The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

At Dongyi Jiufeng, three thousand people gathered with wine jars on the mountain square.

Perhaps there was too much wine in the jars, and the breeze here was filled with a faint aroma of wine.

Amid the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves, Wang Que stood on the platform and spoke in a low voice, his voice containing spiritual power spreading throughout the mountain square: "I gave you a month before, but now it has been a month and ten days."

"According to the brewing skills I taught you before, twenty days are enough to brew a bottle of wine."

"Now forty days, the sword that brews three bottles of wine is suspended in the air, let me see who is there."

As soon as the voice fell, nearly a hundred people flew up on the square.

Wang Que turned his head and smiled at Mo Lingqing beside him, as if to say: See, how is it?

Under the red veil, Mo Lingqing curled her lips slightly and did not speak, but there was also a faint smile in her eyes.

"Ahem." Wang Que coughed twice and said, "Those who brewed four jars of wine will stay in the air, and those who didn't will fall."

After this, there were only thirty or forty people left in the air.

"Yes, those who brewed five jars of wine will stay."

Only ten people were left this time.

"Those who brewed six jars of wine will stay."

Only three people were left, but these three people did not include Chen Jingchu and Zhang Songlin.

Looking at these three people, Wang Que's eyes showed admiration: "How many jars did you brew? Tell me."

The one on the left saluted with a fist: "Disciple brewed ten jars!"

"Ten jars?" Wang Que was stunned and then smiled: "Not bad."

The one in the middle said in a low voice: "Disciple only brewed eight jars."

"Not bad."

The last person also said in a low voice: "Disciple also only brewed eight jars."

"Not bad, bring your wine up for me to taste."

"Yes!"

The three took the order and then flew onto the platform with their own wine.

Nearly 3,000 people were slightly resentful in the audience, but they dared not say much.

They thought that the ability should not be judged by the amount of brewing.

The wine jar on the stage was opened, and the familiar aroma of beer was fragrant, but now Wang Que renamed it fruit wine!

At this moment, Wang Que raised his hand, and ten sips of fruit wine flew out as his spiritual power flowed.

After tasting them one by one, Wang Que frowned slightly: "The taste is not very good. Although you brew a lot, your wine tastes bad."

The man knelt down in panic: "My king, give me another chance!"

Wang Que waved his hand: "I have already given the opportunity. Do I have to give them another chance one by one for the 3,000 people present?"

"There is only one chance, and I have given you enough time. Your wine is indeed unqualified!"

"Keep this wine for yourself, go down."

The man turned pale and took his wine down in a daze.

On the stage, Wang Que looked at the other two people: "Who will recommend yourself?"

"I'll do it!" The man on the left walked out and opened the wine jar: "My king, please taste it!"

Wang Que smelled it first, then frowned and waved his hand: "Take the wine down, your taste is not right, have you ever drunk it yourself?"

The man's face turned pale: "My king, I think it tastes quite good, do you want to try it first?"

Wang Que frowned even more, he did not answer but looked at the other person: "Open your wine jar."

The man nodded, and then the wine jar was opened, and the smell of this person was more serious.

Wang Que pointed at the man's wine jar and said to the disciple: "Try others' wine, then try your own wine. As long as you are not a moron, his wine will definitely taste better than yours!"

The disciple was a little skeptical and scooped out a small spoonful with his spiritual power to taste it...

After a few seconds, the disciple lowered his head with a look of frustration: "I have embarrassed myself."

After that, the disciple put away his wine jar and flew down in disgrace.

Wang Que tasted the man's wine, and the taste was still average, but much better than the previous one.

Looking at the man's wine, Wang Que thought for a moment and said directly: "Those who are confident in their own wine come up and taste his. If you feel that yours is worse than his, stay. If you feel that it is not as good as his, go down."

"If anyone stays, I will taste it and it is not as good as his, then I will kill him directly. Starting from the first one on the left, forty people come up quickly in groups of forty."

There are eight jars of wine, one left, and the remaining seven jars are completely enough for forty people to taste in groups of forty.

And each person can only taste a little bit, these seven jars are enough.

Time passed quickly, but not many people dared to stay on the stage.

Two hours later, less than 30 people stayed on the stage!

And this method, these people in the audience were all convinced.

Time is the same, if the brewing is not as good as others, then it is not as good as others, what else can you say if you are not as skilled as others?

On the chair, Wang Que stood up and took out a jar of fruit wine he brewed: "You all come and taste it, and those who feel that it is similar to what I brew can stay."

"Even ifIf the wine is two grades lower than mine, you can also stay!"

In less than ten minutes, there were only ten people left!

Among these ten people, there were six women and four men, and Chen Jingchu and Zhang Songlin were among them.

At this moment, the two of them were still unwilling to give in to each other.

Chen Jingchu came out and clasped his fists: "My king, please try my wine first. I can say that my wine is not much different from yours!"

Wang Que raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Very good, I appreciate your confidence, serve the wine!"

Chen Jingchu nodded, and then took out his two jars of wine. He only brewed two jars.

As soon as the seal was opened, the wine fragrance overflowed. Wang Que's eyes moved slightly and a hint of expectation rose in his heart, because just by smelling the taste, it was almost the same as his own.

"You brewed more than two jars, right?" Wang Que looked at Chen Jingchu.

"I dare not deceive my king. I brewed thirty jars, but in the end only these two jars were the best! "

Wang Que nodded, then tasted it twice.........

He did not speak immediately, but carefully tasted the difference between the wine he brewed and the wine he brewed.

After a while, Wang Que opened his eyes and admired: "You are too modest. Your fruit wine is slightly better than mine. Very good, very good!"

Chen Jingchu's hanging heart fell completely. He knelt on one knee with a fist clasped: "Thank you for your comments, my master! I can have this skill thanks to your exquisite teaching!"

"Hahaha." Wang Que laughed and waved: "You all try it too. Whoever wants to surpass him, stand up."

Three minutes later, only Zhang Songlin stood up unyieldingly: "My master, my wine is definitely not worse than his!"

"Oh? Bring it up."

"Yes!" Zhang Songlin said, waving his hand, and two jars of wine appeared in front of Wang Que.

After removing the seal, Zhang Songlin clasped his fist and stepped back: "My master, please try it! "

Wang Que went forward and drank two sips. This time he still thought for a moment.

Both of them have some skills. It is really hard to tell which one is better.

"Come and taste it, and tell me your evaluation."

After a while, the nine people looked at Chen Jingchu and Zhang Songlin with a strange look on their faces, because it was really hard to tell which one is better.

Wang Que had the answer in his mind, but he still brought two glasses of wine for Mo Lingqing to taste.

After Mo Lingqing tasted a few sips, Wang Que said in a calm voice: "Madam, who do you think will win?"

Mo Lingqing put down the wine glass: "It doesn't matter."

Wang Que smiled and turned around: "You all heard that the wine you brewed is not good, so who will be the general manager........."