Looking forward to the stars and the moon, Feng Junhui finally looked forward to the unearthing of fruit wine. Early in the morning, Feng Junhui took a small hoe and called Hurricane and Longyuan to dig the wine jar.

"What are you doing with this?" Hurricane pointed to the hoe in Feng Junhui's hand.

"Dig the wine jar!"

"I don't need to." Do I need a hoe? Hehe!

Thinking of the spell that they waved their hands at the hurricane, Feng Junhui felt that as a mortal, it was not right, he was a cultivator, well, his heart as a mortal cultivator was deeply hurt.

Sure enough, when we arrived at the place where the jar was buried, the hurricane just waved his hand, and the dirt where the jar was buried parted. With a little more hand, the jars flew in front of them. Compared to Feng Junhui's plan to take his time with a small hoe, the speed of the hurricane is really much faster. Here, the hurricane easily removed the lid to seal the soil, and Feng Junhui took out the medicine stove again.

"It smells so good!" As soon as the sealing soil on the altar lid was knocked off, and the lotus leaf was lifted, the aroma of wine overflowed.

The acidity of the fruit is fruity, and the sweetness of the wine comes out with the mellow aroma of the wine. In addition to this, there is a special flavor that makes people feel refreshed, a bit like mint. After this smell enters the nasal cavity, it directly penetrates into the brain, making people's hearts tremble, and then it is comfortable.

Multiple scents overlapped each other, but without a bit of clutter, as if they were separated, and as if they were blended together. Long Yuan had already started to pour the liquor into the medicine furnace again. It was jam, but now it was all liquid, and there was not even a bit of slag in the jar. And there is some red jam, but now the wine is not red.

The liquor has become colorless and clear, and it looks like the purest water. After pouring it into the medicine furnace, Hurricane began to use the spiritual fire in his body to continue refining the liquor. After the wine entered the alchemy furnace, the aroma of the wine was sealed in the medicine furnace, and the smell of the air slowly faded, but there was still a trace of residue in the air that did not disappear.

Swallowing his saliva, Feng Junhui's eyes stared at the medicine furnace: "How long will it take to refine?" "I'd love to have a drink.

"Don't worry." Hurricane squinted at him, and then said to Long Yuan: "I haven't drunk this Baiguo wine for a long time, Longyuan, Longyuan, when will you make me that Baihua wine again, and Wanwu wine, okay?" ”

"Okay, I'll start preparing the materials when I go back, and now that I have this herb garden, it's a lot faster." Long Yuan said that as long as the hurricane wanted it, he had to find a way to do it.

This time it was to refine the liquor again, the fruit that was already rich in spiritual energy, plus other spiritual herbs, and the jam made from the medicinal furnace and the spiritual fire of the hurricane. There are not many impurities in it, and this time the quenching time is also extremely fast.

When it was poured out again, there were still eight jars of wine left in the ten jars, which was already the essence of the essence. Hurricanes are not stingy on weekdays, but after the wine was poured out, he hurriedly sealed the soil on the wine jar and put it in his storage bag.

Seeing that the remaining altar was held in the arms of the hurricane, Feng Junhui secretly slapped himself twice. Why isn't the speed a little faster, so I can grab two jars and put my own Qiankun bag!

"Shall we try it first?" It's sad that I didn't grab the wine jar, but now it's important to taste the taste.

"Come this way." The hurricane carried the wine to the table, and Long Yuan had already set out a set of wine utensils, which was a set of colorful porcelain, with a hundred flowers as the theme, and the color was bright.

Long Yuan took the hurricane's jar, introduced the wine into the jug, and then divided it into a wine glass that could only hold one or two wines. Hurricane took out a few plates of bird food from his storage bag, and Longyuan also likes to eat this taste of the new flavor. The two cooperate very tacitly, the wine here is divided, and the food over there is also on the table.

