Ye Chang is kind and joking.

This was the first impression that everyone present exclaimed.

Ye Chang clearly wrote the words in his right palm, but just now he deliberately showed his left palm and misled everyone. If it weren't for Cao Shaokui, I would have known how many people would have been deceived by him.

The joking man is always popular, so after a brief embarrassment, everyone laughed again: "Today I have to let Ye Shiyi drink a few more cups, but he actually played with us in the applause, and did not get him drunk, and he would not relieve the hatred in his heart."

"Amitabha, there is no wine in this temple." Shanhui was so quarreled that he immediately said when everyone was about to drink.

"I didn't want to eat here. Although the sushi in Dafuxian Temple is famous, it is not in line with our preferences."

"It's just that Ye Shiyi, follow us to Taipei City and let Ye Shiyi taste our Luoyang flavor."

"I'll call some actors, and Ye Shiyi is there, how can he not be singing or dancing?"

Everyone was talking and talking, and without waiting for Ye Chang to object, they hugged him out of the Dafuxian Temple. Even Cao Shaokui was also grabbed by the arm and the back of the arm, and almost half carried out the door.

"Shanhui Master, Shanhui Master, you have to keep my vegetarian food for me." Unable to break free, Cao Shaokui could only turn around and shout.

Shanhui Hehe, just as he was about to say something, suddenly remembered something again: "But... I haven't tried it yet, isn't it really going to ring..."

His voice was drowned by the bells in the distance. Shanhui was stunned for a moment. This was the sound of lunch. Usually, when the bell rang, the sound of Qing in the Buddhist temple would inevitably ring. However, this time, Qing was indeed quiet.

He walked back to the Buddhist temple with courage and saw that the Qing was hanging honestly on the wall.

The bell rang again, and the copper purse was silent.

"It's gone... it's gone... it's gone." Shanhui clapped his hands and laughed, and ran out of the door.

The old monk's disobedient appearance fell into the eyes of the two girls on the relic tower. The two girls looked at each other, with both excitement and surprise in their eyes.

Did this demon really solve it?

"That Cao Shaokui once served as Taile Ling. Maybe... can we invite him?"

"Not now, he went with the prodigal son, I'm afraid he won't be here today." The girl surnamed Li muttered, and then said, "Let's wait here for now, don't worry, don't worry."

They were about to go downstairs, but they saw two short monks tiptoed into the Buddhist temple again. The two monks acted a little sneaky, and they looked like thieves. The two women frowned. There was no one in the Buddhist temple now. Could these two monks be stealing something?

These two monks were Puzhao and Rongrui. They arrived at the Buddhist temple and looked at the copper clerk on the wall and bowed together.

"There must be a spirit in this copper purse, but now the gods have been subdued." Puzhao murmured.

Although they were ordained as monks, they came from Japan and were naturally deeply influenced by the concept of Shinto that everything in Japan is spiritual. This copper cloak has long been the thing they paid attention to. They originally wanted to ask Shanhui to give it to them, but now they don't want it.

"Amitabha, the Tang Dynasty is indeed extraordinary. Cao Taile easily conquered Qingling. The so-called "big hid in the court and the small hid in the city" Cao Taile once served as an official in the court, and was a figure like the "big hid in the court". Tsk tsk, any person in the Tang Dynasty is like this..."

"I just regret that I was late and never met Master Yixing. It is said that Master Yixing is also such a person..."

The two Japanese monks muttered, but they knew it themselves and did not think about bringing Cao Shaokui to Japan.

"But senior brother, I still think that Ye Langjun is more powerful. If it weren't for him, who would have known that Cao Taile actually had such skills?"

"Yes, yes, we must visit him again if we have the chance. Last night, we were too rude. We shouldn't have hidden people like him. If we have any questions, we will tell you honestly and then beg you hard."

The two of them discussed for a while and left the Buddhist temple again.

This scene was a lot of doubt in the eyes of Li and Cai, and he didn't mention it. Just saying that Ye Chang and others were rushed to Taipei City - they just walked from Jidefang to Dongmen Hengjie, passed Demaofang, stood in the street, and then went to the destination. Moreover, the yards in Luoyang were smaller than those in Chang'an, so the time was only about two incense sticks.

For example, there is a western city and an east city in Chang'an City. There are also a prosperous commercial market in Luoyang City. It was originally the most prosperous city in the south, occupying two yards. This Bei city is pale in comparison, but it is also quite prosperous. The Peony Tower in Bei city was originally built by the Persians during the reign of the Dragon Emperor Zetian Wu. It has a history of fifty or sixty years and has always been a famous restaurant in Luoyang Bei city.

