Volume 2, Chapter 215: The ancient sword is cold and dim, having been forged for thousands of years.

Soon, the two of them caught all the big fish in front of them.

All around the fire, gnawed white skeletons were scattered all over the ground.

The sunset is even more yellow.

Like egg yolk, the clouds glowed with orange.

The little fellow touched his round, white belly and said, "You grilled fish very well." To be honest, this was the best meal he and his senior brother had had since they came down the mountain.

Normally, we eat dry food in order to travel faster.

Moreover, his senior brother’s cooking skills are hard to describe.

As for him...

Ye Tingmu was lying on the ground on his side, supporting his head with one hand, holding a grass root in the other, and kicking his teeth like a startled wild goose.

In fact, the way I picked my teeth when I was a child was learned from him.

It’s just that Ye Tingmu rarely does that in front of others.

I have eaten my fill today. I haven't eaten since I entered the path of reincarnation, although I don't feel hungry at all.

But this does not affect his mental and physical satisfaction at the moment.

He also said to the little guy in front of him: "Your salt is not bad either."

"Haha... yes, this is the top-grade salt from Broken Sword Mountain." He was very proud, and his teenage face was full of satisfaction.

As he said this he patted his waist.

A white light flashed in the storage bag, and then a wine jar appeared in his hand.

Then, with a thought, two exquisite jade cups appeared.

"Bang..." sound.

The cork in the wine jar was then pulled out.

A faint fragrance permeates the air.

"Come on, you treat me to fish and I treat you to wine, it's also a courtesy."

Ye Tingmu's eyes flashed, and he asked in surprise: "How old are you, and you're already drinking?"

Such a scene made him think of Jinghong.

People are like this. Once you raise your own children, when your children are not around, you can associate anyone you see with your own children.

I don’t know how Jinghong is doing, or whether he has caused any trouble.

Will you fall in love with someone?

The little fellow held the wine jar, which was bigger than his head, and steadily filled the two cups in front of him.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You don't understand. This is our Broken Sword Mountain's aphrodisiac wine. Drinking more won't harm your body, but drinking less can strengthen your bones and muscles and increase your masculinity. My master said that drinking is a science, an art, and a required course for a practitioner."

"If you want to be able to drink well, you have to start from a young age. To be honest, I have been drinking since I was five years old, and I could drink three pounds of wine without getting drunk when I was ten years old. Now I have been drinking for nearly ten years. It is no exaggeration to say that my drinking capacity can compete with that of the emperor, and I am not inferior."

Ye Tingmu's eyebrows twitched when he heard his words. He always felt that this boy's master didn't seem like a good person.

But there is some truth in what he said, it's just a twisted logic, but a twisted logic is still a logic.

He took the wine handed to him by the little guy and took a sip.

The aroma of the wine is strong, but also pungent. You can tell it is a strong liquor as soon as you smell it.

"Come on, do it."

After saying this, without waiting for Ye Tingmu to reply, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he smacked his lips, a look of contentment on his little face.

"It's great, a glass of wine after dinner, better than a living god."

Ye Tingmu couldn't help but chuckle.

I also took a sip.

The wine goes down the throat and there is a burning sensation.

When it enters the lungs, warmth starts from the dantian.

I have to say, this is worthy of being a three-day wine, it is mellow and strong enough, and makes you feel relaxed both physically and mentally after drinking it.

Moreover, the Yang energy is stored in the Dantian, which is worthy of the word "yang-strengthening".

I just don't know if there will be any side effects if I drink too much.

"How is it? Is it okay?"

In response to the little guy's question, Ye Tingmu pursed his lips.

Said: "The wine is good, another glass."

"Haha, don't drink too much." He paused here and changed his tone.

"But I'm happy today, so it's okay to drink a little more."

"Haha, you're quite interesting, little guy. I know someone who also loves to drink."

The little guy was in high spirits when he heard that he was coming. He stopped pouring wine and looked up at him.

Asked: "Oh.....how much alcohol can this person drink?"

Ye Tingmu seemed to be smiling, but he was actually very proud.

"You could say that she doesn't get drunk unless God makes her drunk. Her alcohol tolerance can no longer be measured by the pound, but only by the day."

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Although he knew Ye Tingmu's general meaning, which was that this man could drink quite well, but when he heard the phrase "calculated by the day", he was indeed a little confused.

Ye Tingmu's mouth curled up slightly, and he continued to smile: "It means to drink it all the time, and to drink it for a few days."

"Hiss... that's an exaggeration."

"I can lie to you."

The little guy continued to pour wine, "If there really is such a person, I must meet him. I wonder if you can introduce him to me, brother."

"Sure, sure."

Taking the newly poured wine, Ye Tingmu said casually.

But the second half of the sentence was not said, because that would happen a thousand years later.

Although there was still a smile on his lips, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Scenes from the past always come to mind after eating and drinking.

Looking at the setting sun, which casts neon yellow all over the ground, I am heartbroken with longing for you.

I just hope the night won’t be too long, and that the moonlight will be bright enough to drown out the loneliness and confusion in my heart.

The two chatted slowly and drank glass after glass of wine.

Ye Tingmu looked at the little guy who was only wearing shorts.

I couldn't help but feel a little sorry.

"Excuse me for taking your clothes off?"

The little guy was a little tipsy.

He waved his hand nonchalantly.

"We're all brothers, why are you saying this!" He patted his fair belly and continued with a grin, "Besides, I find it's quite comfortable and cool to be naked. Worldly clothes are just shackles to me."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu couldn't help but shake his head. This kid doesn't look like a good person. He even has an exhibitionist fetish.

But it doesn't matter.

We just met, but we are destined to be apart.

But before that, we have to get the real business done.

"Oh, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

Upon hearing this, the little guy stood up and patted his chest.

A convincing argument.

"My last name is Baili, my given name is Qianqiu, Baili Qianqiu, and that fellow is called Baili Jianhan."

The young man lying on the ground, upon hearing this, his forehead twitched and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.

What is that thing?

This kid ate a few of other people's fish and even forgot his own last name.

Ye Tingmu touched his chin.

Whispering softly.

"Jian Han, Qianqiu."

Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I raised my glass to look at the setting sun.

Under the influence of a little alcohol, he said loudly: "The ancient sword is cold and dim, forged for thousands of years, what a good name."

Hearing this, both of them were shocked.

Baili Qianqiu raised his little head, with a gleam in his eyes.

I read it again excitedly.

"The ancient sword is cold and dim, forged for thousands of years. What a beautiful poem, what a literary talent. May I ask if you wrote this?"

Ye Tingmu coughed lightly and said seriously, "Of course, it's fate that we met, so I'll give you this poem, hahahaha."

"Okay, great, I like it."