A few appetizers were served. With a wave of the white-haired elder's hand, a pot of wine appeared on the table.
"Just one pot?" The skeletal man said, "I haven't even had a sip of water in so many years. It's rare that I can drink your wine, and you're only giving me one pot?"
The white-haired elder snorted and said, "You don't understand drinking. If you take out hundreds of pots of good wine at once, everyone will think that it's worthless. It's too much. Besides, one can only drink eight taels at most if they can drink a catty of it. "
"It's to make everyone think that it's too little. Then, everyone will have a sense of 'I have to drink more to avoid losing out'. Only then will the drinking be interesting!"
The white-haired elder explained with a look of disdain.
"Brilliant!"
Dugu Chou and the middle-aged man beside him gleamed.
The skeletal man chuckled as well. As he removed the mud seal, he asked, "How many pots of this wine do you have?"
The white-haired elder answered, "There's only one pot in this world!"
All three of them were dumbfounded.
Only one pot?
"Really?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise, "Why do I feel like there's not much truth in your words?"
The white-haired elder was unperturbed. "Believe it or not, it's up to you."
The mud seal was removed.
The aroma of the wine rose instantly, forming a hazy mist. Within the mist, there were mountains, rivers, and images of heaven and earth that lingered for a long time.
The white-haired elder was reserved, the corners of his lips tinged with pride.
Even Dugu Chou and the middle-aged man were mesmerized by such a fine wine. They praised, "Great wine! It's truly the best wine in the world! "
The skeleton-like man didn't say anything. The two of them watched as the mist in the air quickly dissipated. When they turned their heads, they saw that the skeleton-like man had already impatiently picked up the wine jar and poured himself a bowl full of wine.
Then, he held the wine pot in one hand while the other picked up the bowl swiftly. With a swoosh, he finished the wine and began to pour it into his own bowl.
"Slow down!" Dugu Chou said angrily, "How can you eat alone?"
The middle-aged man also shouted, "How much of such fine wine can there be in this world? You actually stole it!"
The skeletal man snorted. "What do you know? For a drunkard like me, this is the greatest respect to the one who brewed this wine! "
Dugu Chou and the middle-aged man scoffed at the same time, but it did make sense when they thought about it. Seeing that there was not much wine left, both of them began to fight for it.
"Mine!"
"My bowl!"
The skeleton refused to let go of the wine pot. Dugu Chou extended his arm and shot a wine arrow into his bowl. The middle-aged man opened his mouth and an orange-yellow wine arrow flew right into his mouth.
A jar of wine was almost gone with a whoosh.
The three of them burst into laughter.
"Awesome!"
They spoke in unison.
"Where's the wine?" The three of them put down their wine bowls and looked at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man stared speechlessly at the empty wine jar that was spinning on the table.
He took out a jar of wine and smelled it, and it was gone!
As the host who had treated them, he had not even had the chance to drink a drop!
"All of you aren't courteous at all …" The white-haired old man snorted and said in annoyance, "My wine is gone the moment I take it out … But how can my wine taste so good?"
Dugu Chou said with interest, "Oh? So you're saying that you're asking for our help, that's why you're treating us to wine? Can you understand it this way? "
The white-haired old man snorted and said, "Of course. Since you've drunk my wine, of course you have to do something for me! In this old man's entire life, I've never treated a guest with my wine for nothing! "
The old man's words were domineering.
In spite of this, Dugu Chou and the other two exchanged glances and guffawed at the same time. "Old man, let me tell you, you've found the right person to treat us today. In this world, there are too few things that we can't do ourselves."
The middle-aged man in green smiled and said, "However, a jar of wine won't be enough to get someone to do something."
The skeletal man came to a sudden realization and said, "That's right, that's right. My temper has always been that if I don't drink enough wine, I won't do anything!"
The white-haired old man was dumbfounded and said angrily, "You're an expert after all. How dare you threaten me like this! You are the giants of the Jianghu, where is your heroic spirit? "
He turned to look at Dugu Chou with a huff and said, "Luckily there's Old Brother Dugu. Old Brother Dugu has promised me just now. It doesn't matter whether the two of you do it or not."
Dugu Chou was dumbfounded. "When did I promise you?"
The white-haired old man was dumbfounded.
