The enrollment of the Heavenly Dao Academy also ended before noon, and the flow of people in the Tiandao Square in front of the Heavenly Dao Academy did not decrease, but increased.

I couldn't help but see a sharp increase in the crowd, just yesterday, the Heavenly Dao Academy released the news that the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the junior students of the Heavenly Dao Academy in Beizhou would compete in the martial arts arena of the "Tian" brand in the Heavenly Dao Academy at three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, and there was no limit to visitors. In other words, those monks who are not students of the Heavenly Dao Academy can also enter the Heavenly Dao Academy to visit and compete.

The battle between the young disciples and monks of Beizhou and Zhongzhou must be said to be the first time in hundreds of years, there are many people who watch coldly, and there is no shortage of people who watch the excitement, and the people of Beizhou who have never seen the monks of Zhongzhou are even more flocking.

The thin old man's withered yellow bamboo chair was moved to the side, revealing the entire gate of the Heavenly Dao Courtyard, which also indicated that the monks on the Heavenly Dao Square could enter.

At the forefront of the list is a group of young monks, most of them are ordinary Xuanjia Xuan Jiang cultivators, basically all of them are poor first-class talents from all corners of each city who wanted to join the Heavenly Dao Academy with the belief of victory this time but failed to be selected.

The first to enter the gate was a thin monk with two red glows that seemed to be condensed on the left and right cheeks, full of alcohol, Xuanjiang's mid-stage cultivation was quite good, and the cultivation of the emaciated monk was determined to be one of the monks who were selected for the Heavenly Dao Academy.

The reason why he was not selected was that even the middle-aged teacher of the Heavenly Dao Academy, who detected the emaciated monk, casually glanced at the other party, and the reason why the emaciated monk missed the Tiandao Academy this time was because of the emaciated monk's character of being a drunkard but getting drunk after three glasses.

The emaciated monk, who had already fallen asleep because of his drunkenness, rushed to Tiandao Square in the last few days of registration. But standing in Tiandao Square and just after signing up, I met a few drinking friends who had a good relationship with each other in the same city who failed in the trial, and after a burst of sour words, I arrived at a small and famous half-big restaurant near Tiandao Academy, which had already been explored.

The emaciated monk calculated very well, he was drunk after three cups, and when the time came, he would drink two glasses, that is, moisten his throat, and start his addiction to alcohol, which can be regarded as congratulating tomorrow's victory in advance.

One cup, two cups, three glasses, four cups, and finally the emaciated monk drank selflessly, but one thing is certain, the wine in this restaurant is really good, the more you drink, the more you taste, and finally you are carried to the side room specially prepared for the drinkers in the restaurant to sleep.

Waiting for the next day, which was also the day of the trial, the emaciated monk wanted to get up early and rush to the Tiandao Square, and then walked into the front wine hall from the back wing, smelling the rich aroma of wine that went straight to his mouth and nose, the emaciated monk only felt an itch in his throat, as if thousands of ants were crawling around, swallowing a few mouthfuls of phlegm, and walking towards the door with difficulty.

The old shopkeeper of the restaurant is a person who loves wine very much, seeing that the emaciated monk smells the wine, and my other party is short of wine money, so he hurriedly called the emaciated monk who is like a turtle, from the small mouth black pottery round belly barrel next to him, with a long small bamboo knot, the skilled dragonfly floated a full bamboo knot like water, and the emaciated monk looked at him suspiciously and said: "Little baby, see that you are a lover of wine, how about tasting the old man's wine?"

The old shopkeeper does not say "send", but only "tastes", and the knowledge in this is great.

The emaciated monk wanted to refuse, after all, today's trial was not a trivial matter, but looking at the honest face of the old shopkeeper, coupled with the small bamboo tube in the other party's hand, it might not be as good as a cup.

The transparent liquor leaves the black pottery vat, changing the silence and low-key, exuding an attractive aroma among the bamboo.

The emaciated monk comforted himself and said: Anyway, it's just a small mouthful, and besides, it's not difficult to sweep the old shopkeeper's hospitality, otherwise how to mix the wine table in the future.

Turning around, he took a few steps, took the wine, looked up and was bored, and the old shopkeeper looked at it with a smile on his face, and secretly thought: Yes, I met an old customer.

Taste is taste, taste to say, emaciated monk wine is not good, conceit in wine tasting dare to call Beizhou second, no one first.

Although there is some amplification of the water, but the emaciated monk still has a lot of wine tasting skills, how to brew the wine he drinks, what raw materials are used to brew it, and what special methods he has, and even the old shopkeeper added two more scoops of water and then said the strength of the wine.

The old shopkeeper not only did not reproach the emaciated monk's straightforwardness, but smiled and took out a small black clay pot the size of a head that was still stained with a little black mud from the bottom layer of the wooden cabinet in front of him, and slowly pulled out the red tassel silk cloth that was sealed.

"Boom!"

The emaciated monk took a sharp breath and looked greedily at the black clay pot, okay! All the good things are hidden here.

The old shopkeeper smiled but did not speak, turned around and brought two small black pottery cups, good wine is good wine, and the "bang" sound poured out is so tempting, no more, no less wine to the side of the small pot is just full of eight points.

The emaciated monk didn't wait for the old shopkeeper to speak, and couldn't wait to twist a cup with his two fingers, and "spilled" a spicy enema, which was endlessly sweet.

The old shopkeeper was not stingy, cup after cup, three glasses, and the emaciated monk poured "bang!" on the chest-length wooden counter, and his mouth was still muttering, "Good wine, good wine, another glass, another glass." ”

Sure enough, it was poured after three cups, and as for the one that was drunk in the bamboo joint, the old shopkeeper wrote very clearly on the red paper pasted in the center of the black pottery vat, and the big word "wine" was not wine.

The old shopkeeper gave the emaciated monk not ordinary wine, not ordinary Xuanjiu, not spiritual wine, but the emaciated monk who was drunk on the wooden counter had gradually begun to make a noise, how to taste it.

Looking at the already red cheeks of the emaciated monk, he said to himself, and said a wine word that was not a wine talk, "Three glasses of belly, the world is leisurely!" After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the stinky wine basket that was drunk after three glasses.

Outside the door, many old diners have come without appointment, and a glass of wine in the morning can be transparent all day, which is the thunderous and unshakable rules that have been cultivated in this remote semi-large restaurant for many years.

The old shopkeeper greeted each other with a smile, saying polite words that had been familiar with each other for many years, of course, there was always a single wine word, whether there was money or not, whether the cultivation was high or low, the old shopkeeper's attitude towards people was almost the same.

As for the emaciated young monk who was drunk on top of the wooden cabinet, whether it was the old shopkeeper or the old guests who came to eat and drink, it was no surprise that there was only such a stinky wine basket as an emaciated young monk in the entire Beizhou and Heavenly Dao City.

Besides, even if you don't pour a thousand cups of wine and old dinner, after a few drinks a few years ago, you don't have to be in a thin state to be much better for a young monk to get drunk.

No one should laugh at anyone, maybe after the accumulation of years, he will be a wine fairy, a wine fairy who once poured three cups.