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Chapter 34 Ruins and Tombs

What a strange suggestion, but Hua Zhenxing thought of something, so he did it.The small courtyard where the grocery store is located not only has a cellar, but even has three tunnels leading to different directions.The cellar contains a variety of things, including a lot of wine.

Huazhenhang did not carry all three boxes at once, but held each bottle in front of Metz with both hands, looking very cautious, as if these wines were from different positions in several rows of wine racks. Just found it and pulled it out.

Mei Sixu was rather bored waiting, looking at the bottle of wine he didn't buy on the side of the counter, and began to chat in a tone: "The real Romancotty is produced in the Pogen region of Lanxi, and the annual output is only a few thousand bottles. Each bottle has a unique number, and the highest auction price for the wine of the best vintage has exceeded 50 meters of gold.

It is made from 100% Noir Pinot grapes, which is the most difficult grape variety in the world to grow, known as the princess of grapes.The high price does not mean anything, the most important thing is its unique noble taste, with the mysterious flavor of oriental spices, as if it can bring peace to the soul.

Its aroma has many layers, such as agarwood, cinnamon, and charming roasted vanilla, accompanied by roses; the taste is even more so, with flavors of cherry, plum, ebony, truffle, and the entrance is delicate and silky.The wonderful fusion of these rich tastes is like a taste bestowed by God on earth.

A true aristocrat, when tasting it, can only speak softly with respect to God..."

Hua Zhenxing, who was fetching wine back and forth, listened to it and couldn't help but muttered, "Agarwood, cinnamon, roasted herbs, and red braised fat sausage can also use these spices?"

Old man Yang: "Move your red wine well, and make red braised fat sausages for dinner!"

Mr. Feng pointed to the lonely bottle of wine by the counter and said, "Old Yang, where did you get it?"

Old man Yang: "I went to the winery to fight it myself."

Mr. Feng: "Drinking wine? Do you think it's a small roast made by someone in which village?"

The old man Yang smiled: "Isn't it the small roast in the village! I used to live in one place for many years, within a radius of [-] miles, I can drink the difference in the taste of whoever's home-brewed roast in each village, including Different years can be distinguished by smelling it... If you follow the current routine, you can also write all kinds of tweets."

They spoke Dongguo Chinese, and Mace couldn't understand it, so he thought he was amazed.When Metz was almost finished, Mr. Feng shook the tea jar and said with a smile: "It seems that this gentleman is very particular, and he has reached the limit of drinking! I am from the East, and I don't usually drink much red wine, and I don't know much about it. I like to drink tea, do you know the particularity of this cup of tea..."

He still spoke Dongguo Chinese, but the old man Yang cooperated consciously and translated these words into fluent Lanxi.Huazhenxing was slowly moving the wine back and forth, only listening to some fragments on and off at the time.For example, when I came in once, I heard Mr. Feng talking about the tea cup, "The empty cup with secret glaze is like dew, and the tea is divided into seven parts."

Several times when he came in, he heard Mr. Feng talking about the tea tray, respectively the inkstone tray and the wooden tray. When talking about the inkstone tray, he mentioned something like "running the tea to disperse the ink marks, and the soup will drop the beads".The wooden plate can be heard in detail. Different tea types are matched with different tea plates. Black, purple, yellow, green, and white are all very precious and precious woods.

Isn't it just a tray for teapots and cups to prevent water from spilling?Mr. Feng also talked about pouring the pot, pouring red cloud sand with boiling water, the water overflowed on the wooden plate, and the special material has different aromas. According to such fragrance, different patterns need to be carved on the tea plate to set off Jiaming. Yayi...

Once again, he heard Mr. Feng talking about a certain type of tea, saying, "There is only one flat land in the world, and the sacred tree is even in the ancient realm." It can be traced back to the ancient Maro era, and it is rare to see it hidden in the deep mountains. Over the years, picking only a fixed day in the solar term, and it must also coincide with a specific weather.

What's even more magical is that if you can find the original ancient tea plant, this day happens to be like this every year!Its tender buds only produce six taels. When brewing, the tea leaves are flying like blue snow, circling in the cup and pot for a long time without rest... Drinking a sip will penetrate the soul, and feel the leisurely feeling of the chest, the whole body is soothing, like flying feathers. Royal breeze.

