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The heptathlon is serialized

The recent ten chapters of the nine-sport

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Kneel for ten joys and ask for a monthly pass, a recommended ticket, a click, a collection!

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In an accident, Zhang Jin put a martial arts game on his body. Since then, Zhang Jin has become all-powerful.

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I slept until four o'clock in the morning, and when I woke up, I felt that my whole body hurt as if I was seriously ill, and it was worse than death. Alas, I guess Zhou's guy is about the same as me

To tell the truth, a few guys from the army, although they all drank an extraordinary amount of wine, drank a lot of good wine. But when it comes to wine tasting, except for a few one or two, the rest of the guys are all low-handed hands below one meter. For these bloody rough billets, although this Moutai tastes very fragrant, the effect of drinking it may not be much stronger than that of Erguotou and Xiaoyao!

And the reason why rifling will resist this box of special Moutai instead of a box of two pot heads is just because Brother Lei is rare to come, and he has to do his best to entertain him. This is a typical reason for face, and it has nothing to do with the satoko.

It is precisely for this reason that everyone does not mind whether to drink Zhang Jin's inconspicuous local wine first, or to drink the special Moutai that can be called the king of wine first. For them, it's wine.

So after listening to Zhang Jin's words, Brother Rifling put down the box in his hand with kindness, "Okay, listen to Brother Zhang, let's taste my brother's wine first!" As he spoke, he handed over the cup in his hand.

Zhang Jin shook his hand mysteriously, pointed to a stack of wide-mouthed black pottery bowls on the side and said, "Brothers, this wine is not high, so it is not refreshing to drink it in a cup." I'm going to have to drink it in this big bowl to be bold. What kind of wine is used for drinking, but it is exquisite! ”

While speaking, Zhang Jin emptied a piece in front of him and lined up eight large black bowls with wide mouths and shallow edges. Then, Zhang Jin got up from his seat, patted the mud seal of the jar, lifted it high, and poured it over several large bowls.

I have to say that Zhang Jin's posture of pouring wine is very beautiful and very bold. It is almost the same as the posture of pouring wine in the righteous hall in the TV water tour.

The mouth of the stall is a foot or two away from the mouth of the bowl, and the wine line poured out is the thickness of a fist, although the wine line is constantly going back and forth between the eight large bowls, but the wine poured out of the bowl is very small.

As the wine poured and splashed, a strong aroma emanated, but what was different was that the aroma seemed to be very faintly mixed with a slightly fishy but hearty taste.

Zhang Jin's pouring of wine is different from the usual jiashi, coupled with the smell of the wine, it is very infectious. Let the table full of men whose blood temperature is at least a few degrees higher than ordinary people be infected by it, their chests are becoming more and more arrogant, and they are even more looking forward to the big bowl of wine in the future.

"Huh? Why does this wine seem to be a little red? ”

Just when Zhang Jin was about to fill the eight big bowls, the tiger head finally found something and asked.

Hearing the reminder of the tiger head, the others suppressed some excitement and looked at the bowl in unison. Although the large bowl has a black background, the color of the wine is not real. But under the reflection of the light, Shili's good few people still noticed the faint red in it.

The color is so light that it's hard to spot if you don't pay attention. But this color is very bright, different from the burgundy of red wine, and different from the amber color of foreign wine, if there is any color that is closer to the light red of this wine, it is blood!

At this time, several veterans who had blood on their hands thought of the faint fishy smell mixed with the aroma of wine, and it was the smell of blood! Isn't the color of this wine like water that has been boiled by water?

Except for Luo Bei, the rest of the people raised their heads almost at the same time and cast inquiring glances at Zhang Jin, who had already finished pouring the wine.

Putting down the wine jar in his hand, Zhang Jin seemed to have not seen the question mark in everyone's eyes, and only then did he say after serving a few large bowls to everyone: "Several old brothers are from the military camp, and they are the best match for my wine!" But please allow the elder brother to sell it first, let's dry this bowl of wine first, and I will explain it to you brothers! Saying that, Zhang Jin raised the big bowl in his hand to a few people at the table, made a gesture of invitation, and said that when my younger brother I do it first as a respect, I went down a few times and drank it all!

That jiashi is definitely bold enough, enough bandits, it is simply Zhang Fei, Li Kui, and Cheng Biting Jin, it is simply the style of beheading chickens and drinking blood wine in the cottage.

Seeing Zhang Jin's refreshing drink, several soldiers who had always been unconvinced naturally refused to lag behind, put aside their doubts, got up one after another, picked up the wine bowls in front of them, and like Zhang Jin, sent a bowl of wine with more than four taels and a few sips of wine down their throats.

This wine is definitely different from that of the Assassins!

If Zhang Jin's assassin is insidious, he always lurks very deep, and it doesn't explode until he goes deep into the dirt, killing with one blow. Then this wine is the battle of the Ming horse when the two armies are facing each other, and the attack is dignified.

