On the low bamboo table, the one-legged man only drank the first bowl of hearty, and when he arrived at the second bowl of wine in the back, it could only be regarded as a rancid little family.

It's like the old ladies at the foot of the mountain who don't have the slightest cultivation, and they will always be praised by other families with a thumbs up, and they are a housekeeper.

Fortunately, the blind young man is a person who doesn't like alcohol, and he just tastes it.

And that Bao Luan Mandarin Duck, his mind was not on the wine, and the wine in the bowl in front of him didn't even move at all.

So Lu Qi'er was rare and arrogant for a while, and said after a drink: "Drink, don't waste this jar of our old deer's thousand-year-old wine in vain, damn it, if it weren't for your surname Liu to come to my shitty place, how would the old deer take out such a good wine to entertain you?"

Lu Qi'er took the initiative to omit the previous incident of the blind young man taking the wine uninvited.

So the blind young man really raised the wine cup, as if to take a big gulp.

This can pull Lu Qi'er's heart to the throat, if it is really dry, wouldn't it be pouring a bucket of bowls?

His jar of wine was only a few bowls, and if he drank one bowl, he would lose one bowl.

Wine is not a rare mountain wine that is rare for thousands of years, and it is not the kind of peerless rare wine that can rise from the ground to the middle three realms after drinking a sip of ordinary lower three realms.

It is the kind of ordinary glutinous rice brewed by those mortals at the foot of the mountain, not to mention the New Year's holidays, if their own men have a good mouthful, they must relieve their addiction.

The wine shops at the foot of the mountain are too expensive to scare people to death, not to mention, the key is to mix a lot of water, which is not real.

The kind of glutinous rice grown with full grains is just right for sake brewing, except for the semi-turbid brewing of the wine, there is really nothing wrong with it.

Of course, if you are a wealthy family in the mountains, you will naturally go to the only wine shop at the foot of the mountain to buy half a catty of clear wine, and you will feel doubly dignified when you walk on the mountain path with the purchased wine jar.

And if you really talk about the difference between the jar of glutinous rice wine on the bamboo table of the three people and the glutinous rice wine brewed under the hands of those women at the foot of the mountain, it is probably the difference between the person who brewed it.

One was a woman at the foot of the mountain, and the other was a scholar on the mountain.

The drinks are the same, but how will they be the same?

Every year, the one-legged man has to spend a lot of energy and patience to maintain this jar of ordinary glutinous rice wine, maintaining the original taste, so that it will not let it go through the years, the wind and frost pass, and become as light as water, or even worse than water, then it is even more tasteless.

Fortunately, the blind young man had some thunder and raindrops, and the boy deliberately scared the one-legged man, and raised the wine cup to take a small sip.

Lu Qi'er gave a good look, although the blind young man was blind, but even if there was the slightest wind and grass between the four peaks and one stream of this miasma mountain, as small as mosquitoes laying eggs, the texture could be visible.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he, Liu Butao, is the god of this mountain.

Bao Luan Mandarin Duck silently stood up and drank the bowl of wine in front of him, silently.

There are quite a few sassy and heroic female heroes, but this heroic hero is old, and the wine is not strong, so it lacks so much charm.

Lu Qi'er's heart chuckled, and the most ruthless was really a woman's heart.

I poured another bucket of bowls, eight or nine points full, not less.

While pouring the wine, he seemed to persuade kindly: "Senior Sister Bao, this wine is not a good thing, the more you drink it, the more it hurts your body." ”

In fact, Lu Qi'er still has a little self-satisfaction in his heart, if he doesn't talk about cultivation, he doesn't talk about Liu Butao, who is like a god sitting in the palace, even if he is the praise sister in his mouth, he is not as good.

Even if you add the leg that wasn't lost before, it won't work.

But it was this jar of glutinous rice wine that made him stand proudly among the heroes and dominate the crowd.

There is no way, you can cultivate to a high level, but if you want to take a sip of this jar of glutinous rice wine brewed by the teacher himself, it is not required to be in his hands.

Liu Butao, a blind young man, doesn't know how many mouthfuls of glutinous rice wine he has brewed, and there are always some bottomless.

From time to time, he also freed his palm and rubbed the wood grain on his waist.

Glutinous rice wine and wood grain are all ordinary things.

Not surprisingly, it's the most important kind.

Bao Luan Mandarin Duck drank all the bucket wine in one gulp, which really made Lu Qi'er feel distressed, and it was not this pouring method for him to pour his sorrows with wine.

The key is whether she can douse his sorrows, but he is full of sorrows.

However, the movements under his hands are not slow, and they are still eight or nine points full.

Before Bao Luan Yuan served the wine, he said to the blind young man: "The surname Liu, don't just drink, you are a busy man, why do you have this spare time to come to my chaotic peak to visit our old deer?"

When the man spoke, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Bao Luan Mandarin, and sure enough, as expected, he put down the bucket in the cup.

The blind young man came back to his senses and put down his right hand to rub the wood grain pendant.

His eyes returned to the bamboo table, and he turned his head to look directly at Bao Luan.

The latter is still sitting steadily, as immobile as a mountain.

"Yi girl, you don't have to worry, in addition to the plan that I was destined to go through earlier, I have used the secret method of the time and the river to get a glimpse of Yi Yatou's future roadbed, although it is quite bumpy, but the decision will be fine. ”

Bao Luan Yuanyuan raised his head for the first time, facing the blind Liu Butao's four eyes, and there was a slight worry in his eyes.

Watching the river like this, it is not easy to predict some undetermined traces that are about to happen in advance, even if the other party is particularly good at this, what is the outside world like She has not been out for a long time, but it is just in the past, the other party dares to call the second, at least she can't find the first.

It's really because of understanding that Bao Luan Yuan knows how big the price is to be paid.

Even if this is a small world based on it, it also makes Liu Butao have the title of demigod.

Lu Qi'er's heart was naturally sorrowful, Xiao Luo took a sip of glutinous rice wine, and said in a particularly loud voice: "Look at Senior Sister Bao, I'll just say, this Liu demigod is so good that he can be regarded as most of the master of Yi Ya, how can he not care." ”

With a cold snort, Bao Luan Yuan said coldly: "Who is your junior sister? I see that your Lu Xiao'er is drinking again, and I forget it." ”

Lu Qi'er said again and again: "Senior Sister Bao, I went to that guy's school to listen to the class, but it was a few days earlier than you, even if you don't admit it, there is no way, and ah, just now you begged our old deer to come, it wasn't like this at the time, what's the matter, this surname Liu came and wanted to turn his face and not recognize people?"