Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 15 The Mystery in Wine

"Madam, this old man... is here for your son. His two colorful poems yesterday are as if they were taught by a saint, and they cannot be buried. Point out the path for your son."

Mother Lin almost fainted from the joy. She knew that her son was talented in poetry, but she also knew the difficulty of the scientific examination, so she pressed her second son so urgently, and directly stated that after three years, if he failed the provincial examination , take what you are asking.

Although the second son is helping with all his strength, the third son has a higher starting point than the average person, but the third son is only a scholar after all. She thought about it half the night last night, hoping to find a better teacher for the third son, such as Ju Ren.

Unexpectedly, when the door was opened, a famous person from all over the world came!
A real celebrity in the world!
Mr. Baoshan is a Jinshi!
Have a literary heart!

Such a person is more than a hundred times stronger than Juren who owns Wenshan?
With the current financial resources and status of the Lin family, they are not worthy of anyone with a literary heart, and they can't even talk to him at all, but this Mr. Baoshan cut straight to the point and took the initiative to accept Saburo.

Ancestor, take a look, the Lin family is really full of happy events...

"Sanlang, hurry up and meet your mentor!"

Lin Su took a step forward, came to his mother, and said respectfully: "Mother, Mr. Baoshan is a famous person in the world, and he has always been informal. Mr. Baoshan, what do you think?"

Mr. Baoshan looked at him with a smile, noncommittal.

Mother Lin is in a hurry, why is this stupid son so unable to wake up?Why don't you kneel down quickly?How about cooking the raw rice into mature rice?
Lin Su stretched out his hand directly: "Mr. Baoshan, I have made some fresh food, you come and try..."

This time Baoshan finally lost his calmness and clearness, and was dragged away by him...

Alcoholics are often also foodies, this is the conclusion Lin Su brought from that world.

The conclusion works!

If Baoshan hadn't tasted a steamed stuffed bun, he probably wouldn't be attracted by his food. The problem is that he tasted it. The taste is incomparable. How about fresh food?With just this one sentence, his attention was completely lost...

Out of ten buns, he ate eight!

And one bite at a time, Lin Su was speechless, are you a literary genius of the human race, or a demon race?Is this mouth too big?
He ate three bowls of noodles!
He put down the last half bowl of noodles, finally couldn't eat anymore, right?

No, he took out the jug.

Lin Su couldn't help it: "Mr. Baoshan, do you drink it in the morning?"

"Such delicious food, how can there be no wine?"

Baoshan picked up Lin Su's tea cup, poured it out with a bang, and poured the wine in the pot into the cup. The pot didn't look big, but after pouring three cups in a row, the spout was still the same as when it started pouring. Keep the same slope.

That's surprising.

Baoshan noticed his gaze and smiled slightly: "The treasure of literature and Taoism, there is heaven and earth in it. The wine in my jug used to be [-] catties, but now there are only ten catties left. People who are idle, don't want to drink from me." Half a glass!"

Drinking a sip of wine and eating a sip of noodles is like drinking noodles with wine, and the more you drink, the more interesting it is.

"Sir, taste the wine first!" Lin Jialiang held up the cup, took a sip, and shouted: "Good wine! This is the best wine I have ever tasted in my life!"

Baoshan glanced at him with a rare and strange expression, and his eyes fell on Lin Su's face: "You have a taste too!"

Lin Su imitated his elder brother, held up the wine glass, and took a sip. The expression on his face was very strange. This was completely different from wine. The alcohol content was far higher than wine, but why didn’t it have the aroma of wine?Instead, it has a weird smell?This is called good wine?Isn't this clearly a fake wine blended with alcohol in modern society?There is cold water, I rely on it!You old man Niu B, you brought 300 catties of low-quality fake wine with you and drank only ten catties, and you are still alive?

"How is it?" Baoshan raised his wine glass and asked lightly, with a very "Versailles" temperament.

"It's different from... wine!"

"That's natural. How can my strong wine be compared to the mere wine of old man Ding Hai? Fruit wine is only a woman's wine, and this wine is a man's strong wine!"

"That's true, the wine, it's flattering to call it a woman's wine, it's just sour plum soup..."

Hahahaha...

Baoshan looked up to the sky and smiled, full of vigor, and suddenly stopped smiling: "Drinking this wine, is there any poetic flavor?"

have!I want to write a poem against counterfeiting...

Of course, Lin Su couldn't say this out loud, the old lady was still paying close attention to this side, it would be bad if the old man flipped the table.

Lin Su hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Baoshan, do you really like the poetry of wine?"

