Chapter 2: The Wine Glass of Night Glow

  "Qin Xiaozi, good wine capacity!" Cheng Huai Mo gave a thumbs up, with a hint of appreciation.

  Qin Feng shook his head and sighed, "Drinking under the moonlight is a great atmosphere, but unfortunately this wine is too poor, not strong enough, not mellow enough, it's not the kind of fine wine that men should drink."

  His eyes widened like bronze bells, Cheng Huai Mo snatched the jade jug from Qin Feng's hand, "Little baby hasn't drunk wine before, don't pretend to be a connoisseur. This is my family's old devil's privately stored precious tribute wine of Zui Xiang Lou for a long time. You mustn't waste it on me."

  Good wine? If undistilled liquor can also be called strong liquor, then the wine worms in Qin Feng's belly are going to be unemployed.

  "Taste this one of mine?"

  No matter what kind of master or grandmaster, men generally attach great importance to face, and even the most powerful grandmaster is just an ordinary person.

  Along with Qin Feng came his mountaineering backpack, after all, no matter how high the boundary is, necessary outdoor survival tools are also needed, and fine wine is naturally an indispensable leisure product in spare time.

  Cheng Huaixie couldn't help but chuckle, a little brat from who-knows-where, how could he possibly have better wine than the private stash of his family's old devil king?

  "Bang!"

  When Qin Feng took out an ordinary glass bottle from his mysterious backpack, Cheng Huaimei subconsciously loosened her grip on the jade vase in her hand.

  The enchanting gemstone, rose red, appears even more alluring under the moonlight. As Qin Feng opens the bottle cap with a slight movement, it releases a comfortable, harmonious, elegant, rich, distinctive, lingering, and intense aroma.

  For a moment, Programme almost attributed all imaginable vocabulary to the enchanting red wine.

  The wine made from grapes is a fine wine, but it is quite different from the grape wine stored in ordinary taverns.

  Good wine, a fine wine of the highest quality. To be able to drink such good wine in this life is truly satisfying.

  Cheng's dazed expression was somewhat comical, and Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy as he gazed at the crystal droplets hanging from his lips; this bottle of red wine in his hand might be their last memory.

  Wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Cheng Huai Mo's eyes shone brightly as he stared at Qin Feng, "Qin Xiao Zi, how could you bring out such good wine only now? It's really too unkind."

  After speaking, the somewhat defeated-looking man kicked a jade wine pot that had spilled some liquid on the floor to one side. If his family's fierce wife were to see it, she would probably scold him severely.

  Seeing Cheng Huiwu's amusing gesture of rubbing his hands together, Qin Feng couldn't help but shake his head and pour the fine wine from the bottle into the small cup in his hand.

  "Don't rush, this isn't a wine that can be gulped down quickly. It's only when savored slowly that the flavor comes out. The Nightglow Cup is still the best match for this wine." Qin Feng stopped Cheng Huai Mo who was about to drink it in one gulp.

  Good wine is available, but it can't be wasted like this either.

  Learning from Qin Feng's manner, Cheng Hua Mo roughly swirled his wine cup, and a few drops of crimson liquid splashed onto the ground as he did so, which made him heartbroken.

  Not until Qin Feng nodded to indicate that he could drink did he take a small sip, the liquid in his mouth was as smooth and tight as pearls, as silky as silk.

  This extreme feeling, for a moment, made Cheng Huai Mo, this rough and wild school officer, forget who he was and everything around him.

  His closed eyes slowly opened, with a hint of enjoyment, and Cheng Huai Mo praised, "Good wine! After drinking such a wonderful grape wine, I finally know that other beautiful wines in this world are just plain water."

  Jing Cheng's face was slightly flushed, and Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh as he put the only bottle of wine back into his backpack.

  The fine wines of the Tang Dynasty were not necessarily inferior in taste, but rather the grain or fruit wines before distillation had a less pure flavor and intensity.

  "Qin Xiaozi, you can't be a person like this. Your brother took you in, didn't he? Now how can you be so petty? I just had one sip of that fine wine, don't you think it's only right to give the whole bottle to your brother?" Cheng Huai saw Qin Feng put away the wine and suddenly became anxious, his inner wine demon stirred up, how could he let it go easily.

  "Want a drink? No problem, as long as you beat me, that bottle of wine is yours." Qin Feng said with a smile.

  In a brief exchange, he could see that the current Cheng Hui was an opponent of his level, and at least physically stronger than him by a lot.

  After years of practicing martial arts, his body has regressed. He must start training again. This whetstone in front of him will be completely wasted if not used.

  "If you're going to come, then come. If we're going to fight, let's have a big battle right now and return in three hundred days. Is our school commander afraid of you, a young whippersnapper?"

  "It's getting late today, let's fight again tomorrow, I need some rest now."

  Qin Feng didn't give Cheng Hui Mo the chance to continue speaking, and directly walked into the courtyard's guest room that had already been arranged for him. No matter how Cheng Hui Mo knocked on the door outside, he completely ignored him.

  Half a response, outside quieted down, Qin Feng lying on the bed suddenly became lost in thought.

  Li Er's prosperous Tang Dynasty is an era that makes the Chinese people proud, perhaps his responsibility for coming here is to make this prosperity even more glorious and let this prosperity last forever.

  As he slowly fell asleep, Qin Feng's will seemed to merge even more into this prosperous era.

  ......

  The next day, in the early morning, the air was filled with the fragrance of mud, refreshing and invigorating.

  There were no more towering skyscrapers, nor speeding cars rushing by. In this peaceful era, Qin Feng, who was immersed in his cultivation, perfectly entered a state of selflessness.

  "This is the high person you were talking about? But it's just a little kid! If that little kid can't produce the fine wine you mentioned, I'll skin you alive today!"

  A coarse and overbearing voice abruptly interrupted Qin Feng's cultivation state.

  The newcomer was nearly six feet tall, with a majestic brocade robe hiding muscles full of absolute explosive power. His face, covered in a dense beard, had some similarities to Cheng Huai's shrinking figure.

  At a closer glance, if it weren't for that layer of whiskers covering his face, the newcomer would have had a somewhat handsome appearance, and his identity was almost palpable.

  "Lu Guogong, Cheng Yaojin?"

  "That little doll is quite bold, except for those few old guys, not many people have dared to call me by my former name in recent years." Cheng Yaojin narrowed his eyes, exuding an air of superiority without even trying.

  "Names are for calling, whether it's you or the one above. If no one calls your name again, will life still be fun?" Qin Feng said bluntly to Cheng Yaojin.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Cheng Yaojin's demeanor suddenly became more subdued, and with a very satisfied expression, he patted Qin Feng's shoulder, "Not bad, little kid. Old Cheng acknowledges you as my younger brother from now on. From now on in Chang'an, you'll be under my protection."

  Upon hearing this, Cheng Huai's face, which had originally been giving Qin Feng a thumbs up, immediately fell.

  Qin Feng and his family's old master called each other brothers, but now he has been lowered by a generation, how can he still hold his head up in front of Qin Feng from now on.

  The Demon King of Mixed Worlds had decided on something that wasn't so easy to change, and besides, Qin Feng hadn't planned on refusing Cheng Yaojin's kind intentions.