In order to let Huang Simiao roll down the mountain as soon as possible, Li Da Poet specially told Huang Simiao the location of the first restaurant in the Tang Dynasty, which is called like-minded, if it wasn't for Huang Simiao's last help him carry two bottles of green ants, I'm afraid Huang Simiao would believe it, for this kind of forgetful person, Huang Simiao said that he cursed him for not drinking for the rest of his life and not lifting.

The so-called No. 1 restaurant in Datang is actually the Yuelai Inn in the capital. It's nothing more than because the wine collection is so popular, and it is named the first restaurant by the merchants who come and go, Li Da Poet also has the ability, relying on the ability to fight wine poems for hundreds of poems, and he just got a free brand for life even if he receives famous families is also a high cost, Huang Simiao lit up the sign when he entered the store, and the shopkeeper took it and looked at it carefully, even if his face was full of disbelief, he still respectfully welcomed Huang Simiao to the private room. Well, writing poetry is a panacea, and you don't have to worry about eating.

This private room is said to be a private room, but in fact, it has been out of the category of ordinary eating and drinking. The first thing that catches the eye in the room is the screen embroidered with the mountain and river scenery, through the screen you can vaguely see a piano, some black and old, under the piano is a wooden table leaning against the window, although I don't know the material, but the pattern is gorgeous, the right side of the screen is a very small marble stone case, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the wall opposite the stone case is also written: Yun wants to dress and flowers want to look, the spring breeze blows Revlon.

Well, it is indeed the style of Li Da poet, wherever he goes.

Xiao Er probably thought that Huang Simiao's brand was stolen, and called the store manager up after a while: "What do you want from this guest officer, why don't you have a little song first?" ”

Huang Simiao gasped, this, there are special services?

"That's what, I'm young, so I don't need it."

The steward looked Huang Simiao up and down, as if he understood something.

"This guest officer, Li Xianren hasn't been to the shop for a while, I don't know who you and Li Xianren are..."

Huang Simiao secretly thought that your Li Xianren had been locked up in prison and didn't dare to come out, but he hadn't come for a while.

"Uncle Li asked me to find a wine called Hero Sigh and asked me to bring it back to Lushan, he is now in Lushan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the steward: "Understand, little understand, you don't need to say it anymore, it has been spread all over the city, Li Xianren is an extraordinary person, that is the daughter of the prime minister's family, and she is still newly married..."

Huang Simiao looked at the smile on the steward's face and said once again that this Datang is fake, right, just clap your hands after abducting someone else's daughter?

"Guest officer, since you and Li Xianren are uncles and nephews, then we don't have anything to worry about, if you want to choose wine, please follow me into the wine room."

The steward led Huang Simiao all the way through, it was a dark room and a tunnel, and those who didn't know thought it was a vault, and finally found that this place was much stricter than the vault.

Although it is underground, it is not dim, and there is a rich aroma of wine in the air, which makes people dizzy when they smell it. Countless lanterns hung on both sides of the tunnel, and at the end of the tunnel were two huge lanterns. At the end of the walk is an innumerable number of rooms, each room will be stored in the wine according to the place, year, name, when you have the corresponding wine, you need to check the notes, the query can be specific to a certain room and a cabinet. This is much more spectacular than the Terracotta Army, and the sake brewery in later generations is simply weak, but what if it catches fire...

The list of alcoholic beverages is registered by an old man with a wrinkled face, in a small attic on the top floor of the restaurant. The steward was very respectful when he saw the old man: "Ah Weng, this is the nephew of Li Xianren, who came to look for wine." ”

The old man raised his head slowly, first glanced at Huang Simiao, then at Ma Xiaotair, trembling and wanting to stand up slightly, the steward hurriedly stepped forward to help: "What kind of wine are you looking for..."

Huang Simiao saw the folds and white hair on the old man's face, and he always had the feeling that the old man would go first in the next second, for fear that his voice would scare the old man if he was loud.

"Grandpa, is there a wine called a hero's sigh?"

The old man stood and thought for a while, and finally asked someone to find a thick notebook, pointed to one place and said, "There is no heroic sigh, only heroic blood." ”

After thinking about it, he added: "If there is no here, there really is none." ”

Huang Simiao immediately despaired when she heard this, what about the deceitful ghost, is there such a wine, play!

When the old man saw Huang Simiao's appearance, he smiled and said, "There is no such wine, just make one, what's the hurry." ”

Make, make one? Huang Simiao was dumbfounded, there was still this kind of operation.

The old man ordered the steward: "Is the old Wu family's wine brewed, and it will be brewed with this name, called, what is it called?" ”

The steward immediately picked up: "Back to Ah Weng, it's a hero's sigh." ”

The old man patted the chair and signaled that he wanted to sit down, and the steward immediately helped the old man to sit down slowly.

"Yes, according to the name, after the process is completed, give it to this one, this one..."

"Grandpa, my name is Huang Simiao..."

"Yes, give it to the little yellow boy."

Huang Simiao's smile froze on his face, small, little yellow...

