Sitting in front of the wooden house, Shen Qingwen shrank back, sniffed, and sighed that the weather was impermanent. Yesterday the sun was still high, which made people sleepy, but today it is sad and cold, and I feel cold when I sit by the fire.

Stretching out his hand to bake the fire to keep warm, Shen Qingwen thought to himself that this day had passed so fast, and months had passed in the blink of an eye. Taking out the two letters in his arms, Shen Qingwen looked at them blankly for a long time before deciding to open them.

Don't hide it from everyone, he didn't dare to open it in the past few months. But now he encountered another problem, what should he do to open the letter first? Shen Qingwen's hand that wanted to tear the letter stayed halfway and then retracted, spreading the two letters on the wooden table.

The flames danced on the side, and Shen Qingwen under the light of the fire thought through his eyes, and after thinking about it for a long time, he decided to open Gu Pingguo's letter first. Carefully tore open a mouth, took out the white paper inside, and a dense pile of words, Shen Qingwen swept it, probably knowing the meaning.

Gu Pingguo's academy opened a few months ago, and her academy was in the capital of the Chu Heavenly Kingdom, known as Zhulu. When he saw these two words, Shen Qingwen was also shocked, Zhulu was a famous academy, and the academy and martial arts could be regarded as the pinnacle of the Seven Lower Kingdoms.

Thinking back to a few months ago, the students they graduated from the deer competition had a few tricks with him, and I don't know if he can get out of bed now. Shen Qingwen had a smile on his face, he could also go to Chutian to see this vicious woman, thinking that he had opened Zhao Minmin's envelope.

Compared with Gu Pingguo's long story, Zhao Minmin is very clean and neat, with only a few lines on the huge white paper.

"Stay safe, goodbye. ”

This is very in line with Zhao Minmin's personality, Shen Qingwen nodded, threw the two letters to the fire casually, and watched the black and white words turn into sparks, Shen Qingwen didn't realize that he would be overwhelmed by today's inadvertent actions in the future.

Looking up at the sky, the familiar sunlight was blocked by thick clouds, depressed in his heart, Shen Qingwen looked down at the ground, wet and soft soil, he sighed faintly.

His health has improved a lot, and according to the old man who sells alcohol, his treatment has ended. In three days at most, Shen Qingwen can leave here. Thinking of this, the body that had calmed down for several months couldn't help but become agitated, the blood was boiling, and Shen Qingwen took out a pot of peach blossom wine.

After churning around the wooden house for a while, he finally found a small pot among the many useless things in the corner. Skillfully washing the pot, Shen Qingwen simply set up a wooden stand with the wood in the house, put the pot on the wooden support, and Shen Qingwen poured the peach blossom wine into the pot.

Finger Zhenyuan boiled, because there was no suitable thing to stir, Shen Qingwen came to blow the peach blossom wine emanating from the pot. Soon, bursts of strong incense spread along with the flames, because of the attachment of the true yuan, this fragrance wafted in every corner of the peach blossom hermitage, and the people who smelled the fragrance couldn't help but poke their heads out of the wooden house and ask each other whose house was cooking wine in winter.

As time flies, from the faint aroma to the strong aroma of the wine, everyone has also upgraded from probe inquiries to going out wrapped in thick clothes, and everyone is curious about which brewing wine.

After asking from house to house, they found that no one was cooking wine, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but turn to the wooden house under the giant peach blossom tree. Everyone walked on the trail, and the aroma of wine became stronger and stronger along the way, and everyone felt drunk just by smelling the taste.

Sure enough, in the wooden house under the giant peach blossoms, everyone found the family that cooked wine. In everyone's eyes, I saw a young man with silver hair wrapped in a white thick coat sitting in the fire quietly boiling wine, teaching and dancing in the air, and the strong aroma emanated with his regularity, and finally inhaled into everyone's nose.

"It's Shen Gongzi! Shen Gongzi is so interested, cooking wine on a cold day. ”

"Brother Shen, the flowers are coming to play with you!"

"Xiao Shen, the wine you cook is so fragrant, it's the same as my old hen!"

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To be honest, when he raised his eyes and saw a group of people in front of the wooden house, Shen Qingwen was frightened, but then saw that they were only staring at the pot and completely forgetting about themselves, Shen Qingwen felt unhappy in his heart. Shen Qingwen was angry but couldn't help the eager eyes of everyone, they were all villagers inside and out, Shen Qingwen still went to open the door when he was distressed about the old man's wine.

