July 16th in Butterfly Valley arrived as scheduled. When this day arrived, I don’t know how many butterflies had already arrived in Butterfly Valley.

Looking around, I saw the butterflies in the sky, the red, yellow, white, black, jumping, gliding, high, low, overwhelming, boundless, and endless, and the butterflies.

People who came from outside the valley to fight wine, stepped on the soft lees, and caught the colorful flowers, which were butterflies.

What you see along the way, what you encounter, what you chase after, what you rush to go, are still butterflies.

The butterflies were parked in the Butterfly Valley, and there were hundreds of thousands or millions of them. Amid the clusters of so many butterflies, the mellow smell of wine was floating among the breath of everyone!

The flattened wine field that everyone spent dozens of days was an empty grassland. In the early morning, men from various families moved enough barrels to surround the grassland. At first glance, the quiet wine barrels were like the fire in July, burning the hearts of men.

These wines are brought by the brewers themselves, regardless of rewards, and there is no benefit. Everyone comes because of their love for wine. The only special thing is that if the family contributes the most wine, they will have to go to the middle of the bar and announce the start of the wine fighting.

At this time, there was not much time left before the start of the wine fighting. Twenty-eight large wine barrels transported from all directions, carrying twenty-eight wine jars and twenty-eight drums, forming a large circle and neatly arranged on the wine fighting court.

Next to each big wine barrel were two women, one holding a gourd scoop of wine in his hand and the other holding a drum bell that was playing drums. They were talking and laughing, and it was very lively.

Look at the barrel that is half a person tall, and it can be filled with at least one hundred kilograms. Twenty-eight large barrels are more than three thousand kilograms of shochu. These shochu are placed here just to witness the birth of the wine king today!

There were a lot of people coming to drink, and each of them held a big bowl in their hands. They didn't come to the middle of the wine bar, but they only formed a circle of people outside the barrel ring. The inside and the outside three layers were already over 1,000!

After a hustle and bustle, a strong man with a beard, held a big wine bowl and was pushed out of the circle of people.

He tried hard to squeeze back into the circle, but was outnumbered, so he had to obediently go to the center of the Doujiu. He came to the Doujiu and looked at the dark crowd around him. Perhaps he was shy, his dark face turned red, which caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

The man simply closed his eyes and shouted in his rough loud voice: "I can't speak either. But because I brought a few more barrels of wine than everyone, I must say it, then I'll say that the rule of fighting wine is very simple. Anyway, please pour the wine evenly. Whoever pours the last one will be the wine king!"

This is the rule of this year's wine fighting conference. After all, there are no rules. Everyone just cares about drinking. Whoever can't drink or withdraw, whoever loses. In the end, the winner is the big winner, the wine king of this year!

After the man finished speaking, he didn't let the woman beside the barrel scoop wine for him. He had already scooped out a bowl of wine from the big barrel. Before others could hold the wine, he had already poured it into his stomach.

When the others saw that the man had already drunk, they each held a big bowl in their hands and squeezed to the side of the barrel. They asked the woman next to the barrel and drank it.

Among these drinking figures, there was a figure that seemed a bit prominent. He was the young man Yu Zhifeng who was covered in snake chess. He scooped up a full bowl of wine, but did not drink it. He just kept looking at the outside, as if he was eagerly waiting for someone.

The big man with a beard shouted, "Zhifeng, why are you not drinking yet? Are you waiting for a woman to come and fight with him to get married?"

Fighting wine to get married is also the rule of Butterfly Valley. Some women think they have good alcohol tolerance and want to fight with a boy with good alcohol tolerance. If they lose, the man will win the bed. These things work in Butterfly Valley.

Yu Zhifeng knew this big man with a beard. After hearing the big man’s question, he replied to the big man: “Uncle Jiu, I’m still waiting for a friend. She might come to fight with me today.”

Yu Zhifeng said this, but she was still a little disappointed. After all, the wine fighting has begun now, and the girl he met last night has not appeared yet.

Just as Yu Zhifeng finished saying this, a fragrance came from the distance of the grassland. The frightened butterfly flew up. At the end of the butterfly, a beautiful girl in white with an extraordinary temperament came.

The girl was the one Yu Zhifeng saw on the moon last night, but this time there were two more helpers behind the girl, one of whom was wearing a black veil, a cat demon, and the other big man in a golden robe, a golden tiger.

After arriving at the grassland, each of them held a big bowl in their hands, asked for three full bowls of wine, and then walked towards Yu Zhifeng with great momentum. In that way, they wanted to fight with Yu Zhifeng for wine!

Yu Zhifeng smiled happily. Parida had seen him last night, so he could naturally recognize him. He seemed to have seen the two people next to Parida, but what happened nine years ago had turned into a vague memory. In addition, the kitten and Jinhu had also undergone some physical changes. He did not immediately remember it.

The three of them arrived in front of Yu Zhifeng. Their faces were one of them looked worse than the other. Their expressions completely regarded Yu Zhifeng as a strong enemy.

Seeing that Yu Zhifeng was stunned and only held the wine and didn't drink it, Paridia shouted: "Hey, little kid, don't you drink it?"

When Yu Zhifeng saw that Paridai was calling him, his heart couldn't help but jump, his nose was slightly raised, he raised his neck and poured wine. The glass of soju had already poured into Yu Zhifeng's stomach.

I don’t know if it was wine or because of a little shyness, Yu Zhifeng’s face turned red.

Yu Zhifeng never blushed when he used to drink, but it was different now. At this moment, he has been with the Chiyang Sword for nine years. The masculinity of the Chiyang Sword has gradually suppressed the demonic nature in Yu Zhifeng's body. After these nine years of practice, Yu Zhifeng not only made great progress in magic, but also recovered a lot of consciousness. When encountering shy things, it would be strange if he didn't blush if he drank strong wine!

Paridia and the other two were very happy. Seeing Yu Zhifeng pouring wine, they also drank all of them one after another.

When the kitten saw Yu Zhifeng just drank a glass, he blushed and said ashamed: "I thought I could drink so much. I dare to fight with us and I won't be drunk to death later!"
Chapter completed!