Long Chen took out a wine bowl, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you have any good wine? Can you try it?" The
Underworld God looked at Long Chen, stretched out her jade hand, and a delicate jar no bigger than a fist appeared, though she did not pour it into Long Chen's bowl.
Instead, he took out two small jade cups. The cups were a bit too small, and Long Chen felt they could only hold at most half a qian of wine.
The Underworld God handed the jade cup to Long Chen. Before she could speak, Long Chen had already brought it to his lips and swallowed it in one go, just about to let the wine slide down his tongue down his throat.
"Pfft!"
Long Chen suddenly spat out a mouthful of wine, spraying directly in front of the Underworld God. But as soon as the wine flew out, it seemed to hit a barrier, blocking them out.
"Cough, cough, cough... Long
Chen coughed violently, feeling like his lungs were about to be coughed out. He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.
The Nether God looked at Long Chen's disheveled state, a slow smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Long Chen looked into the Nether God's eyes: "You..."
Long Chen only uttered one word before he started coughing violently again, even tears streaming down.
This wine was extremely bitter and spicy, like lava exploding in your mouth. The most terrifying part was that it actually corroded the soul.
The strongest wine Long Chen had ever drunk was brewed by Tu Qianshang. Because Tu Fatty's cultivation techniques were domineering, and so was his drinking style.
But even if it was domineering, it would never be like the one in front of him. This wasn't some kind of wine—it was clearly poison. How could he possibly drink it?
"You drank too fast yourself, don't blame me." Seeing Long Chen's angry glare, the Nether God shook his head and said.
This was definitely intentional. When you took the wine and poured it, you had enough time to explain, but you deliberately didn't say anything. You waited until I opened my mouth to drink, then pretended to speak.
"Alright, this wine ...," Long Chen suddenly noticed his voice change, rough and rough, like an old ox.
"Pfft"
Even the Nether God couldn't help but laugh, suddenly realizing it was improper, and turned away.
"What on earth is going on?" Long Chen shouted angrily. The voice didn't sound like his at all—it was terrible, like an old ox farting. Even he couldn't take it anymore.
The Underworld God tried hard to hold back his laughter, but when he saw Long Chen's angry expression, he couldn't help but laugh again.
Finally able to hold back his laughter, the Nether God reached out and tapped Long Chen's throat with a refreshing coolness, dispelling the burning pain.
Seeing Long Chen still looking angry, the Underworld God smiled and said, "This really is wine, and it's top-grade divine wine. Usually, I only drank a little occasionally."
Maybe because you're a mortal and can't access this energy, you got your throat burned. "
Are you sure you didn't fool me?" Long Chen spoke, and after speaking, he noticed his voice had returned to normal.
"I'm sure," the Underworld God nodded.
"Alright, I'll take my leave."
Long Chen nodded and stood up.
"Didn't you say you wanted to communicate with me? Why did you leave so soon? Angry? "The Nether God said somewhat curiously,
"If you are truly angry and don't even have this little patience, how can you accomplish great things?"
"Tch, who said I was about to achieve great things? Right now, all I think about is two acres of land, one cow, and a bunch of wives warming the kang bed." Long Chen hesitated for a moment, then sat down again.
Since the task wasn't complete, he really couldn't leave. After sitting down, Long Chen said, "Let's continue with the topic we just talked about. You should put away your cat urine. Let me show you my fine wine." After
saying this, Long Chen took out jars of fine wine from the chaotic space and placed them on the table.
The Nether God shook his head and said, "This is divine brew. One sip is worth decades of cultivation, yet you have no fortune to enjoy it." "
Wine is wine, medicine is medicine. The former is a form of enjoyment, while the latter is simply for a certain purpose and must be done. One is active, the other is passive.
Although the wine I collect is nothing more than something from the mortal world, as the saying goes, the Great Way is extremely simple and easy, and its essence remains unchanged no matter how it changes.
Even if you are a god, even if you control a world, some things will never change.
For example, the state of mind—whether mortal or deity, all are in the sea of suffering, struggling to cross. Long Chen arranged the wine jars densely packed, then took out a jar of wine, took out a wine bowl, and slowly filled it to the brim.
"Born in the sea of suffering, all struggled to cross..." The
Underworld God's expression moved, her beautiful eyes flashing repeatedly as she repeatedly recited Long Chen's two sentences. Clearly, these two words had made her think of many things.
"Come, taste this bowl of wine first. If you wish, you can remove the divine power and taste it with the mindset of a mortal. You will gain even more insights." Long Chen handed a bowl of wine to the Underworld God.
The Underworld God looked at Long Chen, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly a rune lit up between her brows, then disappeared.
The moment the rune vanished, Long Chen immediately sensed the aura of the Underworld God. She was no longer a lofty deity, but a more genuine woman.
Long Chen was deeply moved. At this moment, the Nether God had actually withdrawn the divine power, which was a sign of trust in Long Chen.
If Long Chen and Leng Yueyan had conspired against her, and Leng Yueyan launched an attack at this moment, erasing her will, she would have no room to resist.
