Qingzhong slept for a while, smelled a smell of wine in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, the fragrance came from the table next to the bed, and the aroma of wine was extremely strong, straight to his head. Qingzhong's spirits perked up, and he shouted: "Bring the wine! Wait for me to drink and go into battle to kill the enemy!"

Chunzhi was frightened to wake up, and was immediately attracted by the aroma of wine: the water in the porcelain bowl turned into a bowl of blood-red and blood-red liquid, which looked like blood, but exuded a strong aroma of wine, which was the fragrance of "Drunken Penglai".

"What kind of wine is this?"

"It's, it's, red wine. It has a nickname, called 'Drunken Penglai'. ”

At that time, red wine was very precious. There are four kinds of liquor on the market, namely rice wine, fruit wine, blended wine and liquor, the production process of rice wine is complex, the output of fruit wine is very small, the prepared wine is mostly drunk by rich and noble people, and the folk self-brewed wine is mostly white millet rice wine. Occasionally, red yeast is added to non-distilled liquor made from rice, and the finished liquor is red in color, but it is not called red wine. When Su Dongpo was an official in Shaanxi, he used grapes and sugar to make red wine, without putting koji, and made original wine, with very high sweetness and low degree, which was called "peach wine" and not "red wine".

"Good red wine! It's a good name! It must taste great, take it!"

The bowl of wine on the table, the color and fragrance are very special, the beginning of the nose is very light, and it explodes instantly, and the aroma instantly spreads all over the body, making people's blood boil.

She couldn't figure it out, could it be that the woman in white sent it? "Du" and "Kang" have been eaten by Xiao Yuan, that is, there will be no more "drunk Penglai".

Seeing that the wine was as white as blood, he suddenly thought, "This can't be Xiao Yuan's blood, right?" Raised his eyes and looked at the window, and sure enough, he saw a shiny fox fur by the window lattice, Xiao Yuan had come! She was moved and ashamed in her heart.

Qingzhong took the porcelain bowl and drank it all: "Good wine, good wine! This red wine is mellow and clear, and it explodes in the mouth, and the aftertaste is endless." Then the whole body heats up, and the whole body stretches. It is a rare wine in the world. Where did this winemaker pour all his blood into the wine!

"I don't know. Master, take a pill!"

Qingzhong waved his hand: "No need, good apprentice, I'm going." Touching Chunzhi's head: "After I leave, you can bury me next to my brother's grave." Although I don't know who sent it, but I have to drink this wine today, and Wu Er will die without regrets, hahaha!" laughed three times and passed away with a smile.

Chunzhi knelt in front of Qingzhong's body and cried. I don't know how long I knelt and how long I cried. Until the horizon turned white, Daoji and Jing returned to the Zen Temple.

The three of them went around the outskirts of the city for a night, but they didn't catch a single fox, so they hurriedly turned back to the Zen monastery, but they still couldn't send Qingzhong on his last journey.

In the next few days, the capital of the city was in a state of confusion, and after the monks sealed Qingzhong's body, they enshrined him next to the graves of the two senior brothers in accordance with his last wishes.

According to the abbot's arrangement, Jingru and Jingyuan returned to the Liuhe Temple at the foot of the mountain, and Chunzhi told the abbot that he wanted to keep the tomb for Qingzhong for three years, and the abbot felt his filial piety and nodded in agreement.

Jingru and Jingyuan helped Chunzhi build a small wooden house in the back mountain, and agreed that Jingyuan would go up the mountain every few days to deliver food to Chunzhi and settle down. From then on, he lived alone in that wooden house and practiced according to the books given by his master.

The book is unsigned, and it is not known who wrote it. The author is a very organized person, the handwriting is very delicate, and he writes three kinds of kung fu, including the stick method, the knife method, and the marksmanship. Utsuyuki guesses that the author is Kiyotaka's former brother, Chungwuro, who also died of illness in the Rokuwa Temple.

Chun Zhi thought again, Wan Yanliang is the king of a country, and he is surrounded by guards, and it is difficult to kill him at close range. His own people are small and weak, and it is difficult to take advantage of the practice of stick and knife skills. If we meet on the battlefield in the future, the marksmanship is very good. In addition, there is another way, which is to shoot him with an arrow from a distance. Make up your mind now and specialize in marksmanship and archery.

