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Yi Huawei looked at the scholar and found it interesting. He said with a smile, "My dear brother, you haven't tasted the wine yet, so how can you know whether it is good or bad?"

The scholar raised his head slightly, with a hint of complacency on his face: "As soon as you smell the wine, you will know that this is Sanguotou Fenjiu that has been stored for 62 years. How can it be bad?"

Yi Huawei knew that this was Sanguotou Fenjiu that was about 60 years old, but it was difficult to tell that it was exactly 62 years old. He smiled and said, "If you don't mind, please come over and have a few drinks, how about that?"

The scholar shook his head and said, "We are strangers. We just met by chance. Once I smell the aroma of wine, it's already a disturbance. How dare I ask for your wine? I absolutely cannot do that. I absolutely cannot do that."

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly, with a rather funny expression on his face.

Yi Huawei smiled and said:
"All of us are brothers. I heard what you said and was just about to ask for your advice. Please get off the boat. Don't be polite."

The scholar hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking whether to accept the invitation. After a moment, he slowly walked over to the boat, bowed deeply, and said, "My surname is Zu, the ancestor of my ancestors. Zu Ti heard the cock-crow and danced, so he was my distant ancestor. My given name is Qianqiu, which means a hundred years old. I dare not ask for your name, brother."

When he spoke, he shook his head and behaved like a scholar.

Yi Huawei bowed and said, "So it's you, brother. I'm Yue Huawei, a disciple of Huashan Sect. There are only my master and a group of fellow disciples on the boat."

Seeing that Yi Huawei was sincere, Zu Qianqiu no longer refused and stepped onto the deck carefully.

At this time, everyone on the boat sat together, looking at the sixteen jars of wine and the strange scholar in front of them, all full of curiosity.

Yue Buqun was also observing Zu Qianqiu. He was about fifty years old, with a sallow complexion, a red nose, dull eyes, a few sparse beards, and a greasy coat. He stretched out his two hands, and his ten fingernails were covered with black mud. He was thin, but had a big belly. He looked down and out, but he had such a unique understanding of wine. I don't know where it came from. However, judging from his words and actions, he didn't seem to be looking for trouble, so his guard was immediately eliminated.

Yi Huawei poured a bowl of wine for Zu Qianqiu. Zu Qianqiu took it, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, with an intoxicated look on his face:

"It is indeed the 62-year-old Sanguotou Fenjiu. It is rare, rare."

After saying that, he took a sip, closed his eyes, savored it carefully, and opened his eyes after a while, praising:
"Good wine, mellow in taste and long aftertaste. The person who brewed it must be a master."

Linghu Chong looked at Zu Qianqiu and said with a smile, "Brother Zu, you know so much about wine. I guess you must have drunk a lot of good wine. I wonder what other wines in the world you think are special?"

Zu Qianqiu's eyes flashed with excitement when he heard this. He put down the bowl, stood up, waved a broken fan in his right hand, and said, "The fine wines in this world each have their own unique features. Take this Fenjiu, for example. It must be served in a jade cup to fully display its fragrance."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bowl on the table and shook it gently: "If you use a rough bowl, the flavor of this wine will be lost."

Everyone was interested in what he said. Yi Huawei asked, "What about other wines? Are there any particular requirements?"

Zu Qianqiu perked up, walked to a jar of "Shaoxing No. 1 Red Wine", and gently patted the jar: "This Shaoxing No. 1 Red Wine is a kind of daughter's red wine, and it must be drunk in an ancient porcelain cup. In the past, Tang Yin and Tang Bohu used this ancient porcelain cup to drink No. 1 Red Wine, leaving behind a story that will be passed down through the ages."

Then, he pointed to a jar of "top-quality tribute wine": "This tribute wine should be drunk in a rhino horn cup. The rhino horn cup has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, which complements this tribute wine and can make the taste of the wine more mellow.

Everyone was amazed by his explanation. Yue Buqun nodded slightly, recognizing the knowledge of this poor scholar.

Zu Qianqiu added: "As for drinking wine, of course you have to use a luminous cup. An ancient poem says: 'Grape wine in a luminous cup, the pipa music urges me to drink.' You should know that grape wine is bright red in color, and men like us who drink it are not heroic enough. After grape wine is poured into a luminous cup, the color of the wine becomes the same as blood, and drinking it is like drinking blood. Yue Wumu's poem says: 'With great ambition, I eat the meat of the barbarians when I am hungry, and drink the blood of the Xiongnu when I am thirsty', isn't it heroic!"

As Zu Qianqiu spoke, he extended his right index finger and pointed in the air, his eyes piercing as he scanned the crowd, with a bit of complacency on his face. After that, he pointed to a jar of wine beside him and raised his voice: "As for this fine sorghum wine, it is the most ancient wine. During the time of Yu the Great, Yi Di made wine, and Yu drank it and found it sweet. That is sorghum wine."

Looking around at the crowd, Zu Qianqiu raised his head slightly and continued, "People in the world are short-sighted. They only think that Dayu controlled the floods and benefited future generations, but they don't know what controlling the floods is. That's fine, but do you know Dayu's real great achievement?"