"It's natural! Everyone in the world knows that Mr. Baoshan only likes things in a glass all his life, and naturally he also likes poetry in wine." His second brother interjected. At this moment, he also hopes that his third brother can do what he likes.

Mr. Baoshan said: "Kid Jialiang's words are right. I do like things in glasses, and poetry in wine, but do you know why I like them?"

why?
Does an alcoholic need a reason?

Lin Su frowned...

Lin Jialiang didn't understand either.

"Do you know what my Wengen is? It's really interesting to say, my Wengen looks like this..."

He picked up the flagon from the table.

Lin Su's eyes widened, C!Your Wengen is actually a flagon?
I said that my own Wengen is already very weird, but yours is even more weird?

"My Wengen is not top-grade. Those who are not top-grade Wengen are extremely hard to find!" Mr. Baoshan said: "I have been at the peak of Wenxin for ten years, but I can't get a glimpse of the mystery of the extreme realm."

Lin Su's eyes flickered: "Do you need enlightenment?"

"Enlightenment? Although these words are fresh, they are also appropriate." Baoshan said: "In the past, Deng Xianchu was looking at a strange painting from beyond the sky, and when he was inspired, he stepped into the extreme realm. Is it similar to the enlightenment of a monk?"

Deng Xianchu's literary roots are paintings, and when he finds a good painting, he breaks the limit.

The old man Baoshan used wine pot as his root, so...

Lin Su pondered for a moment: "So, you think I wrote wine poems for you, just to realize some new artistic conception from the poems?"

"I got your poem yesterday, and I watched it in the middle of the night. I felt that the bottleneck that hadn't been moved for ten years has loosened. It's really an anecdote through the ages."

Therefore, he came here today, hoping to get more poems to help him step into the extreme state of literary mind.

Wenxin Extreme Realm, a very special checkpoint, although it still belongs to a small level of the Wenxin class as a whole, it hinders most of the literary masters.

The so-called literary heart is easy to get, but the extreme state is hard to find.

The Extreme Realm is more like a qualification test. Only after passing the Extreme Realm can one be qualified to step into the Wen Road. What is a Wen Road? Your own path!
People with a literary heart can be found everywhere in the world, but there is no one in ten who can create a literary path. It is the mysterious barrier of the extreme realm, which abruptly blocks more than [-]% of people.

Enlightenment, Lin Su must admit that he doesn't understand at all, but he understands that poetry can produce poetry. With this illusory poetry, can it open up the extreme state of literary mind of a top-level expert?Why is it so unreliable?

While Lin Su was in deep thought, Mr. Baoshan sipped the wine, seemingly indifferent, but from his drinking posture, it can be seen that he actually cared very much, because he didn't make a sound when drinking. I can hear the thud...

Lin Su raised his head slowly: "Mr. Baoshan, have you ever thought about another possibility?"

"what?"

"Maybe what you need is not wine poetry, but really good wine."

His wen root is too strange, it is a wine pot, and the extreme state of writing, as the name suggests, is to make the whole body reach a perfect state, only the wine pot, without good wine, how can it be perfect?

Mr. Baoshan said: "Of course I know this, so in the past ten years, I have visited all over the world, and the wine in front of me is from the Holy Land of the Monster Race."

Lin Jialiang said: "It is said that the holy land of Jade Lake in the West has real heaven and earth wine. I don't know if the master has asked for it."

"I've been there three times, but I couldn't enter the place three times, but with the help of an old friend, I was lucky enough to taste it once, but it was just the wine of a cultivator. It was full of wonders from heaven and earth, and it was more to improve the cultivator's cultivation. , is not the same as the wine of the world."

He really drank it, Lin Jialiang was amazed, the way of a well-educated person is beyond his imagination, he has no insight...

Lin Su said: "Give me some time, I will brew some wine for you to try."

Lin Jiahao was surprised. I just said yesterday that a gentleman should stay away from the cook, and a gentleman should stay away from the winery. So, literati, who can make wine?Third brother, I haven't even had a few drinks, so I'm still brewing?

Mr. Baoshan's eyes brightened: "Do you still know how to make wine?"

"I know a little."

"Can you make better wine from this Yaozu's fine wine?"

Lin Su picked up the wine in his glass: "Mr. Baoshan, do you want to hear a cruel sentence?"

cruel?

Baoshan laughed loudly: "Tell me!"

"You are a monster wine, to be more polite, it's not good."

Baoshan's eyes puffed up: "You should be more polite? What if you are not polite?"

"To put it bluntly, this wine...is worse than the tea you poured out just now! I would rather drink ten catties of tea than drink this glass of wine..."

This is the truth.

(End of this chapter)