Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 706
The next day, the waiter in the restaurant packed his bags and headed to Huangping Mountain with the package on his back amidst the crowds.

The shopkeeper yawned, looked at the thin figure and shook his head, then opened the shop door.

As for Zhou Yu, after his conversation with the clerk last night, he bought a shop in the city.

a few days later.

"Brother Zhou thinks that the wine in the restaurant is not good enough, are you planning to open a shop to make wine?" The clerk looked at the yard in front of him with a look of novelty in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, Brother Zhou's wine is indeed the best in the world, and it's normal for people to look down on restaurants. It's just that Wen is afraid that Brother Zhou will open this shop. It's because he doesn't care about wine."

At the end of the conversation, the clerk simply sat across from Zhou Yu, picked up a glass full of fine wine, took a sip with interest, and said.

"Could it be that Brother Zhou is looking for the meaning of his own life? I thought that a great talent like Brother Zhou shouldn't have such mundane worries?"

"Where did you see my great talent?"

"For a person with extraordinary temperament and elegance like me, if he is not a great talent, who can be a great talent?"

"You are quite confident." Zhou Yu smiled upon hearing this.

"Everyone has their own way, Zhou also wants to see where his own way is, but unfortunately I have been thinking about it for several days, and I only think of this thing in the cup."

"Being able to think of one thing has already far surpassed ordinary people. It's a pity that Wen will not be able to witness that time." The clerk said regretfully.

"Brother Wen plans to travel far?" Zhou Yu looked up at the other party.

The latter had clear eyes, put down his wine glass gracefully, and looked up at the blue sky.

"The world is too big, I want to go out for a walk and see the life outside this restaurant."

"Interesting, I came from outside and wanted to stop when I entered the restaurant, but I never thought that brother Wen wanted to go outside." Zhou Yu laughed dumbfounded when he heard this.

"Life is like this. You stop and go, and there is always a time when you feel something." The clerk smiled happily.

"Forget it, if one day you die outside and you can return to this city, and I happen to be still here, I will help you if I can," Zhou Yu joked.

"Brother Zhou's kindness doesn't sound very auspicious." The clerk smiled helplessly when he heard the words.

"Hopefully that day never comes."

"It's best." Zhou Yu nodded.

"It should be so." The clerk raised his glass, and the two looked at each other, took a drink from the glass.

"The mountains are high, the water is long and the road is long, we cherish each other."

After a while, the two said goodbye in front of the door.

When the clerk's back disappeared into the street, Zhou Yu closed the courtyard door. He looked at the cold courtyard and fell into silence for a moment.

Before coming to this city, he never thought that such a situation would appear.

"Hua Shen, Hua Shen." Following the whisper in his mouth, Zhou Yu waved his right hand lightly.

Immediately, wine jars appeared in front of him one by one, filling most of the yard, with a total of more than 130 bottles.

This is the wine that he has found in all the taverns in the city in the past few days.

The cheap ones cost only a few pennies, while the expensive ones are worth thousands of gold.

"If you want to understand, you have to go through it yourself."

Looking at the wine jar in the courtyard, Zhou Yu stretched out his hand, and a palm-sized blue wine jar a few steps away landed in his palm.

Snapped!
When the lid of the wine was lifted, a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered on the tip of the nose immediately, like a beautiful woman caressing her cheeks.

The wine is clear, slightly bitter in the throat.

But after taking a breath, there was another sweet and sour feeling reverberating in his heart.

Amidst this reverberation, an inexplicable warm current emerged leisurely between the chest and abdomen.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes, the breeze caressed his cheeks, but his mind sank into the wine, as if he could feel the mood of the person who made it.

After a while, Zhou Yu opened his eyes and walked to a gray wine jar.

As for the sweet-scented osmanthus love, it has already been completely drunk without knowing it.

The gray wine jar is different from Osmanthus Love, the person who sells his wine is an old man who is over seventy years old.

According to what the old man said, the wine was brewed for his son who had been in the army for a long time. On the day the wine was made, he saw his son's ashes.

Snapped!
The wine jar was sealed with bamboo flowers, and when it was opened, there was a crisp sound.

Zhou Yu looked at the mouth of the jar, the wine in it was slightly turbid, and as the jar was shaking, bursts of spicy taste began to emerge.

"This wine is called Junsi. You need to drink it in a big gulp. It's best to drink it to the end." Thinking of the same cloudy eyes of the old man, Zhou Yu raised his head and drank it down.

"Gulu, Gulu."

One after another, the hot taste reverberated between the lips and teeth, the throat, the chest and abdomen as the wine was poured in continuously.

In a daze, Zhou Yu seemed to see a stirring scene.

A burly soldier, wielding a broadsword, fought against the enemies who came several times among the thousands of troops.

His knife is very strong, just like the wine in this altar, it is unrivaled in everything it passes.

But when his strength finally ran out, at the moment when all the enemies fell down, he also died of exhaustion.

So the moment the hot air in the chest and abdomen dissipated, an inexplicable sourness rose from the heart.

"Good wine." Zhou Yu opened his eyes, with a tear falling from the corner of his eyes.

The wine jar in his hand fell to the cold ground involuntarily.

It seems that only in this way can vent the joy and bitterness in my heart.

"Only men can know the true taste of this wine." Zhou Yu smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Life is alive, you should know all kinds of flavors."

In this thought, a red wine jar fell into his hands.

When the wine seal was opened, there was a faint feeling of lovesickness, floating in the courtyard with the fresh aroma of wine.

"This wine is called Nurhong."

It is made from rice wine in fermented wine fermented with glutinous rice.

The wine making things are common, but the feelings of wine making are different. In the final analysis, it is the blessing and longing for the daughter.

The taste of the wine is not so much determined by the age of the wine hidden in the ground, but rather by the parents' love for their daughter.

Because this wine, according to the custom, was made when the daughter was born, and the father had tears in his eyes and his heart was full of heat. He took three acres of glutinous rice and made it. Before the wine was ready, it would be buried under the sweet-scented osmanthus in the courtyard.

Only when the daughter is married, will it be taken out of the ground and presented to the husband's family as a dowry gift.

And this wine is not just a simple burial, every time you miss your daughter, you have to step on the ground a few times, and bury the love in your heart in the underground wine.

Snapped!
Opening the seal of the red wine that was still covered with wet soil, a mouthful of the settled wine was poured into Zhou Yu's wine.

Seriously, wine transforms thousands of flavors, nourishes thoughts silently, only takes the heat from the heart, and wishes to be true for a hundred years.

Zhou Yu felt like he had turned into a trembling old father, when he learned that his cabbage was raped by a foreign wild boar.

The regret and helplessness in my heart finally turned into blessings to witness the couple.

One bottle, another bottle.

One altar, another altar.

Some are sour, some are hot, some are sweet, and some are cold.
With the passage of time, every corner of the small yard is filled with a strong aroma of wine.

And Zhou Yu also fell down under the only big tree in the courtyard without knowing when, holding a wine jar in his right hand, his cheeks became flushed, and he looked groggy.

He is drunk.

But it wasn't the wine that got him drunk, but the life brewed in the wine.

After all, he had already mastered the wine spell.

(End of this chapter)