Chapter 159: The Eighth Famous Wine in the World, Wu Hook
"The Han Dynasty also has a place to train talents, called Ziwei Palace, which houses thirteen battalions, one of which is the Assassin Battalion, which specializes in assassinations and secret missions." Niu Li explained.
The Thirteenth Camp of the Han Dynasty and the Ten Pavilions of the Emperor Wu are places of the same nature. They both train talents for their respective countries. The Han Dynasty attaches great importance to talent training, and the system is more complete than that of the Emperor Wu Palace.
"It seems that not only the Tianjiao, but also the Han Dynasty have infiltrated in. There are heavy troops on the border, and assassins are assassinating them. It's a two-pronged strategy. What a powerful strategy!" Yun Tuan frowned.
The third prince of the Han Dynasty, Liu Sheng, is now one of the thirty-six holy sons of the Shinto leader Taize Dian. There is a shadow of Shinto behind the big man, plus the support of Tianjiao and at least two Taoist ancestors.
"It's too early to draw conclusions now. Let's go up to the mountain temple and have a look first!" Bai Ye said. He flapped his wings heavily, and the strong wind roared, shooting out like lightning. Yun Tuanyan and Niu Li quickly followed up, and occasionally encountered
Fierce beasts are all killed quickly.
A blue light curtain appeared in the field of vision, covering an area on the top of the mountain. This should be the divine light mentioned by Niu Li. As soon as he stepped into the range of the divine light, Bai Ye felt at ease, as if walking in Yunyan Village, friendly and peaceful.
"It's safe." Niu Li breathed a sigh of relief. As the lord of a city, he held a humane official position and had the power to restrain evil spirits in the mortal world. He could even suppress 30% of the power of creatures other than human beings, but there was a limit.
Not far away, an ancient and vicissitudes of temple stands in the center of the mountain top. The cloud patterns on the walls made of holy gold and ambergris have become decayed and mottled, full of traces of time.
The temple door opened with a creak, and a nine-foot middle-aged man walked out. He was dressed in a dark, four-clawed python robe. He had an average appearance and two fist-sized meatballs on his head. He did not look like an ordinary person.
You must know that the black dragon robe is the symbol of the former Qin Shi Huang, the only one in the world. Even the later King Xiang of Han made dragon robes in other colors.
The python robe is a symbol of the prince. After the First Emperor unified the world, he divided the eighteen princes into feudal princes. Among them, there was absolutely no Jiuying Demon Lord.
The middle-aged man in the python robe was none other than the Jiuying Demon King. He came up to them with an easy-going look, glanced at the three of them, and then turned his attention to Bai Ye, who was standing half a step in front of them. He thought to himself: It smells so familiar.
"Disciples of the Wuhuang Palace, Bai Ye, Yun Tuan, and Niu Li have met Lord Mountain God!" Bai Ye and the other three bowed to the Nine Infant Demon Lord as monks and said respectfully. In terms of seniority, they are all their seniors. This is a living ancient time.
legend.
The middle-aged man in the python robe laughed and returned the gift, looked at Bai Ye and said: "So the treasure that Brother Hua mentioned is you. Yes, you will be feared in the future!"
He was fortunate enough to have met the First Emperor several times. He could not comment on that man, but he agreed with Dugu Gantian's comment: There has never been anyone like him before, and there will never be anyone like him in the future. There is no one like him before and no one will come after him.
Yun Tuan and Niu Li didn't know what it meant, but Bai Ye was shocked. This was his secret. Once exposed, it would bring disaster to his life, and the Hua brother he mentioned should be his master Wang Hua.
"Sir, we are here this time about the missing food and grass. What do you know, sir?" Bai Ye blinked and changed the subject.
His voice was respectful. Jiuying Yaojun was a well-known figure for a long time. He was by no means an opponent and should be treated with caution.
Since ancient times, with strength comes dignity and inferiority. This is an eternal truth. Strength can be wealth, beauty, or wisdom.
"No hurry, sit down and have a glass of wine, it's not too late." The young man in the python robe waved his hand, and a mahogany table and four wooden stools appeared out of thin air beside him. On the table were placed a white jade wine bottle and four
Beautiful moiré wine glass.
