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The Solitary Falcon was worthy of being called a Great Master of the world. He was still as calm as ever, and his body was as still as a rock. However, his originally expressionless face had already begun to blush uncontrollably. His eyes flashed. He picked up the wine glass and slowly brought it to his mouth. After a moment of hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp!
A clear and mellow feeling slid down his throat, and the Solitary Falcon silently circulated his Xuan Qi. He clearly felt the wine flow into his stomach, and then he was surprised to find that there was still wine in his mouth. He swallowed once more, but found that he still hadn't drunk all the wine, so he swallowed again …..
Chinese fine wine, passed down among the people. Good wine, even after three swallows, there would still be a lingering fragrance in the throat!
The Solitary Falcon was in the middle of enjoying himself when he suddenly felt as if a raging fire had started to burn in his stomach. In fact, this fire had started to spread throughout his limbs and bones, and had even started to burn his blood vessels and meridians!
In an instant, Solitary Eagle felt that his blood vessels were expanding. It was as if his hair was standing on end. He tried hard to exercise his Qi so that he would not make a fool of himself in front of everyone. However, the burning heat was still flowing in his body. It was still burning, and it was still surging left and right!
If there was an opponent here, at this moment, Solitary Eagle even felt that he could challenge Yun Bie Chen, who was ranked first in Shen Xuan!
"Good wine! This is the best wine in the world! " Solitary Eagle tried hard to control his urge to roar. He tried hard to suppress himself. In the end, he couldn't control himself. It was as if he roared from his throat, from the depths of his heart. Although his voice was low, everyone could hear the excitement in it.
"This is the wine a man should drink!"
After a long while, he finally got up as if he was sleepwalking. He turned around and floated down. After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the empty wine cup in his hand. Tears silently flowed down his cheeks. "Today, I know that I have lived in vain for the past few decades …"
All of a sudden, he leaped up in an excited state. His arms danced in the air with great force. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. After jumping around for a while, he returned to the table and sat down. He moaned, "Good wine, ah ah ah …"
Song Shang's body trembled uncontrollably. He still held the wine glass in his hand, but he didn't drink it. However, when he saw His Highness and Solitary Eagle's reaction, he knew that he had lost.
He lost without any suspense!
But this time, especially at this moment, he was incomparably excited to lose, excited to lose, elated to lose! He had no regrets losing to a wine of higher quality! What's more, he was about to personally taste the true taste of this fine wine!
At this moment, Song Shang didn't care about winning or losing anymore. He only wanted to taste the wine in his hand with great sincerity!
Gulping it down in one gulp, Song Shang clearly felt that his soul was dancing, and his mind was singing. Every inch of his muscles, every meridian, and every drop of blood in his body was trembling comfortably, moaning in satisfaction...
After a long time, Song Shang's eyes were suddenly filled with tears. His throat started to sob. His tears fell into the white jade wine cup. He cried even more miserably. In the end, his body trembled and he couldn't speak properly. He suddenly leaned on the table and bawled.
"I, I, I … can drink such a good wine today … I have no regrets in this life … to have the opportunity to taste such a good wine … I, Song Shang … can die without regrets …"
Old Song punched the table again and again, then punched his head again and again. He tore at his hair and wailed, "The first half of my life … … I lived like a dog … … Ugh … …"
Jun Mo Xie was flabbergasted. He couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. Goosebumps covered his entire body.
It's not that he hasn't seen people cry.
It's not that he hasn't seen men cry.
However, the man who was crying in front of him was enough to shock Jun Moxie!
This was an old man who was over fifty years old!
He was also an Intermediate Tian Xuan expert!
Moreover, he was a famous assassin who made people tremble in fear!
But now, he was crying so sadly because of a cup of wine?! …
He looked at the prince again. He was in a daze, as if he was suffering from epilepsy. Solitary Eagle's face was as red as a date, as if he had turned into a statue.
Is it worth it? Isn't it just a cup of wine?
Jun Moxie was puzzled.
Hitman Jun had underestimated the power of China's fine wine!
Ever since Yu the Great brewed the first sorghum wine, it has undergone five thousand years of precipitation and tempering!
Countless people went crazy over the word "wine", as if they were possessed.
Wine is like a poem, like a painting, like an immortal, like a dream, like an intoxicated person, like a fog, like lightning!
Generation after generation, the technology of winemaking has undergone countless changes.
Jun Moxie had the complete technology, so he felt that winemaking was easy. However, he had neglected the fact that he was standing on the shoulders of countless giants of the Chinese civilization!
The people who had participated in the wine revolution, from ancient times to modern times, were standing on each other's shoulders, and were at least three times taller than Mount Everest!
