He sat down hurriedly: "Here I come, here I come!"

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhuo couldn't help but sigh inwardly: The last time Ning Zhuo sent tea to Linghu Jiu, although he was happy, he was definitely not as excited as he is now.

Ning Zhuo used the finger techniques for opening the altar taught by Zhu Xuanji in the letter and successfully opened the mud seal.

In an instant, the aroma of wine wafted out and filled the entire cave.

When Linghu Jiu smelled it for the first time, he blurted out: "Oh? It's our country's national cellar!"

His eyes lit up and his Adam's apple rolled with excitement: "Wow, this is a hundred-year-old Guojiao Acacia wine, it's rare."

"Brother, where did you get it? I have asked others to buy it many times. There are many national cellar spirit wines on the market, but it is extremely difficult to get a national cellar that is hundreds of years old."

"Thanks to my good fortune, I'm really blessed to have this meal, hahahaha."

Ning Zhuo smiled and poured a full bowl for Linghu Jiu and himself.

The two men clinked their wine bowls together and began to drink.

In the stone bowl, the color of the Acacia wine was like crimson pearls, clear and bright, reflecting the expectant faces of the two people.

With a gentle sniff, the aroma of wine mixed with the faint scent of red beans is gentle yet distant.

As soon as the wine enters your mouth, it is soft and smooth, warm like the first spring dew. The light sweetness of red beans melts on the tip of your tongue, bringing with it a wisp of emotion, and then the mellow aftertaste reveals a hint of bitterness, like the long-standing longing that has not dissipated, pressing on your heart for a long time.

The two of them savored it carefully, and were speechless for a while.

After a long while, Linghu Liquor broke the silence: "The century-old national cellar is indeed worthy of its reputation! It tastes mild on the palate, like the sweetness of red beans, and contains the mellow and rich aroma of a century of brewing. The meaning of lovesickness is ethereal, but it feels heavy when you taste it carefully."

"A hundred years have passed, but I still miss you..." Ning Zhuo also sighed, "The older this wine is, the more I miss you. It's a good wine, really a good wine!"

Ning Zhuo recently tasted three kinds of wine, namely Bingyu Wine, Yousi Mingniang and Acacia Wine.

Of the first two, Bingyu Wine can bring spirit and qi, and quickly improve the cultivation of the sea of ​​qi. Linghu Wine also benefits a lot from this. Yousi Ming Brew, regardless of whether it is real wine or fake wine, can communicate yin and yang and bring the wisdom of the sages.

Both of these wines have powerful effects.

But Acacia wine is different from the first two. It seems more luxurious, but it just makes people feel the lovesickness.

This wine is difficult to preserve.

Because lovesickness 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 changeable and human feelings are forgetful. The flow of time can wash away everything and wear away everything.

It is difficult for a relationship to last for years or even decades. As for a hundred years? It is even rarer.

This is because the life span of an ordinary person is only a hundred years. What kind of emotion can make people miss it for a lifetime? Once upon a time, the emperor of Nandou wanted to express this emotion.

It is said that the acacia wine she designed and brewed personally still exists today.

She wanted to give it to someone, but she had never successfully given away a jar of this fine wine! The production of Acacia Wine is very difficult, and it requires the chef to have a strong love for love in order to make it.

It is also very difficult to preserve Acacia wine, as the Acacia contained in it needs to last for a long time.

Therefore, there are very few acacia wines on the market that are a hundred years old. Once they are more than a few decades old, the acacia wine itself will deteriorate and become difficult to drink.

But today, Ning Zhuo and Linghu Jiu 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 his mother has turned into a machine, accompanying him, seemingly close, but still far away.

The second target, the Fetal Breathing Spirit Boat, was too far away and too huge. Until now, Ning Zhuo had not found a feasible way to burn it.

Linghu Jiu was thinking about his junior sister Lin Shanshan.

The taste of lovesick wine melted in his mouth, as if thousands of silk threads were gently wrapped around his heart.

He was adopted by Lin Bufan when he was very young and watched Lin Shanshan grow up little by little.

Those sweet and brief moments he and Lin Shanshan spent together seemed to be lengthened by the passage of time in this wine, becoming even more profound and long-lasting.

The lovesick wine transformed every thought in Linghu Jiu's heart into drops of wine, which gradually spread in his heart.

"Life is like wine, and longing is like a song." Linghu Jiu said sadly, "Some longings will eventually fade away with the passage of time, but some longings will become deeper and deeper as time goes by!"

The atmosphere of the two drinking this time was very different from the previous time. The previous time was passionate, this time was affectionate.

After three rounds of drinking, Ning Zhuo directly told his situation: "Brother Linghu, I have recently drunk the Yousi Ming Brew again, but without any guidance from my ancestors."

Linghu Jiu pointed at Ning Zhuo and said, "This situation is absolutely normal."

"You must know that drinking this wine only provides us with an opportunity to communicate with the sages in the underworld."

"At some point in time, if the sages in the underworld are interested and have time, and see that you and I are pleasing to the eye, they will be willing to give us some advice."

"Most of the time when I drink the Brew of Thought, nothing happens. Even if something happens, most of the time it is just vague mumblings that are difficult to understand. I can only rely on my own talents to gain insights from these mumblings and gain benefits."

"My dear brother, your last burst of luck was not normal."

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "I see."

He looked at Linghu Jiu deeply and was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that he looked strange and was staring at him, Linghu Jiu couldn't help but smile: "Brother, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Ning Zhuo did not use the life-threatening trick, so he could not use the Buddha's Heart Demon Seal to sense the deep inner heart of Linghu Jiu.

However, relying on his own life experience of more than ten years and his understanding of human nature, he was sure of Linghu Jiu's sincerity.

Ning Zhuo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he mustered up his courage and spoke frankly.

