Chidragon, Drunken Spring Mountain.
It was already night. A bright moon hung high in the sky, shining down bright moonlight on the ground through the lush branches and leaves. A gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves rustled.
Bam! At this moment, a shadow fell from a century-old tree. Then, the sound of a heavy object landing on the ground broke the quiet atmosphere of the mountain and startled several turtledoves.
A moment later, the figure slowly stood up from the side of the tree.
He first raised his head to look at the bright moon above his head, then looked at his surroundings, and muttered with a dumbfounded expression.
"Where am I? Who … Who the hell am I? "
"Burp!" As he spoke, the man suddenly burped, and the strong smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.
With the help of the moonlight, one could see that the man's face was red. Obviously, he had drunk too much. At this moment, he had even forgotten who he was and where he was.
After standing still and thinking for a moment, the man scratched his head and realized that he still couldn't remember any useful information.
He tried to touch his body and found that there was nothing except the clothes he was wearing and the wine gourd hanging on his waist.
So, he reached out to take the wine gourd hanging on his waist and shook it. Immediately, the sound of the liquid shaking was heard, which also evoked the desire in the bottom of his heart.
Next, he pulled out the stopper and sniffed it. Then, he couldn't help but drink a few mouthfuls.
As the thick wine entered his throat, he felt as if all the blood in his body was ignited and surged through his body. Then, he fell down again and snored as if he had forgotten everything …
At noon the next day, the sound of birds around woke up the man who had been unconscious for a long time. He sat up, opened his eyes, and rubbed his messy hair. His expression was still blank, and it was obvious that he hadn't woken up yet.
Just like last night, he first murmured "Who am I? Where am I?" and then began to observe himself. Then, his attention fell on the wine gourd again.
However, this time, there was no more wine in the gourd, and the man didn't succeed in drinking it.
Just like that, as he sat quietly, a hint of clarity returned to his eyes, and he gradually remembered who he was.
"So my name is Qu Zui. What a good name, hehe!" Qu Zui, who hadn't woken up yet, murmured with a smile.
After sitting quietly for a while, the memories came flooding back. It was also at this moment that his expression suddenly changed. Then, he decisively got up from the ground, hurriedly walked to the side of the mountain road, and madly ran to the top of the mountain.
"Oh no, oh no, my wine!"
Although Qu Zui looked to be in his forties or fifties, when he ascended the mountain, he seemed to be flying. Every time he kicked, he would cross three or four steps as he rushed to the top of the mountain.
After about half an hour of rushing, Qu Zui suddenly changed direction when he was close to the top of the mountain and rushed to the waterfall on the side.
Arriving at the edge of the cliff, he stomped hard on the ground and his body soared up like a swallow. He passed through the rapids of the waterfall and crashed into the back of the waterfall.
The scene of crashing into the cliff didn't happen. What appeared in front of Qu Zui was a Water Curtain Cave. The inside was full of moss and vines. Flowers bloomed under his feet. The interior was full of vitality.
After entering the Water Curtain Cave, Qu Zui hurriedly ran forward. After turning a few forks, he came to an empty space.
"Ahhhhh! My wine! "
When he saw the red-hot iron pot in the empty space, Qu Zui let out a hysterical scream.
Holding onto the one-in-a-million possibility, Qu Zui hurriedly approached the iron pot. He lowered his head and looked into the pot, as if hoping that there was still some wine that hadn't evaporated.
However, the reality was that there was not a single drop of wine left in the red-hot iron pot.
At this moment, it was like a bolt from the blue.
For Qu Zui, this was a fatal blow that he couldn't bear. He subconsciously slumped to the ground, feeling that his life was hopeless.
He had brewed this pot of wine for three years. Three years!
During this period, he had gone through repeated fermentation, mixing, distillation, pouring it into the mountain spring, refining it with flames, and so on. The procedures were complicated. It could be said that Qu Zui had used all his energy for the past three years to brew this pot of wine.
For this, during the brewing period, Qu Zui had searched the entire Drunken Spring Mountain and found all kinds of rare herbs to blend into it. It could be said that he had put in a lot of effort.
However, at this moment, everything had turned into bubbles …
Thinking of the experience a few days ago, Qu Zui couldn't help but want to slap himself.
Just three days ago, when the new pot of wine was about to be successfully brewed, he happily prepared to drink a few mouthfuls to celebrate.
However, once he drank, he couldn't stop.
During this period, Qu Zui got drunk three times and woke up three times. The whole time, he was in a dazed state. It was an endless cycle.
At this moment, if it weren't for the fact that the wine in the pot had been finished, Qu Zui felt that he might be able to repeat it endlessly …
In fact, he knew that he loved wine as much as his life. Therefore, in order to brew this pot of "Spirit Spring Wine", he hadn't touched a drop of wine for three years, so that he wouldn't be muddle-headed.
Every day, he hung a wine gourd on his waist to satisfy his eye cravings.
Such restraint wasn't because he had strong self-control, but because Spirit Spring Wine was his lifelong dream. It was a special brewing method that generations of Qu Clan had been trying.
According to the records, Qu Clan was once a member of the cultivation world, and had brewed countless famous spirit wines.
Although it was the End of Days and Spirit Qi had dried up, their Qu Clan hadn't weakened. Instead, they had found a brand new path that allowed them to be different from ordinary people in this End of Days.
Hundred Flower Health Wine, Tiger Blood Bone Wine, Turtle Longevity Wine, and so on …
Even though Spirit Qi had dried up, their Qu Clan had still found a way to strengthen themselves by brewing wine from the End of Days.
In reality, Qu Zui looked like he was in his forties or fifties, but he was actually close to a hundred years old. All of this was the miraculous effect brought about by these special wines.
And the "Spirit Spring Wine" he brewed this time was the best wine among all the wines passed down in the Qu Clan, excluding those that required Spirit Qi to brew. Drinking this wine would not only extend one's lifespan by more than ten years, but the quality of one's body would also be refined, and one would be immune to all diseases.
Therefore, to Qu Zui, for this pot of good wine, he didn't mind enduring for three years!
During his three years of brewing wine, although Qu Zui had thought of giving up countless times, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
However, just three days ago, when his dream was about to succeed, Qu Zui had the urge to drink a few mouthfuls to celebrate.
And he felt that he had been holding it in for three years. Although he hadn't quit drinking, it had been three years. Now, when he drank, he could at least control himself.
So it wasn't a big problem.
But the reality was the complete opposite. The moment his tongue touched the wine, for Qu Zui, it was a sublimation of his soul.
At that moment, Qu Zui forgot himself and threw everything to the back of his mind. There was only one thought in his mind.
Drink, drink to your heart's content. There is wine today, so get drunk today, who cares if tomorrow is right or wrong!
Drinking, this kind of intoxication was what was needed. What was wine? Once drunk, a thousand worries would be solved. If one was not intoxicated, how could one be drunk, and how could one be happy!
Qu Zui felt that his idea at the time was not bad. It was very nice and in line with the usual thinking of the descendants of the Qu Clan when they drank.
But now, he wanted to smash his own head!
This sleep went on for three days. The "Spirit Spring Wine" he had been working hard for three years and was about to be successfully brewed had gone up in smoke. Not even a drop was left, and he didn't even get to taste it.
Thinking of this, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes gradually losing focus.
He had nothing to live for …
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