"Xiao Shen, your cooking skills are very good! Auntie hasn't drunk such good wine for a long time. ”

"It's really good, Shen Gongzi, I didn't expect the wine you cooked to be so delicious!"

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Shen Qingwen held the bowl and listened to everyone's flattering words, and his ruddy young face darkened a little. Please, everyone, can you look at people when you praise them, at least you have to give them respect.

After taking a sip of warm wine, Shen Qingwen's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself, who cooked this wine, it was so delicious. After a few more sips, Shen Qingwen was moved to tears, thinking that this wine cooker must be a person who cried ghosts and gods for the earth, and this wine was comparable to the legendary elixir and jade dew.

Everyone looked at Shen Qingwen's exaggerated expression, sweating all on their faces, and they all admired Shen Qingwen's cheeky kung fu. Admiration is admiration, everyone does not forget to ask for wine from the pot, the pot is not big, everyone has a bowl for each person.

Looking at the bare iron pot, someone with a heart had already run home to get the wine, Shen Qingwen's face darkened again, and he thought that he was a tool for cooking wine.

"Brother Shen has something on his mind?" The red-faced Hua'er asked Shen Qingwen with a smile on the side, she was fifteen or sixteen years old when she was in the midst of youth and wanted to be beautiful, looking at Shen Qingwen's delicate face, the originally ruddy little face was a little more aggravated.

Appearance is victory, Shen Qingwen also admits this, looking at the cute appearance of the flowers, he smiled and shook his head.

The Peach Blossom Nunnery is not big, and when everyone chatted without a word, someone had already retrieved the wine, and under everyone's gaze, Shen Qingwen picked up the Zhenyuan Cooking Wine. Feeling the true yuan in his face, some people who practiced martial arts exclaimed: "Shen Gongzi is a person who practices martial arts, and Zhenyuan is so pure!"

Shen Qingwen didn't hide it, and when he nodded, he also felt the breath of the other party, a martial artist in the Condensing Water Realm. In the capital of Chu Heavenly Kingdom, it can be regarded as a small master. In contrast, Shen Qingwen was more curious that this isolated mountain village would produce a condensation warrior.

It's not that martial artists are rare, but they are very common in this world, but they are not common here, Shen Qingwen estimated that there would be no third person to practice martial arts in the entire small mountain village except for the old man who sold wine and this person.

The aroma of wine overflowed, and when everyone was intoxicated with the fragrance of peach wine, the old man who sold wine also returned. Pushing open the door, he was not taken aback by this scene, looking at Shen Qingwen who was cooking wine in the middle of the crowd, his eyes suddenly blurred with years.

As if this was still the cold frontier, as if he was still standing on the city wall and wearing armor, as if the person who cooked the wine was the demon king of the Shen Mansion, as if the brothers who were born and died with him were still there, the old man who sold wine laughed loudly and joined the wine cooking brigade.

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Shen Qingwen, who was drinking wine, looked at the wooden house full of people with a smile, and was picked up by Shen Qingwen, everyone was interested, discussing that every household should produce some food and cook a big meal. Fortunately, women from every household who thought they were ingenious went into battle together, and fragrant dishes were made from their hands.

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After the big meal, Shen Qingwen sat on a wooden chair, and the wooden house had returned to its former loneliness. Thinking that he said that he would leave a few days later at the dinner, everyone expressed regret on their faces, but Hua'er was the only one with red eyes, and the old man who sold wine made fun of him for breaking the girl's heart because of this incident.

The heart is extraordinarily warm, it is so warm for the first time in ten years. Shen Qingwen raised his eyes to look at the sky, there was only a lonely moon hanging in the dark sky, and the silver filaments were scattered, and the seventeen-year-old Shen Qingwen made fun of the loneliest thing in the world was today's moon.

During the teasing, he shook his head and fell asleep on the wooden chair.

In the middle of the night, the old man who sold wine took out the quilt from the wooden house and covered Shen Qingwen's body. Looking at the lonely moon in the sky, and looking at the sleeping Shen Qingwen, he always felt that this young man who crawled out of the pile of dead people back then would become the person who gave the so-called ruler of the world a headache.

With a chuckle, the old man returned to his room, and soon the sound of a sound of sleep came from inside the room.

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Three days later, Shen Qingwen, who was carrying a long sword, left the peach blossom forest with two pots of peach blossom wine.

Shen Qingwen, who was sitting in the carriage leaving the patio, showed a hint of a smile.

Chu Tianguo, I, Shen Qingwen, are here again.