bookbashuk Chapter 105 Northern Qiao Feng
Chapter 105 Northern Qiao Feng
Qiao Feng was walking alone on the street when he suddenly smelled a strong aroma of wine.
"What a fragrant wine."
Qiao Feng sighed in admiration, his eyes sweeping across the street before settling on a roast duck restaurant.
At a table in front of the shop sat a handsome young man with a carefree and unrestrained air about him.
Looking at his table, there was a freshly roasted duck, its skin a deep reddish-brown and glossy, its meat tender and crispy. It was evenly arranged on a white porcelain plate, accompanied by shredded scallions, cucumber strips, and sweet bean sauce, its aroma filling the air.
But what Qiao Feng cared about most was the wine cup in his hand.
The strong aroma of wine wafted from inside.
With such an aroma, it is definitely not ordinary, muddy wine from the marketplace, but a truly fine wine!
Qiao Feng paused, but without the slightest hesitation, he strode straight to the table.
He clasped his hands together, his voice loud and clear, full of candor.
"Brother, I am Qiao Feng. May I have a drink with you?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Qianbei looked up and showed a hint of surprise.
"Qiao Feng? Qiao Feng, the leader of the Clean Clothes Faction of the Beggars' Sect?"
"Indeed, it is I."
Qiao Feng was not surprised to see that Gu Qianbei had heard of his name.
Now he is known as the "Northern Qiao Feng" in the Song Dynasty, and is considered the number one among the younger generation, so his reputation is naturally widespread.
Even though this is the Ming Dynasty, there are quite a few people who know him.
Gu Qianbei was surprised. She had just mentioned Qiao Feng to Bai Zhantang, and she didn't expect to run into him so soon. What a coincidence!
Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, raised his hand to indicate the empty seat opposite him, and spoke in a casual and generous tone.
"So it's the famous Qiao Feng of the North! I've admired you for a long time. This drink is on me, please have a seat!"
"I dare not accept such praise; it is but a small reputation. If this small reputation could be exchanged for a cup of wine, then I would be quite fortunate to have such a small reputation."
Qiao Feng laughed heartily, sat down casually, and looked at the dark black wine gourd with anticipation.
Gu Qianbei picked up the Cangguang gourd with his left hand and took the wine glass next to him with his right hand, pouring the amber-colored wine into it.
"Brother Qiao, please."
As Gu Qianbei spoke, he gently pushed his wine glass toward Qiao Feng.
Qiao Feng reached out, picked up the wine cup, and without hesitation, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
The strong liquor enters the throat, first bringing a mellow and lingering warmth, sliding down the throat and into the stomach, instantly dispelling the fatigue of the journey. Then, a sweet aftertaste surges up, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. It feels as if the energy of the liquor has soothed and relaxed the meridians throughout the body, bringing extreme pleasure.
His eyes suddenly lit up, he abruptly put down his wine glass, slammed his hand on the table, and burst into loud laughter. His laughter was so hearty that it made the glasses on the table rattle slightly.
"Delicious! Absolutely delicious! I've been traveling the world for decades, and I've tasted plenty of strong liquor from the north and fine wines from the south, but I've never tasted such a mellow wine. Brother, this wine is truly unparalleled!"
Seeing Qiao Feng's praise, Gu Qianbei's smile deepened.
"Brother Qiao, you flatter me. This sorghum liquor is only the last among the wines I brew; it's just that it goes well with this roast duck, which is why I brought it out."
The real, fine wine I have far surpasses this one.
Qiao Feng looked surprised upon hearing this.
"Such fine wine, yet it's ranked last? Are you kidding me, brother? I can't speak for other things, but when it comes to drinking, I have considerable confidence."
Gu Qianbei smiled and shook his head.
He also knew that the wine he brewed would have too great an impact on the martial arts world, so it was normal for Qiao Feng not to believe it.
No amount of explanation can compare to a pot of good wine.
So Gu Qianbei secretly took out a bottle of the finest Thousand Days' Intoxication, which had just been taken from the brewery, from the Cangguang Gourd and placed it on the table.
"This wine is called 'Thousand-Day Intoxication,' and it is my latest brew. Brother Qiao, you will know whether what I said is true or false once you try it."
However, this wine is extremely strong and can easily make one drunk. If Brother Qiao cannot handle it, it would be best to use his internal energy to counteract the effects of the wine.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'd be drunk all day.
Qiao Feng was skeptical, but with sorghum wine in front of him, he couldn't refuse to drink it.
"Hahaha! Brother, you're exaggerating too much. There's no wine in the world that can make me, Qiao Feng, drunk with just one sip."
Qiao Feng immediately opened the wine bottle, tilted his head back, and took a sip.
The rich aroma of the liquor, far surpassing that of sorghum liquor, exploded in his mouth instantly!
"this……"
Qiao Feng was greatly surprised, never expecting that there was such fine wine in the world.
Compared to that, what kind of drinks do I usually have?
Even the sorghum liquor he had just praised seemed to have become nothing special.
At the same time, a strong sense of intoxication surged up.
But Qiao Feng did not try to dispel the intoxication; instead, he let it run rampant within his body.
Unlike others, Qiao Feng enjoyed the intoxication and didn't feel like he was about to pass out.
This is because of his special constitution; no matter how much he drinks, he won't get drunk. On the contrary, the more he drinks, the more sober he becomes, and the stronger he becomes.
Therefore, the effects of this top-grade Thousand-Day Intoxication were not enough to intoxicate him.
"Fine wine! Truly fine wine! Brother, this wine is unparalleled in the world! I, Qiao Feng, have been drinking wine for so many years, yet I have never tasted truly good wine."
Qiao Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he bowed slightly to Gu Qianbei.
"Brother, I was blind and didn't recognize your true worth. I'm truly ashamed!"
Qiao Feng admits his mistakes without hesitation, which makes Gu Qianbei admire him even more.
To his even greater surprise, Qiao Feng was not drunk.
This War God's physique is truly extraordinary.
"Brother Qiao, you flatter me. I know my wine is far superior to ordinary fine wines, so I'm already used to it."
"With your skills, brother, you shouldn't be unknown in the martial world. May I ask your name and what faction you belong to?"
Qiao Feng asked curiously.
"My name is Gu Qianbei, and I am just a winemaker who runs a winery in Qixia Town."
However, I have gained a reputation these days.
I became a distinguished guest of the world's number one winery and was given the title of the world's number one winemaker.
As Gu Qianbei spoke, he took out the Number One Token in the World and placed it on the table.
Qiao Feng glanced at the number one order in the world, his tiger eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he looked Gu Qianbei up and down several times, his heroic spirit now showing a hint of surprise.
"Although the number one manor in the world is a newly emerging force, I have heard that it has gathered many extraordinary people."
I never imagined there would be a master brewer like you. It seems this number one winery in the world truly lives up to its reputation.
"Throughout my life, I have the utmost respect for those with genuine talent and learning. To meet Brother Gu today is truly an honor!"
"It's just some minor skill, nothing compared to a true hero like Brother Qiao."
Over the years, Brother Qiao has led the Beggars' Sect to assist the Song Dynasty in resisting foreign enemies, making great contributions. He is truly a great hero who serves the country and its people.
Gu Qianbei raised his glass in invitation.
"Haha, Brother Gu, you flatter me. Cheers!"
The glasses and bottles clinked slightly in mid-air, and the two men smiled at each other, feeling a sense of mutual appreciation.