I'm not a god of wine

Chapter 62 Inferior Bitter Wine
It takes at least ten days for a wine to go from raw material to finished product.

Xu Le was leaving Jialing City in three days, but he had already arranged everything that followed.

From the moment the formula of Jinyuye fell into the hands of the Wang family, the plan had already started, and the fate of the Wang and Xie families was almost doomed.

Under the coordination of Cao Hai, the brewers were full of energy and began to prepare the improved version of Jinyuye. Xu Le took a look and stopped paying attention.

He set his sights in the direction of Dad's secret wine cellar.

It's been a long time since he introduced the Immortal Sect to attack the city, and this time, he wanted to drink to his heart's content.

Wine in front of the statue of St. Ducam.

Opening the entrance of the wine cellar with ease, Xu Le came to the wine cellar again.

Last time, he drank hundreds of altars of wine from the cellar, and the entire cellar was in a mess as if a big mouse had entered it.

When he came back this time, the wine cellar was still the same as when he left.

Scattered empty wine jars are everywhere, the aroma of wine fills the air, and there are traces left by the dried wine on the ground.

No one seemed to have come in.

Xu Le thought to himself, he took a deep breath of the wine-scented air, walked to a shelf, picked up a jar of Yutangchun, opened the wine seal, and drank with his head raised.

As the wine entered his throat, a fiery feeling filled his whole body, and Xu Le immediately felt comfortable all over.

At the same time, a small redemption pill also appeared in his hand.

Throwing the little Huandan into his mouth like a bean, Xu Le walked and watched, carefully inspecting every corner of the wine cellar.

The last time I didn't check the wine cellar properly, I left in a hurry.

This time, he wants to see what good things exist in the wine cellar, which the old man hides so secretly.

After a while, Xu Le visited the whole wine cellar.

In this wine cellar, there are a total of fifty wine racks, and each wine rack holds more than twenty jugs of fine wine, and they are all divided according to the place of origin and aroma of the wine.

Every wine is almost of the highest quality.

Xu Le walked all the way, but he didn't see a jar of wine below the middle level of ordinary rank.

"The market price of a high-grade fine wine is at least 300 taels of silver. There are at least thousands of jars of wine here, that is to say, no less than 30 taels of silver."

Xu Le made a rough calculation, and couldn't help feeling a burst of emotion in his heart.

My father is really rich, and the figure of 30 taels may not make any sense.

But one must know that Jialing City's annual tax is only 300 million taels of silver.

The fine wine in this wine cellar is worth one-tenth of the annual tax revenue of Jialing City. From this we can see how frighteningly rich the Xu family, being a wealthy family in Jialing, possesses.

"I was a down and out alcoholic in my previous life, but I didn't expect to become a super rich second generation in this life." Xu Le took a sip of his wine and couldn't help laughing at himself.

Xu Le inadvertently looked at the jar of wine in front of him, and suddenly his expression changed, and he let out a small sigh.

The jar of wine in front of me is a bit strange.

It's not how good its quality is, on the contrary, it's just an inferior wine.

It's the same as the inferior sweet wine he drank when he just traveled here.

"Bitter wine, quality: inferior, wine tasting reward: unknown."

In such a wine cellar full of high-quality wine, it is really strange that a jar of bad wine suddenly appeared.

It was as if among the elites in suits and leather shoes, a fat house dick suddenly appeared.

Strange, abrupt.

"something wrong."

Xu Le frowned slightly, put down Yutangchun in his hand, and reached out to grab the jar of bad wine in front of him.

"Huh?" To Xu Le's surprise, the wine jug seemed to have taken root and remained motionless on the wine rack.

Xu Le bent down and took a closer look, only to find that the bottom of the altar and the wine rack were connected together.

After thinking about it, Xu Le reached out and hugged the wine jar, trying to turn it left and right.

"Kakkaka..."

As Xu Le rotated the wine jar clockwise, a burst of machine sounds sounded at the same time.

After the entire wine jar spun around, there was a bang, and a stone door slowly appeared on the wall behind the wine rack.

There are words on the stone gate.

Xu Le licked his lips and took a closer look.

It says on the door.

"All disciples of my Seven Wine Sword Sect who want to enter this door must first drink three cups of bitter wine and write down the bitter wine recipe on the door before knocking on the door."

"Seven Wine Swordsman?"

Xu Le's eyes were puzzled, what kind of sect is this?
There are countless sects in the world, among which the most famous are no more than the twelve, also known as the twelve giants by the world.

There are poems in the rivers and lakes, there are two holy places in the east and the west, four sects in the north and south, Xuanyuan Luo Shenjian, and one teaching of the two families.

Among them, the Holy Land of East and West refers to the Holy Land of Kunlun in the west and the Holy Land of Yaochi in the East China Sea. These two are the most powerful among the twelve sects, so they are called Holy Land.

As for the four sects in the north and south, they are the Qingling Sect and the Tianshi Dao Sect in the south.Xuantianmen in the north, Shaolin Zen.

Xuanyuan Luoshen Sword refers to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and Luoshen Sword Palace. These two sects are all sword cultivators, focusing on swords.

The two teach together.

It is Shangguan, Zhuge's two thousand-year-old family, and Yinxianjiao.

In addition to these twelve major forces, there are countless other small sects, and most of them submit to the imperial court, and there are records in the six gates of the imperial court.

Those sects that refuse to submit to the record are regarded as heretics by the imperial court, and they are resolutely attacked by demonic sects.

For example, Yinxianjiao is like this.

This is the first time Xu Le has seen the name of the Seven Wine Sword Sect.

"You have to drink three cups of bitter wine and write down the recipe before you can enter?" Xu Le thought for a while, walked to the jar of bitter wine, and opened its wine seal.

Suddenly, an extremely unpleasant smell rushed over.

There is a strong sour smell in the bitterness, Xu Le swears that this is the first time he has smelled such an unpleasant smell of wine in his previous life and this life.

It was like the smell of stinky socks that hadn't been washed for half a year, Xu Le couldn't help retching, and almost vomited out the wine he drank first.

"This shit is made of shit..." Xu Le complained in his heart, retreating for the first time.

Do you really want to drink this stuff?Still drinking three cups in a row?

Hesitated for a long time.

In the end, curiosity prevailed.

Xu Le pinched his nose, frowned, and took a spoon out of the altar with a small wine spoon.

The liquor of this bitter wine was cloudy, and there seemed to be many impurities in it.

"What the hell, I even drank Nether Drunkenness, why are you still afraid of this?" Xu Le gritted his teeth, felt a pang in his heart, and drank it down in one gulp.

Immediately, an extremely bitter taste rushed straight to the sky,

Xu Le's mind was buzzing, his throat seemed to be pinched, and he coughed desperately.

"Bitter wine, quality: inferior (recipe is as follows, can be improved) wine tasting reward: body quenching cream (top grade)."

The words that appeared in front of him finally relieved the bitterness in Xu Le's mouth a little bit.

Body quenching ointment, as the name suggests, is a plaster used to temper the body, it is extremely rare, a piece of body quenching ointment the size of a fingernail is worth a thousand taels, and it is low-grade.

Xu Le glanced at the slap-sized high-grade Body Tempering Cream in his hand, and somewhat comforted his fragile heart.

But Xu Le's face collapsed again at the thought of having to drink three cups in a row.

"Two sips left." Xu Le's face was bluish and white, he closed his eyes, and took another sip while suppressing the bitterness.

He had never found drinking so difficult.

"If this goes on like this, I'm going to give up drinking soon..." After taking another gulp, Xu Le opened his eyes, muttered to himself, his face turned pale, and he smiled wryly.

(End of this chapter)