In the southernmost area of the palace, there are independent small courtyards, which are the stables.

At nightfall, a dark shadow flashed and entered one of the small courtyards.

"Bang bang!" there was a slight knock on the door.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Huang Wudao slowly opened his eyes, a trace of helplessness welled up on his face, and he got up and got out of bed.

There was a creak, and the door opened.

Outside the door, an old man in a brocade robe stood at the door, holding a wide-mouthed clay pot in his arms, looking at the wilderness with a smile.

If you want to say that this old man, just looking at the way he dresses, he should also be a person with status, but the long hair like a chicken shaving, coupled with the unkempt gray beard on his chest, seems to be asking for food.

"Knock on what knock! I don't sleep in the middle of the night, I want to die suddenly!"

"Didn't the old man get another jar of good wine, and specially brought it to your boy to taste!" the old man didn't care about his tone, and squeezed into the room with a smile.

"You old drunkard, you can't come during the day! you have to come in the middle of the night......" The door closed with a bang, and his head was full of black lines.

Since that night, he robbed the old man of a pot of wine, and gave a makeshift evaluation.

The old man came over with a pot of wine after a few days, and tasted it with him, probably to convince him.

It's a pity that every time there is no way, he will come to a 'general' evaluation with a disgusted face.

The old man was naturally not convinced, and the two started a debate about good wine and bad wine, and the result can be imagined, the old man was speechless when he was refuted.

But as the saying goes, "if you don't fight, you don't know each other", after going back and forth, the old man instead introduced the absurdity as a confidant, and insisted on pulling him to become a New Year's friend.

Of course, this is the old man's wishful thinking, and he is not so thick-skinned as to call a guy from his grandfather's generation a brother.

But after this time, the old man would come over with wine every once in a while, and pull the barren way to drink together, so he couldn't afford to hurt it!

It's not that he doesn't like to drink, if anything, Aramudo himself is a good player.

This is thanks to his dead master, who dragged him to drink heavily when he was seven or eight years old.

However, what the master and apprentice drank was spiritual wine, which contained the aura of heaven and earth, and was not comparable to ordinary wine.

To say that the wine that the old man brings every time, if it is placed in this era, it can be regarded as the best wine, but it is limited to the process, and it will eventually be flawed.

Not only is the alcohol content too low, but also there are always slight impurities, not to mention compared with Lingjiu, even ordinary wines such as Wuliangye and Moutai in the previous life can't be compared.

This time, the old man brought the best wine in Yunlan Country, Yuhua Brew, which is exclusively for the Six Royal Clans and the Nine Kingdoms Office! Ordinary people can't buy it for more money!" The old man put the clay pot in his hand on the bed board and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Come, taste the wine......" he beckoned to the desolate road.

"Since you can't buy it with money, you old drunkard can't get it from there, right?"

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about? Is the old man the one who waits for the night?" the old man heard this, and immediately blew his beard and glared, and said unfairly.

"Hehe! That's right! The drunkard's thing can be called stealing, it should be taken~~" Aki Wudao dragged his tone and sat down cross-legged opposite the old man.

"You!" said the old man, "forget it! don't talk so fast with you stinky boy!

He took out two jade cups from his bosom, set them on the bed, and filled them one by one.

"OK! Then I'll try it reluctantly!" Huang Wudao gently picked up the jade cup and glanced at it, "This looks good!"

In the eye, the clear liquor swayed slightly in the jade cup, reflecting the luster of the purple and cyan jade wine cup.

Due to the brewing process, the sake is not completely transparent, with a slight cloudy color, but it is more transparent than ordinary sake, with a hidden amber shape.

Put it on the tip of the nose and smell it lightly, exuding a fragrance that seems to be absent, Huang Hongtian raised his head and sent it, the entrance was soft and mellow, the wine was in the mouth, and then slid down the throat, with an endless aftertaste.

"It tastes like a little bit of Fenjiu...... he smacked his lips and muttered.

"This wine fruit is extraordinary!" the old man took a sip slightly, and said with an intoxicated face, "Harvested from the lotus leaves and rain dew after the first spring rain, with the best yellow millet grains, accompanied by peach and plum seeds, brewed ......"