This is the most prosperous scene of the restaurant, but it is rare to see dozens of people rushing into the lively scene. Above the restaurant, one person lowered his eyes and then retracted his head: "It's so lively... Could it be that it's really about to kick off the ball?"

This man looks over 20 years old, dressed up in a noble manner, has beautiful eyebrows and peach-like eyes. You can tell at a glance that he is a romantic figure. He is surrounded by six maids, each with special colors, and his eyebrows are full of charm, which is obviously a person-to-people.

The jade fan in his hand was made by Carpenter Tan, and this jade fan alone was worth hundreds of cents. The right army fan of the Tan family is now popular all over the world, adding more than ten thousand cents of wealth to the Tan family over the past year. In addition, Ye Chang used bamboo to make paper, and the Tan family was very closely tied to Wolong Valley in terms of economy.

The head on his head was decorated with pearls, and the brocade on his body was the best Shu cotton, with a jade ring tied around his waist. He just raised his head and told someone to hurry down and headed towards the crowd.

After a while, the man came back: "Your grandson is a group of wealthy children in Luoyang City. He invited the former Taile Order Cao Shaokui and Xiuwu Ye Chang."

"Ye Chang? Ye Shiyilang? I heard that he is a wonderful person. Such a person must be known." The noble young master thought: "But now that ordinary people are surrounded by turbid things, let's wait first."

In his tone, he was quite disdainful of the nobles of Luoyang who were circling around Ye Chang. It was no wonder that those people were nominally nobles, but in fact they were just sluts. In his eyes, those people rely on their father and grandfather and were not considered heroes at all.

At this time, Ye Chang was being asked by everyone how he knew that Cao Shaokui could solve the mystery of Tong Qing's self-sounding.

Ye Chang couldn't say that he was told about this after reading Liu Yuxi's notes, but everyone was forced to do so. The leader was Cao Shaokui himself. Ye Chang had no choice but to push it into the dream: "I once had a dream and got a elixir of the attendant immortals and knew about it in the dream."

This was still vague, which made everyone very dissatisfied, so they forced to punish the wine again. Ye Chang drank a glass, then shook his head: "This wine is too light, too light, and it really doesn't taste much."

"Come on the Sanle Sauce, come on the Sanle Sauce. Today I have to make Ye Shiyi happy." Someone shouted.

Sanleju is a famous strong wine, but Ye Chang drank another cup and then shook his head: "It's still light, isn't there any better strong wine in Luoyang?"

When everyone saw him drinking this famous spirit wine, they still remained calm and kept calling him Dan, and they couldn't help but be amazed. Ye Chang was actually taking advantage of the opportunity and used a small cup. If he drinks one by one, even the lightest wine can make people drunk.

"Who said that we don't have good wine in Luoyang? Come and give this man a jar of horse-laced pomegranate pomegranate spring"

But it was the owner of the Peony Tower. A Persian came to greet the guests with a high nose. Hearing Ye Chang's comment, he said unconvinced.

"Is it the horse-laced pomelo spring brewed by Emperor Taizong?" The person who knew the goods was surprised.

Li Shimin broke Gaochang during the time, got horse milk grapes, planted them in the imperial garden, and picked them to make wine after they matured. The wine history recorded that it was "rosy and verdant, with a savory taste". Hearing the people who knew the goods, the Persian said proudly: "It is this wine."

People can't help but be amazed. This is the imperial wine brewed in the palace. How can I buy it between the market?

"A father and grandfather are by nature happy to drink. Since he knew that there was this horse-laced pineapple in the palace, he searched for it all over the world, but he only gave him a jar from the queen of heaven." The Persian Hu said proudly: "I heard that my father and grandfather talk about this, and I often regretted that I was born late and had not met the time. But I thought that since Emperor Taizong's method of brewing wine was obtained from Gaochang, it must be that Gaochang was still circulated. It took six years and cost a million yuan to get this wine recipe and brew this wine. I didn't taste it easily with others, but today this gentleman looked down on my Luoyang wine industry, so I took it out - can this gentleman be able to drink it?"

Ye Chang was still a cup, and he drank it all in one go, smacking his lips.

Compared to the first few wines, it is indeed stronger, but it is only about 30 degrees. It is really nothing to Ye Chang.

"Wine is good wine, but it is not good enough." Ye Chang shook his head: "It's still not strong enough."

