Tasting the fine red wine, Wanying asked, "This wine is really good, I don't know which winery produced it?" ”

"This is made by my husband, who in his youth was not only a brave hunter in Provence, but also a good winemaker!"

The old lady said with a light of wisdom in her cloudy eyes:

"We French people often say: wine is love. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut this wine is sometimes a poison in the intestines! I don't know what Madame thinks? ”

Wan Ying smiled slightly: "This should be a different experience for different people, just like this wine has a wonderful change from the entrance, and the rich layers and tastes in it can only be explained by those who have experienced it!" ”

The warbler murmured and spoke eloquently.

"Madame is really not an ordinary pond fish, you must be able to hear the rumbling thunder in the valley, right?"

Wanying closed her beautiful eyes in the mountain breeze, listened carefully and quietly, as long as her heart could be quiet, how could there be anything in this world that she could not hear?

Sure enough, the low thunder came from afar, and the sound was as sonorous as the old man's voice just now.

The low thunder seemed to be mixed with the sound of shouting and killing, the screeching of cold weapons, and the neighing of horses......

"I don't know if Madame has heard of it, it's the Valley of Death, where many Vulture warriors died! My old man was one of the bravest of the Vulture when he was young, and of course there was no shortage of brave people in the Vulture. The rumbling thunder is the never-ending drums of war! The old woman's old voice carried a passion for looking back at the past.

Wanying nodded, she knew the history of the town of Labo and Death Valley, the valley below the mountain was once the site of fierce warfare, and the most controversial monarch in European history, Louis XIII, was once repulsed.

Legend has it that the Vulture people had powerful wings, and in the face of the fierce and brave Vultures, Louis XIII was at a loss to fight against an army with many years of rich war experience.

It wasn't until "the city was full of golden armor" that a golden armor army magically appeared, and Louis XIII finally reversed the defeat and captured Lebaud, this golden armor god cut off the head of the eagle leader on the cliff, which is said to resemble the head of a giant vulture.

"How could the Vulture people be defeated if they were so brave and good at fighting?" This is Wanying, who likes history, doesn't know, thinking of the strange appearance of the old man and the child, as well as the tone of the old grandmother's voice, Wanying guesses that they must be the descendants of the Eagle Clan.

"The gold-armored army claimed to be descendants of the Knights Templar, and Louis XIII was suspicious at first, but when they showed the Holy Grail, which had been missing for centuries, the king had to believe it, and finally put the task of attacking the Vultures into their hands."

"But legend has it that the Vultures have the ability to spread their powerful wings and fly in the air as swift as eagles, and when they fold their wings and reach the ground, they are as fierce as beasts, so how easy is it to strike them?"

Wanying thought that the old grandmother would definitely tell her that it was just a legend, after all, how could there be such a thing in the world? She is also just in romantic Provence and the locals with the boundless sea and sky.

"You're right, ma'am, the Vulture people are the sacred birds of Ares, the god of war, how can they be defeated? But the Knights Templar came with the dragon in high spirits, and the dragon's dazzling light made the sun god terrified! The reason why the vulture people are invincible depends on their divine power and extremely sharp eyes, once the eyes are blinded by the light, all divine powers are nonsense! These words came from the old grandmother's old voice, and Wan Ying felt that the Provencal sun was a little more gloomy and cold.

"Dragon?"

"Yes, the most amazing thing in the world, with it, men and women can get what they want most!"

"Really? That dragon is always in the hands of the Templars? ”

"That's impossible! Can a wise lady tell me what a man in this world wants most? ”

"Right!" Wanying said without thinking.

"That's right! Dragonpo is in the hands of the Templar Order, is the King's crown still secure? ”

Wan Ying shook her head like a little girl listening to a story: "That dragon is in the hands of Louis XIII?" ”

This time, the old woman shook her head, "Long Po finally disappeared...... This may be the beauty of history, whoever gets it, the world will not be peaceful! The old grandmother's cloudy eyes looked at the valley that had returned to calm and warmth in front of her.

Then the old lady looked sadly at her wine glass, which shone amber in the sun:

"The French also have a famous saying: wine is blood. The army, which claimed to be the Knights Templar, traded the blood and heads of the Vulture for their glory and riches. It seems that the old wine in this glass is not very good......"

"Veterans never die, they just fade ......away," Wan Ying comforted.

"Yes, Madame is right, it's just fading......," the old woman sighed helplessly after taking a sip of red wine.

"Dante once said that the valley below the mountain is hell, but I can tell you that it is only purgatory, and the reborn firebird will never die!" The old woman looked at the sky with her glass and regained her spirits.

"The blood can wash away all sins, and we may not be able to appreciate all the past in the world today, but you see how beautiful Provence is today! Death is gone, the valley is alive, the sky gives sunshine, and the earth contains all things! With those beautiful eyes, Wanying looked at the artist's pen enjoying the blessings of nature.

"You're saying it so well, ma'am. Time will eventually erase all memories, whether loved or hated. It's just that people's life path is difficult, and there are thousands of choices, but often one wrong step, one wrong step! The old lady looked at Wanying meaningfully and drank the last sip of the old wine in the cup.

As they spoke, a large vulture swooped over their heads and rushed straight into the valley......

This wonderful trip to the ancient town of Leibo has made Wanying have a major harvest, that harvest is not those magical legends, she is an atheist, those are just fun stories during the journey, that major harvest is the reason why Ninivi Manor can't survive, although she doesn't fully understand the reason, but one thing is obvious, that is, the decline of Ninivi Manor must be related to Mrs. Bran, as long as you get to this seven inches, the negotiation will become active!

Sure enough, the smart Feng Wanying successfully took Ninivi Manor, but she didn't want to tell Lao Ma something about her feelings, which would make Lao Ma think that she was an unreliable and sensual woman, which would damage her judgment.