So I made a self-made target in front of the wooden house, and planned to go down the mountain tomorrow to buy a gun and some bows and arrows to practice. He took out the money bag, saw the ninety coins inside, remembered that after the god operator gave two copper coins that day, he said angrily that he was looking for himself to settle accounts at night, and he found it at night, and before he and his parents came, there were two copper coins flying first, I don't know what the reason was?

For some reason, the blood-smeared copper coin flew around, put the money in his palm and said, "Come, fly one and I'll take a look, fly one and I'll take a look." After saying it a few times, I heard a very slight laugh on the beam above my head, which was Xiao Yuan's voice.

Pretending not to know, he walked outside the house and looked at the copper coins in the sun, except for the faint blood stains and the faint smell of fish, these copper coins were no different from ordinary copper coins.

It turned out that Xiao Yuan had been hiding in the back mountain for the past few days, and as soon as the wooden house was built, it slipped in and entrenched on the beams. When Uruyuki fell asleep at night, he came down to sleep on his side, listening to Uruyuki's familiar heartbeat, and fell asleep peacefully. Before waking up, she slipped back onto the beam.

Xiao Yuan had the intention of reconciling with Chunzhi, but he couldn't pull it off, and wanted to wait for him to come to him in a hurry. Who knew that Chunzhi was very calm, he should eat, he should sleep, in addition to cleaning the tombs of several masters every day, he was reading books and practicing in the house. Xiao Yuan waited for two days, and today he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and chuckled twice on the beam, hoping that Chunzhi would hear it. Who knew that this nerd still didn't know anything, Xiao Yuan thought to himself: "You are blind, are you also deaf?"

On this day, the sun set on the mountain, and the fire was cooked, and a few sparrows were caught in the back mountain, and then some thin ginger shreds, a few red dates were taken and washed, and the core was filled into the belly of the sparrow, and steamed over low heat.

Xiao Yuan saw it on the beam and thought, Wei Fugui, it won't taste good if you don't put wine in steam! I couldn't bear it, and wanted to rush down from the beam to cook it myself, but when I saw that Chunzhi never left, I was so angry that I gnawed two mouthfuls of wood on the beam.

After a while, the sparrows were steamed and pan-fried tofu was made. Chunzhi brought the dish to the table, but he didn't use chopsticks to eat sparrows, only tofu, Xiao Yuan was so hungry that his saliva flowed down his mouth, and he was about to get off the beam. Chunzhi put the sparrow in the food box and went out and placed it in front of Qingzhong's grave.

As soon as he turned around, Xiao Yuan stole the steamed sparrow.

Back at the wooden house, Chunzhi had already turned off the lights to sleep, Xiao Yuan let out two farts in front of his nose, Chunzhi just frowned, and turned around and continued to sleep. Xiao Yuan was so angry that he rushed out of the door with three times and five by two, dug out the arrow target of the Ulva Tree, and threw it far away to the mountainside. He also stole the jade ring that was hidden close to Chunzhi and hid it on the beams of the house.

On the second day, seeing that the target was gone, he was not in a hurry, so he chose the thickest tree, and used a knife to peel off a piece of bark and make an arrow target. Xiao Yuan thought to himself, I can't pull this tree, I'll catch the whole target that night, see where you shoot!

In the evening, Dao Ji came. Carrying a wine gourd, he said that he had found good wine and brought it to Qingzhong to taste. He put wine and food on the table in front of Qingzhong's grave, and then sprinkled the wine on the ground, and sat down in front of the tomb and talked for a long time.

Xiao Yuan hid on the beam in the house, smelling the aroma of wine and food, and his saliva flowed but he didn't dare to move. For some reason, it has always been very afraid of Dao Ji, although this little monk is smiling all day long, arrogant and rude, sitting and lying on the ground, but his eyes are very transparent, as if he can see through the world, see through what everyone is thinking. When he was there, Xiao Yuan was always careful not to show up.

Chunzhi accompanied Daoji to worship the master, returned to the hut, the two sat down in front of the house, and Chunzhi took out the copper coins: "Senior Brother Daoji, do you know why this copper coin can fly to find someone?"

Dao Ji took the copper coin, stared at it for a long time, and patted his thigh: "I understand!"