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"Sir, your barbecue skills are truly extraordinary. It is even better than the barbecue at the Drunken Cloud Restaurant." Mister Yun, who was around forty years old and had a kind and steady face, looked at Chu Mu with a smile and nodded his head in praise.
"Indeed, sir's barbecue is very fragrant and delicious." A beautiful young swordswoman in her twenties also praised.
"The meat is well barbecued, but as a swordsman, you should focus on cultivation. Do you really want to be a chef in a restaurant with this kind of skill?" A young swordsman in his twenties said indifferently. He scolded with a tone of superiority, as if Chu Mu was his junior.
"Mister Yun is right. The taste of this barbecue is indeed better than the barbecue at the Drunken Cloud Restaurant." A middle-aged swordsman in his thirties took a bite and nodded his head.
These people were attracted by the aroma of the barbecue when Chu Mu was barbecuing.
There were five people in total. There were two groups of people. One group had one person and the other had four people. They came from different directions.
Chu Mu was not someone who was unapproachable. Plus, there was a lot of barbecued meat. He could not finish it all himself, so he shared some with the others. He could also get some information from these people.
The person called Mister Yun was a middle-aged swordsman in his forties. He looked very kind, mature, and steady, like an uncle next door. He was the kind of person that people would have a good impression of. If it was someone with little experience, they would immediately think that he was a trustworthy person. Even if it was someone with a lot of experience, they would not have any enmity towards him unless there was a conflict of interest.
In Chu Mu's eyes, the sword qi that Mister Yun was emitting showed that his sword qi cultivation was at the Qi Transformation Realm. To have such a cultivation at such a young age, it could only be said that Mister Yun's cultivation talent was very ordinary.
Of the other four swordsman, the oldest was a man in his thirties. The other three were in their twenties. There were two men and one woman. The male swordsman in his thirties was also at the Qi Hai Realm, while the other three swordsmen in their twenties were at the Qi Transforming Dacheng's Sword Qi level.
When Chu Mu heard the name 'Mister Yun', he knew who the other party was.
When Han Ye mentioned the famous people in Demon Shaker City, other than Savage Sword, Savage Sword, Blood Sword, Demon Sword, and so on, he also mentioned Mister Yun.
It was rumored that Mister Yun was a nice guy, and his reputation in Demon Shaker City and Demon Chaos Plains was extremely good. Mister Yun would never take the initiative to oppose others. If someone needed help, regardless of their cultivation or background, once Mister Yun knew, he would definitely do his best to help. Even if he couldn't do it himself, he would still run around everywhere. Moreover, Mister Yun was good at resolving conflicts. Although he did not participate in the conflicts between different factions, he had used his face and ability to resolve several life and death conflicts between small factions, allowing them to reconcile and leave behind a good reputation.
In a place like Demon Shaker City and Demon Chaos Plains, there were actually people who were willing to sacrifice their own interests and owe others a favor to help others. It was laughable, but it really existed.
In the beginning, there were people who laughed at Mister Yun, but as time passed, the number of people who had received help from Mister Yun increased. Under the influence of the crowd, those who laughed at Mister Yun were all attacked. As time passed, even if there were people who did not agree with Mister Yun's actions, they would not say anything.
But no matter what, even Han Ye admired Mister Yun a lot, and thought that he was a person worthy of respect.
After Chu Mu found out that the other party was Mister Yun, he also carefully observed him as they chatted. Combined with the way he spoke and some of his actions, he found that this person was exactly what he appeared to be.
As for the other four people, Chu Mu only knew their surnames, which were Liu. As for their names, he did not know, and Chu Mu was not interested in knowing.
"How can such good roasted meat not be accompanied by wine?" The middle-aged swordsman in his thirties laughed loudly. Suddenly, a large wine jar appeared in his hand. It could probably hold two or three pounds of wine.
Then, he took out six cups and opened the lid of the wine jar. A thick wine aroma immediately filled the air, and people could not help but take a deep breath. The smell was very good.
The middle-aged swordsman filled the cups one by one, and even held the cup in front of Mister Yun with both hands. With a respectful expression, he said, "Mister Yun, please try this wine."
"You are too polite." Mister Yun hurriedly took the cup with both hands. He took a small sip, and his eyes narrowed slightly. After a few breaths, he nodded and exclaimed, "Good wine, good wine. I don't usually drink wine, and I don't know much about wine, but this wine is very smooth, soft, and mellow."
"Since Mister Yun thinks it is good, why not drink a few more cups?"
Chu Mu did not have this kind of treatment. He lifted the cup and smelled it. The wine was indeed rich and intoxicating. He took a small sip, and his mouth was suddenly filled with fragrance.
The other three swordsman in their twenties were all juniors. They all had smiles on their faces, but the two young swordsman looked at Chu Mu with a bit of pride.
