Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 142

[Chapter 142 Falling into the mortal world (twenty-three)]

Song Que has been brewing this wine for a long time, and now he can finally open the altar. He didn’t expect that the first person to entertain was Zhao Wen.

Song felt that it was a little subtle, but he didn’t intend to begrudge the drink. Diners were equal in this restaurant. Although the mullet pot stickers are delicious, they are fried in oil. If you eat too much, you need some wine to relieve your tiredness.

When Zhao Wen smelled the aroma of the wine, he raised his head with red eyes and asked, “What kind of wine is this?”

Song opened the stopper, and a domineering and strong aroma of wine dissipated. People dare not enter easily.

Song didn’t ask him why his eyes were red, or why he was so drunk before he drank, he just said, “I don’t have the wine I brewed at home, if you like it, I advise you to drink more, you may not be able to drink it in the future. It doesn’t taste like this when you drink it.”

Zhao Wen laughed, and his tears were about to burst out. He asked, “What’s the name of this wine? Why does it sound difficult to serve?”

Song Que said: ” This wine is hard to serve, as for the name…”

Song paused for a while, then looked at Zhao and asked, “It’s not drunk or not.”

After speaking, Song turned his eyes away, so that Zhao asked if Know if he did it on purpose.

After Song But finished speaking, he didn’t plan to talk to Zhao Wen any more. He also brought the wine to him, and told him his name. Of the two altars that Song took out, one was for himself.

He opened the stopper and lifted the jar with one hand. The jar was very heavy, but in Song’s hand it was like a fluttering feather and didn’t require a little effort.

Song poured the jar, and the wine poured into his mouth continuously.

Is this wine good?

Delicious.

Song has always used mortal ingredients to make mortal dishes, but this wine is different. He lied to Zhao about not getting drunk or returning home. The real name of this wine was Qianyou Baishou. It can be said that in life, all the sorrows and troubles are in this altar. Even the most ruthless person will shed some tears when he drinks this wine.

This is a jar of wine that even gods can get drunk.

Song has almost no obsession, he has nothing to do, but he occasionally thinks of things that make him regretful. Going down this jar of wine, his head is full of memories, all of the past, but the memories are memories that he can’t remember, and the past is the past that he can’t find.

Song was drunk on the table, his mind was not very clear, but the movements of his hands were still incessant, always thinking about picking up the jar of wine and taking two more sips from time to time. Until the jar of wine was exhausted, Qingming, who was holding on to it, followed him. As soon as his hand was loose, the jar of wine fell to the ground and slammed, which shocked Zhao Wen alive. But Song himself fell asleep soundly.

After seeing Song’s ridiculous and uninhibited drunken attitude, Zhao Wen stared at the jar of wine that Song had helped him to unpack for a long time, holding the jar in both hands and pouring it out, choking on the first sip. The wine Song Que brewed was too strong. Zhao Wen was choked with tears, and finally wiped it with his sleeve and drank the rest with red eyes. Because his drinking posture was too wild, a lot of wine flowed down his chin and neck. Unlike Song, who cherished every drop of wine so carefully, Zhao Wen should drink less wine in the end. However, this did not prevent him from getting drunk at the same or even faster speed.

The two of them were lying on the table sideways, and luckily no one came in during this period, otherwise the posture would be really indecent.

Song Que’s drink has great stamina, and he drank not a drop in one breath. After finally waiting for him to wake up, Zhao Wen was gone, leaving only a messy scene.

However, Song rubbed his head, which was aching from the hangover, and muttered in his heart. If this is a drink made from ordinary ingredients, with his immortal body, let alone headaches, he would not be drunk at all. It seems that the special ingredients are used. The things that are made are also effective for the gods.

After thinking about these messes, he sighed at the chaotic scene in front of him, and resignedly packed up. When he walked to the place where Zhao Wen was sitting, Song smelled a strong aroma of wine. The wine in this jar had been drunk long ago. Although there was a lingering fragrance, it should not be to this extent. There is only one explanation, Zhao asked this guy to pour a lot of wine on the ground, what a waste.

After Song had packed up his things, he stared at the door in a daze.

Don’t get drunk. That’s why some people drink to make people brave, and they go home when they get drunk.

Song smiled.

When Zhao Wen came back three days later, Song did not change the formation, so he came in familiarly.

Song But he heard the voice and knew it was him. Looking back, this time Zhao Wen was a good student. He didn’t attack those magic circles out of his own strength, and walked in refreshingly.

But Song made a pot of hot tea, walked to the table, turned the teacup upside down, poured the tea, and pushed the teacup in front of Zhao Wen, just like when he first came.

This time, Zhao Wen didn’t refuse people thousands of miles away as he did last time. Seeing that Song was pouring tea for him, he honestly took it over. As soon as the hot tea was entered, his cold heart also came alive. He let out a breath of white air, as if he had regained his vitality.

He didn’t speak, but Song didn’t ask him, just stared at his cup. Zhao asked that if he drank all the tea, he would give him more tea. After going back and forth, I don’t know if Zhao Wen was afraid of being filled with tea by him, or what, but he finally spoke: “No wonder they said that you can’t come to this restaurant, and the food you make is even more unpalatable.”

