There's a tavern here

Chapter 11 Peach Blossom Brewing and Huahua Sword

"Is that so?"

Fang Bie meditated, and his brows relaxed. A problem that had been entangled for so long was resolved here with just a few words.

If you have been stagnant because of this, it is not a farewell, but you can't forget it and don't want to let it go.

After he figured it out, Fang Bie's aura was even more concealed, he was integrated with the world, and he felt a bit more like a mortal fairy.

Beyond the eight wildernesses, in the sky beyond the sky, fate is gone.

If he really wants to become that mortal fairy, it is not impossible, but who made him just want to be the shopkeeper of mortal dust?

Then he went downstairs, seeing Yan Chixia and his group having a good time drinking, they didn't bother, and walked to the yard behind Zianle.

Then he took out the melted snowflake, the ghost locust heart, the mountain spring water collected in his spare time, and the five grains, and prepared to brew the wine of floating life.

According to the instructions given by Hua Hua Lu and Fang Bie's own attainments in wine making, brewing this wine is a very easy task.

Fang Bie first washed the five grains, drained the water and poured them into an iron pot.

In the small courtyard behind the tavern, a fire was set up, and the smoke from the cooking rose up. Fang Bie put the pot on it and cooked the grains slowly.

The fragrance of the grain is overflowing, and Fang Bie is also immersed in it.

Pour the ripe grain into the jar, and then start other work.

Take half of the melted snowflakes and burn them with fire, and turn them into music.The other half is trimmed to remove the peduncle petals, and then the locust locust heart is turned into powder and blended into the song.

Pour mountain spring water into the altar just enough to cover the five grains, dig a hole in the middle with your hands, turn it upside down and place the wood.

Use the yang of the five grains to break the snowflakes and the yin of the locust locust heart, and with the help of time, it will become a fine wine.

After everything is completed, Fang Bie looks at the masterpiece in front of him and thinks: "It takes three to five years to complete a jar of good wine, and one or two years at least. Unfortunately, I can't wait any longer."

It is also a way to use internal force to push him down, but after all, it loses the taste of years of precipitation.

Fang Bie sighed, "Oh, what a pity."

Fang Bie sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the jar with both hands, and using his internal energy, the fallen leaves around him circled Fang Bie and hovered in the sky without wind.

Counting seconds into days, divided into spring and autumn, is not for the top masters in the rivers and lakes here.

Half an hour later, Fang Bie stood up, lifted the lid of the wine jar he was holding, and a strong and mellow aroma of wine gushed out.

It is not much different from the Fushengbai in the tavern.

Fang Bie first poured out a small cup to have a good time, and he drank it in one gulp, but he drank the snowflakes, the coolness of the ghost locust tree, and the fireworks of the five grains.

"Hey, I should have thought of it a long time ago, isn't this the Fushengbai."

This wine has a little more flavor than the one in the Qiankun cabinet, maybe because I made this jar of wine by myself.

Immediately afterwards, he poured the clear water from the altar into another jar, then smeared it with sealing mud, and returned to the Music Room, intending to put the jar in his hand into the Qiankun cabinet.

And Yan Chixia saw Fang Bie coming back from outside with a wine jar in her arms, so she stopped working on the cup, and walked towards Fang Bie with a drunken face:

"Shopkeeper Fang, what kind of treasure is in the jar in your hand?"

Seeing that Yan Chixia was about to put her eyes on the wine jar, Fang Bie couldn't help laughing:
"It's the Fushengbai you often drink."

Yan Chixia scratched her head: "I didn't expect this wine to require so many natural materials and earthly treasures, and it's no wonder it's so delicious. Then can you give someone a taste of this jar."

Don't make trouble with him, so he handed him the jar in his hand, you can drink it yourself, and I will go up to do some errands.

"Tsk, I really don't understand you. There are so many things to do. Go ahead."

Yan Chixia waved her hands, hugged the wine jar and walked towards the group of chatting crowd.

"Look, everyone, this is the good wine that shopkeeper Fang gave us, why don't we thank him properly!"

The group of people saw that it was really a jar of wine, and they said in unison with joy:

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Fang!"