Wu Lao's second ancestor was the royal winemaker of the palace and has been prosperous for several generations. Later, the dynasty changed, the old Wu family gradually withered, and in this generation, there was only Wu Lao Er left, and Wu Lao Er was also angry, except for making wine, he couldn't do anything but make wine, and when he was about to starve to death, he let the inn save him, and then he kept making wine for the inn, which was regarded as a retribution.

When Huang Simiao and the steward arrived at Wu's house, Wu Lao Er was lying on a cellar and fell asleep, no matter how the two shouted, they couldn't wake up, or the people in the house came up with a solution, and shouted at Wu Lao Er that the wine was brewed, Wu Lao Er immediately turned over, sniffed at the cellar, and slapped the subordinate to the side.

"Clean fucking nonsense, it's still early!" After speaking, he wanted to lie down again, but the steward hurriedly grabbed Wu Lao Er and told Wu Lao Er the old man's words, Wu Lao Er glanced at Huang Simiao, and said angrily: "I originally planned to be called Xiang Baili, but the hero sighed that his name was broken..."

Huang Simiao twitched the corner of her eyes, Xiangbaili is a good name? If it weren't for the fact that you're a winemaker, you'd have to be squirted to death with a mouthful of fake wine...

Although Wu Lao Er complained, he respected the old man very much, and still agreed, saying that the wine would be released in three days, and the wine would be famous and heroically sighed, and it was spread all over the world.

Huang Simiao calculated, it has been four days since he came to this memory, and no matter whether he can get the wine or not after three days, he is afraid that he will have to leave, and he doesn't know how Li Dashi's honeymoon went, and he won't see him in the future. Everything in this memory is the same as the real one, perhaps, it's true, Huang Simiao has a feeling in the dark that everything here is real.

Staying in the guest room of Yuelai Inn at night, tasting the delicious taste of Datang, there is no additive taste, even if there is only salt, it can make a thousand flavors. While he was enjoying his meal, the steward suddenly ran over and said that the old man wanted to see him. Although Huang Simiao looked for him at this time, he still followed him, after all, eating other people's mouths is short...

"Go down." The old man sent the steward away and closed the door. Then the old man smiled and said, "How many days are left?" ”

Huang Simiao was a little stunned, and the old man said again: "I was a fat man when I came back, and I had to take a few bottles of red candles, and decades have passed in this flash..."

Huang Simiao pondered for a moment, the fat man may be the owner of the shop, no wonder he didn't come by himself, there must be something wrong with this!

"Grandpa, there are still three days..."

"Three days, that's not much, the last time the fat man stayed for half a year, it's a funny young man." The old man took a sip of tea.

"Do you have a sword book with you?" With a wave of his hand, two books flew out of Huang Simiao's arms, one was given by Li Tengkong, and the other was never seen, with the word "Anthology" written, but after thinking about it, this is not 300 Tang poems, this is another change of vest.

"This, is it a sword spectrum?" Huang Simiao asked cautiously.

The old man smiled: "Oh, the little girl's Tao Te Ching is also with you, very good, very good, twice the result with half the effort, wonderful." ”

Huang Simiao didn't understand the old man's intentions for a while, and just wanted to ask, he saw the old man raise his eyebrows: "Raise the sword"

Smack, the stars are moving!

Huang Simiao didn't know how he went back the next day, his eyes were full of sword shadows, and there were poems ringing in his ears, and every line of poetry depicted scenes of swords rising and falling in his mind. or beautiful or magnificent verses, and even music from the Book of Poetry, accompanied by the ancient sword in the air to draw a poetic trajectory, that scene made Huang Simiao very shocked, is this the wisdom of the ancestors, how many ancestors have been buried in the thousand-year-old history?

After going back, Huang Simiao lay in the room and fell asleep, according to the old man, these things have been engraved in his mind, and he will naturally remember them when he uses them, and it is useless to think about them when the time comes, just rest well and wait for wine, don't think about it.

Three days are fleeting, the time of wine is set in the early morning, Wu Lao Er said to absorb the essence of the purple sun, a large group of people in the early morning guarded the door of the cellar, when the east was white, Wu Lao Er and the next person together carried a large vat to the ground, waiting for the first ray of sunlight to shine on the wine vat, quickly opened the wine vat, the white mist sprayed out of the vat, followed by a burst of rich wine fragrance gushing out, Wu Lao Er cried excitedly, others saw the white mist gushing when they knelt down, Huang Simiao had an indescribable touch, these sages, After going through a lot of hardships and trying out the valuable experience bit by bit, what qualifications do future generations have to let them be annihilated in the man-made war.

Huang Simiao held the wine in one hand, and the ancient sword given by the old man in the other, he had no way to say goodbye to them, he didn't even know if the memory would disappear or continue to run after he left, he asked Bai He to bring a bottle of heroic sigh to Li Da Poet, and then quietly left in the room, in a burst of dizziness, he seemed to see the noodle shop owner dancing in front of the old man with a sword: the corridor of lights at night. Someone tastes new wine for the first time. For the time being, I like the warmth of the thin jacket, but I am sad that the autumn moon is like frost. Don't sigh that the hero is old and old, and cut off the floating new knot!