"I said that you've found the right person. There aren't many things in this world that we can't do, am I right?" Dugu Chou asked, "Is that what I meant? I only said that there aren't many things that I can't do. I didn't say whether I'm willing to do these things or not, did I? "
The white-haired old man coughed violently, his face and neck flushed. He was so angry that he could not even speak. Pointing at them, he bellowed, "You! You … How can you be so shameless? "
Dugu Chou rolled his eyes. With a flick of his hand, the empty jar of wine spun on the table as he murmured, "This wine … is delicious. It's just that it's a little too little. As little as the things that can't be done … "
The middle-aged man in green caressed the wine bowl and sighed softly. "A thousand cups are too little when drinking with a bosom friend … But if the wine isn't enough, then it's really … too much to say when we don't see eye to eye …"
The skeletal man knocked the wine bowl with the chopsticks in his hand and sang loudly, "Ding ding ding, dang dang dang, ding ding ding dang dang dang; good wine, the wine smells so good; I won't force you if you don't give it to me; no wine, no discussion, no help means no help! No discussion, no help! Dang dang … "
Dugu Chou and the middle-aged man in green laughed until tears streamed down their cheeks.
The white-haired old man was shaking with rage. He glared at them and asked, "Are you helping or not?"
"No!" The three of them had a tacit understanding.
"You've crossed the line!" The white-haired old man's beard twitched in anger.
All four of them were old, and it was obvious that they had never met each other before. Even after meeting each other, other than a simple 'guess', none of them had announced their names.
However, sitting together, laughing and bickering, it felt like they were old friends who had known each other for decades!
They were definitely not strangers whom they had just met.
"Not at all!" The three of them shook their heads in unison. "Guarding the God of Wine … Trying your best to extort more good wine out of him … That's really crossing the line!"
The white-haired old man's expression changed as he glared at the three of them. Suddenly, he threw his head back and guffawed, cursing, "F * cking hell!"
With a flick of his wrist, another jar of wine was placed on the table. He said angrily, "This is the only one left. There's no more!"
The three men's eyes shone. They had already snatched it over and opened it swiftly before pouring it into their respective cups, ignoring the white-haired old man's words.
The white-haired old man poured his own wine bowl as well, murmuring, "If I don't drink, I won't even be able to drink the wine I brewed myself …"
Dugu Chou rubbed his belly and sighed, "My addiction to wine has been triggered. I don't want to work anymore. What should I do?"
The middle-aged man in green looked distressed as well. "Me too …"
The skeletal man said, "From now on, I won't speak anymore. Everything they say represents me!"
The white-haired old man was speechless with rage. After a long while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. With a wave of his hand, wine filled the table, under the table, and in the tavern's hall. He bellowed, "Drink all of you to death!"
The three of them squealed in glee, "It's coming!"
"Sure enough, this old man has to be blackmailed. You won't get any wine if you beg him nicely."
"That's right, we have to blackmail him. The rumors are true."
"That's right!"
The white-haired old man was exasperated. "Who said that you can't beg nicely? Have you? "
The three of them were stunned. The air was silent before a roar of laughter ensued.
"Speak. What is it that made you come out of seclusion and seek us for help?" Dugu Chou asked.
The white-haired old man chuckled. "Actually, if I hadn't met you, I would've done it myself … But since I've met you, I can't be bothered to do it myself."
"Some time ago, a descendant of an old friend of mine came to me and told me that he was tricked. Someone disguised himself as me and used my name to become his ancestor … He even used my identity to wreak havoc in the Empire of Ziyou … I was rather angry about this, even though my friend's descendant told me repeatedly that this person wasn't a bad person and didn't tarnish my reputation …"
"Still, how can this old man's name be borrowed so easily?" The white-haired old man said angrily.
"I didn't expect such a thing to happen." Dugu Chou and the skeletal man exchanged a glance and guffawed.
The middle-aged man in green frowned, looking at Feng Xiange with a doubtful gaze.
This white-haired old man who was known as the God of Wine was, of course, the Phantom Physician God of Wine, the legend of a generation, Feng Xiange!
"Who is this person?" The skeletal man asked, guffawing.
"The pillar of Yutang, the only survivor of the Nine Supremes, Lord Supreme Cloud." Feng Xiange snorted.
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire inn suddenly fell silent.
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