Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 143

[Chapter 143 Falling into the mortal world (twenty-four)]

Knowing that the wine immortal was pressed for time, Song fetched wine from the wine cellar after two random sentences.

Immortals live in a different world. Although they are in charge of the order of the world, they have been separated from the so-called mortal life for a long time. Even the wine immortals have never seen this kind of wine brewed with the sorrows of the human world, so I am happy, and I would rather take the risk of dereliction of duty and have a try.

As soon as the wine immortal took the jar, he raised his head and took a sip. The liquor was so extraordinary that even the wine immortal had his throat hot, and he was both surprised and delighted. Jiu Xianren stared at Song Que with round eyes, and said, “Do you have a recipe for this wine?”

Song Que was also generous: “Jiu Xianren, the recipe for this wine is simple, it’s a pity that I can make it, but you can’t. “The

wine immortal was most proud of his ability to make wine, but when Song Jue said that, he blew his beard and stared. Fortunately, Song didn’t plan to betray him, and said almost immediately: “I have opened such a restaurant in the world, and people come and go every day. It can be said that people from all over the world have gathered. Many people use stories to communicate with me. In exchange for food, often everyone’s story has a sadness that is inhumane. This wine is brewed with thousands of sad thoughts. To put it simply, its recipe is simple and the brewing process is simple. It’s hard to say, because you don’t have the time and opportunity to meet so many mortals, let alone listen to their troubles.” The

wine immortal was speechless, staring at the jar of wine that had been opened and sighed. , had to accept the fact that he could not brew.

Song Que said again: “This wine has a disadvantage, but it is also its beauty.” The

wine immortal looked at Song Que, as if he was looking at his own worry-free boy, and said, “What else do you have to say? And he said, don’t sell it like this again.”

Song said with a smile: “These thousand worries and one hundred sorrows are not limited to which one thousand worries and which one hundred sorrows are. The thousand sorrows and one hundred sorrows collected at one time are only enough to make dozens of jars of wine, the wine fairy. , the wine you have tasted is only the last thirty-seven jars left. If you drink all the thirty-seven jars, you will never taste the taste again. Even if you make a thousand sorrows and a hundred sorrows, it will not be the thousand worries at the moment. Baishou is drunk.”

The wine immortal was even more heartbroken when he heard it. He held the wine jar and took another sip. He wanted to take a gulp, but after listening to Song Que’s words, he unconsciously became cautious. In the end, just a small sip will take a long time to reminisce.

After the immortal wine imprinted the taste into his heart, he just opened his mouth and said, “How did you make such a tricky recipe!”

This is true. If Song Que used some exotic flowers and plants to brew, no matter how precious it was, something that only came out once in a thousand or ten thousand years, the wine immortals would have hope. But he chose to use people’s hearts. People’s hearts are changing every moment. Everyone’s hearts are different. Even if the King of Heaven is here, there are only the last thirty-seven jars of wine.

The wine immortal sighed and asked, “Little Housheng, how many jars of wine are you willing to give me?”

Although he loved wine, he didn’t want to take it by force.

Song was unexpectedly happy and said, “You can leave me ten altars.”

This is to give most of them to the wine immortals.

However, Song has always been like this. When the wine is not ready, he is careful and cherished, but after the wine is made, he does not hesitate to share it with others. For him, the process is far more important than the result.

The wine immortal could be said to be overjoyed. Looking at the jar he had only drank a few sips, and thinking about the more than 20 jars he was about to own, he couldn’t hide the indulgent and arrogant side in his bones. The wine immortal raised the jar with one hand, and poured all the wine into his throat like spring water. He drank a lot more freely than Song, but because of the magic, none of the wine was wasted.

After the wine immortal finished drinking in one breath, he hugged the jar contentedly and sat there drunkenly. After a short rest, he stood up again, swaying a little, but he was awake in the end. The wine immortal is the wine immortal. Even if Song is drunk, he will get drunk. Maybe he is the only person in the world who can walk after drinking a jar in one breath.

The wine immortal followed Song to the wine cellar, with his sleeves rolled up, the wine cellar was more than half empty. The wine fairy was very happy in his heart, and took out a small jar of wine from the other sleeve. This wine jar is much smaller than the jar of thousands of sorrows, and the wine in it can be drunk in one sip, no need to grunt. Gulu drink for a long time.

The wine immortal handed the small jar to Song Que and said, “This is a thank you gift. Although this wine is not as rare as your sorrowful wine, it is not as delicious as your wine, and even the quantity is not as good as the wine you gave me. Many. But this thing must be useful to you.”

Speaking of this, Song felt that the face of the wine immortal was blurred in front of him, but Song’s heart skipped a beat, stepped forward, and asked: “The wine immortal, are you leaving? ?” The

wine immortal patted his head as if he had just remembered it: “You take this wine soon, I’ll go back now.”

Song took the wine and suddenly asked, “What’s the name of this wine?” The

wine immortal turned back and asked. : “A pillow with yellow beams.”

His face was extremely blurred in Song Que’s eyes.

