The Boss Behind The Game

Dragon Country, Drunk Spring Mountain.

It was night, and a bright moon was hovering over the sky, and the bright moonlight was scattered, and the mottled branches and leaves were mottled to the ground. A gust of wind blew and the branches rustled.

"Bang!" At this moment a dark shadow fell on a century-old tree, and then the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground broke the original quiet mountain atmosphere and startled several turtledoves.

After a while, the figure slowly stood up from the tree.

He first looked up at Haoyue above his head, then looked around, and murmured aggressively:

"Where am I? Who am I ?!"

"Oh!" During the conversation, the man suddenly made a wine goblet, and the thick wine exhaled from his mouth.

Through the moonlight, it can be found that the man flushed, apparently drinking too much alcohol, and at this moment even forget who he is and where he is.

After thinking for a while, the man scratched his head and found that he could not remember any useful information.

He tried to touch himself, and found that there was nothing else but the clothing he wore and the wine gourd hanging on his waist.

So he reached out and took off the wine gourd hanging on his waist and shook it. Suddenly, the sound of a jingling liquid rang, which also aroused the desire in his heart.

Then he unplugged the plug, sniffed it, and couldn't help but spit it into himself.

The mellow liquor entered the throat, he just felt that his whole blood was ignited, and he ran down and shuttled in his body, and then he fell down again gorgeously, and then snorted, forgetting everything ...

At noon the next day, bird sounds from around him awakened the long-sleeping man. He sat up, opened his eyes, and rubbed his messy hair, still looking blank, apparently not yet awake.

Like last night, he first murmured "Who am I, where am I", then began to observe himself, and then focused on the jug again.

But this time, the jug was out of wine and the man failed to drink.

Just in meditation, his eyes regained a touch of clarity, and he gradually remembered who he was.

"My name is Qu Zui, what a good name, ha ha!" Qu Zui murmured with a smile.

After sitting still for so long, the memories flowed. That is, at this moment, he suddenly changed his face, and then decisively got up from the ground, hurriedly embarked on the side of the mountain road, and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

"It's bad, it's bad, my wine!"

Although Qu Zui seems to be 40 or 50 years old, when he climbs up the mountain, he walks as fast as he can. He can cross three or four steps every time he kicks his legs and walks towards the top of the mountain.

After rushing for about half an hour, Qu Zui suddenly changed direction when approaching the top of the mountain, and rushed to the side of the waterfall.

When he came to the cliff and stepped on it hard, his body soared like a swallow, straight through the waterfall in the rapids, and crashed into the back of the waterfall.

In the imagination, the scene of crashing into a cliff did not appear. What appeared to Qu Zui was a water curtain hole. The interior was covered with moss and vines, and there were flowers at the foot. The interior was full of vitality.

After entering this water curtain cave, Qu Zui hurriedly rushed forward, turned over a few forks, and came to a vacant lot.

"Ah, ah! My wine!"

When seeing the red-hot iron pot on the open space, Qu Zui screamed hysterically.

Holding a one-tenth chance, Qu Zui quickly approached the iron pot, stared down and stared into the iron pot, seemingly expecting to leave the liquor that had not been evaporated.

However, the fact is that there was no drop of liquid in his hot pot.

At this moment, it seemed like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

For Qu Zui, this was an unbearable fatal blow. He sat subconsciously on the ground and felt that life was hopeless.

This pot of wine has been brewed for three years, three years!

During repeated fermentation, mixing, distilling, pouring into the mountain spring, flame refining and other steps, the procedures are complicated. It can be said that Qu Zui spent all three years of his energy to brew this pot of wine.

For this reason, during the brewing process, Qu Zui also searched the entire Zuiquan Mountain, and found all kinds of rare herbs to be incorporated into it.

But at this moment all have come to nothing ...

Thinking of his experience a few days ago, Qu Zui couldn't help but want to pump two slaps.

Just three days ago, when this new pot of wine was about to be successfully brewed, he was happy to have a drink to celebrate.

As a result, the drink couldn't stop.

During this period, Qu Zui was drunk three times and woke up three times. The whole process was an aggressive posture and an endless loop.

At this moment, if the liquor in the jug had not been consumed, Qu Zui felt that perhaps he could go on and on indefinitely ...

In fact, he knew that he was addicted to drinking. Therefore, in order to make this pot of "Lingquan Wine", he has not touched a drop of wine in three years, so as not to make himself muddled.

I also have a wine gourd hanging on my waist every day to get an eye addiction.

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

In their records, the composers were former practitioners and brewed countless famous spirit wines.

Although it ’s the end of the Dharma era, and the aura has dried up, they have n’t weakened in their veins. Instead, they have found a new way to make themselves different from ordinary people in the end of the Dharma era.

Baihua health wine, tiger blood bone wine, turtle birthday wine, etc ...

Even if the aura is exhausted, their songwriters have come out of a way to combine winemaking and physical strength in the end of the French era.

In fact, Qu Zui seems to be 40 or 50 years old, and the actual age is already close to 100 years old ~ www.readwn.com ~ all these are the magic effects brought by these special liquors.

And the "Lingquan wine" that he brewed this time is the best wine among the liquors inherited from their Qujia, except those that need to be brewed with aura. After drinking this wine, Yanshou hasn't said it for more than ten years, and his physical fitness can be condensed so that he will not be invaded by all diseases.

So for Qu Zui, for this pot of good wine, bear with him for three years!

During his three-year winemaking career, although Qu Zui thought of giving up countless times, he finally clenched his teeth.

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

Moreover, he felt that he had been suffocating for three years. Although he had not stopped drinking, it had been three years. Now he can at least restrain himself when drinking.

So the problem is not big.

However, the fact is completely the opposite. For the moment when the tongue touches the liquor, it is the sublimation of the soul for Qu Zui.

At that moment, the song was drunk and forgotten, everything was left behind, and there was only one thought in my mind.

Drink, have a good time, there is wine today, drunk, whether it is right or wrong tomorrow!

Drinking, what you want is the mood of being intoxicated, what is wine, a drunk to solve all the worries, do not fall in love, how to get drunk, and how to be happy!

Qu Zui felt that his thoughts at the time were very good, very Nais, in line with the usual thoughts of future generations of drinkers, and the orthodox descendants are undoubted.

But now he wants to bang his head!

The sleep was three days, and he suffered three years for it. The successful brewing of "Lingquan Liquor" turned into a bubble. He didn't even drop a drop, and he didn't taste it.

Thinking of this, he fell to the ground decadently, his eyes gradually disappeared.

Born without love ...

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