The three of them played until the sunset and then returned to the Qingshi Courtyard from the back mountain of Xuantian Temple.

The drunkard who left Qingxu Small Courtyard was already standing under the pear tree guarding a pot of tea. He looked at Li Ye who had returned belatedly and said with a smile: "Master is here, if you don't go and cook, are you going to starve me to death?"

"

When Li Ye heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Teacher, there is no delicious food here. Why don't you come over after eating at my master's place?"

"Master, you are here. I will wait for Yu'er to cook for you." Nangong Lingyu walked up and sat down next to him, turning to see why his master looked unhappy.

"You should know that winemaking is also about cultivating your state of mind. If I were you, I would be happy. Didn't your husband teach you to cultivate your state of mind?"

Seeing the reluctance on Li Ye's face, Jiu Chi said calmly.

"Boom!" A spring thunder struck Li Ye's heart.

I thought that my state of mind had been polished like a rock, but I didn't expect that my heart would be rippled by Mu Mu's departure, and then the words of the drunkard would wake up the dreamer.

"Teacher, my disciples are taught." Li Ye was convinced and nodded gently.

“All things are born in spring, just when the rice is cooked and bent. After the scorching summer, the continuous rain in autumn, and the freezing snow in winter, next spring, a vat of fine wine will be brewed!”

Pour yourself a cup of tea, the drunkard looked at the three of them and said with a smile.

It seems that it is not about making wine, but about practicing a method and cooking a delicacy that goes through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Nangong Ruyu stepped forward, held his arm and asked, "Master, how long does it take you? Don't you have to wait until Yu'er is six years old before you can drink the wine brewed by the master?"

The wine addict took her little hand and smiled: "You can drink wine brewed in spring, but it won't taste as delicious as after four seasons of aging."

Nangong Ruyu said somewhat depressedly: "It's so troublesome to have to wait for a whole year, Master."

"Well..." The drunkard was suddenly stunned. He couldn't find a reasonable explanation for the innocent Nangong Ruyu.

Li Ye looked at the old and the young, shook his head helplessly, looked at the two of them and said, "I'll cook while the teacher drinks tea."

The drunkard looked at him and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry, just take your time."

Nangong Ruyu looked at Li Ye and shouted: "Master, Yu'er wants to eat meat!"

Li Ye, who had already reached the kitchen door, couldn't help but twist his feet when he heard this and almost fell to the ground.

Nangong Ruyu, who was sitting under the pear tree, looked at him and laughed: "Master, be careful when you walk, don't fall down like Yu'er!"

Li Ye looked back at her and thought, "Are you sent by God to deal with me?"

Hearing the exact same tone from Nangong Ruyu and Mu Mu, I thought that I would never be quiet in the future.

Xiaohua followed him, looked at him and asked: "Did the lady say something wrong?"

Li Ye shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It's because I still haven't woken up from the drink!"

Thinking about her own concerns, who else can she tell to in the five realms? I am afraid that only Li Hongxiu can understand. After all, she has been following Mu Mu since she was a child. If she knew that Mu Mu had let her lose it, she didn’t know what would happen.

What a trouble.

Mumu is more precious than her own daughter in the heart of the master's wife.

Not only because of Li Ye, but also because of the days when her husband went to the top of the mountain, when she was most depressed, only Mumu was by her side, which relieved her of a lot of lovesickness.

While lighting the fire, Li Ye was in a daze.

How can one get what he wants by training his heart in the world of mortals?

...

The next day, Li Ye and Xiaohua began to clean the large vats sent by the brothers and sisters in Guanli. Qingxu personally came over and directed the disciples in Guanli to build two stoves in the shed in the small courtyard. The wine addict said that they used

Used to cook rice.

Looking at the dozen or so large vats that were brought in, Li Ye couldn't help but ask: "Master, even if the wine is brewed in these vats, there is no place to put them?"

Qingxu glared at him and said with a smile: "Tomorrow I will build a shed in your yard specifically for storing wine."

Li Ye looked around and said with a smile: "This courtyard is already small. Master, if you build a shed, the place where Yu'er practices will become much smaller in the future."

Qingxu stared at him, pointed at the door and said, "The world is so big, why do you have to stay in this courtyard?"

"Master, Master said that the outside world is dangerous, and he wants me to practice in the courtyard with peace of mind." Nangong Ruyu looked at him and said with a smile.

"Fart, what danger is there in my Xuantian Temple?" Xindao, this shameless disciple, what does the outside world mean when she is dangerous? Should she be locked up for the rest of her life without being able to go out?

Li Ye felt a headache watching the conversation between the two, not because he took what Nangong Ruyu said to him out of context, but because his master was an unreasonable guy compared to his husband.

The problem is, he still can't find a reason to reason with him.

Because he is the master and he is the apprentice.

"Master, Yu'er is still young, at least until she is thirteen years old before she considers going out for training, right?" Li Ye replied while rinsing the vat.

"Master, the master is right. Yu'er will practice here from now on. However, some masters will also take Yu'er back to the temple to see her father."

