It was a strange suggestion, but Hua Zhenxing thought about something after a while, so he did it. The small courtyard where the grocery store was located not only had a cellar, but also three authentic tunnels leading to different directions. The cellar contained various things, including a lot of wine.

Hua Zhenxing did not carry all three boxes at once, but held them one by one and delivered them to Mess in front of him, looking very careful, as if these wines were just found and pulled out from different positions in several rows of large wine racks.

Mess was bored waiting, and looked at the bottle of wine he had not bought at the counter and whispered: "The real Romancetti is produced in the Pogen region of Lanxi, with an annual output of only a few thousand bottles. Each bottle has a unique number, the best wine of the year, and the highest auction unit price has exceeded 500,000 meters of gold.

It is made from 100% noodle grapes, which is the most difficult grape variety in the world to grow. It is known as the princess of grapes. The high price does not mean anything. The most important thing is its unique and noble taste, with a mysterious oriental spice atmosphere, as if it can make people's souls calm.

Its breath has many layers, such as agarwood, cinnamon and charming baked herbs, accompanied by rose fragrance; the taste is even more so, with the flavor of cherries, plums, black plums, truffles, and delicate and silky at the mouth. The wonderful fusion of these rich textures seems to be the taste given to the world by God.

The true nobles, when they taste it, can only talk softly with respect to God…”

Hua Zhenxing, who was picking up wine back and forth, heard it and couldn't help but mutter: "Can you also use these seasonings for agarwood, cinnamon, baked herbs, and braised fat intestines?"

Old Man Yang: "Take your red wine well and make braised stewed sausages for dinner!"

Mr. Feng pointed to the bottle of lonely wine next to the counter and said, "Old Yang, where did you get it?"

Old Man Yang: "I went to the winery to buy it myself."

Mr. Feng: "Wine? Which village do you think it is a small roast made by whose homemade family?"

Old Man Yang smiled: "Isn't it just a small roast in the village? I have lived in a place for many years. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, I can drink the small roast in each village. I can tell the difference in the expression, including the difference in the years. I can smell it... If I follow the current routine, I can also write various tweets."

They spoke Chinese in Dongguo, and Mess couldn't understand it, and thought they were amazed. When Mess had finished speaking, Mr. Feng shook his teapot and said with a smile: "It seems that this gentleman is very particular. He has drunk it out of the realm! I am from Dongguo. I don't drink much red wine and don't know much about it. I like to drink tea. Do you know the particularity of this cup of tea..."

He still spoke Chinese in Eastern China, but Old Man Yang cooperated very consciously and translated these words into fluent Lansan and Spanish. Hua Zhenxing was slowly moving wine back and forth, but he just listened to some fragments intermittently. For example, when he came in, he heard Mr. Feng talking about tea cups, "The secret glaze empty cup is like dew, and the tea is divided into Biyuan."

Several times when he came in, he heard Mr. Feng talking about the tea plate, talking about the inkstone plate and the wooden plate respectively. When talking about the inkstone plate, he mentioned what "moisten the tea and scatter the ink traces, roll the soup and flow the beads". The wooden plate was a bit mysterious when listening to it in detail, and it was a bit mysterious. Different tea types were paired with different tea plates, such as black, purple, yellow, green, and white, and precious woods that were of particular importance.

Isn’t it just a tray that puts a teapot and tea cup to prevent water from spilling? Mr. Feng also talked about pouring pots, pouring red cloud sand with boiling water, and water overflowing on the wooden tray. The special material has different fragrances. According to such a fragrance, different patterns need to be carved on the tea tray to set off the elegant charm of the beautiful Ming...

One time he heard Mr. Feng talking about a tea seed, saying, "There is only one square foot in the world, and the sacred tree is even more in the ancient realm." When the snow sets in winter, the snow is all light green. The original ancient tree can be traced back to the ancient Maro era and is rarely seen in the deep mountains. Only one day of picking in the solar term must coincide with a specific weather.

The magical thing is that if you can find the original ancient tea plant, it will be like this every day! The tender buds only produce six taels. When brewing, the tea is like snow flying, and it will whirl in a cup and pot for a long time... A sip of it reveals the soul, caresses the heart, and the heart is full of feelings, and the body is relaxed, as if it is covered with flying feathers to control the breeze.

