It seems that there are not many violent incidents of this kind in this place, and there are still onlookers and cheers from time to time. happily pointed and pointed, and almost didn't move the jumping bench, and came over with a bag of melon seeds to watch the excitement......

Wen Fei watched exciting and thrilling, in modern society, where have I ever seen such a scene? When I was a child, I saw people fighting in groups, and the blood was all over the ground with a watermelon knife, which was already strongly restrictive.

originally thought that those scenes on movies and television were fought and killed at every turn, which was already commonplace. But now that I saw such a real slashing with a knife, the smell of blood in the air was almost devastating......

His grandmother's, bad luck. Wen Fei spat out a mouthful of phlegm, seeing that he was about to make a fortune, but was ruined by this accidental fight. In this way, no matter which side wins, Wen Fei does not have the courage to go to the winner to ask for money.

Speaking of which, Wen Fei is really a dead man who wants money. His truckload of goods is worth a few hundred dollars at most. In exchange for such a large bag of gold sand, it is four or five times that of the last time, and it can be sold for at least two or three hundred thousand. I am not satisfied with such a profit of hundreds of times, and I want to find someone to collect money......

"This Dao Chief, please ......" Wen Fei was vomiting behind his back, but someone greeted him, and after a closer look, it turned out to be the old man. Wen Fei hid far away behind a dilapidated house of Chen Nimaru's family to watch the excitement, and the old man didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he also hid.

"Dare to ask the name of the Taoist ......temple?"

The business came, and Wen Fei ran the business for a few days, although it was the worst business performance in the whole company. But such a casual conversation speaks volumes.

Wen Fei snorted and said, "Look at my memory, I forgot to introduce myself." Poor Dao Wenfei, dare to ask this old man's surname?"

The old man smiled: "Where can the old man be called a high surname, and a cheap name is not enough to worry about." You just call me Zhang Sanweng!"

The two were polite for a long time, and it is a compulsory lesson in society to say that such greetings are necessary. But this ancient greeting is particularly troublesome, and it just doesn't get to the point. Wen Fei knew too little about this era, and he didn't dare to say more.

On the contrary, the old man took a high look, and the Taoist priest looked like an old man. I couldn't find out the details of him, so I turned the conversation to business.

"Dare to ask Daoist Wen Fei, what is the name of your wine?"

Wen Fei opened his mouth to burn the knife, but after thinking about it, this name was too uncultured. No, I have to come up with a good name, opened my mouth, but said, "So that Sanweng will know that my wine is called a clear stream and a flowing spring!"

"Good name, good name. This liquor is as clear as jade snow, like spring water. It's called this name, and it really lives up to its name! Only the moral masters in the Taoist Temple can brew such immortal brew. Zhang Sanweng praised again and again, but said, "I don't know if the Taoist still has this wine?"

Wen Fei was overjoyed, but he didn't show any expression on his face: "I can't hide it, there are still some of this wine in my family's Taoist temple." But Sanweng, you also know, after all, this wine is a bit of a violation of the king's law, and our Taoist temple is too dilapidated, so there is no way to raise some money to renovate the Taoist temple. That's why this is the decision......"

"Renovating the Taoist temple is a great thing. Dare to ask the gods who are enshrined in the long view? The old man also donated some money and food to worship the gods!"

Wen Fei spoke in the vernacular, but he didn't know that the Northern Song Dynasty had recognized the Jade Emperor as his ancestor since the Zhenzong Dynasty. It respects Taoism very much, and the atmosphere is as far as it can reach, not only the officials and nobles, but also the small people who are promoted to Taoism. Therefore, as soon as he heard that he was going to cultivate Taoism, the old man immediately became enthusiastic.

"This view is dedicated to the Emperor Zhenwu!" Wen Fei said nonsense.

"Emperor Zhenwu!" Zhang Sanweng felt a pang in his heart: "But the Patriarch of Hair is the true monarch of Lingying." ”

Wenfei Waterfall is about to come down, so many names, who knows if it's not. Fortunately, Wen Fei read a lot of folklore and other things when he was a child, and he still remembered that there were legends and stories of Emperor Zhenwu in Jiangcheng Wuhan, among which he had the name of the patriarch. The reason is that in the folklore, the Zhenwu Emperor slashed demons and eliminated demons, and fought with a sword and wore his hair, so he also had the titles of sword ancestor and hair patriarch.

"Yes!" Wen Fei replied quickly.

"Fortunately, it is an old decay, if it is someone else, but you may not have heard of the name of this god!" Zhang Sanweng said with a stern face: "The old decay is a person from Ezhou!"

In the Northern Song Dynasty, Wuchang was called Ezhou. It's a coincidence. After the two talked, Wen Feifang knew that the belief of Emperor Zhenwu at this time had not yet been popularized, and there was no lofty status in later generations.

Tianxi was only edicted as "Zhenwu Ling should be the true monarch" during the Tianxi period, Tianxi is the year after the Song Zhenzong, and it is only a hundred years ago. It was not until after the Ming Dynasty, with the great prosperity of Wudang Mountain, that Emperor Zhenwu had the status of being in the sky.

Today's Zhenwu Emperor has more beliefs in the army, claiming to dominate the affairs of the human army, and has the godhead of the god of war. In the Great Song Army, especially in the Western Army, it is the most believed!

"It turns out that after doing this for a long time, it can't be called the True Martial Emperor now. At most, I can only call it a true monarch......"

Wen Fei was still thinking about it, and the old man asked: "Where is the Taoist Taoist Temple, since it is dedicated to Lingying Zhenjun." The old decay should be prayed!"

Wen Fei complained in his heart, where did I change a Taoist temple. I had to say: "My Taoist temple is far away, and the three Weng are weak and want to worship God, so it's better to go another day!"

finally dispelled Zhang Sanweng's thoughts for the time being, and brought the topic back to business, Wen Fei was relieved.

"It's okay to have this wine, but I always feel like it's almost something. The taste is a little more violent, and it must have just been brewed, and if it is aged for a few years and then taken out, it will be excellent!" the old man sighed.

Wen Fei stretched out a thumb in his stomach, this Zhang Sanweng really has some Taoism and has seen people. It's just the first time I taste the blended wine, and I say the biggest problem with these wines.

Xiaoyu also told Wen Fei that the wine blended with this kind of alcohol no matter how many spices are added. None of them have that kind of real old wine, unique taste. Moreover, the good wine made from pure grains will not be used after drinking too much. And if you drink too much alcohol, when the strength of the alcohol dissipates, you will feel a splitting headache. However, this kind of low-grade wine can not be said to fool the old farmers, it is a famous wine that many people buy for hundreds of thousands, maybe it is also average.

It seems that this kind of low-grade wine can't fool the old man, although some so-called famous wines are also blended. But the materials used by people are different, and they are not comparable to Wenfei, which costs only one or two yuan.