Nangong Ruyu thought of Wuxin who practiced in Prajna Temple.

"Your father? Who is he?" Qingxu was completely speechless. He could scold Li Ye, but he couldn't take it out on Nangong Ruyu.

"Yu'er's father's name is Wu Xin. He practices in Prajna Temple and is considered my nephew." Li Ye, sweating profusely, said with a smile.

"Master nephew?" Qingxu Qi's nose glared, and he was about to curse.

But Li Ye smiled and said, "Yu'er and I are on our own terms. He is practicing in the temple, and his seniority depends on where he is. There's nothing we can do about it."

"That's true. I forgot that you called monk Ming Hui senior brother. So you are not my junior brother? What a mess, crazy!"

Qingxu couldn't help but feel dizzy when he thought of the names and seniorities of several people.

The drunkard looked at Qingxu's appearance and couldn't help laughing.

He said: "Didn't my disciple already say that you each have your own business, why do you want to compare with each other? You haven't seen Monk Minghui and he doesn't care about you? In this regard, you are not as good as that monk."

Qingxu looked at him and nodded helplessly.

"Master, has my senior brother gone back to the temple?" Li Ye thought that he had to ask Minghui something, and looked at Qingxu and asked.

"Let's go. He went back early the next morning when you were drunk."

Qingxu waved his hand and said impatiently.

"It seems I have to wait until I get back to the temple to find him now." Li Ye lowered his head and continued to rinse the water tank.

Xiao Hua was carrying water for him. Nangong Ruyu followed Xiao Hua and held a small basin, which was also half full of water.

"Master, Yu'er also contributed to the wine you made." Nangong Ruyu and Li Ye said with a smile while reaching out to wipe the sweat on their faces.

"I know, wait until next year to bring your grandpa two jars of wine down the mountain, and let him be happy for you!" Li Ye thought of Nangong Xuanyuan of the Nangong family, and thought that next year he would be able to persuade Wu Xin to go back down the mountain.

The spring wind was still moist, but it blew the pear blossoms all over the ground.

Looking at the busy people in the courtyard, Li Ye wondered whether the apricot flowers in Fengyun City were still in full bloom.

And in the place where Mu Mu went, were there also gardens full of pear trees and apricot blossoms?

Qingxu looked at Li Ye's dazed look, shook his head, sat under the pear tree and poured himself a cup of tea. He looked at the drunkard and said, "My disciple is worried, so you have to be more tolerant."

The alcoholic was a little shocked. He didn't know what Li Ye had gone through, but from what he said that day while holding half a jar of wine, he knew that it was definitely not what he had experienced at his age.

He knew that feeling, it was called the vicissitudes of time.

Thinking about how he felt when he brewed the drunken dream of life and death, the drunkard looked at Li Ye and said: "Disciple, I hope you can brew the drunken life and dream of death for me, so that even if I leave with your master tomorrow, it will be worthwhile."

"Can I brew it?" Li Ye was shocked and put down the brush in his hand.

"Why not, your state of mind is changing little by little, just like making wine. You must know that good wine must be brewed with heart."

The drunkard looked at him and said seriously.

"I hope I can satisfy the master. I also want to try myself to see if I can brew that heartbreaking wine." Li Ye nodded with a smile and poured the water from Xiaohua's basket into the wine vat.

"First learn the basics of washing rice, washing rice, soaking rice, cooking rice...and then I will teach you how to prepare distiller's yeast. Yu'er, go get a pen and ink."

The drunkard looked at Nangong Zhiyu and said.

"Master, Master wants pen and ink." Nangong Ruyu blinked, looked at Li Ye and said with a smile, "Yu'er doesn't know where you put it, Master."

"I'll get it." Li Ye replied softly, put down the brush in his hand, and went into the room to get what the drunkard wanted.

After a while, the table was covered with paper and the inkstone was filled with ink. Li Ye and Nangong Ruyu stood aside, watching the drunkard waving the paper.

"That's right, thinking about how much wine you drank, your hands should have been shaking!" Qingxu looked at the drunkard and laughed.

The drunkard turned his eyes to Li Ye and said in a condensing voice: "Starting tomorrow, let's start with two big jars of rice. I'll watch you."

"Teacher, don't worry. I have plenty of strength, so you don't have to worry about this." Li Ye thought to himself that his formless body had reached the mid-ninth level of cultivation, and finding more than a dozen jars of rice was no small matter.

The drunkard nodded with satisfaction. He really liked Li Ye's willingness to endure hardship.

The spring night was getting deeper, Qingxu had already gone to rest, and the drunkard also closed the door and fell asleep with his head in his arms.

Nangong Ruyu stayed by Li Ye's side, watching him carefully read the wine-making techniques copied by the alcoholic during the day. Seeing him frowning from time to time, Nangong Ruyu couldn't help but reach out her little hand and wipe it off on his forehead.

"Master, you don't look good when you frown, so Yu'er smoothed it out for you."

"Well, Yu'er is good, why don't you go to bed? When Xiaohua falls asleep, who will hold you?"

"Master! Master, you won't leave Yu'er alone, right?"
To be continued...