The Holy Infant Fell to the Ground, and a Cry Opened the Gate of Heaven!

　　"It's okay, then why should I learn to drink?" Lin Xuan said.

　　"There are many unrelated things in the world, but the two are indispensable." Lin Hao said.

　　Although Lin Hao explained it, Lin Xuan didn't understand it, but Lin Hao knew that Lin Xuan would definitely understand it in the future, and it would be very profound.

　　Lin Hao continued, "Come to me when you learn to drink."

　　……

　　Wine can intoxicate and wake people up.

　　Lin Xuan didn't know why he was drinking, but he had to drink it, because he wanted to become stronger, but it seemed that becoming stronger had nothing to do with alcohol, but Lin Xuan had to drink.

　　The pungentness of the wine made Lin Xuan's tears come out the moment he entered it. Lin Xuan didn't like this kind of thing very much, and maybe the drinker didn't like the taste of the wine when they first drank it.

　　But if you don't like it, you have to drink it.

　　There was a jar of wine on the table, and Lin Xuan couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but he picked up the jar and poured it into his mouth.

　　Most of the people who drink for the first time just take a sip from a small wine glass, but they are rarely like Lin Xuan.

　　Lin Hao sat there, quietly watching Lin Xuan drink the jar of wine desperately, while Lin Hao picked up the teapot and filled himself with a cup of strong tea. .

Chapter 227

　　Chapter Differences

　　Halfway through the jar of wine, Lin Xuan's face turned red, maybe he was drunk, or maybe he was suffocated.

　　The first time I drank, it was half an altar.

　　Lin Xuan put down the wine jar and stared at Lin Hao with his red eyes: "Am I drinking like this?"

　　Lin Hao picked up the teacup and took another sip of tea, "You are drinking water!"

　　As soon as Lin Xuan heard this, he quit and shouted, "Then tell me what to drink!"

　　"Drinking and drinking is a mood. When you are in a different mood, drinking will have different tastes. You understand this, then even if you pour wine directly into your mouth like you just did, you are drinking, not drinking water." Lin Hao said leisurely.

　　Lin Xuan didn't understand, as if he didn't understand the relationship between drinking and becoming stronger.

　　But Lin Xuan raised the wine jar again and poured it into his mouth. The wine seemed to have changed a bit, and there seemed to be an indescribable bitterness in the spiciness.

　　For a jar of wine, only two sips of Lin Xuan are needed.

　　Lin Xuan was drunk.

　　He was so drunk that he didn't even know how he got back to his room, but Lin Xuan was still awake, and his thoughts were exceptionally clear when he was drunk.

　　One person, one jar of wine, one bed.

　　Lin Xuan woke up with a splitting headache. As soon as he entered his eyes, jars of wine were piled up everywhere, and Lin Hao was sitting on the coffee table filled with these wines. Wine and tea had nothing to do with each other. But it always gets together.

　　Lin Xuan stood up from the bed, picked up a jar of wine and was about to pour it into his mouth, but Lin Hao said, "If you drink like this, you will never understand wine, it will only make you an alcoholic."

　　"Then how do you say you should drink it!" Lin Xuan said.

　　"Drink with your heart, and treat the wine as the object of your venting." Lin Hao said.

　　Lin Xuan poured a sip of wine into his mouth, but he seemed to understand. .

　　Lin Hao stood up from the coffee table and said, "This room is full of wine. Come to me when you have finished drinking all the wine here."

　　……

　　Lin Xuan forgot which jar of wine he had drank, the room was messy, and the wine jars were scattered all over the place.

　　Go to sleep when you are drunk, continue to get drunk when you wake up, until Lin Xuan starts to cry, learns to pierce his heart, and is so drunk that he becomes numb.

　　The wine in the room, the people in the room, the wine and the people, the people and the wine, Lin Xuan seems to be slowly starting to understand.

　　Wine is always reserved for those who have something in mind, and only when you drink it with your heart will you understand it.

　　Lin Hao looked up at Lin Xuan, dirty clothes, messy hair, red eyes, so Lin Hao smiled.

　　"You shouldn't be like this. You're not much different from an alcoholic." Lin Hao said.

　　"I just want to get stronger." Lin Xuan said.

　　"No strong person should do this." Lin Hao said.

　　"You were not like this before." Lin Xuan said.

　　Lin Hao was silent for a while, then said, "I'm not a strong man at all."

　　Lin Hao's eyes darkened when he finished saying this.