Then there was a din of voices and a staggering of toasts.

Fang Biejian was also a little happy in his heart, but he really liked the excitement, so he went to the guest room on the second floor.

While pushing open the door and entering, the Vanity Record also appeared in front of Fang Bie.

The divine light on the body of the book is introverted, and the pages are turned slowly, showing the fireworks in the world.

There are farmers plowing in the fields under the scorching sun; scholars with heads hanging from beams and awls piercing their buttocks; soldiers guarding the border and singing folk songs in secret;

Then these visions turned into stars and dissipated.

And a chain on the vanity record also broke in response.

A sapphire wine jar engraved with peach blossom wine and a sword were separated from the pages of the book and lay on the counter in front of Fang Bie.

One by one, the runes also broke away from the vanity record, surrounding the small building of Jianjianle, and faintly disappeared.

Fang Bie looked at this scene with great interest: "What a clever formation technique."

The ancient runes contain the power of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the powerful and unparalleled power of heaven and earth, and an inexplicable power that far exceeds the former two.

As soon as Yan Chixia downstairs noticed the changes in her surroundings, she was almost sober from the wine, her hair stood on end, and she even subconsciously touched the sword box behind her that had been placed in the guest room long ago.

The people around were not only a little surprised when they saw that Yan Chixia straightened up as if she had a convulsion:
"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I bit my tongue."

After thinking about it, the owner of this place is the unpredictable Fang Bie after all, and immediately felt that everything that happened here was reasonable.

After everything returned to silence, Fang Bie let out a sigh of relief slowly, "What an ingenious trick of the fairy family."

After the vision dissipated, Fang Bie's deep eyes also had a slight ripple.

Then he punched the wall of the guest room with a hammer. Even with only a little effort, the ordinary wall would have collapsed long ago, but at this moment a piece of rune wall appeared on the wall to block the attack.

"It turns out that I can even mobilize these powers to use them. It's amazing."

Then he set his sights on the wine jar and sword on the table, which were also rewards after this mission.

He picked up the sword on the table casually.

"The ancient sword withdraws from China."

The sword is more than three feet long, the blade is like snow, the divine light is restrained, and the ancient and complicated dense patterns are engraved on the sword body, making people daunting.

Put it in your hand and observe carefully, the sword's surface is like a mirror, and its sharpness is like a hair. At first glance, it is a famous weapon that is rare in the world.

Xin held a sword flower in his hand, and found that it was like an arm, and his mind was connected. It was much lighter than the previous sword, but it was also less heavy than the previous sword.

But Fang Bie has already reached the realm of a master in the sword, and the sword is just a tool, just trying to do it smoothly, even with a branch, he can break through thousands of horses and thousands of troops.

After all, there is no satisfactory weapon at this time, and this sword comes at the right time.

Then he inserted it into the empty scabbard at his waist. As for whether this sword has other powers, let's find out slowly later.

Then he set his sights on the wine jar.

Now everything in the tavern is pushed into Yan Chixia's hands, and it's rare to be free, so wouldn't it be nice to have a drink here.

Thinking so, Fang Bie opened the wine jar, and the rich fragrance of peach blossoms rushed to his face. If Fushengbai is a desolate and cool autumn, this peach blossom wine is a warm and warm spring.

Taking a big bite and smelling the light fragrance in the air also made Fang Bie feel satisfied.

The energy evaporated into the cup, and the wine poured into the cup like a waterfall, but not a single drop came out of the cup.

A warm current entered from the mouth, followed by the internal organs of the chest, and finally spread all over the body.

Fang Bie could even feel the aroma of peach blossoms remaining in his entire mouth.

Taking advantage of his slight drunkenness, he took another drink.

"Good wine, Huahualu really surprises me every time!"

His face was flushed with peach blossoms, and all the yin energy he had received in the underworld this day dissipated along with this wine.

The peach blossom brewer can dispel cold and relieve misfortune, and the entrance of the product will be empty of worries and worries.

　I implore all the parents of food and clothing to provide valuable opinions and support.

　　The wind chime is here for everyone to knock a few and have fun!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)