It was a strange suggestion, but Hua Zhenxing thought of something, so he did it. The small courtyard where the grocery store is located not only has a cellar, but there are even three tunnels leading to different directions. Various things are stored in the cellar.
This includes a lot of wine.
Huazhenxing did not move all three boxes up at once, but carried bottles one by one to Metz with both hands, looking very careful, as if these wines were taken from different positions in several rows of large wine racks.
It's like I just found it and pulled it out.
Messu was bored with waiting, so he looked at the bottle of wine on the counter that he didn't buy, and chatted in a humorous tone: "The real Romankti is produced in the Pogen region of Lanxi, with an annual output of only a few thousand bottles. Each year
Each bottle has a unique number, and the highest auction price for wine from the best vintage has exceeded 500,000 gold.
It is made from 100% Noir grapes, which is the most difficult grape variety in the world to grow. It is known as the princess of grapes. The high price does not mean anything, the most important thing is its unique noble taste.
, with the mysterious scent of oriental spices, seems to bring peace to people's souls.
Its aroma has many layers, such as agarwood, cinnamon and charming baking vanilla, accompanied by the fragrance of roses; the taste is even more so, with the taste of cherry, plum, ebony, truffle, and the entrance is delicate and silky. These rich tastes are wonderful
The fusion seems to be the taste given to the world by God.
A true nobleman, when tasting it, can only speak softly with respect to God..."
Hua Zhenxing, who was going back and forth to get the wine, listened and couldn't help but muttered: "Agarwood, cinnamon, baking herbs, and red braised pork sausage, can these spices also be used?"
Old Man Yang: "Bring your red wine and make braised pork sausage for dinner!"
Mr. Feng pointed to the lonely bottle of wine on the counter and said, "Lao Yang, where did you get it?"
Old Man Yang: "I went to the winery to get it myself."
Mr. Feng: "Drinking wine? Do you think it's a homemade braised pork from a certain village?"
Old Man Yang smiled: "Isn't it just the braised braised pork in the village? I have lived in the same place for many years. Within a radius of a hundred miles, I can taste the difference in the taste of any braised braised braised barbeque in every village, including
You can tell the difference in years by just smelling it... If you follow today's routine, you can write all kinds of tweets."
They were speaking Dongguo Chinese, and Metz didn’t understand, so he thought they were amazed. When Metz finished speaking, Mr. Feng shook the teapot and said with a smile: "It seems that this gentleman is very particular.
Drinking is beyond the realm! I am from Dongguo, I don’t drink much red wine, and I don’t know much about it, but I like drinking tea. Do you know the importance of this cup of tea..."
He still spoke Dongguo Chinese, but Old Man Yang consciously cooperated and translated these words into fluent Lanxi. Hua Zhenxing was slowly moving the wine back and forth, and he only listened to some snippets intermittently. For example, there are
One time when I came in, I heard Mr. Feng talking about the tea cup, something like "the empty cup with secret glaze is like dew, and the seventy-seven points filled with tea will separate the blue abyss."
A few times when he came in, he heard Mr. Feng talking about the tea tray, talking about the inkstone tray and the wooden tray respectively. When talking about the inkstone tray, he mentioned something like "moisten the tea and scatter the ink, and the boiling water will drop the beads". Listen to the wooden tray in more detail.
, a bit too mysterious, different tea types match different tea trays, black, purple, yellow, green, white, they are all exquisite and precious woods.
Isn't it just a tray to put teapots and cups to prevent water from splashing? Mr. Feng also talked about a watering kettle, using boiling water to pour red cloud sand, and the water overflowed on the wooden tray. The special material actually has different aromas, depending on the fragrance.
The scent needs to be carved into different patterns on the tea tray to bring out the elegance of Jiaming...
One time, he heard Mr. Feng talking about a certain tea species, saying that "there is only this flat land in the world, and the sacred tree is in the ancient environment." When the snow sets in winter, the color of the snow is light green, and the original ancient tree
It can be traced back to the ancient Maru era. It is rare to find it hidden in the mountains. Over the years, it can only be picked on a fixed day in the solar term, and it must coincide with specific weather.
What's more magical is that if you can find the original strain of ancient tea, the weather will be exactly like this on this day every year! Its young shoots only produce six taels. When brewing, the tea leaves are flying like blue snow, swirling in the cup and pot for a long time.
