Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

"It's just that the moon is so bright tonight, and it would be a waste if there were no wine to cheer me up."

He raised his other hand, revealing three large jars of fine wine, and squinted his eyes as he chuckled:

"This is the finest daughter's green tea. How about two jars?"

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The Long River of Clear Tears: Chapter 56: Daughter's Youth

Under the moonlight.

Lu Zhiqiu took the wine jar, knocked it carefully, and then asked in a somewhat strange tone:

"I've only heard of Nv'erhong. What is this Nv'erqing? Is it some fake liquor you bought from somewhere?"

Dao Bu Gu's face turned serious:

"Does Dao look like someone who drinks fake alcohol?"

"Smell it, is this wine real? It couldn't be more real."

He broke the seal on the wine jar, and the mellow fragrance wafted out from the jar, leaving Lu Zhiqiu speechless immediately.

A good wine indeed.

Dao Bu Gu said proudly:

"The reason why this wine is called Daughter Green actually has a story behind it."

"Let's talk over a drink."

Done.

Dao Bugu flew up and jumped onto the roof of a nearby courtyard.

The entire Langu City is full of his Anti-Heaven Alliance’s properties, and he can drink wherever he wants.

Lu Zhiqiu nodded and followed.

She didn't even realize that she was unknowingly following Dao Bugu's line of thought and began to wonder how this daughter Qing came about.

The two sat on the roof.

One person held a large jar of wine and toasted in the moonlight.

When you are drunk and your face is red.

Lu Zhiqiu put down his wine, wiped the corner of his mouth, and asked:

"Tell me about your daughter Qing."

"If you keep me in suspense, I'll have to continue practicing swordplay with you."

Dao Bugu was so frightened that his hands trembled.

He quickly put down the wine jar, coughed twice, and began to speak:

"In fact, this Nv'erqing was originally Nv'erhong."

"As for Daughter's Red Wine, you must be familiar with it, Miss Lu. It is a famous wine popular in the southern part of the Xilan Realm."

"Over there, whenever a daughter is born, the father will use the glutinous rice from three mu of land to brew three jars of daughter red wine, carefully seal the jars, and bury them deep under the osmanthus tree in the backyard."

"When a daughter turns eighteen and marries, wine is presented as a dowry to her husband's family, symbolizing the wish for a long and healthy life and prosperity for the family."

Lu Zhiqiu nodded.

Up to now, what Dao Bugu said was exactly what she had learned about the stories of Daughter's Red Wine, and there was nothing special about it.

Dao Bu Gu took a sip of wine and continued:

"And three hundred years ago."

"A girl fell in love with another girl. Their families were old friends. They grew up together and their parents knew each other well. So they readily agreed."

"But when it came to giving each other daughter red wine, I was in trouble."

"According to the rules there, if you don't have a daughter's red wine to accompany your marriage, you won't be blessed by heaven and will suffer misfortunes for years to come."

"But the two families wanted to give their daughters red wine, but no one was willing to accept it."

Having said that, Dao Bugu glanced at Lu Zhiqiu.

Lu Zhiqiu thought for a moment and said:

"According to the customs there, the first three bowls of wine scooped from the jar should be presented to the daughter's father-in-law, her biological father, and her own husband respectively."

"And when two women marry, there's no such thing as a husband, so naturally they can't accept the third bowl of wine."

Dao Bu Gu nodded and said approvingly:

"Miss Lu is knowledgeable and insightful. I admire her."

Lu Zhiqiu kicked him and said unhappily:

"Come on, keep talking."

Dao Bu Gu shrugged and continued:

"Just when the two families were in trouble, a father suddenly brought a jar of daughter's red wine to the Yue Lao Temple. After kowtowed three times, he asked the deity in charge of marriage what their two families should do."

"Just after he finished bowing, the Yue Lao statue in the temple was suddenly covered with a layer of bright white light. A ray of light fell into the daughter's red wine, and the wine took on a light green color."

