The night was thick, it was the best time to visit friends, Huang Qian declined Jin Qiaoyun's suggestion to go out together, and strolled alone in the bright lights of Jinling.

More than 200 years ago, although Jinling was prosperous at that time, it was far from being comparable with today, and it did not have any advantages in terms of city size and population. The small streets and alleys of the past have long been submerged by high-rise buildings, and there is no trace of the past, but Huang Qian doesn't care at all, strolling through Peach Blossom Wine Lane, as if he has no goal, and walks around as he likes.

The lights are dim, unconsciously Huang Qian came to a remote alley, there is no hustle and bustle of the big city here, only a few pedestrians are in a hurry, the street lamps in disrepair are shaky, and it adds a bit of artistic conception.

The decoration of the "Duren" tavern is very nostalgic, and the overall integrity retains the imprint of the Ming and Qing dynasties, Huang Qian pushed open the door that was a little jerky, and there was a friction sound of "Zizi", and he stepped in, there was no one in the tavern at this time, only a young man dressed in the clothes of the shopkeeper next to the wine table, and he was sleeping.

Huang Qian didn't get close, and the lazy voice of the shopkeeper sounded: "Guest officer, the store has closed, if you want to drink, come back tomorrow." ”

Huang Qian smiled softly, didn't care, still watched left and right without any interest, and didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper continued to sleepwalk without saying a word, but secretly said in his heart: He is another rootless tourist, and he probably just wants to find a place to rest for a while.

After Huang Qian glanced at the entire tavern, he sighed in his heart: After two hundred years, only there has been no change here, and it is still the same decoration, and the familiar taste is just that the shopkeeper of the year is no longer there.

Huang Qian walked to the wine table, coughed softly, and opened his mouth to say: "Xiao Er, there are many drinkers in Jinling, who is destined to bring me a pot of the strongest wine?" ”

The shopkeeper's originally sleepy eyes, suddenly two fine lights flashed, only then did he carefully look at the person in front of him who wanted wine, bowed slightly and said: "I was offended just now, there are three kinds of spirits in the store, sad sky, sad earth, and compassionate, I don't know what kind of spirits you want to drink?" ”

Huang Qian's eyes were full of reminiscence, and he opened his mouth without hesitation: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent to all things as dogs, my generation can only survive forever by self-improvement, just come to the pot to be merciful, remember to add some spring water from Jinling dry well to the wine, the taste is better." ”

The shopkeeper was suddenly shocked, hurriedly bypassed the wine table, walked to Huang Qian, bowed deeply, and asked, "I don't know which senior Your Excellency is here today." ”

Huang Qian waved his right hand, gently lifted the shopkeeper, and said with a pleasant face: "Xuantianmen, Huang Shaoling, tell you that you don't regret it, just say that the ancients are visiting." ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly turned around and ran towards the back room, a moment later, there was a sound of bumps and bumps in the backyard, a hurried footsteps came slowly, and in a blink of an eye, a figure appeared in front of Huang Qian, only to see that this person was very handsome, dressed in white clothes, with a wine jug hanging on his waist, which was obviously extraordinarily conspicuous, and the whole person revealed a decadent beauty, especially the melancholy eyes, which made it easy for a woman to sink into it.

"Shaoling, it's really you, I haven't seen your message for 200 years, I thought you were dead." Jun Buregret's eyes were full of excitement, and he opened his mouth a little trembling and asked, and at the same time stepped forward a few steps forward and hugged Huang Qian tightly in his arms.

Huang Qian's eyes were full of joy, and after a short hug between the brothers, Huang Qian gently pushed Jun Buregret away, and said with a smile: "It's all gentlemen, what kind of system is it that pulls and pulls, not to mention that there are juniors present." ”

"Damn, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, you're still a lot more shy, I think we were swimming naked in the Yangtze River with our bare buttocks back then, why can't we hug now." Jun Buregret clenched his fist and gently tapped Huang Qian's shoulder a few times, jokingly, and then turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Xiao Ai, bring the few pots of good wine I treasure and put them in the secret room." ”

The shopkeeper woke up from the shock, he had never seen the boss so out of shape, so he was in a daze before he hurriedly ran towards the wine store.

