It seems that there are not many violent incidents in this place, and from time to time there are people watching and cheering. They are very happy and pointed, but they are almost moving a spring bench and come to watch the fun...

Wen Fei was thrilling and thrilling. In modern society, how could he have seen such a scene? He saw people fighting in groups when he was a child, and the blood was covered with a watermelon knife, which was already very restrictive.

I originally thought that the scenes on movies and TV were always fighting and killing, and it was already very common. But now that I saw such a real knife-killing smell, the bloody smell in the air could be swallowed up...

His grandmother is unlucky. Wen Fei spitted a mouthful of phlegm, and saw that he was about to make a fortune, but was ruined by this unexpected fight. No matter which side wins, Wen Fei doesn't have the courage to ask the winner for money.

Speaking of which, Wen Fei is really a desperate person. His cargo is worth at most a few hundred yuan. In exchange for such a large bag of gold sand, it was four or five times the previous time, and it could be sold for at least 200,000 to 300,000 yuan. He was not satisfied with the profit of just a few hundred times, and he wanted to find someone to collect money...

"This Taoist priest, please..." Wen Fei was complaining behind his back, but someone greeted him. After a closer look, it turned out that it was the old man. Wen Fei hid far away and watched the fun behind a broken house in Chen Niwan's house. The old man didn't know whether he was intentional or unintentional, he actually hid here.

"Dao you dare to ask the Taoist lord Gao's name? Where is the Taoist temple..."

When the business came, Wen Fei had been to business for a few days. Although he was the worst business performance in the entire company, he was just talking to him so much that he could not make any sense.

Wen Fei laughed and said, "Look at my memory, I forgot to introduce myself. I, Wen Fei, dare to ask this father-in-law Gao's name?"

The old man smiled and said, "I can't call him a noble surname, and his name is not worth mentioning. Just call me Zhang Sanweng!"

The two of them were polite for a long time. Speaking of this kind of greeting, it was a compulsory lesson in society. However, the greetings in ancient times were particularly troublesome, and they did not get into the main topic. Wen Fei knew too little about this era and did not dare to say more randomly.

Instead, the old man looked up high and thought to himself that this Taoist priest looked like an old man. I couldn't test his background so I turned the topic to business.

"I dare to ask Master Wen Fei, what is the name of your wine?"

Wen Fei opened his mouth and wanted to burn a knife, but then he thought, this name was too uncultivated. No, I had to give a good name. He opened his mouth and said, "It's so good for Sanweng to find out that my wine is called Qingxi and Liuquan!"

"Good name, indeed, good name. The wine is like jade snow, as clear as spring water. It is true that the name is actually true! Only the moral masters in the Taoist view can make such fairy wine." Zhang Sanweng exclaimed again and again, but said, "I wonder if Taoist priest has this wine?"

Wen Fei was overjoyed, but there was no expression on his face: "To be honest, there are still some of this wine in my Taoist temple. But Sanweng, you also know that this wine is a bit offensive to the king's law after all, and our Taoist temple is too worn out. There is no way to raise some money to renovate the Taoist temple. Then this is the worst solution..."

"Renovating the Taoist temple is a great thing. I wonder if the Taoist temple is worshipped along the way? I also donated some money and food to offer it to the gods!"

Wen Fei spoke vernacularly, but he didn't know that since the Northern Song Dynasty, he recognized the Jade Emperor as his ancestor, he respected Taoism very much. With the reach of the trend, not only the nobles, but also the common people who promoted to Dou Mu also admired Taoism very much. Therefore, when he heard that he wanted to practice Taoism, the old man immediately became enthusiastic.

"This temple worships the Emperor Zhenwu!" Wen Fei said nonsense.

"The Emperor Zhenwu!" Zhang Sanweng's heart was shaking: "But the ancestor with his hair is covered with hair, the Zhenjun Lingying."

Wen Fei's waterfall is about to sweat. There are so many names, who knows if it is. Fortunately, Wen Fei saw a lot of folk legends and other things when he was a child. He still remembers that there are legends about Emperor Zhenwu in Jiangcheng, Wuhan, and the name of the ancestor of the hair is the name of the ancestor of the hair. The reason is that in folk legends, Emperor Zhenwu killed demons and demons, and used his sword to disguise his hair, so he also has the titles of the ancestor of the sword and the ancestor of the hair.

"Yes!" Wen Fei answered quickly.

"Luckily, I'm old. If it were someone else, I might not have heard of this honorable god!" Zhang Sanweng said with a serious expression: "I'm a man from Ezhou!"

During the Northern Song Dynasty, Wuchang was called Ezhou. It was a coincidence. After talking to the two, Wen Fei realized that the belief of Emperor Zhenwu at that time had not yet been popularized, and he did not have the lofty status of later generations.

It was only during the Tianxi period that he was named "Zhenwu Lingying Zhenjun". Tianxi was the year after Emperor Zhenzong of Song, and it was only a hundred years later. It was not until the Ming Dynasty that Emperor Zhenwu had a status of being at its peak with the rise of Wudang Mountain.

Today, Emperor Zhenwu believes in many people in the army, claiming to dominate the human war and have the divine character of the God of War. He is the most believed in the Song army, especially the Western army!

"So it turned out that, after a long time of doing it, I can't be called Zhenwu Emperor. At most, I can only call it a true lord..."

Wen Fei was still thinking, and the old man asked: "Where is the Taoist temple? Since it is dedicated to the Lord Lingying, I should worship it!"

Wen Fei complained in his heart, how could I change from a Taoist temple? He had to say, "My Taoist temple is far away. Sanwengruo wants to worship the gods, so it would be better to go there another day!"

After finally giving up Zhang Sanweng's idea for a while and refocused the topic on business, Wen Fei was relieved.

"This wine is beautiful, so I always feel that it's almost nothing. The taste is a little violent. I think it must have just been brewed. If it's old for a few years and then taken out, it would be great!" the old man sighed.

Wen Fei stretched out a thumb in his stomach. Zhang Sanweng was indeed a little wise and had experienced people. It was just the first time he tasted the blended wine, and he told the biggest problem of these wines.

Xiaoyu also told Wen Fei that no matter how much spice is added, this kind of wine mixed with alcohol does not have the unique flavor of aged wine. Moreover, good wine made from pure grains will not get too much after drinking too much. When the alcohol is drunk, you will feel a splitting headache when the alcohol dissipates. However, this low-end wine is not to mention fooling old farmers, even famous wines that many people buy hundreds or thousands of dollars, maybe it is the same.

It seems that this low-end wine can't fool the old man anymore. Although some so-called famous wines are also blended, the materials used by others are different, and it is not that Wen Fei's cost is only one or two yuan.
Chapter completed!