Hearing Zheng Ming's slightly doubtful smile, Du Ze's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly held his cup and sipped slowly, as if he could not feel the intense and spicy feeling in it.

With a calm smile, Du Ze Duran said: "No matter whether it is strong wine, fruit wine, or sweet wine, it depends on its personal taste. What does it have to do with the identity of scholars and soldiers? If a soldier uses wine to view people and writes people to drink wine, he thinks that except for the generous military men, the other scholars and literati are wastes who cannot drink strong wine, this idea is naturally a bit biased; but if a literati and poet uses wine to describe people, and divides the wine in the world into Qiuba liquor and noble sake wine, such an idea is actually quite ridiculous, and the Duke thinks?"

After hearing Du Ze's words, the subtle meaning made Zheng Ming smile awkwardly and couldn't help but laugh.

"What sir said is indeed very reasonable."

Zheng Ming made a slightly awkward voice, lowered his head and poured his strong wine, silently.

But after he took a big mouthful of himself again, Zheng Ming raised his head again and rubbed the wooden cup in his hand, but his eyes became dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

And just then, Du Ze looked at him and asked calmly:

"Where is Wei Zheng from?"

Zheng Ming shook his head, not knowing what it means, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Du, I am from Hanzhou, and it is the northernmost state in Daqian."

He held up a simple wooden cup and murmured in disgust:

"I remember when I joined the army, dozens of people were stationed on the beacon tower in the north, practicing day and night, practicing martial arts and spears, cutting swords and axes every day. The place in Hanzhou was cold, and we were stationed further north, in the wind vent area. When winter came, there was frost on the flagpole of the military flag... Every winter, even if we practiced martial arts, we could not drive away the cold, so we stored a lot of wine to drive away the cold in winter. At that time, we couldn't find any good wine vessels at the beacon tower, no, there was no wine vessels there. So we chiseled stones and wood to make glasses and bowls... The wine I drank at that time was such a simple spirit, and the cups were such an ordinary wooden cup... Now, it was really like that time."

Du Ze listened silently, fiddling with firewood under the bonfire from time to time without saying a word.

Zheng Ming said in the end, his voice gradually calmed down. Finally, he finished speaking, staring at the flames silently, and kept filling himself with wine.

As a congenital martial artist, his physical strength is far greater than that of ordinary people. Therefore, even after drinking a few large glasses of wine and filling one or two pounds of wine, his face remained as calm as usual.

And just then, Du Ze suddenly asked indifferently:

"What happened later?"

"later……"

Zheng Ming's voice seemed more dull, but it was like gunpowder blasting in a tunnel, dull and violent.

"... Later one year, Yunmeng went south, and several cavalry on the outpost killed all our team. Only I was left with a plan to prevent fire and burn them all together with the bones of dozens of people. Later, I was attracted by Mr. Meng. Not only was I not punished, but I also received credit. Now I have luckily entered the realm of a congenital martial artist and also awarded the position of a commander."

"So are you...lucky?"

Du Ze's voice suddenly became distant.

The sounds that came from his mouth were deep and lonely, as if they were coming from some abyss, with an inexplicable attraction that made Zheng Ming unable to help but express his own thoughts.

"Great?"

Zheng Ming sneered:

"Of course I am glad... I was able to survive the beacon tower, and I got an official position and was awarded military rank..."

But his face gradually became sad and angry:

"...But I will remember the hatred of the group of Yunmeng people killing my comrades! From that time on, my life was no longer my own! My uncle has the kindness of knowing me, so half of my life is his; the other half is left for Yunmeng! One day, after I pay my uncle's life back, I will exchange my life with Yunmeng people! One can change one, one can kill one!"

Zheng Ming's face gradually became distorted, with deep resentment, but a little dazed.

Before he knew it, Du Ze had already opened his mind and accepted his confession like he vomited real medicine.

While fiddling with the bonfire, Du Ze was still as calm as usual.

"Then...Master Zheng, do you hate him?"

"Hate? Why not hate?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Zheng Ming's eyes.

"I hate Yun Meng to kill my comrades, I hate the Ministry of War that only left a beacon tower hanging alone, I hate the borer of those who only paid 50% of their pay and distributed weapons were all rusty warehouse soldiers! If they could be killed, I could pay any price!"

"So……"

Du Ze's voice paused for a moment and suddenly became strange:

"If someone asks you to let go of your hatred, then you can reach the sky in one step, have a high position and a high salary, or even ascend to the immortal... what would you choose?"

There was a chaotic color flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts, and as if he could confuse people's hearts.

When his eyes touched Du Ze's eyes, Zheng Ming became even more distracted:

"Give up hatred...a high official and generous salary...to ascend to become an immortal?"

Zheng Ming murmured, these possibilities have been threaded into lines in his brain, gradually twisting and twisting, as if they have endless temptation.

But at the end, Zheng Ming's eyes suddenly became firmer again, and the hazy look was wiped out:

"Of course I won't let it go... I'll be counting on this hatred for the rest of my life. If I can't even hate, then it's meaningless to be in front of this god."

Zheng Ming smiled and said, his eyes still in a state of loss of mind, confused and unaware of it.

But right in front of him, the young man fiddling with the firewood under the bonfire suddenly shook his hand when he heard his words, as if something unexpected had happened.

"If you can't even feel free, why do you have to become an immortal? If you have to go against your original intention, why bother with this great way..."

Du Ze murmured, suddenly laughing softly.

"It's so ridiculous..."

But I don’t know if I’m talking about others or myself.

The next moment, he stood up lazyly, looked at Zheng Ming, and Du Ze patted his shoulder:

"Thank you, Master Zheng. What I said tonight made me understand a lot... Since the conversation has come to the present, then we should end. Master Zheng, please go first."

Du Ze patted Zheng Ming on the shoulder, and the latter immediately shook his body as if he had woken up from the dream, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

"Mr. Du isn't going to sleep yet?"

Zheng Ming did not leave any influence on the previous incident, but still had that cold face.

Du Ze smiled calmly:

"It's almost done."
Chapter completed!