The middle-aged man in Mangpao picked up the jug and poured wine. The wine was fragrant and fragrant. He said slowly: "This wine is called Wu Gou. It is the eighth of the top ten famous wines in the world. There was a poem saying: Why don't men bring Wu Gou and collect it from the fifteen states of Guanshan?"
.That’s what it says.”
“Does wine also have rankings?”
Bai Ye became interested. He was also a good drinker, but he didn't know that wine also had rankings. In his eyes, Erhong was already the best wine. It was as sweet as fire in the mouth and could withstand the aftertaste.
After filling four glasses, the middle-aged man in Mangpao gently put down the wine bottle. His aura changed like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath, and said: "Of course there is a ranking. There is always a shortage of good people in this world. A world without beauties is not a world, and a world without fine wine is not a world."
In the world of rivers and lakes, other paths are always declining, but the wine path is always flourishing."
He stretched out his hand to signal the three of them to drink, then he picked up a glass and took a sip, closed his eyes, his face was full of intoxication, smacked his lips and drank it all in one gulp.
Bai Ye felt itchy like a cat scratching his heart. He took the first step to pick up a glass of wine, followed the example of the middle-aged man in the python robe and put it to his lips and took a sip. He frowned, feeling sour and bitter that he almost spit it out.
"Swallow it slowly, follow it down your throat, and feel it flowing in your body..." The middle-aged mangpao's words rang in his ears, and Bai Ye forced to swallow it with a grimace, as if it was choked in his throat, and the pain reached his stomach.
"It's so bitter, can this be considered a famous wine?"
Bai Ye frowned. The bitterness was nothing, but this wine made him even more confused. Can it be considered a famous wine if it tastes so bad?
The middle-aged man in the python robe told him not to be anxious. After a while, a warmth rose from his stomach. A warm and fragrant fragrance spread from the stomach to the whole body, and finally returned to the brain. The white night seemed to be in a fairyland, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time. The middle-aged man in the robe woke up.
However, Bai Ye's mood could not calm down for a long time.
"The king of Yue lay down on the firewood and tasted the courage. After all the hardships, the sweetness comes. This is the true taste of this wine!" The middle-aged man in python robe said with a smile.
Bai Ye was shocked. He had read the story of the King of Yue, and what shocked him the most was the sentence "Three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu". He yearned for these heroes.
Yun Tuan and Niu Li also took a sip and drank it all with grimaces. They were both not good at drinking, so naturally they didn't understand the fun. Bai Ye secretly wasted two glasses of good wine.
The middle-aged man in the python robe waved his sleeves and disappeared, including the wine and the table. He said: "Wu Zheng's wine is strong and has a lot of energy left. One cup is your limit."
Indeed, Bai Ye was a little drunk but still sober. He heard the middle-aged man in the python robe laugh and said: "You are a good drinker like them, but their ability to drink is much better than you."
Bai Ye noticed the 'they' in his words and wondered: "Who are they? Your friends?"
"That's right!"
Jiuying Demon Lord's eyes suddenly became dazed, as if he was lost in memories, and whispered: "The three giants that once covered the sky, one was Tao, the second was Tianxia, and the third was rivers and lakes. Now that Tao has passed away, only the world and rivers and lakes are left. Beiliang!
Beiliang, I hope you can join hands with Brother Hua again..."
No one knows what his words mean. Perhaps only some ancient ancestor giants who have lived for countless thousands of years know. Bai Ye guesses that the three giants must be three people. One represents Tao, one represents the world, and one represents Jianghu. Now the person representing Tao has died.
, the remaining two people don’t seem to have a good relationship.
"Well, if you have time in the future, go to Beiliang. There are people you want to see and people who want to see you there." The middle-aged man in the python robe stared at Bai Ye with complicated eyes for a while and sighed.
"I'll be there."
Beiliang was the place where Master Wang Hua asked him to go before he left the mountain. However, he accidentally entered the Demon Sect. Later he found out that Master wanted him to cultivate humanity, and Beiliang was a sacred place for humanity. Even for a big man, it was just a symbol.
They were given official and land titles. In name, Beiliang belonged to the Han Dynasty, but in reality it was autonomous.