Hua Zhenxing was so fascinated by it that he deliberately hid behind the door and stood for a long time, murmuring to himself, "What kind of tea is this? It feels like drinking it will make you a fairy!"

Huazhenxing is still like this, and Metz is even more stunned.The jazz stood in front of the counter without moving his feet, not even noticing that the eighteen bottles had already been lined up.Until Huazhenxing reminded him: "Sir, your wine is ready, please check it first, and then I will help you pack it."

Only then did Metz come back to his senses, and Mr. Xiang Feng bowed his head and said, "Your Excellency must also be from a noble family. I don't mean today's Dongguo, but your family's history..."

Mr. Feng threw his sleeves dashingly: "In the East of Yangyang, everyone who has a surname today has a noble ancestor, which can be traced back to the Qin and Han Dynasties and even the three dynasties, not to mention the era of Yan and Huang."

Hua Zhenxing admired the old man Yang very much, and actually translated these words into Lanxi as accurately as possible.Metz was a little stunned when he heard the words, and nodded again: "I kind of understand why people in the East have ancestor worship."

What did he understand, or did he think he understood?Hua Zhenxing was also a little confused, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Feng, what's the point of that surname Hua?"

Mr. Feng patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "Hua Xu is the ancestor of Fengxi, and everyone has the same origin."

At this time, another big black man suddenly appeared. It turned out that it was Xia Er who happened to come to Huazhenxing. Seeing Mace checking the wine on the counter, he asked about the situation and added: "Do you need a sticker? The winery's bottle signature. You can tell the guests that this is a version dedicated to the Beli royal family, which is not available in the market and can't be seen anywhere else."

It was rare for him to speak these few English words in a standard manner, and Mace understood it, only to see that Charles actually took out a stack of wine bottle signs, a total of twenty or so.Hua Zhenxing didn't quite know what it was, but he knew that Xia Er ran a wine shop, and it was normal to carry this kind of thing with him, so he didn't care too much.

Mace was obviously hesitant, but after all, he took over the bottle signs, and after looking at it for a long time, he said, "Help me paste it!"

Hua Zhenxing and Shire helped to affix all eighteen bottle labels, tore off the remaining bottle labels, and moved the wine to Metz's car.Meister specially gave Charles a tip of 20 meters and told him not to talk about it again.This is actually too much to worry about, even if Charles said it, no one would believe it.

After Mace left, Mr. Feng put the enamel jar on the counter, turned his head and said to Young Thong, "Are you out of tea here, just brew these old tea roots for me?"

Yang Tehong: "Drink and eat meat at noon, and eat meat and drink at night. Soak some old tea roots just to go to the wine to digest the food... You were holding this cup of tea just now, but it's quite a joke!"

Mr. Feng chuckled twice and said: "Noble Fan, who are you pretending to be with? He played with the leftovers more than 2000 years ago. Ke Fuzi made these things as his ancestors, and today's Ke Fuzi is too embarrassed to mention them again! "What Metz said just now, Ke Mengchao and Mo Shangtong in the backyard should be able to hear it.Ke Mengchao smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up and said nothing, while Mo Shangtong kept a stern face and seemed to turn a deaf ear.

Yang Tehong: "People are talking about wine, but you are talking about tea."

Mr. Feng: "Don't I happen to be holding tea? I can talk about anything. If I drink, it will be too bullying. Although I have never drunk the wine of the three generations of the pre-Qin Dynasty, I have seen wine utensils, and the attention is too rich. Xiaohua, do you know how many kinds of wine vessels there were in the pre-Qin period, which belonged to the regular vessel, which belonged to the ritual vessel, and what regulations did each have...

I do not know?If you are not in this profession, this is normal.If someone can figure it out, they can get a degree in the relevant major.I don’t talk about drinking, and I don’t want to embarrass Lao Yang. Zun, Xie, Dish, Jian, Dendrobium, Gong, Weng, Keng, Yi, Zan, Gou, Xie, Zhu, Zhi, Gou, Jiao, Jue, Zhou, what do you call him? translate? "

At this time, Master Ke also walked in from behind and said, "The wine vessels you mentioned are now the remains and tombs."

Mr. Feng put away his smile and picked up the mug and said: "Yes, it has long been a thing in the tomb, but there are still people holding that set today. 'Princes and generals, I would rather have a kind', there were people more than 2000 years ago It’s been said and done, but there are still people who can’t hear or see.”

