Chapter 284 Wang Pingan and Wang Qingyang (second update)

In Ping'an County, there is a magnificent mansion. There are many red characters "囍" posted inside the mansion. In the spacious living room, there are more than a hundred banquet tables, and many guests are drinking and chatting together. The groom, a young man in his twenties, toasted everyone at the table.

"Everyone has good food and drink. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

The groom's face was filled with joy.

"Third Uncle, today is your special day, and I dedicate this glass of wine to you."

"Uncle Ping'an, I'd like to toast you too."

The groom's official name is Wang Ping'an, Wang Changsheng's third son. Because he has no spiritual roots, he left the Wang Family Castle at the age of five and was raised in the secular world.

He was the son of Wang Changsheng, and he lived a very comfortable life. He lived a life of fine clothes and fine food at the age of five.

Today is his big day.

Wang Pingan was toasting the guests. Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked quickly to him and whispered a few words in Wang Pingan's ear.

"You guys drink first, and I'll go relieve myself."

Wang Ping'an left a word and hurriedly walked outside.

Not long after, he came to the backyard and saw a man with his hands behind his back, his back facing him.

The man turned around, it was Wang Qingyuan.

Seeing Wang Qingyuan, Wang Ping'an looked a little excited. He took a deep breath and said respectfully: "The little citizen Wang Ping'an pays homage to the Immortal Master."

Wang Qingyuan smiled and said: "Okay, there are no outsiders here, just call me Sixth Brother."

Wang Ping'an gave a bitter smile and said: "There are differences between immortals and mortals, and ordinary people dare not offend."

"How many times have I told you, but you're still like this."

Wang Qingyuan shook his head, took out a cyan wooden box and a white porcelain bottle from his arms, handed them to Wang Ping'an, and said: "This pair of dragon and phoenix bracelets were given to you by Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine to celebrate your wedding. The bottles contain quenched essence." Dan has the effect of prolonging life."

Wang Ping'an took the wooden box and porcelain bottle, his eyes were reddish, and he said with a little choked up: "Do they still remember my son? I thought they had forgotten me."

"Although you are a mortal, you are the son of Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine after all. Which one of your enlightenment teacher, guard, and wife is not the best? If Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine forget you, how can you live so well? ? You have no conscience when you say this."

Wang Ping'an's nose was a little sore, and tears could not stop flowing out. He knelt down in the direction of Wang's Castle and choked up: "Father, mother, the unfilial son Wang Ping'an got married today."

"Okay, get up! Today is your big day. Why cry? You should laugh. You live a good life, which is the greatest filial piety. Uncle Nine and Aunt Nine have already gone into seclusion. Before the retreat, Uncle Nine asked me to give you a message. Good luck. As a rich man, you hope that your descendants will have spiritual roots. The bride’s parents are also immortal cultivators, so the chance of your descendants having spiritual roots is relatively high."

Wang Qingyuan helped Wang Pingan and said slowly.

"Brother Six, today is my happy day. You can have a drink before you leave!"

Wang Qingyuan hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed, and he and Wang Ping'an walked towards the living room.

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Wangjiapu, a quiet courtyard.

Lu Yang was lying on the rocking chair, holding a green wine bottle in his hand. There was a green bamboo table next to him, with two dishes of side dishes placed on it.

From time to time he would take a sip of the spiritual wine, pick up a few peanuts and throw them into his mouth, with a satisfied look on his face.

In front of him, there were several empty jars, and Wang Qingyang was cleaning the spiritual rice.

Wang Qingyang is eighteen years old this year and is at the fourth level of Qi refining. He can cultivate to the fourth level of Qi refining all because of the cultivation resources given by his parents, sister and brother. If he relies on his own efforts, he may not be able to reach the level of Qi refining at the age of thirty. The fourth level of Qi.

Wang Qingyang knew that his qualifications were not good, and the family stipulated that clan members who created huge benefits for the family would be given priority in obtaining the Foundation Building Pill.

He had learned all about refining weapons, making puppets, planting, refining alchemy, making talismans, and setting up formations, but he had never mastered them.

He thought hard for three days and three nights and made a decision to learn how to make wine.

To be honest, he didn't like winemaking, but the family's current situation forced him to learn winemaking.

Tool refining is noisy and tasteless, and requires memorizing the shapes and characteristics of a large number of refining materials, as well as memorizing a large number of techniques; the same goes for alchemy, sitting in front of the alchemy furnace most of the time, noisy and tasteless; puppet making holding a piece of wood all day long Sculpting; planting is not very promising. Wang Qingzhi's ability to obtain the Foundation Building Pill depends entirely on Qi Shanshan; making talismans requires a lot of practice, and he lost confidence after failing hundreds of times; as for setting up formations, he studied with his aunt Wang Changyue for a while , setting up the formation is even more boring. I read the classics every day, and then constantly test the materials. If a piece of material is not placed in place, I have to check it again. Different formations require different materials and the placement is also different.

It's not that Wang Qingyang is impatient, but there are people doing all these tasks. Even if he learns it, he may not be able to become the best. If he can't become the best, why should the family give him the Foundation Building Pill?

After thinking about it, he felt that he should start from the actual situation of the family. Most of the clan members are farming. The ones with the best salary are weapon refiners and puppet makers, followed by talisman makers and alchemists. The number of spiritual chefs is relatively small. , but what is the future of cooking? So far, the tribesmen who have obtained the Foundation Establishment Pill are the tribesmen who have created huge benefits.

The winemaker seemed inconspicuous, but as more and more spiritual wines were sold, the family converted a Linggu store into a winery to sell spiritual wines, which was a signal.

Wang Qingyang asked Wang Qingyuan that the winery's profits were increasing year by year and the family was in urgent need of a winemaker.

Compared with refining weapons, refining alchemy, setting up formations, and making puppets, the brewing process is relatively simple. To be simple is a relative term.

Wang Qingyang has been studying winemaking with Lu Yang for two years, always working for Lu Yang. He studied carefully and memorized every step.

Today he will brew spiritual wine alone, using first-level low-grade spiritual rice as the main material. The sales of this spiritual wine are very good, with three spiritual stones per pound. Monks below the third level of Qi Refining can drink this spiritual wine and have the ability to improve their magic power. effect.

Following the steps taught by Lu Yang, he washed the rice and steamed it in a large pot. After it was cooked, he sprinkled the rice with distiller's yeast, stirred evenly, put it into an empty wine jar, sealed it, and placed it in a cool place.

"Master Lu, it's done. Can you see what's wrong?"

Wang Qingyang walked up to Lu Yang and said politely.

"You said it's done, so what's the problem? Let's wait for three months of fermentation. The most important thing in winemaking is patience. As long as there are no problems with the operation, you can just wait."

As Lu Yang spoke, he threw two peanuts into his mouth and took another sip of spiritual wine with a satisfied look on his face.

Wang Qingyang responded, picked up the cattail leaf fan, and fanned Lu Yang, looking like he respected his teacher.

Lu Yang didn't say anything, but there was a bit of relief in his eyes.