Chapter 147 Home Brewing

The chain seemed to not exist in this world. If you want to cut it off, you may need special means.

Feeling the strong emotions from the medal, Wang Xianxian suddenly had an idea.

Brew wine!

With a thought, a large amount of materials and spring water gushed out of the gourd and finally appeared in front of him.

Blood sunflower grass, steel bamboo, general flower, spiritual liquid...

And the broken medal...

"Immortal wine."

As the boy's voice fell, these materials began to release colorful light...

He was going to brew a very famous spiritual wine.

It was a military wine, a third-level spiritual wine, a practice wine, and a wine that soldiers drank at a farewell banquet when they retired.

Military Wine-1107

Of course, it has another loud and well-known name.

Home Brewing.

Thousands of years ago, in that war-torn era, it was a lucky and desirable thing for a soldier to successfully retire.

So when a soldier successfully retired, the army would hold a farewell banquet for him.

In the war-torn era, spirit wine is an extremely scarce resource.

So after attending the farewell dinner, many retired soldiers would choose to pack some of the remaining wine and take it home to drink with their families.

As time went by and the country's strength increased, this habit gradually evolved into a custom.

Whenever a soldier retired, the army would always give him this spirit wine.

Compared with its function, this wine was given a special meaning.

Homecoming...

The spirit wine continued to take shape, and the aroma of the wine was so strong that even the wind could not dispel it.

Wine can be a carrier of emotions, so when the winemaker is deeply emotional, he will brew a special spirit wine that is recognized by heaven and earth and carries emotions.

However, due to the limitation of emotions, the winemaker can only place his own emotions.

But the young immortal in front of him did not have such limitations...

Because he is the pioneer of the road of wine.

Wine immortal!

Under the control of the young immortal, the strange power of emotion continuously flows out of the medal and finally merges into the wine.

[Military Wine-1107 (Homecoming Brew)]

[Quality: Third-grade top-grade wine fairy blessing (exclusive to Wu Yaohua)]

[Recipe: Blood sunflower grass, steel bone bamboo, general flower, spiritual liquid, Wu Zhenhua's medal...]

[Effects: clear the mind, strengthen bones, improve physical fitness, replenish spiritual energy (Note: Wu Zhenhua's father, when Wu Yaohua drinks, he can drive away evil spirits, solidify his heart of Taoism, and double all attributes.)]

[Source: Homecoming Brew, specially formulated with Wu Zhenhua's love as the raw material, may give some warmth to the father who lost his son. ]

[Evaluation: Returning home safely is the most precious, most reassuring, and happiest gift that every wanderer can give to his parents. ]

Looking at the spiritual wine in front of him, Wang Xianxian did not drink it, because he knew that this wine did not belong to him...

Not far away, Wu Yaohua once again transformed into a different demon. With more energy, he became more powerful.

He exuded a black aura, and his muscles expanded rapidly, causing cracks on his skin. The broken skin was filled with blood, like volcanic magma.

A huge amount of energy began to condense on Wu Yaohua's fist.

Facing the enemy's accumulation of power, the young immortal just moved his right hand lightly, and the spiritual wine in front of him began to condense into the shape of a sword.

The moment he held the sword, Wang Xianxian seemed to see the memories of the father and son. To be precise, this was not the memory of the father and son, but...

Wu Zhenhua's memory.

A young soldier with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, full of justice, appeared in Wang Xianxian's mind.

His eyes were full of gratitude and guilt...

Wu Yaohua looked at Wang Xianxian expressionlessly and raised his fist.

And Wang Xianxian looked at Wu Yaohua gently and raised his sword.

In an instant, Wu Yaohua's figure rioted!

As if his fist had the power of opening a mountain, it was wrapped in a huge demonic energy and smashed towards the boy.

The boy felt the huge emotions contained in the wine, and then opened the Golden Crow bloodline.

Wine carries pure emotions, and these emotions can only be placed in wine...

What the boy has to do is to give orders to the spirit wine as a wine fairy, and release that emotion...

!

Looking at the flames in his hand, the boy smiled and said softly.

"Tell him those words in person..."

"Pardon..."

The moment the young immortal finished speaking, the Golden Crow Fire began to burst, and what was ignited was the wine that contained love.

The boy's sword instantly turned into a flaming sword.

And above the flame, a shadow began to emerge...

The moment the shadow appeared, Wu Yaohua, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped moving forward.

At the same time, Wang Xianxian clenched the sword in his hand, and then rushed towards Wu Yaohua, who was stunned.

The black energy on Wu Yaohua's body became increasingly dense. They were trying to control Wu Yaohua, but for some reason, no matter how they ordered, the police officer no longer let them control him like before.

They may never know that Wu Yaohua is no longer the police officer who was obsessed with losing his son. He is now a father...

A father waiting for his son to return home.

The young man's sword was very fast, and it arrived in front of Wu Yaohua in just a blink of an eye.

Wu Yaohua stared at the shadow floating above the young man.

That was his child, his eternal pride...

Tears quietly occupied the father's eyes, and the young soldier opened his arms.

The young immortal stared at the chains on Wu Yaohua and swung his sword.

"Go home!"

Accompanied by the boy's roar, the sword blade slashed the chains domineeringly.

Crack!

Instantly, the shackles in the void broke.

The shackles broke, and the wanderer returned home.

Wu Zhenhua's shadow gave his eagerly awaited father a hug.

The last hug, the farewell hug...

The hug of returning home, the hug of leaving home...

"Dad..."

Tears flowed from Wu Yaohua's eyes like a broken kite string.

"Zhenhua, my Zhenhua, Dad is sorry for you, Dad has embarrassed you..."

Wu Zhenhua patted his father's back gently with his hand, and then said softly: "No matter when, no matter where, I am proud of you..."

"You will always be my hero..."

All kinds of emotions entangled in his heart, making Wu Yaohua unable to speak at all.

At this moment, Wu Yaohua suddenly felt his hand moving.

Wu Zhenhua held his father's hand tightly.

"Dad, don't lose it again this time..."

Feeling the extra objects in his hands, Wu Yaohua nodded like crazy.

"Dad won't...never again..."

"Zhenhua...Dad loves you..."

Wu Zhenhua smiled, relieved smile.

"Dad, when I was a child, I was very afraid that you would sacrifice, so one night I asked you, if you died one day, what should I do, do you remember what you said?"

"Dry your tears and defend your country." Wu Yaohua burst into tears.

"I don't regret dying for my country..." Wu Zhenhua wiped his tears for his father and smiled gently.

Wu Yaohua gently touched the shadow in front of him: "Zhenhua, I am proud of you."

"Me too."

Speaking of this, Wu Zhenhua's body suddenly began to fade, and then he smiled with relief.

"Dad, I'm leaving, take care of yourself..."

Wu Yaohua tried hard to control his tears and gave his son a last hug.

"Dad promises you."

At this point, the spirit wine burned out and completely turned into nothingness.

Wu Yaohua gently opened his right hand, and a medal was quietly lying in his calloused hand...

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I have something to do today, so there is only one chapter, and I will make up for the ones I owe (I owe 7 chapters)