Feng Junhui felt that he couldn't help but steal some bird food to drink, but inexplicably felt that he had eaten a handful of dog food. The aroma of this wine is so tempting, this just quenching, the taste of alcohol is stronger, and the aroma of wine is even more mellow. Feng Junhui, who is not good at drinking, couldn't help but pick up the glass in front of him, first took a hard breath and smelled the wine, and then took a sip.

I was only going to drink half of it, but when it came to my mouth, I couldn't help it, and drank all the one or two drinks in the cup in one gulp. The first thing you feel in the mouth is the stimulation of the wine, which is slightly spicy, random and fruity, and then in the warmth of the wine, a cool breath suddenly emerges.

It's like a glass of white water, but it tastes different in the mouth, and it's distinct. After all the flavors were circulating in his mouth, Feng Junhui swallowed the wine. After entering the throat, there is no feeling of burning the throat, but I feel that a clear stream is flowing.

Everywhere the wine went, Feng Junhui felt refreshed, and his spirit was shocked. Putting down the wine glass, Feng Junhui exhaled deeply, as if he had exhaled all the turbid qi accumulated in his body. At the same time, he felt that his cultivation was slightly loose, as if he was about to advance.

"The spirit has been baptized, and it is normal for cultivation to be loose, and if you cultivate more recently, you should be able to advance smoothly." Although Feng Junhui didn't say anything, Hurricane still knew about his current physical condition.

"Oh." Feng Junhui nodded, as if it didn't matter if his cultivation was high or not. Of course, if you can do things with some spiritual power like Hurricane, it is still necessary to improve your cultivation. Continue to stare at the wine jug in front of Long Yuan: "Give me back another glass." ”

"You can't drink anymore, too much aura will be wasted, and it will break through your veins." Long Yuan filled him and Hurricane with another glass, and said to Feng Junhui very regretfully.

"Half a cup, then?" Feng Junhui continued to stare at the wine jug, he now felt full of spiritual power and was very comfortable. But I still want to drink it! The aura is full, and the tongue is not satisfied!

Long Yuan shook his head, drank wine with Hurricane, ate bird food, and enjoyed it very much. Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Long Yuan also picked a king lotus flower in the air, which had just bloomed in pure white. Placed in a sky blue pure glazed porcelain jar he took out, the atmosphere couldn't be better.

But Feng Junhui was not good, they were eating and drinking, but he had nothing to eat, dog food was not counted! Hurricane suddenly spoke, "You can drink flower tea." ”

Flower tea is delicious, but it's not as good as this fruit wine!

Although he couldn't drink wine, Feng Junhui didn't leave, and it was good to smell the wine! In the end, he really made a pot of flower tea, and then found some food in the Qiankun bag, drank tea and ate, staring at the hurricane and Longyuan tea who were drinking......

staring at Feng Junhui together, there are also the fat boy family, and the little eight who have just entered the Baicao Garden. The fat boy's family, including Xiaoba, can't withstand the aura of this wine now. Even if they stared through the wine glass in front of Long Yuan, the hurricane wouldn't give them half a glass.

The time has come when man is inferior to birds, and the hurricane will give them food without any wine. returned the fruit for them to eat, but Feng Junhui could only prepare it himself. Like Feng Junhui, the birds are eating their own while staring at the hurricane and the dragon source and drinking!

Since then, Feng Junhui has been able to drink a glass of fruit wine every day, but the hurricane has not deducted him. And he is also trying to make some fruit wine with a slightly lower aura by himself, so as to satisfy his cravings. Every time Hurricane gave him a glass of Baiguo wine, Feng Junhui could drink it for half an hour.

It was Feng Junhui's turn to make his own wine, and in order to be clean, he had to do all these things of washing and mashing the fruits himself. Although a group of birds next to him flew to the lake to wash their claws, looking at Feng Junhui innocently, Feng Junhui couldn't let them move their claws.

Seeing that Feng Junhui ran to get an empty basket to hold the fruit, Hurricane said to Long Yuan next to him: "You said that he has practiced the fourth order of qi, why don't you use the air to take things?" ”

"Well, and his current strength, he can directly control the spiritual power to mash the fruit into the medicine furnace, and he also used a bowl to slowly mash it. The use of spiritual power is really poor, in fact, he can't use spiritual power at all, right? Long Yuan also said to the hurricane in surprise.