Linghu Chong was listening intently, and when Zu Qianqiu asked him this, he subconsciously straightened up and said, "Make wine!"

When Zu Qianqiu heard the answer, he looked at Linghu Chong in surprise, then a smile broke out on his face, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and he laughed, "That's right!"

The two of them laughed together, feeling like they were meeting a close friend over a glass of wine.

Zu Qianqiu stopped laughing, straightened his clothes, and said, "As for this sorghum wine, it must be drunk with a bronze wine cup, which is ancient. As for the rice wine, the best rice wine tastes good, but it lacks sweetness and is a little light. It should be drunk with a large bucket, which shows its dignity."

Linghu Chong listened, nodded continuously, and continued: "I am a commoner, I don't understand that there are so many details between wine and wine vessels."

Zu Qianqiu patted a wine jar with the words "Hundred Herbs Wine" written on it, causing the dust on the jar to rise slightly. His palm made a dull sound when it hit the wine jar.

"This herb wine is made by collecting hundreds of herbs and soaking them in fine wine. Therefore, the wine has a fresh and fragrant aroma, like walking in the countryside in spring, making people drunk before they even drink it."

Zu Qianqiu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "To drink this herbal wine, you must use an ancient vine cup. The cup is carved from a hundred-year-old vine. Drinking herbal wine with it will greatly increase its aroma."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but frowned slightly after hearing this. After thinking for a moment, he said, "A hundred-year-old vine is quite rare."

Upon hearing this, Zu Qianqiu immediately said in a serious tone, "You are wrong. A hundred-year-old fine wine is much more rare than a hundred-year-old ancient vine. You can find a hundred-year-old ancient vine in the mountains, but everyone wants to drink a hundred-year-old fine wine, but after one drink, it is gone. Even if you drink from an ancient vine cup thousands of times, it is still a good ancient vine cup."

Linghu Chong suddenly understood what was going on and immediately bowed and said, "That's right. I am ignorant and appreciate your guidance, sir."

Yue Buqun had been listening attentively to Zu Qianqiu's words, frowning slightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes kept moving back and forth between Zu Qianqiu and Linghu Chong, listening to Zu Qianqiu's exaggerated but not unreasonable remarks, thinking secretly in his heart.

Zu Qianqiu didn't seem to notice Yue Buqun's expression, and continued with great interest:

"When drinking Shaoxing Zhuangyuanhong, you must use an ancient porcelain cup, preferably one from the Northern Song Dynasty. A Southern Song porcelain cup is acceptable, but it already looks decadent. As for Yuan porcelain, it is rather vulgar."

"How about drinking this jar of pear blossom wine? Then you should use an emerald cup. Bai Juyi's poem about Hangzhou in spring says: 'Red sleeves weave silk to praise persimmon leaves, green flags sell wine to take advantage of pear blossoms.' You see, Hangzhou restaurants sell this pear blossom wine with green flags that look like dripping jade, which makes the pear blossom wine look particularly lively. Naturally, you should use an emerald cup to drink this pear blossom wine. You should use a glass cup to drink this jade dew wine. There are tiny bubbles in jade dew wine, and it is only when you drink it in a transparent glass cup that its goodness can be seen."

Zu Qianqiu spoke eloquently, becoming more and more excited, and his hands kept gesturing in the air. Suddenly, a woman's voice said, "Toot, toot, toot, blow the conch shell!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was Yue Lingshan. Yue Lingshan stood aside, with her right index finger extended, scratching her right cheek, with a playful look on her face.

Upon seeing this, Yue Buqun immediately turned around and said to Yue Lingshan: "Shan'er, don't be unreasonable. What this Master Zu said makes a lot of sense."

Yue Lingshan disagreed. She pouted her lips slightly and said unconvincedly, "What's the point? Drinking a few glasses of wine to liven up the mood is fine, but drinking all day and night with so many rules is not what a hero does."

Zu Qianqiu heard Yue Lingshan's words and shook his head slowly, saying, "This girl, you are wrong. Was Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, a hero? If he hadn't killed the white snake with a sword after getting drunk, how could the Han Dynasty have been able to establish its foundation for hundreds of years? Was Fan Kuai a good man? At the Hongmen Banquet that day, General Fan cut meat on his shield and drank a lot of wine. Wasn't he a hero?"

Yi Feiyan found it interesting and couldn't help laughing. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He said with a smile: "Sir, since you know this is good wine, and you also say that heroes can only be happy with wine, why don't you drink it?"

When Zu Qianqiu heard what Yi Feiyan said, he calmly straightened his clothes and said seriously, "I have already said that if there is no good vessel, the good wine will be wasted in vain."

Yue Lingshan was full of disbelief when she heard this, and she immediately retorted, "You are exaggerating. What are you talking about, jade cups and luminous cups? Where in the world can there be such wine cups? Even if there are, there are only one or two. Who can have all of them?"