"Speaking of wine, I remember that a friend once gave me a gourd of wine. He said it was 100 years old. Unfortunately, I am not good at wine, so I have been hiding it and never tried it." Mister Yun suddenly had an enlightened expression. He put down the cup, and as he spoke, a reddish-brown wine gourd appeared in his hand. He gently shook it, and immediately, there was the sound of thick water. He also looked at Chu Mu.
"100 years old wine!" The eyes of the thirty-something swordsman suddenly lit up, and he stared at the wine gourd in Mister Yun's hand.
He was a person who loved wine, and the wine in his hand was only 10 years old. 100 years old wine, what kind of wine was that?
"It was fate that brought us together today, and we were able to taste such delicious barbecued meat. I don't have anything else to show you, but this 100 years old wine was given to me by my friend." Mister Yun chuckled, and then he took out five bronze cups. "These cups were also given to me by my friend. I heard that he said that if you want to drink this wine, you need these special cups to fully display the wine's effects. However, I am not good at wine and have never tried it before, so I can't tell if it is real or fake. Today, I will let you all test it out. "
As he spoke, Mister Yun opened the cork of the wine gourd. Immediately, an even more intoxicating wine aroma filled the air. Especially the swordsman in his thirties, he revealed an intoxicated expression, and his wine bug was stirred.
"We are still in the depths of the Demon Chaos Plains, and we may encounter danger at any time. So, please have a taste of this wine. When we return to the Demon Shaking City, we will find a place to drink to our heart's content," Mister Yun said, and filled the five cups to the brim.
He also poured a cup for himself, but he poured it into the ceramic cup from before.
The thirty-something swordsman impatiently picked up the bronze cup. He first sniffed it as if he was about to ascend to immortality. He then took a small sip, letting the wine swirl in his mouth. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the taste.
Speaking of which, although Chu Mu didn't drink too much, he would still drink a bit. Moreover, in every man's bones, there was an indescribable feeling towards wine. When he saw good wine, he couldn't help but be a bit moved.
After taking a small sip, Chu Mu immediately felt as if his pores were about to explode, and a refreshing feeling surged through his entire body.
A few moans came from the side. It was the three young swordsman in their twenties who were also drinking. They were also immersed in the wine, especially the female swordsman. Her face was completely red, and her slightly opened eyes seemed to have water flowing through them. It was extremely seductive.
Mister Yun held the cup but didn't drink. Instead, he looked at everyone's expressions. When someone woke up and looked at him, he brought the cup to his mouth and took a sip.
"It really is good wine." Mister Yun let out a sigh of surprise, and he felt a sense of satisfaction.
"If we weren't in the Demon Chaos Plains, I would really get drunk," the thirty-something swordsman said, and took another sip.
The hundred-year-old wine was extremely mellow and could only be drunk slowly. If one drank it all at once, they would probably start to feel dizzy.
Everyone ate a few more mouthfuls of barbecued meat. After a while, Mister Yun suddenly let out a strange laugh. "Everyone, why don't you obediently hand over all your treasures to me?"
When these words came out, everyone was stunned and puzzled.
"Mister Yun, what do you mean?" the thirty-something swordsman asked. Chu Mu frowned slightly.
"My wine tastes good, right? You should know that I used a lot of spirit medicine to brew this wine. It cost a lot. If you drink it, you will have to pay the price." Mister Yun threw away the wine cup in his hand. His expression was very strange, as if he was laughing at something. "Oh, right. In order to maintain the title of Mister Yun, I definitely can't let you leave alive."
As he spoke, an incomparably sharp murderous aura surged out. This murderous aura was so strong that it proved that hundreds of people had died by his hands.
When these words came out, everyone's expression changed greatly. Even Chu Mu's expression changed greatly. He didn't think that Yan Jian, who was very good at judging people, would make a mistake. This so-called Mister Yun was actually a person who deceived others.
"Damn it." The thirty-something swordsman angrily pulled out his sword and slashed at Mister Yun. Mister Yun didn't move at all. The sword stopped halfway. The thirty-something swordsman's body trembled, and he suddenly lost all of his strength. He became soft, and the sword energy in his meridians froze.
"That wine of mine is called Qi Condensation Bone Softening Wine. It is indeed a good wine. It won't kill people. It will only cause them to temporarily lose their ability to move. After an hour, they will recover. Unfortunately, you don't have an hour." Mister Yun looked down at the five people on the ground. His kind face was filled with a domineering aura. His eyes had an expression that said he was in control of everything. This was Mister Yun's true face.
"You also drank that wine. Why weren't you poisoned?" the thirty-something swordsman asked weakly. His heart was filled with regret.
"Didn't I say that the wine needs a special wine cup to show its effects?" Mister Yun had a strange smile on his face. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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