Don't stop... take a sip to refresh your soul, caress your chest and relax your feelings, and make your body feel soothed, as if you are wearing flying feathers to protect yourself from the breeze.
Hua Zhenxing was so entranced that he hid behind the door and stood for a long time, muttering to himself: "What kind of tea is this? I feel like I will become an immortal after drinking it!"
Even if Hua Zhenxing was like this, Mace was even more confused. The knight stood in front of the counter without moving his feet. He didn't even notice that the eighteen bottles of wine had been piled up. Until Hua Zhenxing reminded him: "
Sir, your wine is ready. Please order it first and then I will help you pack it."
Only then did Mace come back to his senses. Mr. Xiang Feng nodded and said, "Your Excellency, you must also be from a noble family. I don't mean the Eastern Kingdom today, but your family's history..."
Mr. Feng flicked his sleeves coolly: "In the Eastern Kingdom, anyone with a surname today has a noble title for their ancestors, which can be traced back to the Qin and Han Dynasties and even three generations, not to mention the Yan and Huang Dynasties."
Hua Zhenxing admired Old Man Yang very much for translating these words into Lanxi as accurately as possible. Meis was a little stunned when he heard this, and nodded again: "I kind of understand why people in the East country worship their ancestors.
"
What did he understand, or what did he think he understood? Hua Zhenxing was also a little confused, and asked quietly: "Mr. Feng, what's the significance of the surname Hua?"
Mr. Feng smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "Hua Xu is the ancestor of Feng Xi. We all share the same origin."
At this time, another big black man suddenly appeared. It turned out to be Charles who happened to come to Huazhenxing. When he saw Mace counting the wine on the counter, he asked about the situation and added: "Do you need a label? Pa Tusi
The winery’s bottle label can tell guests that this is a version exclusively for the King’s family. It is impossible to buy it on the market and cannot be seen anywhere else.”
It was rare that he spoke these few sentences in English quite well, and Mace understood them. Charles actually took out a pile of wine bottle signs, totaling about twenty. Hua Zhenxing didn't know what these were, but he knew
Charles ran a liquor store, so it was normal to carry something like this with him, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Metz was obviously hesitant, but he finally took the bottle tags and after looking at them for a long time, he said, "Tick them up for me!"
Hua Zhenxing and Charles helped put the labels on the eighteen bottles and moved the wine to Metz's car. Metz specially gave Charles a tip of twenty gold coins and told him not to talk about it again.
This is actually too much worry. Even if Ciel said it, others would not believe it.
After Metz left, Mr. Feng put the enamel vat on the counter, turned to Yang Tehong and said, "Don't you have any good tea here? Why don't you make these old tea roots for me?"
Yang Tehong: "Drink and eat meat at noon, and eat meat and drink at night. Make some old tea roots to eliminate the alcohol smell... You were quite talkative when you were holding this vat of tea just now!"
Mr. Feng chuckled twice and said: "Aristocratic Fan, who are you pretending to be? We played with the leftovers more than two thousand years ago. Master Ke back then was considered an ancestor for doing this, but today Mr. Ke is too embarrassed to mention it again."
Yes!" What Metz just said could be heard by Ke Mengchao and Mo Shangtong in the backyard. Ke Mengchao curled up his lips and smiled without saying a word, while Mo Shangtong had a straight face and seemed to turn a deaf ear.
Yang Tehong: "They are talking about wine, but you are talking about tea."
Mr. Feng: "Aren't I just holding tea? Just talk about whatever you have. If you talk about drinking, it would be too bullying. Although I have never drunk the wine of the three generations of the pre-Qin Dynasty, I have seen the drinking utensils. They are too rich.
Oh! Xiaohua, do you know how many types of pre-Qin wine vessels there are, which ones are common vessels, which ones are ritual vessels, and what regulations each has...
Don’t know? If you are not in this major, this is normal. If someone can understand everything, you can get a degree in related majors. I don’t talk about drinking because I don’t want to embarrass old Yang, Zun, Zhi, Pan,
Jian, dendrobium, gong, urn, gourd, yi, 斝, goblet, 卣, 罍, 牉, 觯, horn, jue, boat, how do you want him to translate it?"
At this time, Master Ke also walked in from behind and said, "These wine vessels you mentioned are now in ruins and tombs."
Mr. Feng put away his smile and picked up the teapot and said: "Yes, it has been in the tomb for a long time, but there are still people who are holding it today. 'Princes, generals, would rather have their own kind', more than two thousand years ago
Some people have said it and done it, but there are still people who can’t hear or see it.”