Zu Qianqiu smiled slightly upon hearing this, glanced at Yue Lingshan, and said slowly: "Of course, those who are particular about wine tasting have it. For people like you who drink like cows and donkeys, naturally any coarse cups and bowls can be used."

Yi Feiyan's eyes turned, and she suddenly asked, "Then are you a gentleman?"

When Zu Qianqiu heard what Yi Feiyan said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smug smile, and said: "It's not too much, it's not too little, it's a little bit elegant."

After hearing this, Yi Feiyan couldn't help but burst into laughter and asked, "So how many wine glasses do you have with you for drinking these eight kinds of wine?"

Zu Qianqiu heard Yi Feiyan's question and said calmly, "Not too much, not too little, I have one of each."

Yue Lingshan and Yi Feiyan shouted in unison: "Big bullshit king, big bullshit king..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zu Qianqiu slowly reached into his bosom and took out a wine glass. The wine glass was smooth and soft, and it was actually a mutton-fat white jade cup.

The two girls were startled, their eyes widened, and their faces were full of surprise.

Zu Qianqiu took out wine glasses one by one from his arms, as if performing magic. There were jade cups, rhino horn cups, ancient vine cups, bronze cups, luminous cups, colored glass cups, and ancient porcelain cups. After taking out eight wine glasses, he continued to take out golden cups, exquisitely carved silver cups, and colorful stone cups. In addition, there were ivory cups, tiger tooth cups, cowhide cups, bamboo cups, red sandalwood cups, etc., large and small, of all kinds.

Everyone was stunned. No one could have expected that this poor man would have so many wine glasses hidden in his arms.

Zu Qianqiu said proudly: "How is it?"

"Mr. Zu is indeed elegant!"

Bending down and picking up the ancient vine cup, Yi Huawei filled the cup with herbal wine. The amber wine swayed in the cup, leaving fine lines along the wall of the cup.

"Master, let me try it first."

Yi Huawei picked up the wine glass and drank it all. After savoring it for a moment, his eyes lit up: "It's really unusual."

After filling eight wine glasses with corresponding wines, Yi Huawei tried them one by one before washing the glasses and distributing them to Yue Buqun and his wife and a group of fellow disciples.

Zu Qianqiu looked at Yi Huawei's behavior and smiled without saying anything.

Yi Huawei poured another cup of Baicao wine and gestured to Zu Qianqiu: "Brother Zu just said that flood control is not as good as making wine. It reminds me of the current situation in the world."

After a pause, he tapped the bronze cup beside him with his fingertips, making a crisp sound, and said meaningfully: "There are constant disputes in the martial arts world today, and various factions are vying to wipe out the Demon Sect. Which is better, the method used by Dayu to dredge the flood?"

Zu Qianqiu was holding the luminous cup in both hands, tilting his head slightly to sip the wine. His Adam's apple moved slightly when he heard the words, and he swallowed the wine in his mouth, and the red wine rippled in the cup. He raised his hand to wipe the wine stains on the corners of his mouth, and with his other hand, he turned the glass cup in his palm, which produced a circle of faint blue light.

"If you block the water, it will burst; if you dredge it, it will flow."

Zu Qianqiu's voice was not loud, but it was full of confidence: "The Five Mountains Sword Sects have been suppressing Black Wood Cliff for twenty years. Have you seen the decline of the Sun Moon Divine Sect? The other day I heard that Master Liu San of Hengshan retired from the underworld. It seemed like he wanted to get out of this mess."

The sound of wooden oars breaking the waves came from the stern of the boat. The wine jar that Linghu Chong was holding shook and almost slipped out of his hands. He hurriedly held on to it tightly. Yue Buqun's eyes were like lightning, sweeping through everyone in an instant. Ning Zhongze looked calm, but he exuded a sense of vigilance. At this time, a fisherman's song drifted over the river, breaking the silence and startling several night herons, which fluttered and flew away.

"For example, this Shaoxing rice wine,"

Zu Qianqiu seemed unaware. He picked up the ancient porcelain cup, raised it to his nose and sniffed it. "It's soft at first, but strong aftertaste. Zuo Lengchan wants to unite the Five Mountains. I'm afraid he has other intentions than wine."

As he spoke, he suddenly picked up his chopsticks and tapped the jar of "Hundred Herbs Wine" lightly, making a sound similar to the clashing of swords:

"Back then, Han Xin pretended to build a plank road but secretly crossed Chencang. I'm afraid Zuo Lengchan has his own plans. He wants to use the name of the Five Mountains to strengthen himself and dominate the martial arts world."

Linghu Chong couldn't help but say, "But if the Five Mountains Sects can really integrate their strength, they may be able to better fight against the Demon Sect, and it will also be beneficial to the stability of the martial arts world."

Zu Qianqiu chuckled, put down his chopsticks, waved his hand and said, "It's not that simple. Each of the Five Mountains sects has its own heritage and its own thoughts. The Songshan sect is the strongest, and Zuo Lengchan is ambitious. Once the two sects merge, the Songshan sect will definitely dominate, and the other sects will probably become vassals."

(End of this chapter)