His taste is fundamentally different from that of a normal martial artist, and it has no reference significance.

Although the ink monkey likes to make wine, it doesn't like to drink, it only loves fresh spirit fruits and spirit grass.

Of course, even if it loves to drink, it is not human, and it is not of reference significance.

Lei Yan, ibid.

As for Ming Jiu...... He had been trained as an Assassin since the time of the Ming Dynasty, and his drinking was limited to cows.

Luo Qingyin thought of the few people under him and sighed deeply.

If it weren't for Zi Yunchen's presence, she probably wouldn't even be able to do a good job of tasting.

Reaching out and rubbing her hair, Ziyun Chen said, "Is there a good candidate?" Leave it to me, and I'll help you train a batch. ”

"I'm already training." Luo Qingyin held his cheek with one hand, picked up the wine glass and took another sip of wine, and muttered, "I will arrive in Xuanfeng City within ten days, if I can't use it, I will go to Mingyue Jue for help." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zi Yunchen's face sank a little, and he said word by word: "No!" Allow! Look for! He! ”

Luo Qingyin blinked in confusion: "Why?" ”

"The main business of Mikaju is food, not wine." Zi Yunchen casually found an excuse, but in essence, she didn't want her to associate with Mingyuejue.

With her fingertips stroking the ring, Zi Yunchen took out a crane talisman, took the pen in her hand and wrote a few words on it, and then sent it out, and then said slowly: "Wait a while, give me the best three bottles of wine, and when I have time another day, I will take you to visit the wine fairy." ”

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips raised a touch of arc: "Okay." ”

Reaching out to pick up another bottle of wine, Luo Qingyin poured it into the new glass cup: "Come again." ”

Trying bottle by bottle, Zi Yunchen took a sip of it, and Luo Qingyin wrote each other's experiences on the same paper.

Every bottle of wine is different, and the taste is strange, and some of them can even be called unpalatable.

After Luo Qingyin tried seven or eight cups, there seemed to be a fire burning in his stomach, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic, and he seemed to have a phantom shadow when he looked at the words he wrote.

Zi Yunchen saw that her eyes were drunk and hazy, her eyes were smiling, and she stretched out two fingers: "Kitten, what is this?" ”

She usually can't resist these drinks even if she is not drunk in a thousand glasses, and he doesn't have anything to do?

Luo Qingyin grabbed his fingers and shook his head to make him more conscious, but seeing him talking and laughing and looking radiant, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "Come again." ”

Picking up the wine glass and gently touching the glass with her, Ziyun Chen said, "If you can't stand it, you can say it." ”

Luo Qingyin was aroused by his competitiveness, and didn't want to admit defeat, so he continued to drink.

After drinking a few more glasses, the pen in Luo Qingyin's hand fell to the floor with a "click".

She wanted to throw up......

She endured and endured, not letting herself spit it out, secretly transporting nephrite jade, and suddenly a stream of Xuan Qi surged up, stirring in her abdomen like a hurricane, she hurriedly incorporated the wine into the natural rotation of Xuan Qi, absorbed the Xuan Qi in the wine, and then used the way to force poison the wine down the arm of her left hand, through the fingertips, and slowly flowed out.

After a while, her face was flushed with drunkenness, but her consciousness gradually cleared up.

Bending down to pick up the pen, the corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked up a smile: "Are you drunk?" ”

Zi Yunchen wrote lightly: "I won't get drunk, come, little kitten, I respect you." ”

His eyes were misty, covered with a layer of mist, like a misty lake under the moonlight, rippling with spring.

Good amount of alcohol!

Mao Dun Literature