I found a clearing in the orange orchard.

Meng Xiaotang shook her cuffs and moved a small mouth from the sleeve, a thin neck, and a round black wine jar.

"This is my treasure black jade jar. The monks of our winery have the first magic weapon equipped after getting started. They are all wine jars! They are used to refine wine in daily life, and they are used to smash people during fights, killing two birds with one stone!"

Meng Xiaotang laughed proudly and raised her head at Ding Xing: "You haven't yet?"

When Ding Xing heard him show off, he felt disgusted, but now he laughed: "There will be something in the future!"

This is not a false statement: "Bozu told me that when all the oranges and fruits of this season are picked, if there is a surplus, he will make a sip of the wine jar for me."

Ding Xing not only wanted to equip the wine jar, but also wanted to equip a treasure-stopping sleeve.

Meng Xiaotang's black jade jar is very big, and it can fit Meng Xiaotang and Ding Xing into it, which is almost shoulder-to-shoulder. How do such a large object be put into the sleeve?

That day, Meng Xiaotang took money from her sleeves. Ding Xing thought it was ordinary clothes. After asking Ding Chenzhi, he realized that there was another world in the monk's sleeves.

The fact is that a magic weapon specially used for storage and collection of objects was refined inside the cuff.

This kind of magic weapon is called a treasure sleeve by a monk. However, the size of a palm is enough to accommodate a bed cabinet or even a house. It is naturally no problem to have a wine jar.

Storage in the sleeves is also very popular in the mortal world.

Not only beautiful, but also suitable.

Ding Xing saw Ding Chen casting spells many times, and his sleeves flew, and his precious light was flying all over the sky. He hit him wherever he pointed, which was extremely elegant.

'thump!'

Meng Xiaotang first threw the corpse of the scorpion into the black jade jar.

Then he took out a pile of green grapes and placed them next to the wine jar. He squatted on the ground and peeled the grapes: "Well, don't be idle, come and help! Remove the skin and throw the flesh into the wine jar!"

When Ding Xing heard this, he sat down next to him and asked, "Is this blood fruit wine effective? Bo Zu said that without the warmth of the spiritual cellar, even if you use a wine jar to refine the wine, it is still a mortal wine. It does not have the effect of spiritual medicine and does not have much effect on us monks."

This is because, without going through the critical stage of cellaring, the medicinal effects contained in the wine cannot be released.

Cellaring is also a crucial step in refining wine.

This is also the difference between wine and alchemy.

It often takes a short time for monks to refine elixirs. If the medicinal materials are complete, it can be released for several days or months, and the elixir can be taken.

However, alchemy requirements for alchemy are extremely strict. The main medicine required for any kind of spiritual pill is often more than a hundred years. If the heat is not enough, the effect of the spiritual pill will be greatly reduced or even useless.

On the other hand, the time to refine wine is very long. Even the most ordinary spiritual wines will take at least several years to store them once.

For example, the ace fairy wine of Jinlu Winery, "Jinlu Liquid", was sealed into the cellar sixty years ago. At that time, the owner of the manor was Wu Tonggong. He waited for decades and waited until he died. He did not taste the "Jinlu Liquid". He could only take advantage of the current owner Wu Zunrong.

There has been a consensus in the world of immortal cultivation that the wine refining process is extremely slow, but the required wine materials are not high. Except for some high-quality spiritual wines, which require decades or even hundreds of years of wine, there is no problem with the other wine recipes using self-planted field materials.

Ding Xing’s ‘Liuxia Wine’, Meng Xiaotang’s ‘Qingjiao Daqu’ and ‘Zi Luochun’ are both made of wines with a heat of one to three years, but the storage period is ten years. After the cellar is released, the medicinal effect is good, and it is no worse than similar spiritual pills.

It is precisely because of the key to cellaring that Ding Xing raised his questions.

Meng Xiaotang replied: "We are practicing mortal wine. Drinking this kind of wine is not about the medicinal effect, but about the deliciousness!"