Jun does not regret the front, Huang Qian followed, the two talked and laughed all the way along the winding passage, stepping on the smooth ice, dozens of meters underground before seeing a so-called secret room, here Huang Qian has been here a few times, that is hundreds of years ago.

The secret room, to be precise, is an ice kiln, an ice kiln that is used as a close friend to drink, the ground is very neat, there are all kinds of wine jars everywhere, for the alcoholic Jun Buregret, there are only two biggest hobbies in life: drinking, sword practice, wine is used to relieve worries, and swords are used to kill. Inside the spacious ice kiln, there is a thick fog on the surrounding ice walls, the temperature here is at least more than 40 degrees lower than the outside, the whole tavern is built on this secret room, the reason why the secret room maintains such a low temperature, all depends on the fact that there is a precious ice spirit here, which exudes cold air all the year round.

In front of him, a steaming jar of wine sat on a low, ice-carved wooden table. On the snow wall opposite the wooden table, there hangs a sharp sword hidden in its scabbard, this sword is called Aotian, which has been with you since the day of your debut, and now it has spirituality.

"Every time I come here, I feel different......" As soon as Huang Qian spoke, he was interrupted by Jun Buregret raising his hand.

"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, why are you so sentimental now, don't say anything now, drink first!" Jun raised his head without regret and said domineeringly.

Huang Qian stopped talking, walked over slowly, leaned against the low table carved in ice, and sat down cross-legged. Jun did not regret grabbing a wine jar beside him, and brushed it with his right hand at the bottom of the altar, and the wine in the jar that had condensed into ice quickly melted, and bubbles emerged from the bottom of the altar one by one, and after a while, the wine jar was already steaming.

"Come, if you don't come to see me for so long, you will be punished first." Jun did not regret putting the wine jar on the low table of ice sculptures and greeted Huang Qiandao.

Looking at the quaint wine jar in front of him and smelling the familiar aroma of wine, Huang Qian's eyes gradually became a little trance-like. How long has it been, how long has it been since I drank wine, more than two hundred years, although after entering the WTO, I often have a drinking party, but how can those mortal wines be compared with the wine in front of me, you must know that Jun Bu regret is not only a capable person who drinks, but also a master of winemaking, there has always been a rumor in the Xiuzhen world, there are two things in the world that are the most rare, one is the tears of the Virgin, and the other is the wine that does not regret, it can be seen that the wine made by Jun Bu regret is in what position in the Xiuzhen world, that is not something that ordinary people can drink.

"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and I can't imagine that Shaoling has now become an elegant person." Jun Bu regretted seeing Huang Qian holding the wine jar in a daze, obviously misunderstood what he meant, grabbed it by his side, and put two delicate wine glasses on the table: "This is what I got from participating in an auction a few years ago, this wine glass is extremely wonderful, and when you drink with it, the wine taste becomes more and more mellow." ”

When Huang Qian heard this, he lifted the crystal clear wine glass, and on the low table of ice sculptures, a wine spring rose from the wine jar and poured into Huang Qian's wine glass, which was just filled and stopped.

Drinking all the wine in the wine glass, Huang Qian couldn't help but sigh: "I haven't drunk this kind of wine for a long time, it seems that Brother Wu has developed a lot of new categories in the past two hundred years!" ”

Jun does not regret that he has already been hilarious, a jar of wine down, drunk and hazy, laughed and said: "This wine is prepared for you, after you disappeared inexplicably, I found a lot of places where you often go, but there is no trace, and then I went to Xuantianmen, and found nothing, I am worried that you may encounter accidents, after all, you have so many enemies, so you brewed these jars of wine, on that day every year, I will sacrifice you with wine, two hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye, and there are only these jars of wine left, if you come a few years later, it is estimated that you will not be able to drink." ”

Huang Qian sighed slightly, the rarest thing in life is to meet like-minded confidants, he met when Jun did not regret his young debut, along the way, the two supported each other, went through a lot of difficult times, and the brotherhood between them has already risen to the point where it is beyond words, Huang Qian's eyes are a little silky, Jun does not regret using his own way to express his affection for his brother, although he thought of this, but he did not expect that Jun would be so persistent, all kinds of emotions turned into a sentence: "The past is over, drink." ”