　　"I think you should teach me martial arts next, right?" Lin Xuan asked.

　　"What do you think martial arts is?" Lin Hao said.

　　"Martial Dao, Martial Dao, is to prove Dao with martial arts." Lin Xuan said.

　　"Then are you right?" Lin Hao said.

　　"The knife is my way." Lin Xuan replied.

　　"Continue to drink the bar." Lin Hao said.

　　"I've had enough."

　　"How can you drink enough wine?"

　　"But I don't want to drink now"

　　"That's not enough."

　　"I've wasted a lot of time on this."

　　"How do you know that drinking is a waste of your time."

　　"Similarly, I don't know how drinking can help me become stronger." Lin Xuan said so.

　　"Wine is also a kind of cultivation. Warriors should follow the sky and do what they want, but there are too many sorrows for warriors. The mundane should not be the place for warriors to stay."

　　"But it is the place where warriors must stay. Wine can make warriors understand their frankness, their nature, and what they can't understand." Lin Hao said.

　　"I don't understand." Lin Xuan said.

　　"That's because you haven't understood wine yet," Lin Hao said.

　　……

　　Next, Lin Hao filled Lin Xuan's room with wine again.

　　But this time the wines are of different varieties. If you observe carefully, you will find that each jar of wine here is different. There are lighter apricot wine and stronger tiger bone wine. It seems that this place can find the wine. They were all moved by Lin Hao.

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　　The task that Lin Hao gave Lin Xuan was to make him drink all these wines, but not like the last time, but to let Lin Xuan be able to distinguish the difference between each wine. It is not difficult to say.

　　Knowing how to tell the difference between so many wines in such a short period of time, even a long-time drinker wouldn't dare to say he could tell a single jar of wine here.

　　And there is only one jar of each type of wine here, which makes it more difficult for Lin Xuan to know wine on another level.Of course, Lin Hao did not ask Lin Xuan to recognize the name of the wine he was drinking, which was purely superfluous.

　　Wine, some are spicy, some are dry, some are choking, but no matter what kind of wine it is, it will have its own characteristics, and each kind of wine can represent a different mood.

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　　I don't know how many days later, Lin Xuan finally distinguished the differences between these wines. The difficulty is self-evident. It seems that Lin Xuan has talent in martial arts, and his talent in wine does not seem to be the same. Not inferior.

　　Lin Xuan came to Lin Hao's room again. Lin Hao seemed to be waiting for Lin Xuan to find him these days.

　　When Lin Xuan entered, Lin Hao sat in front of the coffee table as before, poured himself a cup of tea leisurely, took a sip and said, "Drink tea."

　　Lin Xuan also seemed to be accustomed to Lin Hao's change. He didn't say anything. He walked to the coffee table and sat down, then took a sip of the cup of tea closest to him.

　　Tea mouth, throat a dry.

　　Lin Hao didn't ask if Lin Xuan could already distinguish between different wines, but Lin Hao knew that he didn't need to ask anymore, because when Lin Xuan came to him, he already knew.

　　"How do you feel?" Lin Hao said.

　　Of course Lin Xuan knew that Lin Hao was asking him about the taste of this cup of tea, so he said, "It's a bit astringent."

　　"Anything else?" Lin Hao said.

　　"It just feels astringent." Lin Xuan said.

　　"What about wine?" Lin Hao said.

　　"Many wines are also very dry in the mouth, but they have a different feeling from tea." Lin Xuan said.

　　"Then do you think tea is better or wine is better." Lin Haoming took a sip of the tea ceremony.

　　Lin Xuan said almost without thinking, "The wine is better."

　　Lin Hao heard the words and smiled, "Then do you understand wine?"

Chapter 228

　　Chapter 226 I Can't Understand

　　"I understand a bit." Lin Xuan's words were ambiguous, but Lin Hao knew that Lin Xuan really understood wine.

　　"Then do you understand tea?" Lin Hao said again.

　　"I don't know." Lin Xuan said.

　　"Take another sip." Lin Hao said.

　　So Lin Xuan took another sip, the tea was still dry.

　　"What about now?" Lin Hao said.

　　"I still don't understand." Lin Xuan said.

　　"Take another sip, close your eyes and feel it." Lin Hao said.

　　Lin Xuan drank the tea at the bottom of the cup in one gulp. The tea became more and more dry. Lin Xuan closed his eyes and felt the dry feeling. The feeling that his mind was swollen because he drank too much alcohol seemed to be even worse. A little clearer.