Linghujiu liked Ning Zhuo's free and easy spirit, and he was even more excited. He took out the stone bowls and gave them one to each of them. He sat down hurriedly: "Here he comes, he comes!" Seeing him like this, Ning Zhuo couldn't help but sigh to himself: Although Linghu Jiu was happy when Ning Zhuo sent tea last time, he was definitely not as excited as he is now. Ning Zhuo used the altar opening tips taught in Zhu Xuanji's letter and successfully opened the mud seal. In an instant, the aroma of wine wafted out and filled the entire cave. The first time he smelled Linghu Wine, he blurted out: "Oh? It's our country's national cellar!" His eyes shone, and his Adam's apple rolled with excitement: "Good guy, this is a 100-year-old National Cellar Acacia, which is rare." "Brother Xian, where did you get it? Brother Yu has asked others to buy it many times. There are many Guojiao spirit wines on the market, but it is extremely difficult to get this kind of Guojiao spirit wine that is hundreds of years old." "Thanks to Hong Fu, brother Yu, brother Yu is really in luck this time, hahaha." Ning Zhuo smiled and poured a full bowl of Linghu wine and himself.
The two of them clinked their wine bowls and started drinking. In the stone bowl, the color of the acacia wine was like crimson pearls, clear and translucent, reflecting the expectant faces of the two people. After a gentle sniff, the aroma of the wine is mixed with the faint aroma of red beans, gentle but distant. As soon as the wine enters your mouth, it is soft and smooth, as warm as the first dew of spring. The light sweetness of the red beans melts on the tip of the tongue, with traces of emotion, and then there is a hint of bitterness in the mellow aftertaste, like the long-lasting love feeling that has been weighing on my heart for a long time. The two of them savored it carefully and were speechless for a while. After a long time, Linghu Wine broke the silence: "Century National Cellar, it is indeed well-deserved! The entrance is gentle, like the sweetness of red beans, and it also contains the rich and mellow aroma of a century-old brewing. The meaning of lovesickness is vague and uncertain, but when you taste it carefully, you will feel it is thicker." "After a hundred years, I still miss my lovesickness..." Ning Zhuo also sighed, "The older this wine is, the heavier my lovesickness becomes. Good wine, really good wine!" Ning Zhuo recently tasted three kinds of wine, namely Bingyu wine, Yousi Mingniang and Acacia wine. Among the first two, Bingyu Wine can bring Qi with God and quickly improve Qi Sea cultivation. Linghu Wine has also benefited a lot from this. Brewing in meditation, regardless of real wine or fake wine, can communicate yin and yang and bring the wisdom of the sages. Both wines are powerful. But acacia wine is not like the first two. It is more luxurious and just makes people feel the feeling of lovesickness. This wine is difficult to preserve. It's all because of lovesickness, which is difficult to last. How long can ordinary people miss each other? One year, two years? Ten years, or twenty years? People's hearts are fickle, people are forgetful, and the light flow of time can wash away all kinds of things and consume everything. It is difficult to maintain an emotion for years or decades. As for a hundred years? Even rarer. All because an ordinary person's life only lasts for a hundred years. What kind of emotion can make people miss you for a lifetime? Once upon a time, what the Supreme Emperor of Nandou Country wanted to express was this emotion. It is said that the acacia wine she personally designed and brewed still exists today.