Hua Zhenxing was so fascinated that he hid behind the door and stood for a long time, muttering to himself: "What kind of tea is this? I feel like I can become an immortal after drinking it!"

Even Hua Zhenxing was like this, and Mess was even more confused. The jazz stood in front of the counter without moving his feet, and he didn't even notice that the eighteen bottles of wine had been put in order. Until Hua Zhenxing reminded him: "Sir, your wine is ready. Please click and check it first, and I'll pack it for you."

Mess came to his senses and bowed to Mr. Feng and said, "You must be a nobleman. I don't mean today's Eastern Kingdom, but your family in history..."

Mr. Feng shook his sleeves very casually: "In the Yangyang Eastern Kingdom, all the ancestors of all the surnames are listed as noble titles, which can be traced back to the Qin and Han Dynasties and even the Third Dynasties, not to mention the time of Yan and Huang."

Hua Zhenxing admired Old Man Yang a little, and actually translated these words into Lanspan and Spanish as accurately as possible. Meis was a little surprised when he heard this, and nodded again: "I understand a little, why all the people in the East have ancestors worshipped."

What did he understand or thought he understood? Hua Zhenxing was also a little confused and asked quietly: "Mr. Feng, what's the point of surname Hua?"

Mr. Feng patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "Hua Xu is the ancestor of Feng Xizhi, and everyone has the same roots and roots."

At this time, another big black man suddenly appeared. It turned out that Charles happened to come to find Hua Zhenxing. He saw Mes counting the wine on the counter and asked about the situation and said, "Do you need to post a label? The bottle label of Padscuta winery. You can tell the customer that this is a version dedicated to the Royal Family of the Belli Kingdom. It can be bought in the market and can't be seen anywhere else."

It is rare that he speaks these few words of Yin and is quite standard. Mess understood it. She really took out a stack of wine bottle signs, with a total of about twenty. Hua Zhenxing didn't know what this was. He knew that it was normal for Charles to run a wine shop and carry this kind of thing with him, so he didn't care too much.

Mess obviously hesitated, but in the end he took the bottle signs and said, "Press it for me!"

Hua Zhenxing and Charles helped paste all the eighteen bottle marks and moved the wine to Metz's car. Matz gave Charles a tip of 20 meters of gold and told him not to talk about this. This is actually a worry. Even if Charles said it, others would not believe it.

After Mess left, Mr. Feng chucked the enamel jar on the counter, turned his head to Yang Tehong and said, "Do you have no good tea here? Let's make these old tea roots for me?"

Yang Tehong: "Drinking wine and eating meat at noon, and eating meat at night. It's time to make some old tea roots to get rid of the food... You just held this jar of tea, which is quite good to talk about!"

Mr. Feng laughed twice and said, "Aristocratic style, who should I pretend to be with? I played with the rest of things more than two thousand years ago. Ke Fuzi was considered his ancestors when he was doing these things, and Ke Fuzi today is embarrassed to mention them again!" What Mes said just now should be heard by Ke Mengchao and Mo Shangtong in the backyard. Ke Mengchao smiled without saying anything, while Mo Shangtong had a stern face as if he was deaf.

Yang Tehong: "What people are talking about is wine, but you have to tea."

Mr. Feng: "Aren't I just holding tea? I'll tell you what you have. If you talk about drinking, it would be too bullying. Although I have never drunk the wine from the pre-Qin three generations, I have seen the wine utensils. That's too rich! Xiaohua, do you know how many types of pre-Qin wine utensils are, which belong to regular utensils, which belong to ritual utensils, and what are their own rules...

Don't know? If you are not a major, this is normal. If anyone can understand it, you can get a degree in the relevant major. If I don't talk about drinking, I don't want to make things difficult for Lao Yang, Zun, Zhun, Jian, Hu, Gong, Zhun, Yi, Yu, Gu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Xiao, Wang, Xiao, Wang, Jue, Zhou, how do you ask him to translate?"

At this time, Ke Fuzi also walked in from behind and said, "The wine vessels you mentioned are now all things in ruins and tombs."

