Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Yao Xun looked at Zuo Feng with a playful expression. He had mentioned several advantages in a row before, which completely destroyed Zuo Feng's psychological defense, and he seemed to enjoy seeing the reaction of the boy opposite.

Zuo Feng's face was full of helplessness and embarrassment. He never thought that he was a person who lacked strategy and wisdom, but when facing the sloppy old man in front of him, he was at a disadvantage in every matter. Zuo Feng originally just wanted to use the excuse that the other party asked him to make wine to save face from Yao Xun or even get some benefits, but he didn't expect that he would end up humiliating himself.

Zuo Feng shook his head helplessly and turned his eyes to the metal container on the side. This container looked a bit like a bucket in the village, but it was larger than an ordinary bucket. Although Ding Hao had explained the method and steps of winemaking to Zuo Feng in detail, at that time Zuo Feng was just curious about what medicinal materials he used to make wine.

But he didn't expect Ding Hao's obsession with wine was far beyond his imagination. Ding Hao thought Zuo Feng wanted to study winemaking and explained it excitedly. From material selection to processing and finally how to seal, almost every detail was explained without missing out.

Now the moment Zuo Feng saw the metal barrel, he understood that this was the most important utensil for brewing wine that Ding Hao mentioned, and it was a container specially used for brewing some special wines for warriors.

The old man didn't seem to be very hungry. After simply eating something, he turned around and lay down on the straw mat next to the straw shed. It didn't seem that he wanted Zuo Feng to brew wine immediately.

Zuo Feng ignored Yao Xun, but walked to the side of the metal container and stared at the big guy in a daze. If he remembered correctly, Ding Hao had mentioned this thing once, and it seemed to be called a jar pot. Although Ding Hao had also described this thing, seeing it with his own eyes at this time still made Zuo Feng feel a little curious.

Although the jar pot looked like ordinary metal on the outside, Zuo Feng gently knocked it a few times and found that it was more solid than his own medicine furnace. It seemed that the hardness should be close to the level of the medicine cauldron. Since Zuo Feng began to study refining medicine and refining tools, he has seriously studied these furnaces and cauldrons.

Whether it is a furnace or a tripod, its material and shape are for the purpose of making the final product. Of course, the bucket-like shape of the urn in front of you must have its meaning. There are four slots on both sides of the urn, and you can remove the lid by pressing it gently.

He opened the lid and looked inside. There were four spaces, one large and three small, and they were connected by a metal pipe. This was exactly the same as what Ding Hao had introduced to him. Zuo Feng nodded slightly and put the lid back in place.

He walked back to the small table slowly, moved the remaining dishes on the table to the side, took out a pen and paper and started writing on it. What Zuo Feng wrote was the medicinal materials used to refine "Forget Worry Drunk". Zuo Feng wrote very slowly, and he would stop and think for a while after writing each name of the medicine.

Zuo Feng did not doubt that there was something wrong with the medicinal materials that Ding Hao told him, and Yao Xun, who was beside him, also said the names of the medicinal materials after drinking Forget Worry Drunk, and what they said was exactly the same. But even so, Zuo Feng had to study these herbs carefully, just like he did when refining medicine. He had to study all the herbs used, so that he could be more handy in the process of refining.

Because he had rested enough before, Zuo Feng studied until the sky gradually began to brighten, and then he felt a little sleepy and fell asleep on the table.

When Zuo Feng woke up, he found that the hut was empty and he was the only one there. In addition to the leftover dishes from last night, there was a huge package on the ground beside him. Zuo Feng didn't even need to open the package, and he could smell the materials used for brewing wine with his nose.

He didn't rush to brew wine, and he didn't disdain to grab the leftovers on the table and stuffed them into his mouth. He knew that brewing wine not only required abundant spiritual power, but also required the best physical strength and energy. Because Zuo Feng would automatically run the soul fusion skill during sleep, his spiritual power had been restored to almost nothing at this time, and there was no big problem with his physical strength after a sleep. As long as he filled his stomach, he could start brewing wine.

Soon Zuo Feng cleared the leftovers on the table, then stood up and stretched. He wanted to wash up simply, but after looking around, there was no place around the straw shed where he could wash up. Finally, Zuo Feng's eyes fell on the wine pot on the table. Zuo Feng recognized that it was the wine pot that Yao Xun used to drink last night.

He picked up the wine pot and shook it. There was still a small pot in it. Zuo Feng poured out the wine in the pot without hesitation, and then wiped it on his face. Then Zuo Feng's face turned red because of the strong liquor. At the same time, he coughed a few times and cursed in a low voice, "What a broken wine."

