The Boss Behind The Game

What's the fastest thing in life?

Everyone can give a different answer to this question.

But the answer must be the strongest desire in that person's heart.

And Qu Zui's biggest desire is "wine."

He enjoyed the joy of the liquor into his throat, indulged in the misty beauty brought by the liquor, and the thoughts and sights of the moment of intoxication were blurred, it seemed that there was nothing more than happiness.

Wine can bring benefits as well as many disadvantages.

But one thing is constant. At the moment when the mind is intoxicated, the drunken person will inevitably drop all the burdens on his body and become a true self.

This is an emotional release. In this state, good and evil are impermanent!

So the debate on wine has never stopped since ancient times.

Some people say that this is a bad thing and degenerates people, and then there is something wrong after being drunk.

But some people say this is a good thing. Most of the ancient literati Mo Ke left a lot of ancient sentences in the drunkenness, and they have a long history, adding a strong ink to history and culture.

However, whether it is drunk to solve the sorrow, or the wine is in the sorrow and the sorrow is more sorrowful, the distinction between good and bad is never determined by one's point of view.

As a descendant of the Qu family, "Qu Zui" also has his own point of view, that is, the views of others are all farts!

There is only one simple reason for him to drink: it is delicious!

As for the drunk accidents or the drunkenness of inspiration, there seems to be only one reason for Qu Zui.

Not enough to drink!

As a veteran alcoholic, he has been intoxicated all year round, so he knows exactly what a drunk person looks like.

In this state, whatever drunk lying on the battlefield, or drunkenly lit the lamp, or asked the wine to the sky, etc., all are clouds.

At that moment, the thoughts in my mind will become very simple:

"Who am I and where am I?"

From the perspective of Qu Zui, this is the real drunk, which can not interfere with others, and there is no burst of inspiration.

As for adding any good or bad definition to "wine", it didn't make sense to him!

Which of those people drink is purely based on drinking to achieve their goals!

Drink at the table for the sake of drinking, drink at the bar for the sake of desire, and so on ... This seems to Qu Zui, are you a hooligan for wine!

And Qu Zui is such a person who really loves drinking.

He had been exposed to wine since he was urinating, and for the first time he drank new wine from his father's tank. It was the first time he was drunk, so he slept deep into the night, and even forgot to go to school, scaring parents and teachers to find him all day.

It was also the first time he was beaten for "wine."

But when I tasted the taste, Qu Zui couldn't let it go. From time to time, I always try to steal the wine of my father and other elders.

So he had a simple concept of wine since he was a kid, he just wanted to drink it.

To this day, this concept is still the most intuitive definition of alcohol by Qu Zui.

And he worked hard for three years to make "xianquan wine". During this period, the wine did not stick, and it was precisely to drink the "wine" that had never been drunk before. That's it.

Therefore, it is not good for him to drink, not for his name, and not for others. He drinks easily and drinks happily!

...

Just now ...

Looking at the red-hot iron pot, Qu Zui had no eyes, feeling that his body was hollowed out.

This feeling is like you are a collector. When collecting a rare piece of rare treasure, the meat hurts and spends a lot of money to buy it around. It has spent a lot of energy for it, but when the treasure pieces are collected, Lost it ...

The kind of heartache is indescribable, but it is enough to suffocate.

At least Ququ is like this at this moment, breathing becomes difficult at this moment, lying on the ground softly, wanting to die.

"Xianquan, Xianquan, I look forward to you for three years, but why are you gone? I feel so sad!"

Looking at the iron pot, Qu Zui muttered like a child, as if he lost his most beloved toy.

In fact, he had the idea of ​​brewing a pot of "xianquan wine" personally as early as 20 years ago. However, he persisted for less than a month at that time.

After that he tried again and again and again, but all ended in failure.

After all, it's because he's too drunk.

For Qu Zui, do n’t eat rice for a day, and do n’t drink wine for a day.

In fact he did just that.

Because the liquor he brews is rich in nutrients, even if he does not eat, his body will not have any faults. Instead, he will be moisturized by the liquor produced by special methods, and his health will remain strong.

In the past three years, in order to brew "Xianquanjiu" Qu drunk, he refrained from drinking. By picking wild fruits in the mountains to satisfy his hunger, he occasionally went down to the modern city for a meal.

Three years ago, Qu Zui ate wine as a "rice".

So for Qu Zui, the last three years of brewing Xianquan wine have been a lot of perseverance.

The more and more distressed Qu Zui trembled and climbed up, staggered to the side, picked one from the wine gourd on the ground, shook it twice, after confirming that there was wine in the interior, he pulled the plug and poured it A big mouthful.

When the liquor entered the throat, Qu Zui's body finally stopped trembling with sadness. The unabated alcohol in the body grows again with the infusion of new wine, and the sight gradually becomes dim at this moment.

The wine he made was not strong, but he was intoxicating, even if he had such a physical quality, he couldn't support it after a few mouthfuls, and fell to the ground after two steps.