He smacked his lips: "Using green glue grapes to soak the scorpion, you can taste a sweeter flavor than fruit cheese. Such a delicious taste is beyond the reach of the world!"

After all, he is a twelve-year-old boy and always thinks about eating and playing.

When Ding Xing heard this, he hurriedly said, "Wait for me for a while!"

He stood up and ran away.

There is a spiritual house built in the orange orchard, and there is food in it. He brought a package back. After untiing it, a pile of fire-red spiritual oranges appeared: "Since it is brewing vanilla wine, it is also my part! Put these fire oranges into the jar, maybe the taste will be better!"

This time, Meng Xiaotang made a wine jar and grapes came out. Ding Xing didn't want to take advantage of him, so he took out all the Huofeng jujubes that Ding Chenzhi gave him.

"You have only earned this little orange for Master Ding these days. It's not cost-effective to use it to make mortal wine!"

"I don't understand how to preserve spiritual fruits. Anyway, it's just like eating them as snacks. Eating them alone is the same as brewing wine!"

"You can get it to the market and sell it. Children in the outer bank are greedy. These oranges should be worth a spirit stone. If you meet a generous young lady, you will also reward you!"

When Ding Xing was in his hometown, he only rewarded others.

He shook his head: "Bozu didn't treat me harshly. As long as I come to the orchard to work, he will give me rewards every day! Don't talk about small soup, peel the oranges and throw them away."

Meng Xiaotang held him down: "Don't be anxious! Green gum grapes and scorpions can make delicious food, but with the addition of Huofeng oranges, the taste will become worse! If you really come up with a portion, you can change it!"

Ding Xing entered the village late at night, and he did not know much, so he signaled him to say, "What's the solution?"

Meng Xiaotang pointed to the orange trees in the garden: "The orange trees in your house are all fire. Whether the roots or soil, they carry spiritual fire. If I buried my black jade jar at the roots of the tree and absorbed the firepower for a period of time, it would be considered a brief cellar. The wine will rise when it comes to the time of the time, and the heat will rise. Take a sip and it will be better to be in a good taste!

Moreover, the Armored Scorpion is a great tonic. Originally, using it to soak in wine can make people clear and clear eyes, incorporate some firepower, and can calm your soul and help you practice magic in the future."

Mind power is a method of traveling outside the soul, which is equivalent to the senses of the soul. Once this magic is used, it can help the monks see more widely, listen farther, and listen more carefully.

Chu Baoxiu also needs to be driven by divine thoughts. The picking and releasing of objects are both sensed by divine thoughts. In short, it has many wonderful uses.

After hearing Meng Xiaotang's words, Ding Xing was worried that burying the wine jar on the roots of the tree would affect the growth of the orange tree, but he could not refuse. After all, Huofeng oranges cannot be put into the wine, so he could not let Meng Xiaotang do his best.

"good!"

He agreed happily that if the orange tree was damaged later, he would ask Ding Chenzhi to receive punishment by himself.

In fact, Meng Xiaotang proposed this method because he did not want him to waste the hard-earned oranges. He only saved this little spiritual fruit in total, but was willing to take it out. Meng Xiaotang could not without expression.

Meng Xiaotang's cultivation is still low, and the wine jar is also a cheap product. The key is that the garden is not a spiritual cellar, so how can it absorb the firepower of orange trees and soil?

Burying at the roots of a tree is useless.

But the two were still busy. Although they were young, they were familiar with the method of making wine.

Especially Meng Xiaotang, when they threw all the flesh into the wine jar, how to make the wine, how to transform liquid, and how to seal it, it was all done by Meng Xiaotang. Ding Xing couldn't help. While observing Meng Xiaotang's techniques, he dug a hole under the orange tree.

When they prepared everything and were about to carry the tank into the pit, a wind blew in the garden and swept a pile of orange leaves into the pit.

Today the wind often blows, and orange leaves are all over the ground.

Therefore, no one cares about this detail.

Fill the tree pit and step on it, and Ding Chenzhi also came to the garden.

The two agreed to come and open the cellar a few days later, and then they winked, looked at each other and parted ways.
Chapter completed!