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The second jar of wine!

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, this Immortal with an artistic conception was truly extraordinary. In the fifty years since the Xunyuan Tavern opened, it had only sold its second jar of wine once.

After hearing Chu Yan's words, Li Ziwen spoke again: "The two brothers once had a grudge against others. Looking back, this grudge should be resolved. Now that we are united, we will only be friends with this person from now on, not enemies!"

Behind the green curtain, a smile appeared on Chu Yan's old face.

Unless he has a life-and-death feud, no matter who he is dealing with, Chu Yan should keep a thin line when needed, and the same goes for Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe.

But Ming Ziqian couldn't do it. On the Huangyuan Star, Ming Ziqian almost killed Chu Yan directly. That grudge could not be easily resolved.

The words spoken by the two people in front of them clearly showed their attitude.

Although the two of them suddenly figured it out for some reason, this time, Chu Yan planned to accept it.

Not only did he say that he had bone poison in his body, but he had to go to the White Bone Xuan Palace to ask the Bone Lord to remove it. He only talked about the kindness of the Corpse Lord to him, and it was impossible for him to face Li Qingzhe in life and death.

Immediately, Chu Yan said: "In this way, I am destined to drink the third jar of wine!"

Turn the hostility into friendship, and there will be no more hostility after today!

This fate should be the third altar!

Li Qingzhe and Li Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked into the tavern.

Shunliu, who was in his seventies, was no longer as energetic as before. He just wanted to go to the side of the green curtain, but his shoulders were held down by Fat San, who was in his eighties.

"Shunliu, you and I have been brothers for many years. Today, my eldest brother, I would like to come and pour you a drink, okay?"

Fat San looked at Shunliu with a smile in his eyes.

Over the years, several people have been friends, and they have become indistinguishable from each other. Shunliu also saw the meaning of Fat San. Fat San is ten years older than him, and I am afraid that he may not be able to wait until the next time.

"good!"

Shunliu nodded.

Fat San was about to walk towards Qinglian, but Chu Yan's voice came out:

"You know what kind of wine I have in my tavern. This time, it's up to you to choose!"

Upon hearing this, Fat San smiled and nodded.

He and Shunliu had been partners for many years, one cooking and the other serving food, and after fifty years of experience, they knew each other's affairs very well. Naturally, he also knew what kind of wine there was in the tavern.

Fat San walked to the rows of drinks and chose a jar of wine.

When they came to Li Qingzhe and Li Ziwen, they each poured a bowl.

"Two artistic conception immortals, this wine is called Qinjiu, please taste it!"

Fat San has followed Chu Yan for fifty years, and his whole temperament is different from what he was back then.

As soon as he said these words, the eyes of Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe changed slightly.

Kiss!

Not to mention the function of this wine, just listen to this statement, it is suitable for two people.

The two of them stopped talking and drank the wine in front of them in one gulp.

As soon as they drank this wine, the two of them fell into a trance for an instant, and a sense of drunkenness surged into their hearts. Then, everything in front of them changed.

Dark night.

In a courtyard, corpses were everywhere.

A dying young man lay in front of the corpses of a middle-aged couple, his face full of endless sadness.

"Mom and Dad, my child is useless. I have no power to avenge you in this life. If someone comes to let Cai Cai hate you so much, my child will definitely avenge you!"

With endless hatred, the boy died.

At the moment of his death, his soul collapsed and turned into light and penetrated into the corpse.

This is because of the huge hatred, which prevents the soul from reincarnation. The soul collapses and merges into the physical body, allowing the physical body to give birth to a spirit.

At this moment, an old man wearing a gray robe happened to fly through the air. His eyes trembled and fell down for a moment: "There are such people who have broken souls and condensed hatred and resentment into their bodies. It is easy for such a body to become a spirit corpse." Extremely, I will take him back to the master’s door!”

Immediately, the scene changed.

Master's lineage, in the main hall.

"Your Majesty, this is the boy!"

The old man pointed at the sleeping corpse in front of him and said to the corpse above.

"In the body of a spiritual corpse, this child not only has a spiritual corpse. Under such a collapsed soul, coupled with a stubborn resentment, spiritual bones will also be born. Please come to the Bone Master!"

When the Corpse Lord saw the situation, his eyes flickered and he spoke immediately.

Soon, in the main hall, light flickered, and as the void tore apart, a black hole emerged, and a figure walked out.

His whole body was made of white bones, without any flesh and blood.

It is Bone Lord.

"The body of a bone corpse and two spirits!"

As soon as the Bone Master came out, he saw the young man on the ground in front of him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"This child's soul collapsed and became a body of bones and corpses with two spirits. His spiritual bones are of no use to me. You can take them away!"

