Although the old things have passed, everything that happened that day is like a nightmare, and he often wakes up in his sleep, until he has been relieved for a long time before returning to peace again.

Later, he also tried to go to the vicinity of the black bamboo forest to find out, but every time he got close, his chest would beat violently, making him feel extremely strong and retreating, so he could only give up again and again. The shriveled ink sac at the beginning has now given birth to a lot of cracks, and it has been hidden in his arms.

Thinking of this, Qingxu couldn't help but take out the ink sac again and look through it carefully, but found that this ink sac has become more obsolete with the passage of time, but there is nothing worthy of his own attention, his face is gloomy, and he holds the ink sac tightly in his hand, not knowing what he is thinking.

"Big brother, big brother?"

A few calls one after another finally made Qingxu wake up from his thoughts, only to see Qingjing touching a wine jar and standing beside him.

"Big brother, what are you uncomfortable with?" Qingjing saw that Qingxu's expression was different, and he also touched the latter's forehead with concern and compared it with himself, and then caught a glimpse of what Qingxu seemed to be holding in his hand, and continued to ask: "Big brother, what you have in your hand... What is it?"

"Oh... I'm fine, it's just the old things that I just cleaned up the cabinet and turned it over..."Qingxu hesitated for a moment, and threw the ink sac to the door casually, only then did he notice the cleanliness in front of him again, and said helplessly: "Let you go and pour water! What are you doing with a wine jar? And... Where did you get this wine?"

Although there is no prohibition of alcohol in the Taiyi Pavilion, the disciples in the sect also abide by the rules, and only when they are outside the Taiyi Pavilion will they have a few drinks to their heart's content. Seeing Qingjing holding such a jar full of wine, Qingxu was naturally quite surprised.

"Hehe, big brother, the place where the water is drawn is too far, I'm really too lazy to take a few more steps today!" Qingjing smiled embarrassedly and said, "As for this wine... It was taken from my room, don't worry, big brother! There is absolutely no disciple who knows about this matter!"

"You, you!" Qingxu saw Qingjing's nodding appearance, and his heart couldn't get angry anymore, "Forget it, I'm really tired from rushing this time, I'll let you go this time! Let me see what kind of goods you have in this jar..."

"Hey, hey!" Qingjing saw Qingxu's brows stretched, and he also smiled, and poured a full cup for Qingxu, "Big brother, use it slowly!"

Qingxu shook his head and smiled, and in Qingjing's expectant gaze, he held the wine glass with his middle finger and hooked it to the tiger's mouth, and looked at the window.

Perhaps because of the filtration problem, there are a few black impurities suspended in the wine, but it does not affect the clarity of the wine itself. Although there is a slight mixture in the wine, if it were not for the weight on the hands and the wine stains on the side of the glass, it would be difficult to even tell with the naked eye that the glass was already filled with elixir!

Those little black impurities are like dark stars, suspended in the universe held by this finger, making people feel relaxed and happy just by looking at them.

Although Qingxu was surprised, it was not the beginning. From the moment Qingxu opened the jar, he felt that this wine was extraordinary!

He also drank the well-known March pears in the city, but the taste of the March pears was soft and sweet. But after drinking, there will be a sense of worry, and there will be countless feelings of nowhere to place, and I can't wait to immediately pull a pen and paper to talk for comfort. Therefore, some Yashi privately called it "Wenjiu" or "Wenshen Wine", which means that after drinking this wine, the pen is like a god!

Therefore, after the reputation of this wine was spread by Yashi, it caused a lot of March pear frenzy at that time! The first people were mainly some students in the school at that time, who secretly poured March pears into the pen before the exam, hoping to achieve good results in the exam.

It is a pity that they lack an estimate of their own drinking, and in the end they get drunk, not to mention for the time being, and some people even drink too much in order to get enough inspiration, and in the end they even play drunken madness, and turn the "god of literature" into a "martial god"! So much so that the later examination system became stricter, and once a drinker is found, he will be disqualified from the three-year examination! Of course, these are all small episodes, and they have nothing to do with the main story.

At this time, let's go back to the wine in the cup in Qingxu's hand, although the taste of this wine gives people an extremely spicy feeling, but after this spiciness, it is a refreshing and incomparably warm feeling, as if the whole body is shrouded in a heat wave!

Moreover, this wine is not as smooth as the March pear, and it looks like a real thing has fallen into the glass in the pouring room, which makes people feel extremely powerful!

Qingxu turned the wine glass in his hand, and finally drank it all, only to feel that the slightly impurity of the wine was like a cold blade, cutting his throat open, and slashing it down until it pierced into his internal organs!

But this cold is only short-lived after all, Qingxu only feels a heat in his throat, as if he has been cut by a cold blade in a cup, the hot blood finally gushes up, and the limbs are extremely warm, and the fighting spirit of two points of oil between his eyes is also ignited.

"Good! good wine! happy!" Qingxu has not been so resolute and decisive for a long time to express the feeling in his heart, at this time the glass of wine in his stomach and intestines, so that he seems to have found the blood of the year, his heart is very comfortable, just want to find someone to compare.