Mr. Feng put away his smile and picked up the teapot and said, "Yes, it's already something in the tomb, but today there are still people holding that set. 'Why would you rather have a king, prince, general, and minister?' Someone said it and did it more than two thousand years ago, but there are still people who can't hear or see it."

The main dish that night was braised fat intestines. The bottle of red wine that had not been bought was opened and drunk. Hua Zhenxing also got a cup of it. It felt good, but it was a bit unsatisfactory. After drinking this bottle, Maotai was changed to the table.

As for the eighteen bottles of wine sold, Princess Ktia used the dinner the next day, and introduced it according to Charles' suggestions. All the guests praised it. After the dinner, Mr. Mes destroyed all the bottles without leaving any evidence... Hua Zhenxing heard from Old Man Yang, and he didn't know how the news about Old Man Yang was so well-versed.

This is what Hua Zhenxing met Mr. Feng half a year ago. He walked and told him, and Ding Qi was so happy. After the story was finished, the two of them returned to the Gate of Shenyin.

The blood and the traces of the explosion were still there, but Shire did not let the companions of the Big Head Gang expose the body in the wilderness, and the remains and things that could be packed were taken away. The wind blew and dust, and it was estimated that the traces on the scene would disappear completely in a short while. Those passing by would not realize what had happened here.

Ding Qi said: "No one has come after they left, and there are few people here usually, right?"

Hua Zhenxing: "Even no one comes. In this season, even the grazing people will not come here." When he said this, he suddenly remembered something and asked hesitantly, "Teacher Ding, what... Did you take the barbecue in my backpack?"

Ding Qi was stunned, turned his head to look at him and said, "What kind of barbecue? I saw you hiding in the crack of the stone to eat, but why am I doing your barbecue?" He suddenly laughed, "Oh, I understand. This is not what I did, it should be your elders who are joking."

Hua Zhenxing quickly explained: "Of course I don't think that Teacher Ding, you can do such a thing. I was just startled by you just now, thinking that you are the only one who follows me all the way. It seems that there is someone else. Have you discovered it?"

Ding Qi: "I didn't notice it. It seems that those seniors are more skilled than me. I have been observing you all the way. You are very alert and not easy to get close to you. I just relaxed after succeeding assassination. It's not surprising that someone follows you, otherwise how could Senior Yang notify me to come here to find you? You also happened to rush to the Gate of Shenyin, so I was on the way."

Hua Zhenxing confirmed two things. One was that he was still careless after killing Jin Datou, so he relaxed his vigilance when he focused on checking the "system". Secondly, the person who stole his barbecue was indeed Old Man Yang, and the others would not be so naughty. At this time, he heard Ding Qi say, "Stand by my side!"

The two had already arrived at the end of the passage between the huge rocks. Ding Qi stopped and seemed to hold something with his left hand. He inserted the long stick on the ground with his right hand, pointed his hand in front of him, and made a circle move. At the same time, he explained with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to gesture like this, but I am used to it, and I am also influenced by Mr. Feng."

As his fingertips slid through the air, it seemed like a huge door was opened in front of him, and the door frame was the huge rocks on both sides. If he didn't know the original landscape here, someone "opened" the door in advance, and he would hardly find any flaws standing here, and he would even think that this scenery was like this opposite.

The topography inside the "door" is similar to that outside the door, but there are many artificial traces. Looking into the distance, there is a hillside with many buildings stacked and scattered, but it gives people the feeling of a dilapidated ruin.

I could only see the golden light shining nearby. There were large golden murals on the rock walls with open arms on both sides. If you look closely, it was a pattern inlaid with gold.

Walking through the door was an altar-shaped platform, built in the depression of a mountain wall. Just on the platform, facing outside the door, there was a skeleton crawling, only a few steps away from the two of them.

The skeleton was kneeling and worshipping. The skull had rolled down aside. There was a golden crown inlaid with various gems on the ground. The clothes on the body were also decayed, leaving only some fragments of fiber fabrics. The fabric material looked very ordinary, and it should have been woven from processed plant fibers, but the vaguely identifiable process was very fine, and a large number of patterns were embedded with gold silk.

The remains were also worn with many ornaments. His right hand should have held a short staff that was as long as possible, which was carved extremely exquisitely, as if it was made of the horns of some kind of animal.
Chapter completed!