Section 12: The fragrance of bamboo and wine

Section 12: The fragrance of bamboo and wine

"All the problems now come down to the legacy of the winewalker. If I can find it, all my difficulties will be solved. If not, these problems will greatly slow down the speed of my practice. It would make me far away from my peers at the beginning of my practice. It's hard to understand why I've been trying to attract wine bugs for over a week, and why hasn't it worked?"

Fang Yuan frowned and thought hard. I don't know what the food tastes like when I eat it.

Just then a noise came and interrupted his thoughts.

Fang Yuan looked at the central table, six hunters around the table, have been drinking wine fumes, the atmosphere is as hot as fire, each blush neck thick.

"Brother Zhang, come, have another drink!"

Section 12: Green bamboo wine aroma, prank master Wei "Peak brother, brothers admire your ability, a person to get a black boar, really a hero!" You must drink this wine, if you do not drink it, you will dishonor your brothers."

"Thanks for your love, but I can't drink any more."

"Brother Feng can't drink, is it because he hates this wine?" Little two, you come here, give me some good wine!"

The noise grew louder, and it was clear that several hunters had drunk too much.

The waiter quickly walked over: "Several big brothers, good wine is available, but it can be a little expensive."

"Why, afraid you won't give money?" " When the hunters heard this, several of them stood up and stared at the bartender. They are not five or three thick, burly, or black and thin, stout, lean and fierce, with the unique fierce gas of the mountain people.

The little two hurriedly greeted each other and complained: "How dare the little one look down on you heroes, but this wine is really a little expensive, a jar can be worth two yuan stone!"

The hunters were stunned.

Two yuan stone, that is not cheap, is an ordinary family living expenses of two months. Although hunters hunt, they earn more than ordinary people, and sometimes a black boar is worth half a dollar stone. But this hunting is also the twelfth section: green bamboo wine fragrance, the master is risky, and sometimes you may become the prey.

To drink a jar of wine, it cost two dollars of stone, which was not worth it to the Hunter.

"Is there really such expensive wine?"

"Boy, you're not fooling us, are you?"

The hunters were Shouting, but their voices were a little hollow, a little embarrassed.

Children dare not even cry.

The hunter called Brother Feng, seeing that the scene was wrong, quickly defended: "Brothers, don't spend any more money." I can't drink it today. I'll drink it another day."

"What did my brother say?"

"That's not..."

The rest of the hunters cried, but their voices were getting weaker and weaker, and they all returned to their seats.

Small two is also a shrewd person, look at this situation, also know that the sale is not done.

But he had seen it all before. Was about to retreat, suddenly a table in the corner, came the voice of young people: "Oh, it is really funny, one blind whoosh what, can not afford to buy wine, just shut up and shrink to one side!"

When the hunters heard this, one of them was immediately stimulated and shouted: "Whoever says we can't afford it, son, bring the wine to the altar, and I will give you the Yuan stone, only two!"

"Oh, wait a moment, I'm coming!" Small two did not expect the sharp turn, immediately interface, turned and went down to hold a jar of wine.

This wine jar is only half the size of the ordinary wine jar, but when the seal is cracked, a clear and mellow aroma of wine wafts out and permeates the whole dining room.

The old man sitting by the window drinking alone, because of the aroma of the wine, could not help turning his head and casting his eyes on the altar of wine.

It is good wine.

"A few guest officials, not small brag ah. This is the best bamboo wine, the whole cottage on our inn alone. Smell the wine!" The shopkeeper took a deep breath as he spoke, his face full of enjoyment and satisfaction.

Fang Yuan heart move, the shop said is not bragging.

Guyue cottage ** There are three restaurants, selling ordinary rice wine, liquor, the type is much the same. Fang Yuan in order to attract the wine bug appeared, bought seven days of wine, naturally clear which market.

Several hunters looked at the wine altar in front of them, all hooked on alcohol, one by one twitching their noses, rolling Adam's apples.

And the hunter who bought the wine on a whim, the expression on his face was more wonderful, more than a touch of chagrin.

This bottle of wine is worth two yuan stone!

"I bought this wine on impulse. This shop is not authentic, immediately served wine, and now the seal is open, even if you want to return it can not."

The more he thought about it, the more distressed he was, and he wanted to withdraw, but he did not take this face seriously.

Finally had to pat the table, strong smile: "Fuck, this wine is good!" Brothers, open to drink, today's wine, brother I buy!"

Just then, the young people at the table in the corner laughed again, "How can this small jar of wine be enough for six people?" Have the guts to buy a few more jars."

The blue veins of the Hunter were furious at this, and he sprang to his feet, with a burst of anger, and stared round at the young man who spoke: "Little son, you talk a lot. Come on, stand up and practice with your brother!"

"Oh? Then I stand up." Hearing this, the young man really rose up and walked out of the corner shadow with a smile.

He was tall, thin, pale, and clean-cut in a dark blue military uniform.