"The anxiety subsides, the anxiety subsides ..." Murmuring his eyes became heavy.

Under the dimness of drunkenness, Qu Zui gradually forgot the worries at the moment.

The wine became melancholy, turning into acacia tears.

As for who is missing, Xianquan Wine ...

After a while, the cave screamed like a thunder, only to wake up after a while drunk Qu Qu went into sleep again.

In his dream, he drank "Xianquan Wine" and tasted the aura wine made by countless ancestors. At that moment, he felt very happy. The only regret is that these wines seem to have no taste ...

A blink of an eye came to the next day, and after being awakened, Qu Zui fell into an aggressive state again.

After smashing it twice, Qu Zui asked three questions in philosophy.

who am I? Where did it come from? Where to go?

Alas, here is a gourd that looks familiar ...

Qu Zui's "Law of Infinite Loop" was opened at this moment.

But the sequela is that the concept of time becomes very vague.

When I woke up again, another day passed.

After being awake, Qu Zui wanted to grab the wine gourd in front of him again. At this moment, he reached out his hands and lifted the wine gourd in front of him.

Immediately after being drunk, he felt that his head was being patted, and a heartfelt coolness escaped from Tianlinggai to the whole body, making him unable to bear a snoring, and the drunkenness in his body suddenly subsided.

At the moment when his eyes were clear, Qu Zui found himself standing in front of a kind-looking white-haired man. This man revealed a dust, like a fairy, and could not help but let him look.

As consciousness gradually recovered, Qu Zui suddenly remembered who this person was.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there is a real person in Guiyun Zongshi: Seven!

He is also familiar with this person, and was one of his close friends when his father, who was already in the soil, was alive.

"Seven heads, are you?" Thinking of this, the seven whispered and asked.

"Exactly!" Seven said with a smile, and said.

After hearing the seven answers, Qu Zui showed such a look.

?? Actually, how long has it taken since their last meeting, Qu Zui has long forgotten, but at least it has been more than ten years. However, at the moment of Qu Zui, the appearance of the head of the ghost Yunzong has not changed at all even after so many years, it really makes him feel magical.

"Seven heads, do you have anything to do with me? It is rumored that you are not on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and you will not be born if you do n’t realize how to cultivate the true essence?

The seven heard and did not answer directly, but spoke:

"Thank you for more than 20 years, don't come here for nothing, this time I came to you because I have something I want to ask for your help!"

Qu Zui heard it, even more embarrassing:

"You want me to help, seriously?"

Qu Zui knows his weight and weight. Except for the brewing technology, it is completely useless, and nothing compares with the "real person" in front of me, so I don't understand why real people want to find themselves.

The seven heard and nodded with a smile:

"It's like this, a wine competition will be held recently, and the prizes will be of great help to my cultivation, so I want to ask you to help me to win this championship. I know you have this strength!"

"Brewing competition? When did we have this in the cultivation world?" Qu Zui looked surprised.

Suddenly I feel that I have been sleeping too long, and I am confused.

As a winemaking family, he has never heard of any winemaking competition, because in the cultivation world, except for their composers who are qualified to hold such competitions, they are not worthy!

And in the practice world, they are the only musicians who make wine!

Seems to be aware of Qu Zui's doubts, and the seven immediately began to explain ~ www.readwn.com ~ When the seven explained, Qu Zui had listened very carefully at first, but then he was dumbfounded.

campaign? game? The brewing game in the game!

After listening to the seven people, Qu Zui couldn't help murmuring:

"You are all seven years old, and I'm not too young, just stop joking with me, I'm in a bad mood right now and can't laugh!"

Qu Zui's response was already expected by the seven, so he immediately said:

"No amount of explanation is better than trying it yourself. Go, I invite you to drink good wine!"

Hearing the word "good wine", the moody drunk suddenly became excited:

"Seven heads, you really mean what a good wine!"

"Mulin spirits!"

"What wine is this? Why haven't I heard of it before?" Qu Zuiran.

"Good wine in the game!"

"Seven heads, I still have something, so I won't go!" I heard that it was the wine in the game, and the enthusiasm for Qu Zui faded away, and I felt dull.

In his opinion, he was in his 90s, and what games he was playing were naive.

And he really wanted to understand why the seven people who had a firm faith in faith practiced ordinary games, for fear that it wasn't the practice's madness.

Thinking of this, Qu Zui cast a pitying look on the seven.

"Qu Zui, if you believe me, just follow me. I won't let you down. You are a winemaker and it is very suitable for you. I also believe that your winemaking will definitely shine there!" Looking at Qu Zui with a faint interest, the seven could not help but persuade again.

After listening to seven people saying that he was a winemaker, Qu Zui couldn't help but look at the iron pan beside him, his expression suddenly became irrelevant:

"I'm an alcoholic. What winemaker is it?"

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