"My husband underestimated me in Luoyang wine so much. Could it be that he had tasted better wine than this?" The Persian Hu looked up and down at Ye Chang, showing a look of contempt: "Or just bluffing and lying to me?"

"Nothing nonsense, who is Ye Shiyi? Since he said that there must be better wine, there must be some," someone shouted.

Ye Chang smiled and waved: "Bone Bone Power"

"Come"

Kunlunnu Wuguli jumped to him. He carried a bag on his back. He gestured to Ye Chang and put the bag on the table. After opening it, he saw a porcelain bottle.

The mouth of the bottle was blocked by a block. Even so, everyone still vaguely smelled a faint smell of wine.

"I have heard such a story." Ye Chang did not rush to drink and looked at everyone: "It is also related to my dream."

The Persian Hu people didn't know what dream he mentioned, but the wealthy young men in Luoyang who came with Ye Chang knew that Ye Chang was talking about the dream of meeting immortals.

"It was said that in the seventh year of Kaiyuan, Lu Sheng failed the exam many times. He met a man in Handan Road. He claimed that his surname was Lu and persuaded him to drink. After drinking three cups, the owner of the residence was cooking yellow millet, and Sheng fell into a dream..."

The "Yellow Farm Dream" that was slightly adapted was said in Ye Chang's mouth that there was a little noisy around, but later, the crows were silent, and everyone listened with relish.

Ye Chang's eloquence was already good, and he had been brewing this story for a long time, and it was polished by Fang's style, so it was really exciting to say. After waking up from the dream, everyone couldn't help but breathe and sigh, and the sound of sighs continued.

On the upper floor of the restaurant, the man who looked like a noble man was moved and sighed with regret.

Outside the restaurant, two Japanese monks looked at each other in shock.

After a long time, after everyone woke up from this beautiful dream, Ye Chang slapped the table: "I once saw an immortal in my dream. I gave this secret recipe for wine and carefully repeated it to get this bottle. You are all Luoyang handsome guys, and you can rate it one or two."

After saying that, he suddenly pulled up the cork of the wine bottle. With this action, a few drops of wine dripping out, and the fragrance suddenly filled the air, and the smell of wine was everywhere, suppressing the original smell of wine in the Peony Tower.

This is not an ordinary wine, it is a soju wine of over 60 degrees. It was originally made of distilled sweet wine with aromatic granules on top of the bottle. After the bottle plug was opened, there was a shallow amount. Just after sniffing, I felt dizzy and fell down with a "ahhh".

This was originally an accident, which could be matched with Ye Chang's story just now, and everyone around was shocked.

"Mr. Cao is very kind, please drink it first - this wine is a fine wine for immortals. It is uncomfortable for everyone, so you should not drink too much." Ye Chang said while pouring a small cup for Cao Shaokui.

Cao Shaokui smelled the strong fragrance of wine, and saw Ye Chang speaking cautiously, and then sipped it slightly. As soon as the wine reached his lips, he felt something was wrong. When the tongue reached his tongue, his tongue almost numb. When it reached his throat, it seemed as if a fire dragon was circling back and forth in his throat. Cao Shaokui also let out a yo, smacked his lips, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"how?"

“Good wine, good wine”

Apart from these two words, Cao Shaokui didn’t know how to evaluate this wine.

It was enough. The expression on his face and what happened just now were enough to make the people around him raise the wine cups, pour the original wine, and reach towards Ye Chang: "With me, with me"

Ye Chang set wine for them one by one. The porcelain bottle was not big, and in a short while, it was not much left. Seeing this, the Hu people in Persians were anxious and hurriedly grabbed a cup and said to Ye Chang: "Ye Langjun's fine wine, please give me some to someone, so that I can convince you."

Ye Chang smiled and poured him a little, then raised his wine glass: "Drinking"

"Drinking Win"

There was such a sound around. Everyone raised their glasses and drank them, and they sucked them in an impatient way, sucked them carefully, and then they either had a violent cough or a smacking sound.

"What a strong wine..."

Accompanied by this sound, the two of them were rushing to drink and sat on the ground and couldn't stand up.

"My drunk friend will be the owner of the shop." Ye Chang bowed to the Persian Hu people.

The Persian Hu was standing there in a daze with a cup. He imitated the horse-laced Plum Porch Spring, not only to satisfy his own words, but more importantly to attract business with this kind of spirit. But after tasting the wine brought by Ye Chang, he knew that his wine was almost worthless in front of the other party's wine.

"This... what wine is this? Did Langjun Ye give him a name?"

"After choosing, the name comes from the legend just now, called 'Zui Huangliang,'"
Chapter completed!