"Brother Dao, Brother Dao, don't you think that person looks like a violent bear?"

In the bustling crowd, the chatter pointed to the tiger-headed swallow-necked man just now, and asked in a low voice to the scar beside him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In his expression, he was a little more flustered.

But I saw a few people with scars, just like other tourists, with a lot of snacks in large bags and small bags, and even tents and fishing rods.

It's like a trip to enjoy the flowers.

But their eyes were always focused on Sikong.

The real hiding is not to hide in the dark and put the face in the shadow, but to walk out of front of people generously, with its light and dust.

Scar chewed candied fruit, and the centipede-shaped scar around his eyes was covered by him with artificial human skin, which made his fierce color less than half.

When Scar heard this, his eyes glanced aimlessly at the crowd, but he caught a glimpse of the person who was talking.

Suddenly, his heart was beating wildly!

I saw the man with the tiger's head and swallow neck, blending into the bustling crowd and walking under a cherry blossom tree.

Under the tree, there are two people who are not good-looking, talking and laughing, admiring the moon cherry blossoms, and pointing at the food making and sake brewing in the distance from time to time.

No different from other tourists.

But when he fell into Scar's eyes, he was like a king of Hades who asked for his life and a messenger who hooked souls!

At this time, the person under the tree noticed the afterglow of the scar and looked back.

This face, Scar saw for the first time.

But his eyes, the scars, will never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

With a strange smile on the corner of this person's mouth, he glanced at Scar and the others, then turned back and continued to talk and laugh with his companions.

It's him!

Scar snorted and took a few steps back with a pale face.

Qi and blood were rolling, a faint smell of blood came from his throat, and his breathing was a little short.

Just a glance at him made him, who had cultivated to the second dimension, suffer a lot of injuries!

"Brother Dao, is it ......?"

The shuttle seemed to think of something, looked at the scar in horror, and his hands were full of cold sweat.

"Panic what!"

Scar glared at the shuttle, but saw that the frightened look of the shuttle did not change, in order not to attract attention, he took off the hat on his head and used it as a fan to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

"It's really not good, let's run!" The shuttle head was cramped and uneasy, burying his head, but he didn't dare to look at the few people sitting under the cherry blossom tree.

"Run? He's found us, where are we going! Even if he has a million, he will find out! ”

Yin San's cold eyes flickered, but the candied fruit bag he held in his hand was subconsciously clenched by him.

is just one person, so these few Xingkou who are begging for a living on the knife edge, and the stars who rob the house are in a mess, and they are panicked.

"Twilight, inform Sikong......"

Scar pressed his mind, licked his dry lips, and whispered to Twilight.

"Let's just say that the helmsman of the poisonous wolf Xingkou, the contemporary poisonous wolf, is here......"

…………

"It's coming......"

Mao Jiang seemed to have a premonition of Sikong's arrival, and the posture of digging Guanyin soil remained unchanged, and a mud altar was taken out of the soil.

The mud altar was made by him ten minutes ago, when he personally took the sea of cherry leaves and rammed the silt in the cracks of the rocks on the seabed.

But at this moment, in Sikong's eyes, this mud altar is full of vicissitudes of life.

The blackened edge of the altar, the blue and yellow altar body, Sikong even saw that at the bottom of the altar, there was actually a hundred years of sprouts, a hundred years of branches, a hundred years of maturity of the 'frost long vine'.

In ten minutes, this clay jar containing flower wine has passed hundreds of years.

For the world of cultivating immortals, the magic weapons and spells that can change the flow of time are great creations that only exist in legends and can only be possessed by immortals.

But in the imperial civilization, it was only not the winemaking industry, a relatively common craft technology.

Of course, for some reason, the empire has strict control over this aspect, and even set up a special organization to review and supervise.

It can only be used in certain practical industries.

"Come on, come on, taste my wine, I used three kinds of moon cherry blossoms, and the sake rice was brought by myself from the Jiuquan at home, and the taste should not be bad......"

Mao Jiang greeted Sikong warmly, and his whiskers added a bit of kindness to him.

'Jumping ......'

The crisp sound of opening the altar came out, and then, a touch of turquoise rose to the sky, making the sky reflect the turquoise, and actually made the moon cherry blossoms all over the mountains and fields lose their color.

The rich fragrance wafted out, with the breeze, spread all over the mountains, and everyone present was drunk when they smelled it, their faces were red, and their consciousness was still very clear, but this body was intoxicated with the aroma of wine.

In addition, a steed made of wine galloped out of the wine jar.

Wisps of wine floated down from the horse's body, like a cloak, saddle the horse and add to the heroism.

The smell of wine fades away, and it is restrained in the fine wine in the mud jar.

The steed also followed the last rays of turquoise and re-burrowed into the mud altar.

Suddenly, the newly opened wine returned to normal.

Sikong Ben's swaying body also stabilized, and he shook his head, so that the last trace of drunkenness in his heart was eliminated.

"Come on, let's taste it......"

Sikong looked at the wine handed to his mouth, not with the help of any utensils, but by the heart of Master Maojiang.

The wine, viscous turquoise, does not resemble a liquid, but rather a translucent amber.

Among them, there is also the sake lees of the moon cherry blossoms, which are inlaid in the turquoise and scattered layer by layer, so that it is impossible to distinguish the types, but it makes the turquoise a little more gorgeous.

Where is this wine, it is clearly a treasure handed down from generation to generation.

Falling into the martial arts civilization is enough to become the heirloom of the ancient dynasty, so that the martial arts masters do not hesitate to violate the ban with martial arts and slaughter the common people.

Sikong swallowed, a little dumbfounded.

I'm here to smash the field, to step on your master's name.

Master Mao, you are too enthusiastic and proactive!

It's hard for me to do that!

But that's fine, the more you win the hearts of the people, the more kind you are, the more I slap you in the face, the more you can arouse the anger of the people.

Sikong bit his teeth and wanted to drink it in one gulp.

"Wait!"

However, there are many good things, and a powerful voice interrupted Sikong's movements.

But when he saw Lu Hao striding over, he first smiled and bowed his hand to Maojiang, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Even if he is both a master-level figure, Lu Hao, who is a master of food, bowed his head half a year in front of the brewing master Mao Jiang.

Not only because of the difference in the industry, but also because Maojiang is faintly the first person under the master craftsman in the Wind Curtain Star Domain.

"What a character Master Maojiang is, you are a yellow-mouthed child, but you are just a junior taster, and you dare to offend!"

Lu Hao's expression was stern, his eyes were sarcastic, and he reprimanded Sikong mercilessly.

It seems to be embarrassing, but it is solving the difficulties of Master Maojiang and quietly showing favor to Master Maojiang.

Sikong sneered in his heart, where did he not know Lu Hao's thoughts.

I was about to sneer at each other, but I heard a voice coming.

"It's okay, it's okay, young man, it's the age of blood and strength, when I'm his age, I only know how to spend all day drinking, lingering in flowers, and I'm not even a junior winemaker."

Mao Jiang's voice was as thick as a mountain, with an inexplicable magnetism, falling into people's ears and drilling straight into the bottom of his heart.

Lu Hao replied one after another: "Yes, yes, Brother Mao brings the heart of the juniors, and I know everything." But this young man is a taster, but not a taster, and the difference between the two is a world of difference, and I am afraid that he will talk nonsense and ruin the reputation of Master Mao. ”

"Heh, food tasting is just my side business, wine tasting, I'm a professional!"