"What's even more rare is that it uses the century-old koji handed down from Yunlan Guosheng Distillery, as well as the secret wine-making skills...... There are only a dozen pottery urns every year, and they will be taken out after being sealed for five years......"

The old man explained carefully, like a number of treasures.

"The trick of hoarding goods!" said Huang Wudao disapprovingly, "I don't believe that the mountain spring can't make wine of the same quality, so I have to have some lotus rain and dew, and the first spring rain...... It's not too much trouble!"

As he spoke, he simply put down the jade cup in his hand, picked up the clay pot, and drank directly.

"Hey, stinky boy, leave me some ......" The old man was anxious, drank the wine in the toast in one gulp, and hurriedly reached out to grab the ......

"You stinky boy!" Looking at the empty clay pot in front of him, the old man couldn't help but laugh, "The old man kindly came with such good wine, but you didn't see it at all!"

"No matter how good the wine is, it is also for drinking...... Besides, this wine is not bad!" After drinking a good drink, the absurd people picked and choose.

"You kid!" the old man blew his beard and glared, and said, "Since this kind of wine is not in your eyes, then it is for the old man to find the kind of immortal brew in your mouth!

"Naturally, there are no ready-made ones, but if you get me some necessary materials, I can brew them for you!"

Spirit wine or something, in terms of the current conditions of the absurdity, it is still not to be thought about, and the spirit grass needed is basically unsolvable.

However, distilled spirits can still be tried, and there is no need to brew in large quantities anyway, and small quantities are still possible, so there is no need to consider the cost.

"Really?" the old man suddenly became interested and asked, "What do you need?" the old man can't guarantee that he will be able to get it for you!"

"It's not an unusual thing! make a few straight and tough green bamboos with thick arms, and also get a copper mustache, but you have to cast a tight lid and make a hole in it by the way......," Aramuchi casually listed a few things.

"By the way, the most important thing is to get some tallow, beef tendon, and ...... millet

Yuan millet is glutinous rice, animal fat and tendon with glutinous rice boiling, you can get a very viscous gum, distillation required sealing can be solved.

"So easy?" the old man was a little incredulous, he had thought that he would need something curious, but it was nothing more than that?

"Then what do you think?" said Aramuchi, "The core of my brewing method is craftsmanship, not materials!"

"Haha!" the old man chuckled, "You kid knows a lot, and some unknown words often pop out of your mouth, I really don't know where you came from......"

"Didn't I say that I came from the heavens and the heavens, but I am an immortal who has been reduced to mortal earth!" said the desolate Wudao with a big grin.

"You......" the old man shook his head, "it's getting late!

Without waiting for a response, he had already gotten up and walked towards the door.

"Don't send it!" Huang Wudao waved his hand at the old man's back, and said, "You have nothing to drink less, you are so old, and you have too many hidden diseases in your body, if you drink too much, you will die quickly!"

Although the old man looked healthy and vigorous on the surface, judging from the situation detected by the Desolate Dao Divine Sense, the old man must have overdrawn too much qi and blood when he was young, which caused a hidden disease in his body, and now that he is older, he has begun to slowly erupt.

"Your kid's eyes are vicious!"

When the old man walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and said, "By the way, I have been with you for some time, and the old man has not asked your name or surname! Can you tell me a little bit about it?"

"My name is Wilderness!" he replied casually.

"Aren't you called **?" the old man had an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Huh?" "Akira was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes, "You old guy can't have heard it from the little county lord, right?"

"Haha!" the old man smiled heartily, avoided talking about it, and said, "Don't you want to know who the old man's name is?"

"Not interested!"

The straightforward answer made the old man stunned.

"You lazy boy!" the old man shook his head, and then said with a straight face, "The old man is Yan Zaitian......"

After the words fell, he took a deep look at the absurdity, and then turned his head and left.

"Uh...... It's a bit of a hanging!" Aramadi muttered, "But is this name famous?"

"Hey, don't litter, take your clay pot with you!"