Three-Legged Dragon Manor, inner courtyard pavilion.
Ye Bei sat on the stone chair, watching Zhao Bingsheng pour the wine leisurely.
Zhao Bingsheng poured the wine quietly without saying a word.
When Ye Bei looked at the wine bottle and smelled the rich and mellow aroma of the wine, his thoughts could not help but drift far.
Time went back to a thousand years ago.
On that day, Ye Bei traveled through the mountains and rivers and passed by a small town. There, he met a boy, he as though the boy was an old friend, so he helped him.
But the town was poor, only loess everywhere.
After Ye Bei pondered about it, he thought of a way to instruct the boy about the porcelain-making process.
And the boy had a great interest in this craft…
He honed his skill day and night and finally learned a superb technique.
Later, in order to help the town get rid of poverty and become rich, the boy selflessly and fearlessly passed this craft to his neighbors.
Time passed as the years hurried.
Many years later, the porcelain-making skill in that small town had been passed down through the ages, marveling the world. Even in modern times, that small town was still famous in the whole world – Jingde Town.
It's a pity that those years were too long.
When looking at the blue and white porcelain wine bottle, Ye Bei could not remember the boy's name for a while.
In addition to the porcelain, the familiar aroma of wine also made Ye Bei's thought flutter.
On the cruel battlefield, blood was flowing like a river. A general in an armor, propped on the ground with one hand and his other hand held a blood-stained long word that had pierced his heart fiercely. He was clearly already dead, but he stood towering like a giant on the battlefield without the intention to fall.
Ye Bei walked passed this place, looking at the desolation of the sky, looking at the general who did not fall to the ground, he felt a sense of sadness.
That day…
Ye Bei took rootless water as the source, desolation as the root, borrowing the helmets of generals and soldiers, and filled them with wine.
The aroma of the wine wafted, covered all the bloody smell of the battlefield.
However, the desolation permeated in the air was never extinguished.
Because, that general was the general who heard Ye Bei's words, the general who slaughtered tens of thousands of people just because of Ye Bei's words, the God of Annihilation – Bai Qi.
In later history, it was recorded that Bai Qi committed suicide, no one knew that he actually died a such a violent way.
One was an old friend Ye Bei had met by chance, teaching him how to make porcelain.
Another one was a general, a crazy killer, who had heard Ye Bei's words by chance.
Time and destiny had always been so magical…
In that era, those two people could never collide with each other, after endless years, what collided together was unexpectedly what they left behind instead.
"Master, I have poured it." After filling the three wine glasses separately, Zhao Bingsheng spoke slowly.
His voice pulled Ye Bei back from his thoughts.
"Bingsheng, you're working hard. The jug is the earliest batch of blue and white porcelain in Jingde Town during the Yuan Dynasty. It has exquisite workmanship and amazing patterns. This jug is already an unrivaled work, right?" Ye Bei slowly said.
Zhao Bingsheng did not feel much surprised when he heard it. If Ye Bei could not recognize it, it would be strange instead, "Yes, master. I spent a lot of money on this jug, and maybe there's no second one in the world. But the origin of this wine is also unusual…"
"The wine is also a good wine." Ye Bei interrupted, he looked at the light green and mysterious wine in the crystal glass, and continued, "Using the blue and white porcelain of the Yuan Dynasty to seal the fine wine of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Period in the cold and humid soil, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and bathe the essence of the sun and moon, not only can it guarantee the perfect quality of this wine, but also make the blue and white porcelain more bright and transparent…"
Wang An sat aside, after hearing what Ye Bei said, he was a little surprised.
Although at the very beginning, he realized that the origin of this jug and the wine was not simple, he never thought that there was such a long history. The color of the preserved wine from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period had turned green.
Thousand-year wine, mellow and rich, this kind of thing, even if one had endless wealth, he might not be able to get it at all.
No wonder Zhao Bingsheng said that it was something he had treasured for many years.
"Sure enough, the master is still the master, you're absolutely right." Zhao Bingsheng nodded. He had studied this wine, but he had limited knowledge. He only knew that it came from a long river of history, but did not know what its name was. After listening to Ye Bei's word, he couldn't help asking, "Then, master, you should know the name of this wine and its true historical origin, right?"
"The wine's name and its true history?" Ye Bei murmured, his eyes narrowed.
Hu hu…
Inside the pavilion, as the dark clouds in the sky thickened, a breeze blew by, and the cold temperature was overflowing.
Zhao Bingsheng stood in front of Ye Bei, he bent slightly, his expression was respectful, waiting for Ye Bei's answer.
Wang An was also curious and prepared to listen carefully.
"This wine is called Blood Wine." Ye Be said earnestly. In fact, when he brewed this wine himself, he did not name it, but he added it at will after a thousand years.
Seeing the curiosity in their eyes deepened, Ye Bei continued softly, "This wine is taken from the battlefield and was brewed with rootless water. Because of the war, the air at that time was full of blood mist and rootless water. The rootless water combined the two at the moment of falling, and it made this wine."
Huh?
The two were originally curious, but after they heard this, their expressions were suddenly different.
Wang An did not dare to look at the wine directly. Although the pale green color of the wine looked beautiful, he always felt unclean.
Zhao Bingsheng's body trembled violently. He had a general understanding of Ye Bei's origin. He knew that Ye Bei was immortal and had gone through endless years. He also knew that Ye Bei would never say something illusory.
Blood Wine…
On this occasion, he actually took out this wine by himself. He felt that the meaning was a bit deeper.
"Master, this old slave did not mean it, this old slave will remove it." Zhao Bingsheng said quickly.
Ye Bei shook his head slightly, "Blood Wine is just a name. its history is just a piece of information that it carries, but not just wine, this peaceful world, one scene, and one thing, which one of them is not made of blood? Let's drink it…"
Without hesitation, Ye Bei stretched out his white fingers and held the crystal wine glass.
His long sleeves covered up his mouth.
His elegant action was portrayed…
One sip was to drink up that Blood Wine.
The mellowed wine hovering between the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste was endless. After a thousand years, he was able to drink the wine he once brewed. For Ye Bei, this was definitely a happy thing.
Wang An and Zhao Bingsheng saw it.
Even though they had the same thoughts, but at this time, they did not dare to hesitate, they picked their wine glasses one after another and drank them all.
"Sit down and eat food." Seeing that the two of them drank, he spoke plainly.
Zhao Bingsheng put the golden dragon head cane aside and sat down respectfully, but at the moment he drank the Blood Wine, he only felt that his stomach was burning and his mind buzzed, it was a kind of uneasy sensation. The madness started to spread in his heart as his heart even speeded up wildly.
During the drinking, everything disappeared in smoke, probably, this was the feeling…
…
Clatter!
In fact, when Zhao Bingsheng noticed it, it was already a foregone conclusion.
Then moment Ye Bei put down his wine glass, blood was flowing throughout the entire Three-Legged Dragon Manor!