She wanted to give it to someone, but she never succeeded in giving out a jar of this wine! It is very difficult to make acacia wine, and the chef needs to have a strong feeling of lovesickness to make it possible. It is also difficult to preserve acacia wine. The love contained in it needs to be long-lasting and lasting. Therefore, there are very few century-old acacia wines on the market. Once it exceeds several decades, the acacia wine itself will deteriorate and become difficult to drink. But today, Ning Zhuo and Linghujiu drank this kind of wine. For a time, both of them were immersed in lovesickness, deeply affected, and unable to extricate themselves. Ning Zhuo missed his mother. Now my mother has turned into a mechanism, accompanying me everywhere. She seems to be close, but in fact she is still far away. The second target, the Breathing Spirit Ge, was too far away and huge. Until now, Ning Zhuo had not found a feasible way to burn it. Linghujiu was thinking of his junior sister Lin Shanshan. The taste of acacia wine melted in his mouth, as if thousands of threads were gently wrapping around his heart. He was adopted by Lin Bufan when he was very young and watched Lin Shanshan grow up little by little. The sweet and short moments he spent with Lin Shanshan seemed to be stretched by the passage of time in this wine, becoming more profound and long. Acacia wine turned every thought in Linghujiu's heart into drops in the wine, gradually spreading in his heart. "Life is like wine, and lovesickness is like a song." Linghu Jiu said sadly, "Some lovesickness will fade away with the passage of time, while some lovesickness will grow deeper and deeper!" This time the two drank, the atmosphere was very different from before. The previous time was passionate, this time it was affectionate. After drinking for three rounds, Ning Zhuo directly stated his situation: "Brother Linghu, I have drank Yousi Mingjiang again recently, but I have no one to give me advice." Linghujiu pointed at Ning Zhuo: "This situation is absolutely normal." "Please note that drinking this wine only provides us with an opportunity to communicate with the sages of the underworld." "At a certain moment, if the sages in the underworld are willing and free, and they like you and me, they will not hesitate to give you some advice." "Most of the time when I drink Yousi Mingjing, nothing happens. Even if there is, most of the time, it is vague gibbering that is difficult to understand. Only by relying on my own talent can I gain insights and gain from these gibberings." "Xiandi's last burst of luck was not the norm." Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "That's it." He looked deeply at Linghujiu and was speechless for a moment. Linghujiu saw that he had a strange look on his face and stared at her closely, so he couldn't help but smile freely: "Xian brother, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Ning Zhuo didn't use the thread of human life, so he couldn't use my Buddha Heart Demonic Seal to sense the depths of Linghu Jiu's heart. However, he relied on his more than ten years of life experience and his ability to speculate on human nature to determine the sincerity of Linghu Jiu. Ning Zhuo's eyes flashed, and he boldly spoke frankly. He first said that he asked the ancestor of the Ning family's golden elixir for a wine recipe, but Lin Bufan sternly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.
He also gave the wine to Chef Ling to taste and asked the latter to try to identify the recipe, but he got some unexpected comments. Linghujiu was very surprised when he heard this: "You said that Yousi Mingniang is a fake wine? In fact, it has no function of communicating with the sages in the underworld?" "Impossible!" Linghujiu shook his head directly and said decisively: "This is the wine that my master gave me. He also strictly ordered me... to keep this secret." Speaking of which, Linghujiu felt a little unnatural. He has a lazy and unrestrained temperament, and the worst thing to say is that when he gets emotional, he often forgets some instructions. You Si Ming Brewing is the best example. Obviously the master asked him to strictly keep the secret, but in Linghujiu's view, this wine was innate to him, but when he drank it, it was ineffective most of the time and the value was not high. Therefore, the last time he saw Ning Zhuo, he took it out and gave Ning Zhuo a drink. Ning Zhuo saw that Linghujiu had great trust in Lin Bufan, so he said: "Last time I heard my brother say that Mr. Lin Bufan personally went all out for my brother's affairs and specially found a chef to design this wine recipe." "I dare to make a disrespectful guess: Perhaps Lord Lin Bufan has also been deceived? After all, he is not a spiritual chef. He can involve spiritual planting, healing and alchemy in the cultivation of various arts, so he is already a scholar. " "Every profession is like a mountain, and there are specialties in the arts. It's not impossible to be deceived, right?" Linghujiu nodded: "That's true." He immediately handed over his hand and said, "Thank you, dear brother, for informing me about this matter. I will report it to Master some day." Ning Zhuo raised his hand: "Brother Linghu, I have some interesting information that I want to tell you. It's related to the Five Elements God Lord..." After hearing this, Linghujiu immediately fell into deep thought. He raised his head and stared at Ning Zhuo: "I already know what brother Xian means, you want to say there is a problem here!" He pointed to the cave. "That's right." Ning Zhuo high-fived and laughed, "In the ancient Ten Thousand Demons Mountain and today's Ten Thousand Demons Cave, the Lord of the Five Elements once fell here. Did he leave anything behind? So much so that he is still able to influence the outside world." "Last time, after I went back, my drunkenness had subsided, and I was still under the Lingyin willow tree. I got his guidance again, and the realm of the Five Elements was horribly improved." "Whether it's from the perspective of Yin Shou or You Si Ming Niang, this is not normal." Linghujiu laughed loudly and stood up: "Interesting, interesting!" "I was punished and confined by Master, and this is the place where I stay most often. I thought it was nothing special at first, but when Brother Xian said it, Brother Yu felt a little confused." "Why don't we take advantage of the wine and swim together, arm in arm, to explore the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons? Anyway, I was punished here, and I have the responsibility of guarding it." Ning Zhuo was overjoyed: "I don't dare to ask my ears, brother, please!" The two of them walked side by side and went deep into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. The cave was dark, the stone steps underfoot were wet and slippery, and the sound of water droplets hitting the rock walls echoed all around, as if the cave had its own life and was silently telling the secrets of the years. Ning Zhuo and Linghu Jiu both moved their fingers to emit light, illuminating the surroundings and the road ahead. As they climbed down the stairs, the air became increasingly dull. The two communicated through sound transmission, and only the sound of footsteps echoed in the silent cave.
After walking for a while, artificial traces such as stone stairs have disappeared. The darkness became deeper and deeper, and even if the two of them spent mana to maintain the light, the scope was obviously compressed. The path of the cave began to become steeper, and in some places, the two of them had to go sideways, one behind the other, to barely pass. Ning Zhuo could clearly feel that he was descending into the depths of the ground along the inclined downward direction. He began to hear the faint sound of water. It’s not the dripping water seeping through the stone walls along the way, but the sound of the river. Linghujiu was quite familiar with the path. Whenever there were forks in the road, he would tell Ning Zhuo that those were dead ends. "Sometimes I am locked up and extremely bored. I will go underground alone and explore on my own." "I'm not afraid of my dear brother's jokes. I've always hoped that some monsters would appear and I could kill them. Either to relieve boredom, or to make a contribution and let Master release me from confinement." “I always come back empty-handed.” "There have been demon beasts and even beast tides in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave. But in the past hundred years, everything has been peaceful." "The biggest change was when your Ning family followed the underground river and suddenly broke into our Ten Thousand Medicine Valley." Linghu wine transmission. Ning Zhuo smiled and echoed. The two of them were communicating and walking. After turning a corner, Ning Zhuo's eyes suddenly opened up - they had entered a huge underground cave. The dome of the cave hangs high like a sky curtain, dotted with countless fluorescent stones, shining like stars, illuminating the entire cave like a dream. Vine-like crystals hang down from the cave wall, like dripping ice, with a faint glow flowing between movement and stillness. Ning Zhuo couldn't help but stop and admire the beautiful scenery in front of him. Linghu Jiu had seen a lot and felt that there was nothing new, but he also stopped wisely to give Ning Zhuo some time. "After passing through here, there will be signs of life." "After walking for about a cup of tea, we can reach the dark river. Can you imagine that there is a big river flowing deep underground?" "Haha, that's also a wonder!" Linghu Jiu didn't really care about verifying Ning Zhuo's guess. What he thought in his heart was that it was not a waste of effort to lead Ning Zhuo to browse. But the next moment, Ning Zhuo's face changed suddenly. It was because Ning Zhuo seemed to hear a voice. He was very familiar with that voice, it was the voice of the Five Elements God Lord - boy, did you come down to see me? Haha, look at that stalactite, study it carefully! That's the door.