Song is still the first Hearing this statement once, he raised his eyebrows: “Oh?”

Zhao Wen shook his head and laughed: “I guess you haven’t heard of it. There is a saying that if you want the path of the gods, don’t enter the mansion of the gods.”

The mansion of the gods naturally refers to Song but this restaurant, the other immortals are staying in the sky dutifully.

Song has never heard of this statement.

As if he was addicted, Zhao Wen said again: “Also, once you enter this door, you will have nowhere to go. It’s all about you and your restaurant.”

Song was a little helpless: “I do What is it that you regard as a beast of a flood?”

Zhao Wen lowered his head and looked at the tea soup in the cup, the yellowish color, with a hint of water, he said to Song Que: “Because I entered your restaurant and ate it. The cultivators of your cooking don’t want to cultivate anymore.”

Song knew, however, that he didn’t want to cultivate either.

Zhao Wen smiled and cried: “I’m going back late. I can only repair their graves, put incense on them, and sit on their graves and try to say a word to them. I don’t even know what the meaning is. I used to think that God gave me a chance to do it all over again so that I could beat you and kill my own demons. It wasn’t. God took pity on me and cultivated my true self. Crazy, even parents and relationships can be forgotten, give me a chance to start over, let me not forget the original intention. But who knows, the things that should not be forgotten have long been forgotten by me, I completely missed it This opportunity. I didn’t go back a day, a month, a year, a full ten years, six months and nine days. There is no child who is more unfilial than me in this world.”

What could Song say? He won’t shake his head, comfort him that his performance is okay, and he won’t nod to criticize him, making him worse. He just gave well-timed silence and silent support.

Zhao Wen didn’t want to talk any more, these few words had exhausted all his strength, and the tears on his face made him achieve the most embarrassing posture in front of Song Que.

He got up and walked to Song Que’s side, but Song realized something and turned to face him, only the person was still sitting on the chair.

Zhao Wen knelt down happily, looked at Song Que, and said, “You and I have been entangled in two lifetimes, cause and effect cycle, many grievances have already cancelled each other, but in the end, I owe you the most, you are right, I owe you one Apologize.”

Zhao Wen sincerely kowtowed to Song Que three times, and then looked up at Song Que, as if waiting for him to say something. Song Que’s eyes flashed slightly, but he didn’t say a word. Zhao Wen was a little disappointed, but he also knew that he couldn’t force it. Not all apologies can be exchanged for forgiveness.

Zhao Wen didn’t bother anymore. He said goodbye to Song Que and left. Seeing that Song Que was the only one left in the restaurant, he just said, “Did you hear that? I don’t know if you think he owes you or not. , I don’t know if you have forgiven him or not, but this matter ends here with me, there is nothing I can do for you.”

In fact, Song was doing a very stupid thing. If what the system says is true, this is his own body, and the people around him are evolved existences according to the premise, then there is no so-called original owner at all.

But he is such a crazy fairy who can do whatever he wants.

The crazy Song soon ushered in a special guest.

The guest looked to be in his 80s or 90s. His beard and hair were all white, and he also had a long beard. His face was very ruddy, and he walked steadily.

Song came out and took a look, feeling as if he was blinded by the light, and then he couldn’t help thinking about another question, in the eyes of those monsters, foxes and ghosts, is he like this, like a glowing light bulb?

Song Que’s strange eyes made the old fairy feel a little strange. This was not the scene he imagined, so he coughed fiercely, interrupting Song Que’s strange thinking.

Yes, in Song Que’s eyes, this old grandfather who looked like a big light bulb was a real fairy, and he was also the first fairy that Song had seen other than the female fairy who was blowing and beating in the sky that day.

However, Song didn’t know how to greet the other party, but fortunately, the old grandfather opened his mouth cheerfully: “You can call me Jiuxianren.”

Song Quefu was so heartbroken that he immediately understood why the other party came, but he was stunned. Don’t say it directly, just wait for the other party to clarify the intention.

The wine immortal touched his nose and felt that it was a bit embarrassing that he came after smelling the smell. It was not easy to speak directly, so he started another topic: “Little Housheng, why did you fly halfway and run away?”

Song did not Fortunately, in front of an immortal, he said that he did not want to be an immortal, so he asked: “It was too sudden, and I panicked for a while. Wine immortals, what are you doing in the sky all day long?”

The wine immortal sighed and said: “Working in shifts in the sky, we can’t directly intervene in human affairs, but there are rules in everything and everything, and what we have to maintain is the word “rules”. Recently, fewer and fewer people become immortals. It’s just us old bones who are working, last time you were going to fly up, and we almost fought to grab someone.”

Heavenly Court civil servants, what is this?

But Song asked: “Then can you go down to the world often?” The

wine fairy’s face changed, and the stool under his butt was hot, and it seemed that he couldn’t sit still when he heard this question. He sighed and said: “We are very strict, and dereliction of duty will be punished. Although the time flow in the sky and the ground are different, it is still very risky for me to run out like this.”

This is a naked/naked suggestion . .

[End of This Chapter]