"So stupid mortals." Hurricane nodded.

Feng Junhui, who was busy with his work, was shocked when he heard the cool words of these two people, and he was so stiff that he didn't know what to do next. He seemed to have seen the books on cultivation in this area, and he also got these memories from the hurricane. But......

Please forgive him for being a mortal for more than twenty years, and he has not yet adapted to the superpowers brought by spiritual power!

At this time, Feng Junhui's mobile phone rang, it was President Qu of the Bird Lovers Association, he and the crew were almost at the entrance of the village, please Feng Junhui go over and arrange a place for everyone to stay. There was no time to complain about what the hurricane hadn't reminded him before, so Feng Junhui hurriedly packed up his things and went back to the village.

If anyone is at the edge of the small lake, an afterimage gallops along the path from the small lake to the village of Liyuji. It would be wrong to say that Feng Junhui would not use spiritual power, every time he walked this section of the road, it would take him less than five minutes.

Sitting in the car, President Qu, who was about to arrive at the entrance of the village, was talking to the director beside him: "Look outside, they are still a primitive village, and the environment is also very good. Are there more birds around now? The further you go to the village, the more birds you can see. ”

The director who was invited by President Qu is also his good friend, surnamed Li, called Li Xun. Although most people don't know his big name, he is actually quite famous in the circle. He mainly makes documentaries and feature films, which is different from ordinary commercial film directors. But he has a lot of connections, because many of his works are broadcast on CCTV.

"The environment is good, and if you don't give it, you can see the cooperation of the birds during the shooting." In fact, this shooting is also a challenge for Li Xun. There is an essential difference between making a documentary and a movie, and it is also necessary to make this movie more popular with the audience, everyone loves to watch it, and it is even more difficult to schedule a film in the theater.

At the beginning, President Qu also asked him to make a short film for public welfare, and it would be good if he could make a long documentary. As a result, as more people paid attention to this matter, coupled with those bird videos on Weibo, many people said that they would simply make a movie. Only when there are more people watching can the real propaganda purpose be achieved.

In this way, President Qu picked up this burden, and Li Xun also continued to make films. The two of them were busy for a while. Now that the preparations are finally ready, their filming will begin. As the car moved forward, the two of them were not as calm as they appeared, and the burden on their shoulders became heavier and heavier.

Feng Junhui didn't know what the two of them thought, and after returning to the village, he went to the village chief to tell him about it. Whether it is filming commercials or movies, as long as there is a camera to shoot in the village, the village chief feels very nervous and excited. If someone comes to shoot, it means that their village is good!

Hearing that the people were about to arrive, the village chief took several village committee cadres in the village and pulled Feng Junhui to the entrance of the village to wait. Along the way, many villagers learned about it, and they also followed it to watch the excitement and shoot TV, they haven't seen it yet! A group of older children, who didn't even go to kindergarten, clapped their hands and ran around to play at the feet of adults.

"Mountain baby, do you know what it is to shoot TV?" An adult looked at a big fat boy who was less than three years old and clapped his hands and called for TV, and teased him.

The children in the village study late, and even the kindergarten is about five years old. There is no such thing as a school bus, either the eldest child of the neighbor or the neighbor is brought to school, or the parents send it, so the child is too young to send it to school.

"Filming TV is, that is, people want to go to TV and shoot in." Shan Wazi also nodded for her wonderful explanation.

"Would it be nice to film you as a big person and put it on TV?" The man used his thumb and forefinger to compare a three-inch tiny.

"Okay, it's crooked!" Crooked is a children's snack that is often broadcast on TV, and he thinks he can eat it when he enters the TV, so the mountain baby is quite happy to enter the TV.

"Hahaha!" The adults next to him burst out laughing when they heard him.

Two or three years old, a child who only knows a little about the world is the most cute.