Unconsciously, a trace of tenderness appeared in Long Chen's eyes. Trust is the most precious emotion.
Although the other party was a deity, by all rights, as a mortal, he couldn't possibly sense her soul fluctuations.
But Long Chen's Nine-Star Overlord Body Technique was precisely what allowed him to clearly sense her emotional changes—something even Long Chen couldn't explain.
"When drinking, let the wine flow along both sides of your tongue and merge at the throat... Don't look at me like that, I'm not trying to fool you. Seeing
the Wary Look in the Underworld God's eyes, Long Chen hurriedly waved his hand and said.
Just now, the Nether God had played a trick on Long Chen, making him suffer greatly. He had shouted in the same way before, and now that he told the Nether God, he naturally suspected Long Chen was going to fight fire with his own methods.
But after thinking it over, the Nether God found it somewhat amusing. What Long Chen brought was nothing but mortal things—how could he possibly harm her?
According to Long Chen, fine wine tastes bland and unremarkable, like plain water.
But as it flows along both sides of the tongue, it gradually develops fragrance, the taste buds bloom, and finally converges in the throat.
The Underworld God was surprised to discover that when the two wines converged, they had a completely different taste. Although the wine was bland, its aftertaste lingered long and lingering through the ages. She had never drunk such wine before.
"Good wine," the Underworld God praised.
"This wine is called Rouge Red, a very ordinary baihua liquor. When tasted plain, the strength of the alcohol gradually grows.
Sweetness arises on the left cheek, bitterness arises on the right cheek; both are presented together, sweet and bitter are balanced, and the fusion of the two, yin and yang, is the essence of this wine. Long Chen spoke confidently.
Hearing Long Chen say this, the Nether God took another sip and immediately realized the detail he had just overlooked. After tasting it, the flavor was indeed bitter on the left and sweet on the right, but when it blended, it gained a unique flavor that was astonishing.
The so-called fine wine in the divine realm is not truly fine wine; it is medicinal wine. The standard of "beauty" often refers to the medicinal effects, not the taste. In fact, the better the wine, the worse it tastes.
"Who would have thought, I, Ming Cangyue, am actually a frog at the bottom of a well? There is such fine wine in the mortal world. Why do people dream of becoming immortal or god every day?" The Underworld God couldn't help but sigh.
"Clap!"
Long Chen clapped his hands in praise, "Miss Cangyue, you asked a great question. We'll talk about it later. Come, please try this cup of wine again." After
Long Chen finished speaking, he handed over another bowl of wine. This bowl was golden all over, like honey, and before he could drink it, the aroma was already refreshing.
"How do we drink this time?" The Underworld God asked.
"With my mouth," Long Chen said.
"Pfft,"
the Underworld God laughed, "I don't even know how to use my mouth?" I ask if there's any particular etiquette for you. "
No, you can drink this however you like." Long Chen said.
The Nether God drank the bowl of wine, instantly filling his mouth with fragrance. However, upon careful savoring, he realized that amid the sweetness, there was also a hint of bitterness.
Immediately after, Long Chen handed over another bowl of wine. This bowl made the Underworld God frown slightly, because the wine was somewhat bitter.
"How do you feel?" Long Chen asked.
"The first bowl of wine was lacking in quality, sweet with a hint of bitterness; the second bowl was full of bitterness, full of emotional ambiguity." The Nether God pondered for a moment and said.
Long Chen smiled and said, "Actually, the first bowl of wine is sweet with a hint of bitterness, and the second bowl is bitter with a hint of sweetness." "
Why didn't I feel anything?" The Underworld God was taken aback.
Long Chen said nothing, handing over another bowl of wine. The Underworld God drank it, and a look of surprise appeared on her face—this time, she finally tasted that hint of sweetness.
Long Chen said, "That's why I said there are many principles. Whether it's for mortals or gods, it's the same to try."
The ratio before and after the two types of liquor is the same. Honestly, the first time I drank it, it was the same as yours.
Because compared to bitterness, we are more receptive to sweetness. We all like sweetness, and there's a hint of bitterness in sweetness, which we can easily notice.
But there is only a little sweetness in bitterness; we all overlook it. When we are in pain, we turn a blind eye to even the smallest help.
But when we are in joy, even the smallest unpleasant things are very easy for us to notice.
In fact, our taste and spiritual senses are both there; it's just that the desires in my heart can deceive ourselves and cause us to create illusions. Hearing
Long Chen's explanation, the Underworld God fell into deep thought. Long Chen looked at the Underworld God and smiled slightly, saying,
"Let's not talk about that for now. Let's continue tasting. Every type of wine here has its own artistic conception. If you're willing and don't mind my lengthiness, I can tell you the story of each wine."
After Long Chen finished speaking, he handed the fourth type of wine to the Nether God. The Nether God's thoughts were a bit chaotic, and as if he had no time to think, he picked up the fourth bowl of wine.
But when he saw the fourth bowl of wine, he saw that two energies were intertwining within the wine. The Underworld God was stunned: "What kind of wine is this?" "
Yin-Yang Hehuan Wine,"
a strange smile appeared on Long Chen's face.