The brewing method of ice blade brewing is also a secret.

In fact, every disciple of Zuiyang Peak must protect his own unique secret wine, not to mention leaking the recipe, even if it is for others to drink, it cannot be easily tried, often only close relatives can communicate with each other.

Because once the recipe of the unique secret wine is cracked and the method of sobering up is found, then this unique technique of Zuiyang Peak is equivalent to being abolished for most of this person.

This truth, without Liu Qingmei saying it, Feng Linwan also understands it clearly.

However, speaking of which, the two are already in the same tone and initiate, compared to... Liu Qingmei's leaked formula is not a big deal.

"A pot of ice blades is brewed, and it is actually assisted by thirty-three flavors of poison, if it weren't for the fact that there is also a taste of ice lingzhi as a medicine primer, which plays a comprehensive role. I almost thought it was a poisoned wine that killed me. You are a man and a man... Sure enough, it is cold on the outside and rigid on the inside, and it is easy to go to extremes. Feng Linwan's words seemed to be just smiling and ridiculing, but in fact, he didn't mean to remind Liu Qingmei.

Strictly speaking, Feng Linwan has been using Liu Qingmei.

But Liu Qingmei's current help also touched Feng Linwan. He is not bloodless, tearless, and hard-hearted.

Liu Qingmei was slightly silent, and then looked into the distance with slightly godless eyes, and said lightly: "Hatred is surging like a raging fire, a moment is unforgettable, and the day and night are uneasy." If it weren't for the pain brewed by this ice blade, if it weren't for the secret method of this drunken Yang Peak, I'm afraid that I would have been heartbroken... ”

Feng Linwan nodded and didn't say anything more.

The conversation between the two seems to be on the right page, but in fact, the bull's head is not the horse's mouth. Liu Qingmei deliberately staggered Feng Linwan's reminder, and gave a negative answer on the side.

The half-moon period came as promised.

Feng Linwan stood in front of the Zuiyang Tower.

This small wooden building, which is only three floors, is on the peak of Zuiyang Peak, and is surrounded by wine jars of different shapes and different flavors of wine.

Most of these wine jars belong to the vein masters of Zuiyang Peak in the past dynasties, and of course, there are some of them are the marks left by disciples who have made outstanding contributions to Zuiyang Peak.

Being able to put his own wine jar outside the Zuiyang Building is a rare honor for the disciples of Zuiyang Peak.

An old man with half-black and half-white hair and a rich twilight in his eyes sat on the steps in front of Zuiyang Tower, slowly drinking the wine in the aqua blue jade pot.

Liu Qingmei, who sent Feng Lin over, respectfully called 'Pulse Master'.

There is no doubt that the old man in front of him, who looks more like a sweeping uncle, is the current vein master of Zuiyang Peak, the real person who drinks the sea.

"Come in!" Drinking Hai Zhenren didn't raise his eyelids, and waved his hand.

Smack!

The two gates at the main entrance of Zuiyang Building were suddenly pushed open by the strong wind.

The trembling door shook the fine sand, this drunken Yang Building... It seems like it hasn't been opened in a long time, and no one has even come to clean it.

"A place of inheritance, but such a posture that seems to have been abandoned for a long time... "Feng Linwan was more vigilant in his heart, and at the same time, he had already detained Krewe, before that, Feng Linwan instructed Kru to be his 'ruler' who could distinguish between reality and illusion.

With the existence of Kru Bar, Feng Linwan had enough confidence to bravely enter this drunken Yang Building.

Follow the slightly mottled steps to the door of Zuiyang Building.

Standing in the doorway and peeking in, it was pitch black.

One foot into the threshold, two worlds inside and outside.

At this time, Feng Linwan found himself standing on the bow of a painting boat, with flaming red lanterns, gorgeous spinning, girls dressed in fluttering clothes, and dancing girls dancing happily.

The boatload of flower-seeking guests shouted happily and made noise, some chanted poems against each other, some reprimanded the court, some generously resigned, and some were full of words of loss.

The wide lake faces the shore and is brightly lit.

The lanterns on the mountain, dotted with overlapping buildings, and the slightly swaying drizzle, are like ribbons wrapping around everything in front of you, adding countless graces to this fluttering country.

On the surface of the lake, the scattered singing of singers came from afar.

"It's not love the dust, it seems to be mistaken by the front edge. ”

"Flowers fall and bloom from time to time, always thanks to the monarch of the East. ”

"If you have to go, you have to go, and you have to live how to live! If you have a mountain full of flowers, don't ask where the slave returns... ”

All the illusions, all the scenery, all the everything, like a painting, a scene, a poem, a movie, come to your face, come into view, and then... Bewitching.

"I know it's fake, but I can't hate it! It really lives up to its reputation!" Feng Linwan sighed in his heart.

Ordinary fantasy, what you seek is true.

From time to time, certain means are used to touch the fragility of people's hearts, to turn illusions into reality, and to break people's defenses.

This illusion in the drunken sun building is the opposite.

From the moment Feng Lin Wan entered, he knew that... Everything that is seen, heard, and seen, is fake. It's all a fantasy made up by illusion, a phantom that guides a certain scene in his heart, refracted by it.

But it's just that... Knowing that it was a fake thing, Feng Linwan suddenly felt sincere, wishing it was real.

"Qinhuai is on both sides of the strait, who doesn't want to go?" Feng Linwan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

He had never been to Qinhuai, let alone seen the legendary Qinhuai.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, this legendary place carries too much glitz and luxury, as well as men's extravagant expectations for 'wine'.

For the previous life, it was a punctuation mark in books, film and television works.

And for this life, perhaps... There will be a chance to enter a certain world and see a similar landscape. But if it's not the name, if it's not the scene, it's not it after all.

"But... For me, this can only be regarded as a small yearning and regret, and even faint and not worth mentioning. Why do you think that such an illusion is enough to trap me, so that I can't find my true skills, and I will encounter danger?" Feng Lin frowned, really puzzled in his heart.

"There are two possibilities, the first... The true intentions of the real person who drank the sea may be just the opposite of what I had guessed before, he didn't want to stop me at all, and was even willing to fulfill me, as for what reason, I don't know for the time being. Second, it is not a single, simple illusion, but like a dream within a dream, with illusions superimposed on each other, it will be like a frog boiled in warm water, peeling off my defenses layer by layer, and finally making me addicted. Thinking of this, Feng Linwan directly turned out Kru.

"What do you think, how is it here?" Feng Linwan asked.

Klu's answer surprised Feng Lin: "I didn't see anything." ”

"What? Aren't you the master of dreams? This method of using illusion and creating illusions shouldn't it be like an axe in front of you?" Feng Lin was shocked.

"I'm the master of dreams, but I'm not drunk! Maybe it's all true for you!" "Kru has always been by Feng Linwan's side, and he also knows the same about 'Thousand Cups of Drunken World', and maybe he also has his feelings.

Feng Lin was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly... I remembered the real person who was sitting in front of the steps drinking before.

And the smell of wine.

"I look at the world with drunken eyes, and the world sees me as it should be... I see! I'm drunk, so the world looks fake, but I'm drunk... So it's real, not fiction. ”