The man in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 103

a small bit!

Just a sip!

After taking a sip of wine, Yaoshi Qian felt that his tongue had been hit, and it was still violent!

It was like a person was hit on the head and face by thousands of hailstones falling from the sky as soon as he walked out of the house.

It's just that now, it's not the head and face that gets hit, but the tongue.

Yaoshi Qian didn't move his body, sitting peacefully like a mountain.

But his tongue was quivering.

Trembling.

Incessantly, trembling and trembling.

After taking a sip of wine, this is no longer a normal tongue, it is an out-of-control tongue!

acid!
sweet!
bitter!
pungent!
salty!
All kinds of tastes grouped together and attacked his tongue sneakily, and then his tongue wrapped around all his senses, making all his other senses disappear at this moment, only that kind of taste remained on the tongue Crashing wildly, crashing into heaven and earth.

It seemed as if it was only a moment, and it seemed that a hundred thousand years had passed.

Yaoshi Qian's tongue finally stopped shaking.

His feelings finally came back.

The eyes became brighter, and the light entered the eyes, as if returning to the world from the dark.

The ears can also hear all kinds of trivial sounds such as the wind.

Looking left and right, Yaoshi Qian felt as if he had regained his soul.

But still a little terrified!
Especially when his eyes fell on the wine glass in front of him.

In the wine glass, the blue waves are still undecided, still swaying slightly, making Yaoshi Qian's mind turbulent again.

What kind of wine is this, it's terrible!

What kind of living things are here, this is simply murder wine, killing people is not worth their lives!

Yaoshi Qian's gaze involuntarily shifted from the wine glass to Wu Dong's body on the opposite side of the table, and then unconsciously, there was a strong resentment in that gaze.

What kind of courtesy and filial piety is this? This is clearly an attempt to send this bad old man away!
But at this moment, Yaoshi Qian was stunned.

Because he saw the boy on the opposite side raised his wine glass again, obviously took a big sip, and after that, quite intoxicated expression appeared on his face!

It's like what a peerless wine you just drank!
Pharmacist Qian was dumbfounded.

This kid, did he ruin his tongue when making wine?Can't quite taste it?

In an instant, Yaoshi Qian thought of such a possibility.

Otherwise, can you still be intoxicated after drinking this wine?
What a joke!
"Wu Dong, what does this wine taste like?"

Thinking of this, Yaoshi Qian asked tentatively.

"It's a very small and fresh smell, like a mountain forest after the rain!"

Wu Dong closed his eyes slightly, and took another sip of wine!

Fresh!

Still fresh!

Yaoshi Qian confirmed that this child really killed his tongue because of wine making!

The next moment, there was sympathy in his eyes.

"Master Qian, come and drink, isn't this wine not to your liking?"

Wu Dong persuaded him to drink.

The sympathy in Qian Yaoshi's eyes disappeared.

I don't know if this wine is right for my taste, but I am sure that this wine is not right for my taste!

This is not drinking, this is bee stinging, no, tongue stinging!

The messy taste on the tongue gradually dissipated.

Pharmacist Qian breathed a sigh of relief instinctively.

The shock caused by the wine just now finally recovered.

Yaoshi Qian should have felt relaxed, but before the relaxation came, there was an inexplicable feeling of emptiness on his tongue and even in his entire mouth.

It seems that something is missing.

Yaoshi Qian's gaze unconsciously shifted to the wine glass in front of him.

Looking at the emerald green that was no longer rippling, unexpectedly, inexplicably swallowed.

Oh my god!
Is he hungry?
Is he greedy for this wine?
Yaoshi Qian was stunned by his own reaction.

His mouth, his tongue, betrayed him!

This is definitely not what he meant!
Absolutely not!
"Master Qian, please!"

The damn kid on the opposite side tried to persuade him to drink again.

Not only the mouth, not only the tongue, at this moment, Yaoshi Qian found sadly that even his own hands had betrayed him. Under his helpless gaze, he picked up the wine in front of him, and then poured it into his mouth...

Immediately, Yaoshi Qian no longer had the mood and feeling to mourn, and his tongue was being punched and kicked again...

