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Halfway through Li Xunhuan's sentence, the wandering swordsman who was about to offer Li Xunhuan a drink began to cough violently.
md!
He's gone too far with his boasting; I only have two hundred taels of silver on me.
Forget it, words spoken are like water spilled; I'll never brag again.
Besides, it's still worth it to treat Little Li Flying Dagger to drinks, even if it costs 180 taels.
"One hundred and eighty taels for a jar is indeed a bit expensive. But since it's wine from Ping An Inn, it must be worth the price."
"One cup!"
The boastful passerby: ? ? ?
"What cup?"
"Three Lives Wine, 180 taels per cup..."
""
Do you want to hear what you're saying? One hundred and eighty taels a cup.
Is your wine made of gold?!
Everyone's lips were twitching, and everyone was cursing in their hearts.
However, due to Mr. Li's reputation, everyone only cursed him in their hearts.
"Cough cough!"
"One hundred and eighty taels a cup is understandable; who knows, the cups here might be quite large?"
"100 pairs of Linglong, 167 pairs!" 1055
"That's right, drinking from big bowls is much more fun."
Many martial arts practitioners began to deceive themselves. Then, Li Xunhuan took out a cup from the counter.
This cup is very small and exquisite; if you put a quail egg in it, it will just fill the cup.
""
That's going too far! Could this cup be any smaller?
Even if you used this cup to hold gold dust, it probably wouldn't hold an ounce.
Do you know that one tael of gold can only be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver, yet you dare to sell a cup of wine for one hundred and eighty taels?
Why not just rob it!
Everyone was doing their best to calm their anger.
“Scholar, since this wine dares to sell for 180 taels a cup, there must be a reason for it.”
"Why don't you tell us about it?"
"Of course, this wine is made from bamboo shoots, and a secret method is also used to assist in the brewing process."
"After the wine is brewed, it is poured into newly grown green bamboo using sharp tools."
"The interval between these periods should not exceed twelve hours; if it does, the wine will turn sour."
"Once everything is done, then all that's left is to quietly wait for the wine to be made."
"Bamboo withers every sixty years, which means this wine can only be drunk after sixty years."
"After the bamboo withers, the wine should be taken out immediately and stored in a bamboo container, otherwise it will be contaminated with foul air."
"But even if it is stored in a bamboo container, this wine cannot be taken out for more than a month."
"Moreover, those withered bamboos are also very useful; they are the firewood used when brewing wine."
"Bamboo shoots, green bamboo, withered bamboo."
"The three time periods represent a cycle of bamboo growth, hence the name of this wine, 'Three Lives.'"
Chapter 373 Drink the wine in the cup, and look back on three lifetimes.
After hearing Li Xunhuan's description, everyone suddenly felt that 180 taels a cup of wine didn't seem so expensive.
"Give me a drink!"
The wandering swordsman just now slammed two silver ingots onto the counter.
Seeing this, Li Xunhuan carefully removed the cork from the wine bottle and slowly tilted the bamboo tube in his hand.
A stream of amber-colored liquid poured down.
In an instant, the aroma of the wine filled the entire inn. Closing their eyes and carefully sensing it, everyone felt as if they were immersed in the waves of a bamboo forest.
"Gulu!"
The sound of swallowing interrupted everyone's thoughts; the wandering swordsman stared intently at the cup of wine in front of him.
Li Xunhuan, however, stared at the wandering swordsman.
Li Xunhuan: You just said you'd treat me to a drink, you can't go back on your word.
"Cough cough!"
"Your third-place scholar, you haven't drunk your three-life wine this month yet, have you?"
"Why don't you pour a few more glasses, and we can drink together?"
Li Xunhuan:
You won't even offer me a drink, but you still want to drink mine!
Seeing that Li Xunhuan was pretending to be deaf and dumb, Jianghu stopped asking questions and cautiously reached out his right hand to take the cup of wine in front of him.
Raise your glass, tilt your head back, and drink the wine in one gulp.
The entire inn fell silent, everyone waiting for his reaction.
Tick tock!
A single tear fell to the ground, and a smile appeared on the lips of the wandering swordsman.
"Hey bro, how does this drink taste?"
Some eager martial arts practitioners have already begun to ask questions.
"The experience is beyond my ability to describe."
All I can say is, drink the wine in my cup and look back on my three lifetimes.
"Sansheng Wine, the wine lives up to its name!"
After saying that, the wandering swordsman turned and left, and his companion hurriedly asked.
"Where are you going? The storytelling performance is about to begin."
The wandering swordsman waved his hand with his back to his companion and said, "Next time! I suddenly realized that I haven't seen enough of this martial world yet, and I want to go back and see it again."
"Peace Inn is nice, but it's still outside the martial world. My home is in the martial world!"
As he spoke, the wandering swordsman's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.
His silhouette exuded an indescribable air of elegance.
Looking at the complete stranger, the crowd was filled with a myriad of thoughts.
Family?
In this vast world, where is home?
A poem says, "Where my heart finds peace is my home."
But in the world of martial arts, where can one find peace of mind, or rather, where can one not find peace of mind?
Perhaps this is what it means to be a person of the martial arts world.
Nowhere is home, yet everywhere is home; a celestial fragrance drifts to the ends of the earth; a thousandfold longing travels to the ends of the earth.
Room No. 3, Tianzi.
Ximen Chuixue drank the "Sansheng" wine in one gulp. The mellow wine exploded on his taste buds and finally flowed down his throat into his stomach.
After drinking a cup of Three Lives Wine, the melancholy in Ximen Chuixue's eyes deepened.
Swordsmanship, a beloved person—how should one choose between them?
Sun Xiuqing and Lu Xiaofeng, who were standing nearby, also drank the Three Lives Wine.
However, after each person drinks the Three Lives Wine, their eyes reveal different emotions.
Ximen Chuixue drank with a sense of indecision, Sun Xiuqing drank with a sense of no regrets, while Lu Xiaofeng drank with sadness.
"A phoenix among men, soaring through the nine heavens; though lacking the magic touch, even his eyebrows are magnificent."
"His fame rivals that of Chu Liuxiang, and he is no less than the third-ranked scholar in the imperial examinations. His loyalty and friendship are priceless, and the riverside pavilion is filled with flowers."
"Standing amidst the blowing snow and wind, roaming the world to pluck stars, with such friends, what more could I ask for in this life?" (Excerpt from Gu Long's original work.)
This is how Lu Xiaofeng is regarded in the martial arts world.
In the eyes of the world, Lu Xiaofeng is carefree, passionate, and unrestrained.
Whenever he's around, he always seems to be able to lighten the mood.
But no one knows that such a carefree person had a painful past.
Such a sentimental person always has an unforgettable figure in his heart.
"Ah~"
With a soft sigh, Lu Xiaofeng's voice carried a hint of melancholy.
"Should we tell Mr. Li about that?"
Upon hearing this, Ximen Chuixue shook his head.
"No need, nothing in this world can be hidden from Mr. Li's eyes."
Hearing Ximen Chuixue's words, Lu Xiaofeng gave a wry smile.
"Mr. Li always says that human strength has its limits, but I didn't really agree with that statement before."