Chapter 24

"Second master, do you want to find younger martial brother Wure and let him have a try first, or I'm afraid Wujiu will not be able to bear it after several weeks in a row." Duan Hong thinks of the Wure of Guan's confinement. That guy can't beat Xiaoqiang. It's good to have him to do an experiment. The withered grass waved his hand and said, "no, no, it's sure to be successful this time. Besides, there's very little wine. Don't tell other people, especially old man Kuki, who always steals wine in the middle of the night." When he came to the wine cellar, Duan Hongli was attracted by a strange fragrance. Such a strong fragrance must be the Wu Mu wine that the second master said. Duan Hong has been to the wine cellar many times. When he first came, he just entered the kuchan temple. Kucao made a jar of medicinal wine for him to quench his body. As a result, Duan Hong's body was out of control, and his fierce anger broke out, which made the wine cellar a mess. The wine is very varied, but what's ancient, modern, Baijiu, wine, dry red and so on? But in the dispersion of Wu Mu wine, all the wine was eclipsed. There is an exhibition stand in the middle of the wine cellar, on which there is a tall bottle with a thin neck of lanolin. During his four years in kuchan temple, Duan Hong is most proud of his sense of smell, which is more sensitive than dogs. It's easy to find that the taste comes from that bottle. Through Duan Hong's nostrils, the smell of virgin body fragrance rushed into his brain, and his mouth was watering like a reflex. "Second master, is this your new Wumu wine?" The withered grass is proud and has chrysanthemum like wrinkles on her face. Her two big eyes are shining. She holds the black wine jar and takes a big drink. She says, "that's nature. The book of Wumu spirit wine is handed down by your master. I've tried my best to make it. If some materials had not been extinct now, it would have been finished." Duan Hong sighed to himself: the second master's addiction to alcohol has gone up again. When I came here, he only drank with a small bottle. Now he's using the wine jar instead, because he can brew, otherwise ordinary people can't afford to support him. Duan Honggang reached out and wanted to pick up the fat bottle. He was immediately stopped by the withered grass. He put down the wine jar, gave a hiccup with a smile, and said, "I'm still here for my teacher." Xindao: the white peach dew made last time was taken away for you. You can't do it this time. Duan Hong didn't know what he was thinking. He stepped back and sat on a dry red cask, watching quietly.