This kind of Wucheng wine brewed with stalks is stronger than spring/medicine. After a jar of wine, it is basically as happy as a fairy...

However, this thing is now so disrespectful to that one that it is necessary to hang the corpse of Gaozhi to apologize, and even if he does not need to hang Gaozhi himself, Shi Wuluo can kill him directly.

"It's liquor, it's spirits," Shi Wuluo looked down at a jar of wine, "but he drinks everything."

He drinks all kinds of wine, and he doesn't know which wine he likes the most.

Wu Luo looked at the neatly arranged jars of wine, and thought that it was no wonder he had collected so many. It turned out that he didn't know which wine he would like the most, so he simply collected the fine wines wherever he went: Erhuilong from Beige, Xunjiu from Jiangzuo, Yuquan Brew from Yuzhou, Yunmeng from Tiandong... From east to west, from north to south, they are all-encompassing.

For a thousand years, in addition to killing and beheading, this person has been silently looking for another person's wine that he might like.

But after so many years, none of them knew whether that person could come back.

"Well..." The old man Wu Luo scratched his hair, "Then drinking also depends on the environment. The wine you drink while fishing in the middle of the lake is definitely different from the wine you drink while riding the wind and waves. It is reminiscent of drinking when you are in the snow. Wine from the fire, wine that reminds you of the scorching sun when the icy wind is high, and wine that reminds you of a lone pine in a clear spring when the scorching sun is scorching a thousand miles away... Then we have to see... uh..."

Uro clicked again.

He wanted to say that he would have to see if it developed to the point of being able to kiss or hold hands, but this is too vulgar, and it is nothing to put on Wumin, but it is not good to say it in front of Shi Wuluo...

Wu Luo felt that it was also thanks to Lord Wu that it was him, not a few others. He had at least read some of the so-called "books and poetry" elsewhere, and after searching his stomach, he could also come up with some decent things.

If it was someone else, would definitely be stunned, just wanted to drink a drink, why is the mother so particular about it?

"You have to choose what kind of wine you want to invite him back," Wu Luo said softly, "Think about where you want to invite him to drink, and what kind of wine you think he will like... Others say no. It's accurate, your own feelings are accurate."

He didn't say a word again.

In fact, whatever wine you choose is right, as long as the other party is actually interested in you.

The reverse is also true, if the other party doesn't mean anything to you, then everything is wrong.

Shi Wuluo nodded silently. He looked at the jar of wine lined up, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

An old man with a hunch-like back was limping onto the altar, leaning on crutches, reaching the ground.

Wu Luo greeted him, "Hey, Xian Lao Gui, hasn't your beard been ripped off by your granddaughter?"

Wu Xian glared at him fiercely, and then bowed respectfully to Shi Wuluo: "Sir, the medicine is ready."

Shi Wu Luo nodded, put away the wine and walked down the altar alone.

"Tsk."

Seeing Shi Wuluo's back disappearing among the ancient trees, Wuluo smashed his pipe and shook his head.

"It's really not easy for him to take the initiative to heal the injury."

"What did you tell him?" Wu Xian took out a pipe from his sleeve and started smoking, "Does this work?"

In the past, every time Shi Wuluo left the southern border and came back, no matter how serious or serious the injury was, he never saw him pay any attention. Although after a period of time, relying on high strength, the injury will be healed, but it is not always a problem. It's just that the persuasion of all the people in the clan doesn't work, so let's forcibly escort people to be treated... Not to mention whether they dare or not, no one can beat them alone, so they can only stare blankly.

The most angry about this is Wu Xian.

He is the most proficient in medicine in the clan.

After opening the altar last time, Shi Wuluo was willing to deal with the injury for the first time. Wu Xian boiled a bunch of herbs non-stop, with a posture that he would take this opportunity to solve the old ailments on Lord Wu. As a result, the medicine was not ready, and Shi Wuluo didn't explain a word, so he went back to the altar and forcibly activated the secret method.

And even more exaggerated than last time.

The last time it was only Spiritual Sense in person, this time he directly crushed the wound and separated his soul.

Originally it was just a serious injury, and when the secret method ended and the soul returned, it was no different from stepping into the coffin with half a foot. Wu Xian was so angry that he almost turned his back, and hurriedly boiled the medicine again... Afraid that he would walk away halfway again, this time the medicine was boiled, and Wu Xian immediately came over to urge him.

Fortunately, Shi Wuluo did not leave in a hurry this time, but really passed.

"What's the use of what I said?" Wu Luo sneered, knocking the pipe against the stone, and some sparks came out, "The one who wants him to live well."

"I think so too." Wu Xian stroked his beard, "...What did Master Wu just put a bunch of wine for?"

Wu Luo casually recounted what had just happened.

Wu Xian slapped his thigh: "What kind of wine should you order?"

"It's not very good," Uro said. "At least it's starting to look like a living person. Why are you so surprised?"

"No, no," Wu Xian waved his hand, "I mean, he actually asked you."

Wu Luoyi frowned: "Xian Lao Gui, what do you mean?"

"A guy like you, who has been a bachelor until now, can understand a fart," Wu Xian's face was almost twisted, "Damn, if he really believes in your messy ideas, it's not over! You go and hang the branches for me. I'm sorry!!"

Wu Luo was furious.

"Bullshit! I was the most popular one in the clan back then! You didn't even bother to care about a sow back then." "The old children and granddaughters are married, and you are still an old bachelor."

"Bastard, that's because of my passion."