Song had many unsolved puzzles in his heart. He divided those doubts and clues into two columns, and arranged and combined them in his mind, trying to come up with the most reasonable explanation. But Song’s head hurt as he thought about it, and he couldn’t come up with a definite result. He was always missing the most crucial link.

He looked at a pillow of yellow rice wine beside him, his heart swayed, he pulled the stopper and drank it in one breath. If there is any problem, you will know when you drink it.

The wine sent by the gods can naturally have an effect on the gods. This wine is not as strong as a thousand worries, and only a small jar, no matter how you think about it, it is not intoxicating. Song did not feel that he was drunk after drinking, but somehow he fell into a drowsy sleep, as if he was about to sink into a sweet dream.

***

As the morning light faded, a man between a teenager and a young man lay on the bed and opened his eyes.

He looks about nineteen years old, when others are just entering university, but he is already working on research projects that are difficult for others to reach.

He disclosed this project to his mentor. The mentor felt that his idea was crazy and not down-to-earth, and suggested that he change to another project, and the mentor would give him support.

He doesn’t want to.

This is a very proud and conceited person, but if someone else has such an experience as him, they will also be proud and conceited. There is no shortage of geniuses in the huge empire, except for the one who entered the elite plan at the age of twelve. He is not the only one, but his preciousness cannot be ignored.

At the age of 19, he had completed all the relevant courses and could study the subject alone. He told the tutor that it was out of respect, not for help. Seeing that he was stubborn, the tutor could not persuade him, but finally gave in and asked him if he wanted to recruit a few assistants for him.

He refused, because he disliked other people’s inability to keep up with him, and there were people who could keep up with his ideas, but those guys would not be willing to match him. Rather than expecting this, he might as well do the project by himself, although it is a little harder, but not slowed down by other people’s silly little mistakes.

He has a natural distrust of the abilities of people other than himself, and two siblings in the family say this is simply a manifestation of megalomania.

Yes, he has a pair of younger siblings.

He remembered this, so after completing today’s calculations, he packed up and went home from the laboratory.

He stepped on the dots and just arrived home when his younger siblings were out of school. The younger brother and sister are twins, and because of fraternal eggs, the similarity in appearance is very limited. But fortunately, handsome men and women have developed their personalities in an advantageous aspect.

The younger brother and the elder brother look a little more like him. At the age of ten years, he has the same arrogance as his elder brother.

The younger sister didn’t like him like this, and when she saw her brother came back, she rushed to complain: “Brother, look at him like this again!”

He glanced at his brother, who immediately shrank his neck.

He opened his mouth and said, “I’m sick in my head, but it’s not like you don’t know what to do with me?”

His sister hugged him and said, “My brother is not sick.”

The younger brother muttered: “If you are sick, you can be so smart, and I want to be sick too.”

He laughed, and laughed with rage. The big thing he was thinking about and wanted to solve was still a good thing in the eyes of this little guy. So he mercilessly attacked his younger brother: “I joined the elite training program at the age of twelve, and I don’t have too many requirements for you. I will give you another four years. If you can’t get in in four years…”

He said this, and he still didn’t have enough.

The younger sister was schadenfreude, and immediately asked, “What if he can’t get in in four years?”

Song saw his younger brother’s sad face and his younger sister’s schadenfreude, so he tapped his sister’s head and said, “Then he Just an idiot. This four-year deal is the same for you.”

He expected the same from them.

This is the most ordinary day ever.

When Song but woke up again, the whole body felt completely different. Obviously, he was no longer in that world, and he was not an immortal now, but an ordinary person.

“System, what’s going on?”

“Host, while you were dreaming, the progress bar suddenly filled up, so we are now in a whole new world.”

Song has no habit of checking the progress bar at any time, and he knows that There is a possibility in the system’s mouth, but he doesn’t believe it.

When Jiuxianren handed over a pillow of Huangliang wine, the suddenly blurred face still couldn’t be dissipated in his mind, and that dream also made him brood, is it his past?

The system can detect Song Que’s thoughts, and Song Que also knows this. He doubts all of this openly, but the system never makes a sound. Song Que’s sense of weirdness intensified, but his thinking was stuck in a deadlock.

In front of Song Que was a wilderness. He had a backpack on his body, but Song poured out all the things in the backpack. In the backpack was a boat ticket with a torn stub. In addition to some simple medicines he brought when traveling, there was also a set of clothes, A bottle of mineral water, no food.

The destination of his trip, Silo Island, was written on the ticket stub. Song, however, looked around and was 60% sure that this was the Sailor Director. The clothes on his body are all suitable for sports, and the texture is still comfortable, but it is by no means advanced sports clothes. Moreover, the fabric of this backpack feels a little too hard. Although the clothes on his body are not as hard as the backpack, they also do not match its appearance. Song sniffed it. Although it was weak, it had a fishy and bitter taste, like… the smell of the sea.

Song turned his head and saw a vast ocean. Perhaps the tide had receded, and the waves were a considerable distance away from him. But Song was already sure that the original owner’s boat was probably in an accident. He was washed up on the island by the sea, and he might not be the only one who washed up.

Song put everything back in his backpack, looked at the sky, and began to think about whether to find food or his companions first.

[End of This Chapter]