitting in front of the steps drinking.
And the aroma of wine floating over.
"I see the world through drunken eyes, and the world sees me as I should...that's how it is! I'm already drunk, so this world seems fake, but I'm drunk...so it's real, not fiction."