The main course that night was braised pork sausage. I opened the bottle of red wine that had not been bought and drank it. Huazhenxing also got a glass. It felt good, but a bit unsatisfactory. After finishing the bottle, the table changed again.
Moutai.
As for the eighteen bottles of wine sold, Princess Ketia used them for the dinner the next day, and introduced them according to Charles's suggestion. All the guests were full of praise. After the dinner, Mr. Mace brought all the wines.
All the bottles were destroyed without leaving any evidence... Hua Zhenxing heard all this from Old Man Yang, and he didn't know how Old Man Yang could be so well-informed.
This is how Hua Zhenxing met Mr. Feng half a year ago. He told the story while walking, which made Ding Qi laugh out loud. After telling the story, the two returned to the Shenyin Gate again.
The bloodstains and traces of the explosion are still there, but at least Charles did not let the Big Head Gang's companions expose their bodies in the wilderness. They took away the bodies and everything they could pack. The wind blew the dust, and it is estimated that the traces on the scene will disappear completely in a short time.
People passing by will not realize what happened here.
Ding Qi said: "No one has been here since they left. There are usually very few people here, right?"
Hua Zhenxing: "Almost no one comes. In this season, even the herders will not come here." At this point, he suddenly remembered something and asked hesitantly, "Teacher Ding, what...
Did you get the barbecue in my backpack?"
Ding Qi was stunned, turned to look at him and said: "What barbecue? I saw you hiding in the cracks of the rocks eating, but why should I take your barbecue?" At this point, he suddenly laughed, "Oh, I
I understand. I didn’t do this, it should be the elders of your family who were joking.”
Hua Zhenxing quickly explained: "Of course I didn't think that Mr. Ding would do such a thing, I was just startled by you. I thought you were the only one who followed me all the way. It seems that there is someone else. Have you noticed it?
?”
Ding Qi: "I didn't notice it. It seems that those seniors are smarter than me. I have been observing you all the way. You are very alert and not easy to get close to. It was only after the assassination was successful that you relaxed a little. There are actually people following you.
It’s not surprising, otherwise how could Senior Yang notify me to come here to find you? You happen to be rushing to the Gate of Shenyin, so I’m on your way.”
Hua Zhenxing confirmed two things. One was that after killing Jin Datou, he was still careless, so much so that he relaxed his vigilance when he concentrated on checking the "system". Second, the person who stole his barbecue was indeed Old Man Yang, and the others
He wouldn't be so naughty. At this time, he heard Ding Qi say again: "Stand beside me!"
The two of them had reached the end of the passage between huge rocks. Ding Qi stopped and seemed to be holding something in his left hand. He stuck a long stick on the ground with his right hand, stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him, and made a circular motion while laughing.
He explained: "Actually, you don't need to gesture like this, but I am used to it, and it was also influenced by Mr. Feng."
As his fingertips slid through the air, it was like a huge door opened in front of him. The doorframe was the huge rocks on both sides. If you didn't know the original landscape of this place, someone had "opened" the door in advance and stood here.
You will hardly find any flaws, and you may even think that the scenery on the other side is like this.
The topography inside the "door" is actually similar to that outside the door, but there are many artificial traces. Looking into the distance is a hillside with many buildings scattered in layers, but it feels like a dilapidated ruins.
The golden light is dazzling from a close distance, and there are large golden murals on the rock walls on both sides that look like arms are spread out. If you look closely, you will see that they are patterns inlaid with gold.
Walking in from the door is an altar-like high platform, built according to the depression of a mountain wall. On the high platform facing the door, there is a skeleton lying on the ground, only a few steps away from the two of them.
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This skeleton is still in a kneeling posture. The skull has rolled aside. There is also a golden crown inlaid with various gemstones on the ground. The clothes on the body have also decayed, leaving only some fragments of fiber fabric. The material of the fabric looks very ordinary. It should be
It is woven with processed plant fibers, but the craftsmanship that is vaguely discernible is very fine, and a large number of patterns are woven and embedded with gold threads.
The remains were also adorned with many ornaments. His right hand should have originally held a short staff that was as long as possible. It was extremely beautifully carved and seemed to be made of the horn of some kind of animal.
Ding Qi actually opened the legendary door of Shenyin. Is the so-called Kingdom of God inside the door? There is such a scene inside. There is no one visible, but there is a corpse kneeling in front of it.