The father was stunned at first, then realized the secret: since the wine turned green, he should call it [Daughter Green], which is a homophone for [Daughter Qin]

"The third bowl of Nv'erhong wine should be given to the husband, so it shouldn't be wrong to give Nv'erqing wine to the wife, right? This was personally approved by Yue Lao."

"So, the two families happily got married."

"At the same time, the two families continued to improve their winemaking process. Finally, a year later, they imitated the Dang Ye Nv'er Qing and put it on the market."

"It is famous for its richness and a bit more refreshing than Nv'erhong."

"But later, the craftsmanship of Nv'erhong was improved several times, and its taste surpassed Nv'erqing, so it gradually declined over the years."

"I was able to find this rare and precious wine only because I had a great affinity with wine in my early years."

After hearing this, Lu Zhiqiu laughed:

"It sounds like this story was made up by a wine dealer to make his wine seem a bit magical."

"If this wine was truly inspired by Yue Lao, how could later generations have imitated it and sold it, even surpassing the reputation of Nv'erhong for a time?"

Dao Bu Gu applauded:

"Yes, Miss Lu and Dao Mou think the same thing."

"It's just that the matchmaker is fake, but the story is true."

"That jar of wine that accidentally turned green for some unknown reason not only gave rise to a famous wine brand, but also brought together the love between two women."

Lu Zhiqiu shook the wine jar quietly.

Through the mouth of the jar, you can see the light green wine, which looks like a mirror under the moonlight.

She stared at her reflection in the wine, somewhat lost in thought.

Dao Bu Gu took another sip of wine:

"Miss Lu, you possess such a miraculous ability to transform objects into swords. It's been a long time since you used a real sword, right?"

Lu Zhiqiu nodded and looked at Dao Bugu in confusion.

Dao Bu Gu chuckled:

"Although leaves and strips of cloth can be used with such extraordinary power in your hands that they are not inferior to magic swords, they are still lacking something compared to real swords."

Lu Zhiqiu asked:

"what?"

Dao Bugu pointed at the wine jar in Lu Zhiqiu's hand.

"Look, a true sword can reflect people and examine their hearts, just like this jar of wine."

Lu Zhiqiu was silent.

Dao Bugu suddenly stood up, holding the wine jar, and looked up at the bright moon.

If you ignore his strange-shaped hair, at this moment, he really does have a bit of the lonely generosity and melancholy of a hero.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes far away, pretending to be vicissitudes of life:

"Liu Lang already hated the distance to Pengshan, and there were still ten thousand mountains between them."

Lu Zhiqiu had no expression on his face and kicked lightly.

"Ah, it hurts!"

A scream was heard - Dao Bugu had been kicked off the roof by Lu Zhiqiu and fell heavily in the yard.

Lu Zhiqiu crossed his arms and said:

"I hate people who act cool in front of me the most."

When Dao Bugu got up, rubbed his butt, and wanted to turn around to argue with Lu Zhiqiu, he found that Lu Zhiqiu had disappeared.

After looking around, he sighed softly:

"Miss Xia, Miss Xia, now it's up to you."

"On your wedding day, you must prepare plenty of fine wine for the wedding, otherwise I will be truly sorry for all the injuries I've sustained."

……

Early the next morning.

According to the previous agreement, Lu Zhiqiu jumped to Duanyou Mountain, where it was suspected that there were hidden masters.

Above the clouds.

Lu Zhiqiu looked down carefully and saw that there was indeed a group of sheep running happily on the mountain.

did not expect.

Dao Bu Gu was not lying, there really are sheep here.

just.

These sheep were happily chewing grass on the hillside, apparently unaware that several of their brothers and sisters had been captured and eaten by others.

Lu Zhiqiu rubbed his lower abdomen, and a feeling of guilt rose from the corner of his mouth.

After a while.

She landed among the flock.

When he released his spiritual thoughts, he found an old man with white hair and beard, playing chess by himself in a wooden house somewhere in the mountains.

Lu Zhiqiu flew over and stood in front of the wooden house.

The wooden house was very simple, covered with a few pieces of thatch, and was swaying in the cold wind. The old man sitting underneath was so thin that most people would probably worry that the old man would be crushed to death one day if they saw him.