Dragon Country, Drunken Spring Mountain.

It was already night, and a bright moon hung high in the sky, sprinkling a bright moonlight, mottled on the ground through the lush branches and leaves, and a gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves swayed and rustled.

"Bang!" At this time, a black shadow fell from a hundred-year-old tree, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded, breaking the originally silent mountain atmosphere and startling several turtledoves.

After a few moments, the figure slowly stood up from the tree.

He first looked up at Haoyue above his head, then looked around, and muttered with a confused expression:

"Where am I? I...... Who the hell am I? ”

"Hiccup!" As he spoke, the man suddenly burped, and a heavy smell of wine exhaled from his mouth.

By the moonlight, it could be seen that the man's face was flushed, obviously because he had drunk too much, and at the moment he even forgot who he was and where he was.

After standing there and thinking for a moment, the man scratched his head and found that he still couldn't remember any useful information.

He tried to touch himself, and found that there was nothing but the clothes he wore and the wine gourd that hung from his waist.

So he reached out and took the wine gourd hanging from his waist and shook it. Suddenly, the liquid swaying "ding dong" sound sounded, which also aroused the desire in his heart.

Then he pulled the stopper, sniffed it, and then couldn't help but pour a few large sips into himself.

The mellow liquor entered his throat, and he only felt that the blood in his body was ignited, and it was crumbling and shuttling in his body, and then he fell down gorgeously again, and then snored like tiredness, forgetting everything......

At noon the next day, the sound of birdsong wakes up the man who had been asleep for a long time. He sat up, opened his eyes, and rubbed his messy hair, still looking dazed, apparently not yet sober.

As he had done last night, he first muttered "who am I and where am I," then began to observe himself again, and then his attention fell on the flask again.

However, this time, there was no more wine in the flask, and the man failed to drink it.

In this meditation, his eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he gradually remembered who he was.

"It turns out that my name is Qu Zui, what a name, hehe!" Qu Zui, who had not yet sobered up, muttered with a smile.

After meditating like this for a while, memories flooded back. At this moment, his face suddenly changed, and then he decisively got up from the ground, hurriedly walked up the mountain road on the side, and ran towards the top of the mountain.

"Oh no, no, my wine!"

Although Qu Zui seems to be forty or fifty years old, when he goes up the mountain, he walks like a fly, and every time he kicks his legs, he can step over three or four steps and walk towards the top of the mountain.

After about half an hour of hurrying, Qu Zui suddenly changed direction when he was approaching the top of the mountain and rushed to the waterfall on the side.

When he came to the edge of the cliff, he stepped hard under his feet, and his figure soared like a swallow, straight through the waterfall in the rapids, and crashed into the back of the waterfall.

The imaginary scene of hitting the cliff wall did not appear, and what appeared in front of Qu Zui was a water curtain cave, which was covered with moss and vines, and the feet were full of flowers, and the interior was full of life.

After entering this water curtain cave, Qu Zui hurriedly walked forward, turned a few forks, and came to an open space.

"Ahhhh My wine!"

When he saw the red-hot iron pot in the clearing, Qu Zui let out a hysterical scream.

With a 1 in 10,000 possibility, Qu Zui hurriedly approached the iron pot, lowered his head and stared into the iron pot, as if he was hoping that there would still be wine that had not been evaporated.

However, the fact is that there is not a drop of liquid left in his red-hot iron pot.

At this moment, it was like a bolt from the blue.

For Qu Zui, this was simply an unbearable fatal blow, and he subconsciously sat on the ground decadently, feeling that there was no hope in life.

He has been brewing this pot of wine for three years, three years!

During this period, there are many complicated procedures such as repeated fermentation, mixing, distillation, pouring into mountain springs, and flame refining. It can be said that Qu Zui spent all his energy in the past three years to make this pot of wine.

For this reason, during the brewing period, Qu Zui also searched the entire Zuiquan Mountain, and found all kinds of rare medicinal materials to integrate into it, which can be described as painstaking.

But all of them came to naught......

Thinking of the experience of the past few days, Qu Zui couldn't help but want to slap himself twice.

Just three days ago, when the new pot was about to be made, he happily prepared to take two sips to celebrate.

As a result, I couldn't stop drinking.

During this period, Qu was drunk three times and woke up three times, and the whole process was in a stunned posture, an infinite loop.

At this moment, if it weren't for the fact that the wine in the jug had been drunk, Qu Zui felt that maybe he could repeat it indefinitely......

In fact, he knew that he was a heavy drinker. So in order to make this pot of "Lingquan Wine", he didn't touch a drop of wine for three years, in order not to let himself get muddy.

I also hang a wine gourd on my waist every day to get over my eyes.

Such restraint is not because he has strong self-control, but because Lingquan wine is his lifelong dream, and it is a special winemaking method that their composers have been trying for generations.

In the records, their Qu family used to be a person in the cultivation world, and they had brewed countless very famous spirit wines.

Although it is now the era of the end of the law and the aura is exhausted, their Qu family line has not weakened, but has found a new path, making themselves also different from ordinary people in this era of the end of the law.

Baihua Health Wine, Tiger Blood Muscle and Bone Wine, Turtle Shou Wine and so on......

Even if the aura was exhausted, their Qu family still walked out of a way to strengthen their bodies by combining winemaking in the era of the end of the law.

In fact, Qu Zui seems to be forty or fifty years old, and his actual age is already close to 100 years old, all of which are also the miraculous effects of these special liquors.

And the "Lingquan Wine" he made this time, among the liquors inherited by their Qu family, except for those that need to be brewed with aura, is the best wine. After drinking this wine, not to mention prolonging life for more than ten years, physical fitness can be condensed, so that all diseases will not be invaded.

So for Qu Zui, for this pot of good wine, what about putting up with him for three years!

During his three-year winemaking career, although he thought about giving up countless times, he finally gritted his teeth and survived.

However, just three days ago, when the dream was about to succeed, Qu Zui had the urge to drink two sips to celebrate.

And he feels that he has been holding back for three years, although he has not quit drinking, but it has been three years, and now he can at least restrain himself when he drinks.

So it's not a big problem.

However, the truth is completely opposite, when the tongue touches the wine, for Qu Zui, it is the sublimation of the soul.

At that moment, I was so drunk that I forgot everything, and there was only one thought in my mind.

Drink, drink happily, there is wine today and drunk tomorrow, regardless of whether it is right or wrong tomorrow!

Drinking, what you want is this kind of intoxicating mood, what is wine, a drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows, not fascinated, how to get drunk, how to be happy!

Qu Zui felt that his thoughts at that time were very good, very nice, in line with the consistent thoughts of the descendants of the Qu family when they drank, and there was no doubt about the orthodox descendants.

But now he wants to blow his head off!

This sleep was three days, and he worked hard for three years, and the "Lingquan Wine" that was about to be successfully brewed came to naught, not even a drop was left, and he didn't taste it.

Thinking of this, he fell to the ground in a decadent manner, his eyes gradually becoming blank.

There is no love in life......