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The old man ignored Mo Lin's question, first chewed a spicy seed, swallowed two mouthfuls of rice, and then pulled out the stopper of the gourd and poured a large sip of wine, and then asked the question: "The rice is cooked very fragrant." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Lin smelled a smell of wine, and it seemed that the old man had drunk a lot of wine.

The old man ate with a big head, and his mouth made a snoring sound, which was several times more difficult to eat than Mo Lin, and he ate a big bowl of rice in a moment.

He drank wine while eating, and Mo Lin looked at the big wine gourd, really afraid that he would get drunk.

"Whew, you're full." The old man ate three bowls in a row, ate the rice pot cleanly, and there was not a grain of rice left, patted his stomach comfortably, and took off the rice grains on his beard one by one and stuffed them into his mouth, and finally poured a large sip of wine as a matter of course.

"Your rice is very fragrant, I haven't eaten such fragrant rice for many years. I thought the inkers were all brainless guys, and they only knew how to build machines. The old man's words were clearly marked with disdain for the ink masters.

"The ink artist doesn't pay attention to eating, drinking, and enjoyment, and it's not brainless!" Mo Lin defended the ink man.

The old man smiled, seemed to be very disdainful of Mo Lin's words, and then carefully looked Mo Lin up and down, and finally glanced at Mo Lin's wrist and said, "You are not an ink man, why do you say good things for them?" ”

"I ...... My dream was to be an inkman. Mo Lin raised his head and refused to show weakness at all.

The corner of the old man's mouth raised an indistinguishable smile, and he stuffed the gourd in his hand into Mo Lin's arms and said, "Take a sip." ”

In fact, Mo Lin has always coveted the aroma of the wine in the gourd, he grew up in Moshi Village, he has only drunk rice wine at most, and the wine in the gourd seems to smell much richer and mellow. Taking the gourd, he hesitated, but finally couldn't resist the temptation, picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" As soon as the wine entered his throat, Mo Lin realized that the rice wine he had drunk before was simply the same as water. This is a real spirit, which not only exudes a rich aroma, but also has a strong spirit. The intense stimulus poured into his esophagus as if it were burning, like a fiery thread, all the way to the depths of his body.

When the wine entered the stomach, it melted immediately, and the heat spread, making Mo Lin feel hot all over. For some reason, Mo Lin suddenly felt a little familiar with this feeling, as if he had experienced such a feeling many, many years ago.

"Won't you drink?" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked Mo Lin up and down.

Mo Lin felt that his hands and feet were trembling a little, and those joints that were not fighting were also hot, and the itching was a little stinging, as if a burning needle had pierced in. He returned the wine gourd and said, "I've drunk a little rice wine, and it's the first time I've drunk it like this." ”

"Then drink more. When a man is alive, he has to eat meat and drink a lot of wine, don't be like those ink people, he doesn't even know what wine tastes like for the rest of his life, and he lives in vain. The old man laughed.

Without waiting for Mo Lin to refute the beloved ink masters, the old man grabbed the wine gourd and stuffed it into Mo Lin's mouth, and forced him to take a few big sips.

Mo Lin couldn't help but swallow the wine, feeling that his whole body was hot and scary, and he watched in surprise as his palm slowly turned red, like a soldering iron.

The old man looked at Mo Lin with interest, and his eyes flashed with a gleam that was completely out of tune with his sloppy appearance.

"It's hot." Mo Lin felt that his body was hot from the inside out, he took off his coat, he still felt hot, took off his underwear again, and his upper body was **.

Mo Lin's body turned red, and a faint scar on the bottom of his throat revealed a light white, becoming extremely conspicuous.

The old man's gaze "inadvertently" swept over the small scar, and said, "Your name is Mo Lin?" ”

"How do you know?" Mo Lin was stunned, he didn't remember telling the old man his name.

"I saw you when you were very young." The old man raised his head, as if searching for memories from years ago.

"Really?" Mo Lin asked suspiciously, "Why don't I remember." ”

"Your heart was born with a broken vein, which was only made up later; Your joints are broken, and the muscles of your body are not connected. There is no one in a million who is born a waste like you, and no one who has seen you will ever forget it. The old man stared at Mo Lin's eyes and said meaningfully, "It's a miracle that you can live so much with your physical condition." ”

"Who the hell are you, and how do you know this?" Mo Lin was shocked, he had never told anyone about this matter, and Teacher Qin Qin also said that not many people knew about this matter, but the old man actually broke it down, how could Mo Lin not be surprised.

"There is nothing in this world that I don't know, I want to ...... back then" Speaking of this, the old man seemed to remember something, and suddenly closed his mouth, no matter how Ren Molin asked, he just smiled and refused to say more.

"Boy, you're here looking for ore?" The old man asked diversionarily.

"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.

"This mining area is very deep, and there are often underground monsters in it, and with a body like yours, I'm afraid you'll die in it. I've eaten your meal, so I'll take a trip for you. The old man stroked his beard and said, with an imperceptible temptation in his tone.

"No need, old man, you are so old, it will not be good if you fall. I can do it myself. Mo Lin said busily.

Mo Lin's intentions were good, but he didn't expect the old man to become angry, he raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "Boy, do you think I'm old, and think I'm talking nonsense, can't you do it?" ”

didn't expect his unintentional words to make the other party react so much, Mo Lin hurriedly explained: "Old ......"

As soon as the old man glared, Mo Lin swallowed back the words that followed, but he still didn't know what he said wrong.

"Tell me what minerals you want, I'll find them for you, I, Zhu Pingman, never owe favors." The old man snorted angrily.

"Zhu Pingman?" Mo Lin felt that the name seemed to have been heard somewhere, but he couldn't be sure.

Zhu Pingman snorted coldly from his nose and said, "Tell me what you're looking for?" As he snorted, the lights in the room flickered, as if they had been affected by some invisible force.

Mo Lin felt that the qi and blood in his body were churning, and the joints that had been stable for a long time were a little tingling again. He saw that Zhu Pingman lost his temper, so he had to say honestly: "I want to find two pieces of black iron ore, a feather stone and a malachite." ”

"It's that simple?" Zhu Pingman stroked his beard, "It's hard for me to run, I'll get you whatever I see." Without waiting for Mo Lin to speak again, he opened the wooden door and walked out.