He wore a royal blue headband and a short jacket that exposed his thin shoulders. The lower body is wearing long pants, the feet are bamboo straw shoes, and the lower legs are tied.

Most importantly, he wore a green cloth belt around his waist. In the middle of the belt is a shiny piece of copper engraved with the word "one" in black.

"A trick master? " The vociferous Hunter clearly understood the meaning of this costume, and he gasped, and the anger on his face faded into fear.

He had no idea that he had provoked a prankster!

"Didn't you want me to practice? Come on, do it." The young prankster paced along with a playful smile on his face.

But the newly defiant hunter, like a sculpture, stood still.

"Or you can do it together." The young master walked slowly to the Hunter's table and spoke very casually.

The faces of the hunters all changed, and some who had been flushed with the drink suddenly turned white. Each forehead dripping cold sweat, fidgeting, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

The young tricked master reached out a hand, lifted the wine jar of green bamboo wine, smelled it under his nose, and laughed: "It's really sweet..."

"If you like it, take it and drink it. Consider it a minor offence and make amends to the grown-ups." The defiant hunter quickly bowed his arms and said with a smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, the young poison master suddenly changed color, snapped, and dropped the wine altar to the ground.

The master's face is like ice, his eyes are like swords, and he growls in a low voice: "Just because you are qualified to make amends to me? You hunters are so rich, even richer than me, that you spend two dollars a stone on wine? ! Do you know, I am sad for Yuan stone! How dare you flaunt your wealth in front of me at this time! Even you mortals? "

"Don't dare, don't dare!

"We should die for charging adults!"

"The little ones do not mean to offend, ah, this is the small ones on the body of the Yuan stone, please prank big people laugh."

The hunters all stood up and took out the stone from their arms. But these mortals, who have any money, take out all the bits and pieces of Yuan stone, the largest is more than a quarter.

The young tricked master did not take over these Yuan stone, just kept sneering, with hawk-like eyes, scanning the whole dining room.

All the hunters he glanced at bowed their heads. The old man watching at the table in front of the window also quickly turned his head to avoid the eyes of the tricked master.

Only Fang Yuan quietly watching, no scruples.

This young trick master a dress, only formal trick master can wear, even if Fang Yuan is not qualified. Only after Fang Yuan graduated from the school can he receive it from his family.

The word "one" on the copper sheet of the young master's belt indicates his identity as a master.

But he is already in his twenties, and the real atmosphere emanating from him should be a turn to higher order.

At the age of fifteen, he began to practice, and in his twenties, he still only turned to a higher level, which shows that the young people's qualifications are only D, such as the source is even worse. Most likely, he was a logistics prankster, not even a combat prankster.

But even so, it's still more than enough for six strong hunters.

That's the difference in power between a prankster and a mortal.

"With power, you can be on top, that's the nature of the world." No, it's the same in any world. Big fish eat little fish eat little fish. The world is just a little more naked." Fang Yuan heart secretly feeling.

"Well, Jiang Ya, just teach me a lesson, don't embarrass these mortals, you don't feel embarrassed, I also feel embarrassed." Another young man sitting in the corner spoke.

As they heard her speak, they realized that the young man was a woman.

Jiang Ya, a young poison master, was said to be boring by his female companion, stopped laughing coldly, and did not look at the scattered Yuan stone offered by the hunters. The sum of these stones is not enough for two, and of course he is not interested.

He brushed his sleeve, walked to the original seat, and while moving his feet, he put down his harsh words: "If you have a kind of continue to drink, drink green bamboo wine." I will see who dares to drink this wine."

The hunters hung their heads down, reprimanded like six good grandchildren.

The rich aroma of wine permeated the whole dining room, and the hunter who bought the wine smelled the aroma of wine, and the muscles of his face twitched with pain.

This wine he spent two yuan stone, but did not drink a mouthful!

Fang Yuan stopped his chopsticks. He was full. Smelling the wine, his eyes flashed a few times, suddenly took out two yuan stones, placed them on the table, and calmly said: "Little two, give me the altar of green bamboo wine."

The whole audience was stunned.

The young master Jiang Ya suddenly stopped walking, the corners of his mouth a draw, silk breath. As soon as he put down his harsh words, Fang Yuan asked for this altar of wine, which was not specially dismantled his platform and hit his face?

He turned, narrowed his eyes, and shot a bleak look at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan calmly and he looked at each other, a face indifferent, without fear.

Jiang tooth eyes flash, bleak and cold gas gradually faded, he felt the real yuan breath on the Fangyuan body.

He knew the identity of Fang Yuan, suddenly laughed, the spring breeze like warm: "Originally is a student."

Others suddenly, suddenly look to Fang Yuan's eyes have changed.

No wonder the young man is not afraid of a prankster. He is also a prankster. It's still in school, but it's fundamentally different.

"Fool, here's your wine!" The little twat came swooping in with a smarmy smile on his face.

Fang Yuan to the young master Jiang teeth nodded, carrying the altar of wine, out of the inn.

Daaaaaa!