"Inn, the cloud jellyfish has been retrieved, when will the new wine be brewed!"

"Slave, don't worry, this inn is still waiting for a main ingredient!"

"What ingredients?"

"Slave, it's grapes!"

"Inn, you want to make wine?" Wang Yuan said in surprise.

"Right slave, after the study of this inn grapes are the most suitable fruit for winemaking, there is no one. ”

"Wouldn't it be like waiting until autumn to make wine? We'll have to wait a long time!"

"Hey, hey. Slaves don't last that long. Probably the day after tomorrow, the wine of the inn will be able to be made. After brewing, you need to wake up for about half a month before you can drink it. ”

"Oh, where do you get fresh grapes this season?"

"Slave, just mind your own business, this inn hates people to question me the most. After the inn finished speaking, he ignored Wang Yuan.

"It's actually wine, I'm really looking forward to it!" Wang Yuan muttered to himself. "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. ”

"Boss, are you chanting poetry?" Murong Qiu asked with his head poked out from behind Wang Yuan and his eyes lit up. "I didn't expect you to understand poetry, boss!"

"What, is poetry difficult?" asked Wang Yuan. I think that my brother also went through nine years of compulsory education and could memorize 300 Tang poems.

"It's not difficult, it's just that the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty used martial arts to govern the country, and he once said that poetry and poetry are just small paths, and only practicing martial arts is the right way. Only those who break through the innate can break the shackles of life. Therefore, since the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty for more than 300 years, the people have been martial arts and the people have been fierce, and the way of poetry has long been forgotten. ”

"Girl, you know a lot. Who taught you?"

"Of course it's Mr. Teaching!Boss, you're so stupid!Haha!" Murong Qiu laughed.

"Okay, girl, you've won! It's actually Mr. TMD Teacher!"

"Shopkeeper, quickly take out your good wine here! I'm dying of thirst!" Wang Yuan looked up, and saw three people coming into the inn, and it was a fat monk who was walking in front of him. He was followed by a Taoist priest and a masked woman.

"Please sit down, what do you need to order? The menu is all on the wall, you can tell me. Murong Qiu won and said.

"Amitabha, the Sprinkler family is thirsty. Take out the good wine you have here, and let the Sprinklers moisten their throats. The great monk waved his hand and said.

"As long as wine? A pot of knives is burned in the desert, 100 taels of silver. After Murong Qiu finished speaking, he reached out and asked for money. The great monk pursed his lips and leaked a smile, which really didn't dare to compliment. "What the third sister, the money is all in you! ”

"Hey, if the eldest brother continues to spend these entanglements like this, he will be able to live for another three or five days. The masked woman complained.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, what the third sister said is true. We monks just have a lot of tea and light food!" the Taoist priest also said on the side.

"Amitabha, second brother! Big brother has this hobby, if you don't let me drink, it's better to kill with a knife. The Taoist priest glanced at the masked woman, and the two made eye contact, and the Taoist priest nodded his head. The masked woman sighed lightly, took out a silver ticket from her waist and handed it to Murong Qiu. Murong Qiu came over and saw that it was a silver ticket of two hundred taels. "Do you want anything else?"

"Immeasurable Tianzun, just have a pot of tea and a few steamed buns!"

"Okay. I'll serve you some tea, and I'll find the rest of the money for you. After Murong Qiu finished speaking, he took the silver ticket and handed it to Wang Yuan.

"Girl, go make tea. I'll go get wine and steamed buns. Wang Yuan said and went to the kitchen.

"Guest, your tea, this is the money you are looking for. 100 taels of knives in the desert, 15 taels of steamed buns, and 20 taels of tea, a total of 135 taels. You give me 200 taels, and I give you 65 taels. Murong Qiu put the tea and broken silver on the table. Then she brought three more teacups and laid them out in front of them.

Wang Yuan came over with steamed buns and desert burning knives at this time. "Several wine and steamed buns have been served, please use them slowly. With that, he left the table and headed for the counter.

"Wait, Amitabha, there are three of us in charge, why do we only have one wine glass?" the great monk shouted.

"Our restaurant stipulates that the desert burning knife is limited to one pot per meal, which can only be drunk by oneself, not taken away, and not shared with the same table. Wang Yuan looked back and explained.

"Amitabha. The great monk folded his hands and sang a Buddha name, "In this case, this wine can only be drunk by the family! For my brother, I will give you a drink. The great monk said and raised his glass.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, the poor road has replaced wine with tea. The Taoist priest also raised his teacup.

"The younger sister also respects the two brothers. The masked woman also brought her tea. The great monk laughed and took a sip of the wine in his glass. The Taoist priest and the masked woman both took a sip of tea. The wine was in their stomachs, and the eyes of the three of them lit up.

"Good wine!"

"Good tea!"

"Good tea!" the three said in unison.

"I didn't expect that my Mobei Ye monk could drink such delicious wine, even if he died immediately, it would be worth it. "But it turns out that the three of them are going to do a big thing, and the future is dangerous and unpredictable!

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, why did the eldest brother die. This time, the two of us will accompany my eldest brother here to have a good drink. ”

What the second brother said is extremely true. Let's eat quickly, and we'll have to hurry when we're done. The masked woman, as she spoke, picked up a steamed bun and broke it in half, then pulled a small piece with her hand and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm. The steamed buns are also delicious. Big brother, don't just drink, eat a steamed bun. Five steamed buns and a pot of tea were eaten by them after a while.

"Shopkeeper, can you take this steamed bun away?"

"Yes!"

"That's good. The shopkeeper brought me another 10 to pack and take away. Wang Yuan asked the little girl to pack 10 steamed buns for them, and the three of them left quickly with the steamed buns. That posture is afraid that others will rob it. Martial arts people like them come a lot every day. Not even a day later, Wang Yuan forgot about the strange combination of these three people. It would be a month before they met again, and by that time the three of them had already become famous all over the world.

After a few days of exploration, coupled with daily practice, Wang Yuan really figured out a knife technique. He named this trick a knife spirit. The knife moves at will, and the knife is overflowing, and there are flashes of knife light in all directions. It's like the moment a flower blooms, the petals open in all directions. This trick was released in the crowd, and it was definitely extremely lethal. Of course, because he had just created this move, Wang Yuan was not proficient in it, and the sword light had just been dispersed in all directions, and he couldn't take care of all directions at all. But he firmly believes that as long as he is given time, he will definitely be able to perfect the sword qi to the extreme.

On the third day, early in the morning, Wang Yuan couldn't wait to go downstairs to the backyard to practice knives. After a night's rest, he had a new understanding of the sword qi.

"Ding~ slave, this inn officially informs you that the new wine is finally brewed!"

"The inn is ready, bring it to me!"

"Slave, the finished product has been placed in the kitchen. But because it's sealed, you can't see it until 15 days later!"

"I have 15 days to wait. Forget it, it's worth waiting a few more days for a good wine. After Wang Yuan finished speaking, he stroked the dragon slaying knife and started a new round of practice.