He first said that he had asked the Ning family's Jindan ancestor for the wine recipe, but was sternly rejected by Lin Bufan, leaving no room for negotiation.

The wine was then given to the spiritual chef to taste, and the latter was asked to try to identify the recipe of the wine, but the result was an unexpected evaluation.

Linghu Jiu was very surprised when he heard this: "You said that Yousi Mingniang is fake wine? It actually has no function of communicating with the sages in the underworld?"

Linghu Jiu shook his head and said firmly: "This is the wine that Master gave me personally, and he also ordered me to... keep this secret."

Speaking of this, Linghu Jiu felt a little unnatural.

He is lazy and carefree by nature. To put it bluntly, when he gets emotional, he often forgets about the instructions given to him.

The best example is Yousi Ming Brewing.

His master clearly asked him to keep the secret strictly, but in Linghu Jiu's opinion, this wine was something he had a natural talent for, and most of the time it was ineffective when he drank it, so its value was not high.

Therefore, the last time he saw Ning Zhuo and found he liked him, he took it out and let Ning Zhuo drink.

Ning Zhuo saw that Linghu Jiu trusted Lin Bufan very much, so he said, "I heard from my brother last time that Lord Lin Bufan personally went to great lengths to find a chef to design this wine recipe for my brother's matter."

"I dare to make a disrespectful guess: maybe Lord Lin Bufan was also deceived? After all, he is not a spiritual chef. Among the hundreds of arts of cultivation, he is already a scholar who can involve spiritual plants, medical treatment and alchemy."

"Every profession has its own specializations. It's possible to be deceived, right?"

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Linghu Jiu nodded: "Indeed."

He immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for telling me about this matter, I will report it to Master on a certain day."

Ning Zhuo raised his hand: "Brother Linghu, I have some interesting information to tell you. It is related to the Five Elements Divine Lord..."

After listening to this, Linghu Jiu immediately fell into deep thought.

He raised his head and stared at Ning Zhuo: "I already know what you mean, brother. You mean there is a problem here!"

He pointed at the cave.

"That's right." Ning Zhuo clapped his hands and laughed, "The ancient Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain, today's Ten Thousand Monsters Cave, the Five Elements Divine Lord once fell here. Did he leave anything behind? So that he can still influence the outside world today."

"Last time, after I went back, the alcohol had worn off, and I was still under the willow tree in Lingyin. I received his guidance again, and my Five Elements Realm had a terrifying improvement that changed the world."

"Whether from the perspective of Yin Shou or You Si Ming Brew, this is not normal."

Linghu Jiu laughed loudly and stood up: "Interesting, interesting!"

"I was punished by my master to be confined here, and this is where I stay most often. I thought it was nothing special, but after hearing what you said, I feel a little confused."

"Why don't we go together while we're drunk and explore the Ten Thousand Demons Cave together? Anyway, I was sent here as punishment, and I have the responsibility to guard it."

Ning Zhuo was overjoyed: "I really want to ask for it, brother, please!"

The two walked side by side and went deep into the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.

The cave was dark, the stone steps underfoot were damp and slippery, and the sound of water dripping on the rock walls echoed all around, as if the cave had its own life, silently telling the secrets of time.

Ning Zhuo and Linghu Jiu both pinched their fingers and emitted light, illuminating the surroundings and the road ahead.

As they walked down the stairs, the air became increasingly dull. The two communicated through voice transmission, and only the sound of their footsteps echoed in the silent cave.

After walking for a while, the artificial traces such as the stone stairs have disappeared.

The darkness grew deeper and deeper, and even though the two of them used up their magic power to maintain the bright light, its range was significantly compressed.

The path in the cave began to become steep. In some places, two people could only pass through sideways, one in front and one behind.

Ning Zhuo could clearly feel that he was sloping downward, getting deeper and deeper underground.

He began to hear the faint sound of water.

It was not the sound of water dripping from the stone walls along the way, but the sound of the river.

Linghu Jiu was quite familiar with the route, and whenever there was a fork in the road, he would tell Ning Zhuo that those were dead ends.

"Sometimes I was in solitary confinement and was extremely bored, so I would go deep underground and explore on my own."

"Don't be afraid of being laughed at by my dear brother. I have often hoped that some monsters would appear and let me kill them. Either to relieve my boredom, or to make meritorious deeds so that Master can release me from confinement."

“I always come back empty-handed.”

"There were monsters and even a beast tide in the Ten Thousand Monsters Cave before. But in the past hundred years, everything has been peaceful."

"The biggest unusual movement was when your Ning family suddenly broke into our Wanyao Valley along the underground river."

Linghu Jiu conveyed the message.

Ning Zhuo smiled and echoed the message.

The two talked as they walked.

After turning a corner, Ning Zhuo's eyes suddenly opened up - they had entered an enormous underground cave.

The dome of the cave hangs high, like a sky curtain, dotted with countless fluorescent stones, flashing like starlight, making the whole cave look like a dream. Vine-like crystals hang down from the cave walls, like dripping icicles, with a faint glow flowing between movement and stillness.

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but stop to appreciate the beautiful scenery before 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.

"As you pass through here, you will gradually see signs of life."

"In about another cup of tea, we will be able to reach the underground river. Can you imagine that there is a big river flowing deep underground?"

“Haha, that’s also a wonderful sight!”

Linghu Jiu didn't really care about verifying Ning Zhuo's conjecture. He thought that it wouldn't be a waste of effort to guide Ning Zhuo through the book.

But the next moment, Ning Zhuo's expression changed suddenly.

Because Ning Zhuo seemed to hear a voice.

He was very familiar with that voice, it was the voice of the Five Elements Lord - boy, did you come here just to see me? Haha, look at that stalactite, study it carefully! That's the portal.

(End of this chapter)