Qingxu didn't fully understand why those literati would call March pears "Wenjiu" at first, and it was not until this moment that he finally fully understood the deep meaning!

"Haha! March pears can make people worry, but this wine can make people passionate! If March pears are literary wine, it is not an exaggeration to say that this wine is martial wine! What's the name of this wine?"

Seeing Qingxu's flushed face and passionate and heroic appearance, Qingjing's smile was even stronger, and when he heard the former's question, Qingjing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said, "Big brother, this wine doesn't have a name yet." ”

"What is it called yet? This wine can't be made by you, right? Haha... I didn't expect Qingjing to have this kind of craftsmanship, which really impressed the eldest brother!" Qingxu didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet, although he rarely drank alcohol, but this long-lost heroism still made him can't help but be greedy for a glass more, and motioned for Qingjing to fill himself again.

"Haha... The eldest brother smiled, I have been cutting bamboo and grinding ink in the black bamboo forest, it is too boring, I can only find something to do..."Qingjing was praised by Qingxu like this, but I was also a little embarrassed.

"In the black bamboo forest, looking for something to do? What do you mean... This wine..."The Qingxu wine glass couldn't help but pause when it reached his mouth, and his complexion changed greatly.

"yes... Ordinary bamboos bloom every few years, or even decades, but this black bamboo is very strange, and it will bloom once a year around April... Because the ink developed by this black bamboo always has a fragrance, I saw that the flowers of this black bamboo are also black, so I wondered if it could also be used as a material for grinding ink..."Qingjing said with his fingers around his eyebrows.

"However, although the flowers and leaves of this black bamboo seem to be rich in color, the juice formed by the mill is transparent in color, and there is no ink color at all! This jar of ink is invalid, I can only seal it and throw it aside at will and ignore it, until the next year when the black bamboo blooms again, I remember this matter!"

"At that time, in order to vacate this jar, I wanted to pour out this waste ink, but when I opened it, I didn't expect that there was a faint smell of wine in it, and this inconspicuous waste ink actually turned into wine! Big brother, you just asked what the name of this wine is, in fact, I did have a few ideas over the years, but they were not mature, until the big brother just said that the March pear finally gave me a new idea!"

"Since the March pears of the capital are called Wenjiu, then the name of our Taiyi Pavilion martial arts wine is naturally not bad, the Wenjiu is made of March pear blossoms, and my martial arts wine is made of April bamboo flowers, since this is the case... Let's just call it 'April Bamboo'!Big brother, what do you think?" Qingjing slapped his face and exclaimed excitedly.

"You say this... Wine... It's made from the bamboo flowers of the black bamboo..."Qingxu's face became more and more ugly, and when he looked at the wine glass again, he saw several Taiyi Pavilion disciples with black fluff on his face and laughed, and his hands trembled, and he quickly knocked the cup on the table.

"Big brother, why are you so strange today?" Qingjing muttered, and then continued to ask, "What do you mean by this name?"

"March pear, April bamboo, not bad! Catchy!" A dense layer of sweat appeared on Qingxu's forehead, and he hurriedly answered Qingjing's question, and then asked nervously: "Qingjing, you see what's wrong with my face, why is it so itchy now?"

Qingjing Wenyan looked up at Qingxu's face, and his complexion also changed, and he said nervously: "Big brother... You... Your face, don't move..."Speaking of this, Qingjing walked in front of Qingxu, and reached out to wipe Qingxu's face.

Qingxu only felt a light on his face, and he no longer had that itchy feeling...

"Big brother... You're too weak, aren't you? Why do you have so many beads of sweat on your stomach after a glass of wine?"

"It's just... Beads of sweat?"

"What else could it be?"

"Then you just..."

"It's not a joke. Qingjing smiled, held the stall and poured a few sips, and hiccuped with satisfaction, and then suddenly felt that this was inappropriate, and hurriedly put the wine jar on the stool, "Big brother, you drink slowly first, I'll go find someone to get a few side dishes, let's have a few sips!"

"Stop!" Qingxu heard a few sips and suddenly felt a surge in his chest, and hurriedly pulled Qingjing, seeing the former's puzzled face, Qingjing felt that his tone was a little strong at this time, and hurriedly continued: "That... I can eat rice, but I suddenly remembered that I had something important to do for a while... I'm not going to drink it. After saying that, Qingjing pushed the cup forward, as if facing a great enemy.

"Big brother, you don't have to save for me! I've saved a lot of good goods over the years! And seeing that April is coming, when the time comes, I can still go in and punish Lin to pick some black bamboo flowers and make a new batch of wine! Even if we join the Hero League and the situation is not good, we can still sell wine to make a living! Big brother, you wait first, and I'll come back!" Qingjing said with a smile.

"Wine... Take the wine jar away!" Qingxu saw Qingjing pull his legs and left, and hurriedly shouted, but the latter had already strode out of the door, so he could only sit farther away.

At this time, Qingjing just walked out of the door, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace, he glanced at the ink sac on the ground from the crack in the door, but his fist was squeaked, and his body disappeared without a trace...