Zi Yunchen was inexplicable, but the wine fairy's words were as heavy as Mount Tai, and he couldn't move, nor could he make a sound.

A dignified wine immortal, even if he is not a martial saint, his cultivation is not much lower.

He is just a martial marquis, and he is not enough to see in front of the wine fairy.

Zi Yunchen sat like a scarecrow, and for some reason, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Luo Qingyin, who was sitting beside Zi Yunchen, didn't notice anything, just blinked in surprise.

The wine fairy casually ordered a wine jug: "Come, pour me a glass of wine." ”

Luo Qing suddenly understood that the wine fairy wanted to test her.

Since coming into contact with monkey wine, Luo Qingyin has more or less learned about the knowledge of wine; Since she met Ming Yuejue, she has understood what kind of wine to use and what cup to use.

Picking up the flask, flicking the cork, a scent rushed to her face, she groaned for a long time, and poured the wine into the white jade cup.

"Amber wine should be jade cup." Luo Qingyin had a shallow smile on the corner of her lips, "The jade bowl is filled with amber light, am I right?" ”

"Not bad." With an approving look in his eyes, the wine fairy pointed to another jug of wine and asked, "What about this?" ”

That pot of wine turned out to be wine.

Luo Qingyin chose the luminous cup without hesitation.

The wine fairy nodded in satisfaction, and his fingertips landed on the Gyokuro wine.

Luo Qingyin thought about it and chose the glass cup.

The wine fairy nodded, and did not test her again, but asked her to drink the three glasses of wine and distinguish the vintage separately.

Luo Qingyin answered them one by one.

Although it can't be accurate to a single digit, tens of digits are basically not wrong.

After hearing this, the wine fairy sighed and said, "Okay, you give me the Jiupin Monkey Wine, and I will be you." ”

It's not easy.

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips raised a comfortable smile, and he happily put the Jiupin Monkey Wine in front of him.

The wine fairy shook his head, stroked his beard and was both relieved and sad: "What a good girl, why can't you think of learning alchemy with Lao Hu?" ”

Luo Qingyin silently decided what to do without hearing it.

The wine fairy thought about it, seemed to think of something, and said loudly: "Little girl, if you can't be a master and apprentice, you call me grandpa, how about it?" ”

Luo Qingyin was not attached to the salutation, and shouted crisply: "Grandpa." ”

The wine fairy immediately happily poured a sip of Jiupin monkey wine: "Good, good!" Lao Hu is your master, I am your grandfather, I am a generation higher than Lao Hu! ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Zi Yunchen: "......"

Steward: "......"

"Drink your wine and give you a welcome gift." The wine fairy pulled left and right, took out a wine gourd from his sleeve that was exactly the same as that tied to a cane, and put it in her hand.

The size of the wine gourd is only larger than a palm, but in fact, there are hundreds of compartments in it, which can be used to cellar different wines, and with a single thought, you can pour out the kind of wine you want, which belongs to the holy pinna vows.

Zi Yunchen looked at the small wine gourd, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little more complicated.

Accepting this wine gourd means becoming the descendant of the wine fairy.

However, he couldn't speak or move at all, so he had to gesture to Luo Qingyin with his eyes, but Luo Qingyin sat next to him and didn't notice his eyes at all!

Zi Yunchen felt bitter in his heart.

No, he has to tell Master.

But he couldn't move.

The wine fairy glanced at him with a smile, as if he had read his mind in an instant.

That glance made Zi Yunchen's body suddenly loosen, the pressure suddenly subsided, and he was finally able to speak.

Mao Dun Literature