The winemaking process that Jun Dashao had mastered was the result of five thousand years of tempering and tempering! It may seem simple, but the sages of the past had put in a lot of effort to complete this simple process!
In this world that was not even comparable to the ancient times of China, he was suddenly able to taste modern China's wine …
What kind of impact was this? This was simply … indescribable …
Old Song's Xuan Qi cultivation had long since reached the middle of the Tian Xuan realm, and was considered to be one of the top experts in the world. This was a level that ordinary people would find difficult to reach, but he didn't pay much attention to it. In fact, he had almost reached the point where he loved nothing but wine. If he hadn't devoted almost all of his life's energy to wine, then his achievements in martial arts would have been far greater than this!
Old Song had once lamented over his obsession with wine, but at the same time, he also felt gratified. He believed that he had reached the pinnacle of the Way of Wine, and had always been confident and conceited. But today, he had suddenly discovered a wine that was many times better than his own!
In Old Song's heart, how could he just be shocked?
At this moment, in his eyes, Jun Moxie wasn't just a mountain that he could look up to, he was simply incomparably tall, incomparably majestic. This young man was simply the incarnation of the 'God of Wine'!
Heavens! There is actually such a good wine in this world! There is actually someone in this world who can brew such a good wine! If this person isn't the God of Wine, then what is he?
He had thoroughly defeated a person in his most prideful domain!
This was tantamount to destroying Old Song's life's perseverance! His spiritual pillar had been destroyed!
The small tavern was silent for a long time, and then the four people looked at each other. His Highness was the first to speak: "Today's wine competition …" His voice was still tinged with excitement.
But before he could finish, Old Song interrupted him: "I am ashamed! What wine competition is there to talk about? My wine, compared to this young master's wine, is just like what he said before, trash! I, Song Shang, have traveled all over the world, but I never knew that there was such a wine in this world! "
Song Shang's voice became more and more excited, louder and louder: "I, Song Shang, am convinced!"
Then, he stood up, and his eyes flickered with fanaticism. He arrived in front of Jun Mo Xie, and suddenly bent his knees. He knelt down, and heavily kowtowed to the ground, "Master, please accept this disciple's worship!"
Jun Moxie hurriedly stood up: "This …"
His Highness and Solitary Eagle looked at each other in dismay!
After a long time, Solitary Eagle said: "If you agree to the bet, you must accept the loss! Song Shang has acknowledged this young man as his master. With this young man's wine making skills, it is not a disgrace to him. Not to mention, it is not a disgrace! "
The hammer was the final word!
Jun Moxie thought for a long time, and then finally smiled: "Not bad, if that's the case, Old Song, you can get up. I will accept you as my disciple. "
What is this?
Who said that there can't be a free lunch in the sky? Isn't this a free lunch from the sky? His Highness was treating this matter as a joke. He wanted to see how Old Song would go back on his words. He was a dignified Sky Xuan expert and one of the top assassins in the world. How could he accept the former's joking wager as his master? … Isn't this too much of a joke?
Becoming the disciple of a master was a major event of one's life!
In this day and age, the Heaven, Earth, Monarch, and Master are the five cardinal virtues of human relations. Although the word 'master' is the last, it is the most authoritative of the five, even more so than the Monarch and Monarch!
A teacher for a day, a father for life! Parents shape one's body, but the master is the one who guides one's life!
With Song Shang's status and identity, how could he accept a nameless youth as his master?
His Highness obviously underestimated Old Song's obsession with wine!
There is no seniority in learning, only those who have mastered it! In order to understand the true meaning of wine, what's the harm in accepting a master!?
To be honest, Jun Dashao was also quite surprised. He was just thinking if Old Song reneged on his words, should he ridicule him a bit, or should he do him a favor, pretending to be magnanimous and let him off easily. He didn't expect that Old Song would …
But Young Master Jun was definitely not going to reject it pretentiously!
There is a free fighter like Tian Xuan, it would be a waste not to accept him. If he didn't accept him, then he would be a real fool! Even though this Tian Xuan expert only wanted to learn wine making from him, even though this Tian Xuan expert is very mysterious, and even though this Tian Xuan expert can't be trusted, and even though this Tian Xuan expert …
Who cares so much? As long as you become my subordinate, you won't be able to run away!?
Jun Mo Xie was very excited. He suddenly realized that he was now a teacher. So, he should have the obligation to educate his disciple. The Young Master Jun was fully deserving of the title of 'Soul Engineer' in a split second. In fact, he felt that it was his duty to educate his disciple.
"I say, Old Song, do you know why you lost?" Jun Moxie wanted to stroke his beard in order to make himself look like a person of virtue and prestige, but halfway through, he remembered that although he will definitely have it in the future, he doesn't have it right now. So he put down his hand and pretended to pat the dust off his leg.
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