Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 827: Like, old friend?

While talking, the wine monk rummaged through the empty wine jars scattered on the floor.

He picked up the wine jars and shook them one by one, as if to confirm whether there was any wine residue in them.

Finally, he found it.

He took out two sea bowls that had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and poured some wine from a wine jar that had been thrown away for an unknown period of time, and then handed them to the two of them.

He said: "The little white ferret was really hated and went so far as to steal from the poor monk's cellar. Now that I have captured it, I can teach it a lesson."

"You want to save the little white ferret and get the secret recipe, then let the poor monk see if you are worthy of the secret recipe that the poor monk worked hard to figure out, and see if you have the ability to save the little beast."

Having said this, the wine monk pointed to the bowl in front of him: "No more gossip, just drink!"

Feng Qingchen picked up the wine bowl first, but held down Bai Mingwei's hand that was about to pick up the wine bowl: "Senior, the little girl is too drunk, so let me drink for her."

Although judging from the clues currently available, the person in front of them will not kill them.

However, after seeing how drunk he was today, Feng Qingchen did not dare to rashly let Bai Mingwei drink the wine handed over by the monk.

I don’t know what kind of wine this is. What if it’s harmful to the little girl?
He should be the first to do this kind of thing.

The wine monk smiled playfully: "Afraid of poison inside?"

Feng Qingchen was speechless.

The wine monk touched his smooth head, his smile did not change:

"Even if it's poisonous, so what? You want to save the little white ferret who stole things, and you want the secret recipe for my current drunkenness. Can't a poor monk give you an advantage?"

"The wine is in front of you. You can drink it or not. You can take that little beast away, but you can't get the poor monk's recipe."

Bai Mingwei took out the hand held by Feng Qingchen and patted Feng Qingchen gently to express comfort.

She picked up the wine bowl and immediately put it to her mouth: "Thank you, senior, for the wine."

After the words fell, she drank it all in one gulp.

The fragrant and fragrant wine flows down the esophagus into the throat. After a while, the real taste spreads on the tip of the tongue.

The wine is very strong, but also very mellow.

She didn't like such strong wine, but she felt that no strong wine could compare with the sip she just drank.

The reason why she dared to drink was because she was sure that the other party's purpose was not their lives.

Although she didn't know what the other party wanted to do, she was sure that only by drinking this wine would everything become clear.

Feng Qingchen did not hesitate, picked up the wine bowl and drank.

He knew there was nothing he could do to stop the little girl.

However, he could stay with the little girl.

If this was poison, then he would die with the little girl.

no big deal.

However, after a bowl of wine, his reaction was completely different from Bai Mingwei's.

He frowned, a hint of discomfort showing on his face.

It seemed that this was the most unpleasant thing to drink in the world, which was why he, who was so tolerant, showed a look of discomfort.

The wine monk saw the two people's reactions, and then laughed loudly: "It's so similar! It's like recreating the scene!"

Speaking of this, the drunken monk's face showed a hint of madness.

As if going crazy.

His eyes were bright, with a cold light in them: "This is the work of this poor monk throughout his life. I haven't thought of a name yet, but don't underestimate it. It can awaken your truest self." "If you can survive tonight, poor monk The monk will comply with your request, not only for all the secret recipes, but even if you are drunk today, the poor monk will give them to you."

Bai Mingwei asked: "Why?"

The wine monk's eyes suddenly became distant.

He said: "Because the poor monk is happy."

Because he was happy, even though he was drunk and making money, he still stayed in this dilapidated hut to exile himself.

He can do anything he wants because he likes it.

After all, he is a monk, right?

Feng Qingchen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if in great pain.

Immediately afterwards, his body stiffened, as if he was resisting something.

But in the end he was defeated and slowly fell to the ground.

Bai Mingwei was also sweating profusely. Shortly after Feng Qingchen fell, she also fell down.

The lights in the room were dim, so the wine monk took a lamp and brought it close to Bai Mingwei's face.

That face was completely presented to the wine monk.

The wine monk reached out his hand, wanting to touch.

But the hand that was halfway extended was retracted for some reason.

His low murmur sounded in the wind: "It looks like...it really looks like...you look like her..."

Finally, the wine monk looked at Feng Qingchen: "And you are like me."

What is wine?
Wine is the pastime of the proud and the sorrow of the frustrated.

Wine is a person's seven emotions, six desires, joys, angers, sorrows and joys. It is a good friend who forgets and relieves worries, and it is also a poison that penetrates the intestines.

It is a wonderful taste that everyone will experience differently after drinking it.

What he uses to make wine is not only rice, but also a past that is difficult to tell and unknown to others.

Thinking of this, the wine monk said again: "Even if she has entrusted her, after all, I can't give up this drunkenness so easily."

Finally, the wine monk looked at the two people who were unconscious on the ground and sweating profusely. He picked up the empty wine jar beside him, poured out some residue from it, and drank it all in one gulp.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Mingwei suddenly woke up.

She was sweating profusely, with a look of fear and fear on her face, as if she had just been haunted by a nightmare.

She calmed down for a moment, and the flickering candlelight in front of her eyes, as well as the wine monk half lying on the ground, all reminded her that she was awake.

"So fast? You have a clean and transparent heart."

Bai Mingwei ignored the wine monk and looked at Feng Qingchen with lingering fear.

Seeing Feng Qingchen's face showing pain and his whole body soaked in cold sweat, she quickly shook Feng Qingchen's body: "Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen!"

Her voice was full of urgency and panic, as if she had blurted out something, so anxious and worried.

The wine monk chuckled: "It's useless. The poor monk put medicine in this wine. Unless he can defeat his inner demons like you and wake up from this nightmare."

"Otherwise, his energy and blood will surge, his tendons and veins will be severed, and he will die. You have lived an upright life with a clear conscience, so you woke up soon."

After a pause, the wine monk calmed down his expression and said seriously: "But he...hehe...he may not be sure."

(End of this chapter)