When Zuo Feng picked up the wine pot, an old voice sounded in the shadow of a corner far away from the straw shed, "Huh." Later, when Zuo Feng poured out the wine in the wine pot to wash his face, there was an angry gasp in the shadow. Soon, when Zuo Feng muttered, there was no sound in the shadow. It took a long time before a sound that sounded like laughing and crying came.

Zuo Feng was not aware of the sound in the distant shadows, because after washing his face with wine, he focused all his attention on the bag of herbs. He couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect to use this wine to wash my face. Although I felt very hot, my mind seemed to be clearer than usual. I really don't know what this crappy wine is all about."

When Zuo Feng finished speaking, a figure in the shadows in the distance shook and almost appeared from the corner of the wall. The last voice said coldly: "Little bastard, you actually wasted my Shibudao like this. This wine is the strongest wine I have ever drunk. Why didn't you just burn your face off?"

The old man muttered a few words, then he became quiet and paid attention to the movements of Zuo Feng's hands. Soon the old man made a surprised sound again, but this time it was really hard for him to believe.

At this time, Zuo Feng was doing something that he thought was extremely common, cleaning the medicinal materials. Generally, almost no one would clean the medicinal materials when refining medicine, unless some fresh vines or mosses medicinal materials, the surface of the medicinal materials attached to some dirt and other things, under normal circumstances, do not need to be cleaned.

Because the main means of refining medicine is flame, these flames will even remove all the impurities of the medicinal materials themselves during the extraction process, so how can they care about the dirt and other things attached to them? But brewing is another matter. He needs to use the medicinal materials themselves, which naturally includes those parts that are not used in refining medicine, so it is necessary to clean the surface of the medicinal materials appropriately.

What surprised the old man was not Zuo Feng's action of cleaning the medicinal materials, but Zuo Feng's method and steps in cleaning the medicinal materials. Zuo Feng first classified the medicinal materials according to their properties. This step of picking medicinal materials seemed to have penetrated into Zuo Feng's bones.

After picking the medicinal materials, he took out a relatively large piece of oil paper and spread it under the scorching sun, and then began to clean the surface of the medicinal materials, and carefully placed the cleaned medicinal materials on the oil paper.

The oil paper quickly became hot under the scorching sun, and the medicinal materials placed on it soon began to shrink and dehydrate. The old man was a little surprised when he saw this practice. After cleaning all the medicinal materials, Zuo Feng sat aside and silently observed that all the medicinal materials were dehydrated after being roasted, and then he collected all the medicinal materials one by one.

Then Zuo Feng frowned and looked around. Although he could wash himself, how could he make wine without water? And winemaking requires good spring water. Although it is most appropriate to put all the herbs into the urn at this time, Zuo Feng can only helplessly find suitable spring water first.

This is also because Feng Ze is thinking about how to deal with the herbs and the early preparations for brewing, but forgets the important link of spring water. The person in the shadow in the distance seems to have noticed Zuo Feng's situation. He watched the big handful of herbs in Zuo Feng's hand gradually getting cold, which really made him feel a little painful.

Finally, the person in the shadow almost came out to remind him loudly. Zuo Feng also made some new discoveries shortly after leaving the straw hut. A large box that seemed to be filled with clothes was standing in the corner of the wall next to the courtyard wall of the straw hut. Zuo Feng always regarded the courtyard wall on the other side of the straw hut as someone else's place, so he didn't pay attention to it at first.

Seeing the wooden box not far from the straw shed, he walked over after a moment of hesitation, gently opened the lid of the wooden box, and the things inside immediately came into view.

"Haha, this old guy is quite thoughtful."

Zuo Feng said to himself excitedly, almost suffocating the people in the corner in the distance. After a long while, he whispered: "Stinky boy, you said this about me behind my back. When I have the chance, I will make you so happy that you will never forget me, this old guy."

This time the old man's voice was not loud, but Zuo Feng felt a chill coming from behind. He subconsciously looked back and saw that the surroundings were still so quiet, and there was no one in sight. Then he lowered his head and looked into the wooden box again. In addition to the two large water jars in the wooden box, there were also several tools in it. After seeing these tools, Zuo Feng immediately understood that these were also left by Yao Xun for him to make wine.

And the mysterious old man Yao Xun who was proficient in alchemy was hiding in the shadows in the distance and secretly peeping at Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng first carefully used a long needle-like tool in his hand to gently dip it into the water jar, then took out a drop of water and put it in his mouth to taste it. He couldn't help but say with a look of joy: "It tastes a little sweet, and it has a slight sour taste when you taste it carefully. Not bad, not bad, it is exactly the spring water that Ding Hao said is most suitable for brewing."