The main course that night was braised fat sausages. The bottle of red wine that was not bought was opened and drank, and Huazhenhang also got a glass. It felt good, but it was a bit unsatisfactory.After drinking this bottle, Maotai was replaced on the table.

As for the [-] bottles of wine that were sold, Princess Ketia used it for the next day's dinner party, and she introduced it according to Charles's suggestion, and all the guests were full of praise.After the dinner, Mr. Mays destroyed all the bottles without leaving any evidence... Hua Zhenxing listened to Old Man Yang on all of these matters, and he did not know how Old Man Yang could be so well informed.

This is how Huazhenxing met Mr. Feng half a year ago. As he walked and told the story, Ding Qi was amused.After the story was told, the two returned to the Gate of Hidden God.

The traces of blood and explosions were still there, but Ciel did not expose the corpses of the Big Head Gang's comrades to the wilderness, and took away the remains and things that could be packed up.The wind is blowing and the dust is blowing, and it is estimated that the traces of the scene will disappear completely in a short time, and those who pass by will not realize what happened here.

Ding Qi said: "No one has come after they left, and there are usually few people here, right?"

Hua Zhenxing: "Almost no one comes here. In this season, not even the herdsmen come here." He suddenly remembered something and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Ding, what... Did you take the barbecue in my backpack?"

Ding Qi was stunned, turned his head to look at him, and said, "What kind of barbecue? I saw you eating while hiding in the crevices of stones, but why did I take your barbecue?" He suddenly laughed again, "Oh, I Understood. I didn't do this, it should be your elders joking."

Hua Zhenxing hurriedly explained: "Of course I didn't think that Mr. Ding would do such a thing, but I was taken aback by you just now, thinking that you were the only one who followed me all the way, it seems that there are other people, have you found out? ?"

Ding Qi: "I didn't realize it. It seems that those seniors are more intelligent than me. I have been observing you all the way. You are very alert, and you are not easy to approach. It is only after the assassination is successful that you relax a little. Someone following you is actually not a problem. No surprise, otherwise, how did Senior Yang inform me to come here to find you? You happen to be going to the Gate of Divine Concealment, so I am on the way."

Huazhenxing confirmed two things.One is that after killing Jin Datou, he was still careless, so much so that he relaxed his vigilance when concentrating on checking the "system".Second, the person who stole his barbecue was indeed Old Man Yang, and other people wouldn't be so naughty.At this time, I heard Ding Qi say again: "Stand by my side!"

The two had come to the end of the passage between the huge rocks. Ding Qi stopped and seemed to be holding something in his left hand. With his right hand, he put a long stick on the ground, stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him, and made a circular motion, smiling at the same time. The author explained: "Actually, there is no need to make such gestures, but I am used to it, and it is also influenced by Mr. Feng."

As his fingertips slid through the air, it was like a huge door opened in front of him, and the door frame was the huge rocks on both sides.If you don't know the original landscape of this place, and someone has "opened" the door in advance, you will hardly find any flaws when you stand here, and you will even think that the opposite is such a landscape.

The topography inside the "door" is similar to that outside the door, but there are many artificial traces.Looking into the distance is a hillside, with many buildings scattered in layers, but it feels like a dilapidated relic.

Nearby, the golden light is dazzling, and there are large golden murals on the rock walls with open arms on both sides. If you look closely, it is a pattern inlaid with gold.

Walking in through the door is an altar-like high platform built along a depression in a mountain wall.On the high platform facing the door, there was a skeleton crawling, only a few steps away from the two of them.

The skeleton remained in a kneeling posture, the skull had already rolled aside, and there was a golden crown inlaid with various gems on the ground.The clothes on his body have also decayed, leaving only some fragments of fiber fabrics. The material of the fabric looks very ordinary. It should be woven from processed plant fibers, but the vaguely discernible craftsmanship is very fine, and it is woven with gold threads. Lots of ornamentation.

The remains also wore a lot of ornaments. His right hand should have been holding a short staff as long as possible.

Ding Qi actually opened the legendary door of the gods.There was actually such a scene inside. There was no one figure in sight, but there was a corpse kneeling in front of him.

(End of this chapter)