The Corpse Lord spoke with emotion in his eyes.

"This child is extremely talented. You have never had a disciple. Are you planning to pass it on to him this time?"

When the Bone Master heard this, he immediately smiled.

"The inheritance can be given, but I don't know how to walk through the tenth mountain before. However, I am prepared to train you as a saint son of my lineage!"

The Corpse Lord spoke, then smiled slightly and said: "Old Bones, you asked yourself that no disciple is worthy of your inheritance, but now this son's spiritual bones are, so how can you thank me?"

"I owe you a favor for this matter. It would be a waste if this son is not cultivated into a Holy Son. It's just a pity. If his soul is not separated, but is a body of three spirits: soul, bone, and corpse, he can practice the Ancient Ming Jue. "

The Bone Master sighed slightly, but then he spoke again: "It doesn't matter, you and I are satisfied with this son! Farewell!"

The corpse master said: "Wait a minute, this son is reincarnated as a corpse cultivator, so he needs a new name. According to this son's memory, his real surname is Li, and his name is Li Qingwen. Now that the corpse bones have been separated and cultivated, they have become two people, and they need two more names! "

"It's easy, you and I each pick a character, and I pick the text. From now on, he will be called Li Ziwen!"

"In this case, I will take the name Qing, and from now on he will be called Li Qingzhe!"

…

At this moment, Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe's bodies trembled, and they looked at each other with a bit of a wry smile in their eyes.

Although they had only thought of what happened back then, they had never seen it with their own eyes.

At this moment, it was a sudden realization.

This wine was brewed by Chu Yan, so naturally Chu Yan could also see the scene they saw while drunk.

"So it turns out that the two of them are one and the same!"

At this moment, Chu Yan finally understood completely.

The two of them immediately drank another bowl of wine without saying anything.

Then, as they fell asleep again, the image emerged.

The scene this time is when the two of them are growing up.

When the two of them met when they were growing up, they felt a sense of intimacy, but they inevitably fought and competed with each other.

Drinking one bowl of wine after another.

The eyes of the two became brighter and brighter, and they recalled everything in the past.

It even got to the point where they realized that they must be related to each other.

Finally, it was time to make the decision today.

Wine, empty!

The eyes of the two people flickered, as if they were reliving the first half of their lives. When the two people looked at each other again, the feeling of cherishing each other's origins became stronger.

"Thank you!"

Finally, the two held fists.

"No!"

Chu Yan whispered.

He understood the thoughts of Li Qingzhe and Li Ziwen. They were from the same origin, but now their understanding of artistic conception had reached the top of the bottle. Only by truly merging and becoming one person, and with the superposition of qualifications, could they go one step further in understanding. , reaching the realm of clear meaning.

It was because I heard about the great wine in Chu Yan that I decided to give it a try today.

Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe left.

"They belong to the same origin. This time, the blessing I gave them was not big, but it strengthened their hearts..."

Behind the green curtain, Chu Yan's eyes had a hint of wisdom.

This is the first time that a person with artistic conception comes here.

In this way, many people who comprehend the artistic conception began to pay attention to Xunyuan Tavern.

After Husen and others learned about Li Ziwen and Li Qingzhe's expressions to Chu Yan, their hearts changed.

Time goes by, and another twenty years have passed.

This is the 70th year that Chu Yan Bistro opened.

In the past twenty years, there have been many changes and many things that make people feel emotional.

Among them, the judge passed away first.

It is a pity that Mr. Justice, a generation of heroes, has left like this.

And then, the judge's best friend and the master Crazy Sword who had been his partner for many years could not escape the passage of time.

He also died.

The two were buried adjacent to each other, which is the cemetery of all those who contributed to Ping An City.

Si Kuojing was heartbroken.

Now she is over seventy years old, and she is crying all the time.

Mr. Carbon is always by his side, comforting him.

Among the descendants of these two people, there are many talented people.

Two of the grandsons were very outstanding and had already inherited the positions of the head of the Judiciary Hall and the deputy of the Crazy Sword.

Some people leave, but life still goes on!

The most sad thing.

It was Fat San who passed away.

He lived for more than ninety years, and left before the third course of his destiny.

At the last moment of his life, while thanking Chu Yan, he grabbed Shunliu's hand tightly and said, "Shunliu, help me finish the third dish!"

Today, Shunliu is over ninety years old.

There were only a few years of time left for him. He was looking forward to a fateful person who would let him cook the third dish and fulfill Fat San's last wish.

Not many old friends from the Xunyuan Tavern can come now, but most of their descendants come.

"Fat brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill your last wish!"

At this moment, Shunliu's old face was filled with sadness.

"Ghost Sword, come to visit!"