The low-alcohol wine that Zhang Jin said had just entered his mouth, as if he had lit a firecracker, and it exploded hotly in his mouth. Then the lower throat and into the stomach are like a boiling copper juice, and the hot person is extremely hot.

When the wine enters the stomach, it is even worse. It's like an oil depot exploding, and the flames are overflowing, spreading all over the body.

Then the 136,000 pores of the whole body opened one after another, and the sweat was like a faucet that opened the floodgates, dripping out, and the whole body was soaked in an instant.

Sweat was like heavy rain, quickly extinguishing the fire that spread all over the body, and I only felt that the sweat-soaked place was comfortable. It's like jumping into the blue waves on dog days.

Among several people, the most inky striker in the stomach suddenly flashed a rather famous poem in his mind, wildfires are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

The body after the sweat is like the grassland after the wildfire, and the spring rain comes again. That refreshing feeling, that vigorous biological sister......

From the outside, it seems that after everyone has a bowl of wine, they all show strange expressions and freeze there. Then the faces of several black-skinned soldier brothers invariably glowed with bronze on their faces, necks, and hands, and there was a hidden red light in them. The whites of the two eyes were quickly occupied by red silk.

Then, the foreheads and noses of several people first dripped, and the sweat beads the size of rice grains appeared, and soon the T-shirts and shirts on their bodies were also soaked with sweat, showing the color of sweat stains.

Then, the red of several people's bodies quickly receded, and the red of the somewhat misty eyes that were originally soaked in red also faded instantly, and the eyeballs burst out with a clear, bright, but not sharp brilliance.

"Good wine!" After everyone woke up, including Luo Bei and several veterans, they all cheered loudly.

This wine is really the same as Zhang Jin said, and it is too good for these veterans.

Good soldiers love spirits! This is the unanimous fallacy of these veterans at the table. Zhang Jin's wine with a low degree is drunk with a strong one, but it is compared with a seventy or eighty degree wine. These old wine sticks, old drunkards, and veteran ruffians naturally like it!

Compared with the spicy nature of this wine, the fishy aroma mixed with the aroma of the wine, which is very similar to the smell of blood, makes these guys like it even more. After tasting it carefully, several veterans felt that the taste was like a stimulant, and several of their strong and powerful men were as eager to move, eager to try, and enthusiastic as when they heard the horn of the charge.

Moreover, although the dignified and upright atmosphere of this wine is different from that of the sinister assassin, the comfort after drinking is the same as that of the assassin, and the whole body is comfortable, as if the whole body has been washed from the inside out.

That feeling is similar to the feeling of a fairy after soaking in a hot bathhouse for an hour, and then enjoying a full set of services such as scrubbing, bone knocking, and massage, and then drinking some wine and eating some side dishes!

Moreover, this wine, like other drinks produced by Zhang Jin, is as strong as a ball of coal, but it will never go up and never hurt the stomach.

After re-seating, the already warm atmosphere became even more enthusiastic. This bowl of wine seemed to amplify everyone's excited nerves. The soldiers and Luo Bei, the fat man, were all excited, and their attitudes were even more coarse. One by one, the voices that were not low rose an octave again. It's like shouting by the neck.

After a bowl of wine, Zhang Jin no longer poured wine for everyone so politely, but picked up the jar and poured wine in his bowl, and then handed the jar to the tiger head on his left hand, "A few brothers, then the brothers will not be polite to you, pour this wine yourself!" Zhang Jin's unceremonious attitude made the people at the table more satisfied, and after agreeing without a word, he took the wine jar and filled it for himself.

The people at this table definitely don't rely on wine and pour less for themselves. Such haode wine, it is called a loss if it is poured less!

"Brother, you're out of wine! Although my brother is a big boss, to be honest, I don't know what to drink. Just open your throat and pour it down. But today, my brother dares to pat his chest and pack a ticket, you are good at drinking! At least it's much better than the box of wine my brother brought! After bringing a whole box of pangolins for Moutai, he filled himself with wine, and shouted in an exaggerated tone.

"Nonsense!" After the tiger head rolled his eyes angrily, the big slap of the master who had practiced the big monument slap slapped Zhang Jin's shoulder again, and he also pulled his neck and said, "Brother, it's interesting enough!" Take such haode wine to entertain my brother. Brother acknowledges your affection! ”

Tiger Head is the only person who can taste wine among the few people present, except for Zhang Jin. He is different from the pangolin, who only knows that the wine is good, but he doesn't know where it is good. But Tiger Head knows how rare this wine is! If you operate haode, it is not surprising that this wine will fetch a staggering price at auction!

"Just ...... it".

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After the tiger's words, several other veterans, including Lei Ge, also spoke one after another, praising Zhang Jin's drink.

Although Zhang Jin is humble on the surface, he is very cool in his heart.

No one knows how to make good wine, just like walking in the night. The wine brewed is appreciated by others, just like your own baby is praised by others, how can you not be happy? N）