One bite, one bite, another bite!
Seduced by that damn kid opposite, before he knew it, Qian Yaoshi had already drank all the wine in his cup!

On this day, the final situation was that Wu Dongren left, but the basket remained, and the entire basket was filled with this kind of raw wine of all things!
In the days that followed, Yaoshi Qian fell into a world of ice and fire.

That damn kid who persuaded him to drink had already gone back to his own mountain. It stands to reason that Yaoshi Qian wouldn't even touch the wine in the basket.

Don't touch it, even if you glance at it, he loses!
pity.

Things don't go as planned.

Pharmacist Qian lost a lot!
Waking up the next morning, Yaoshi Qian unconsciously thought of the wine he drank yesterday.

bah bah bah!
That is not wine that people can drink!
At noon, Yaoshi Qian thought about the wine he drank yesterday.

Not to mention, it's exciting.

Yaoshi Qian's mouth involuntarily drools.

roll roll roll!
Even if I beat this old man to death, this old man won't drink that damned wine again!

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky into clouds, red and bright.

Obviously looking at the bright red, Qian Yaoshi inexplicably remembered the piece of green in the wine glass yesterday.

What did the kid say.

Forest after rain?

Little fresh?
Pooh!
bah bah bah!
Yaoshi Qian shook his head, throwing out all the messy things that popped up in his mind.

At night, after practicing.

Normally, it's time to sleep.

Yaoshi Qian remembered the wine he drank yesterday again.

After wandering, wandering, wandering for a long time, Yaoshi Qian went to the savings room outside.

The basket of wine was placed in the storage room.

Don't get me wrong, he's definitely not going to drink that wine!
He just wanted to count how many jugs of wine that kid had sent, it seemed a bit too much.

One altar, two altars, three altars, seventeen altars.

Including the altar opened yesterday, there are eighteen altars in total.

Looking at the only empty jar next to the basket, Yaoshi Qian felt a little uncomfortable.

Seventeen is in the pannier.

There is one outside the back basket.

not good.

not good.

It would be much better if it was sixteen and two.

Thinking like this, the next moment, Yaoshi Qian took a jug of wine in his hand, and carried it from the basket to the small table in the yard outside.

No matter, drink!
The evening breeze is blowing, drink some wine, just right!

After doing a good job of psychological training, the next moment, Yaoshi Qian opened the jar.

Another day.

In the pannier, outside the pannier, fifteen and three.

Another day.

In the pannier, out of the pannier, fourteen and four.

Another day.

In the pannier, out of the pannier, thirteen and five.

Another day.

In the pannier, outside the pannier, twelve and six.

……

A few days later, Pharmacist Qian also discovered that the wine named Wanwusheng is really exciting, very exciting!But it doesn't hurt the tongue.

Not only that, drinking this wine, the tongue seems to be getting more and more sensitive.

Even eating, you can taste many flavors that you can't taste in the past.

In addition, Yaoshi Qian also discovered many other magical uses of this wine.

For example, having a cup in the morning is extremely refreshing!

For example, if you have a drink at night, sit in the small courtyard and drink it slowly, your whole brain will be completely emptied, and then you will feel extremely relaxed and comfortable physically and mentally. That state, that feeling, is better than being in meditation, not in meditation. !
Then, Pharmacist Qian discovered that the taste of this wine has subtle changes in every sip.

The last bite and this one.

This sip and the next sip.

The taste is always different!
Regarding this point, Yaoshi Qian thought it was an illusion at first, because his tongue was beaten unreasonably by the wine, so there was a little illusion in tasting.

This is normal!
But slowly, Pharmacist Qian discovered that this is not the case!

This wine is changing!

Or, it was his tongue that was changing!

In short, it's either the wine or the tongue, or the tongue is the wine. One of the two always changes, resulting in subtle differences in the taste of every sip of wine.

Yaoshi Qian didn't believe in this evil, and tasted the taste more and more carefully.

But as he became more and more meticulous, there were fewer and fewer wine jars in the basket.

until this day.

Yaoshi Qian looked at himself, and picked up the only jug of wine in the basket.

The only jar of wine...

"Who stole my wine!"

(End of this chapter)