False evidence

Chapter 64 Immortal Being (Part 2)
Chen Zudao brought the wine glass to his lips, looked at me for a while with one eye bigger than the other, and his originally furrowed white eyebrows slowly relaxed, as if he were in a daze again.

Bai Jing glared at me reproachfully, and was about to speak when Chen Zudao suddenly sniffed, took two steps to the door, and splashed the wine in his glass into the yard. "It smells awful. How can anyone drink this stuff!"

Bai Jing was furious: "Then why did you make me drink it?"

Chen Zudao chuckled: "What? You're allowed to make fun of me, but I can't make you laugh?"

He waved his hand, walked to the table, and sat down with an air of authority.

Seeing his action, I immediately realized why I felt this room was 'strange'.

The main room is decorated in a very retro style, with the furniture being a proper six-piece set from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The main room of my old home looks almost the same as this place.

However, they only look similar.

My grandfather's belongings have been there since I can remember. Although they are old, they are not made of any good materials.

The two armchairs in the main hall creak and groan when I sit on them now.

The furniture in the main room also looked quite old.

However, once Chen Zudao sat down in the grand master's chair, he remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Even if I don't know much about furniture materials, I can tell that the furniture here is made of top-quality wood and crafted with superior skill, far superior to my old man's shabby belongings.

In addition, I overlooked two points earlier.

First, the room was exceptionally clean, spotless.

Furthermore, none of the windows here are made of glass; instead, they are covered with paper.

From the moment I entered the courtyard, it felt like I had traveled through time and arrived in a distant era, which explains why I felt so strange.

If Bai Jing's previous story is true, Chen Zudao is over a hundred years old.

But this old man seemed to have ADHD. He had only sat down for half a minute when he stood up again, strode into the inner room, and came out carrying a large jar about the size of a water bucket in one hand.

He laughed and said to Bai Jing, "You little brat, you're willing to drink such awful wine, you must have something to ask of your grandpa. Hehe, the usual rule, drink with me to your heart's content first, then we'll talk."

He placed the wine jar on the table, carefully opened the seal, and a strange aroma of wine immediately filled the room.

I blurted out, "Peach Blossom White!"

Chen Zudao laughed heartily: "So you're a little drunkard too!"

I murmured, "Simply soaking peach blossoms in wine in March doesn't taste very good. To make it mellow and not greasy, you have to add dried peaches from the previous year. Ten catties of wine, three peaches, three times three equals nine, plus thirty-three ounces of peach blossoms. Seal it and put it in the cellar. When the dried peaches are as bright as if they were freshly picked, that's the best peach blossom wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "thump" and Chen Zudao suddenly slumped into the chair, his legs straight, his eyes wide open as he stared at me, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Who...who exactly are you? How do you know this method of soaking in alcohol?"

"You've drunk this wine before?" Bai Jing looked at me with surprise.

The truth is, I was stunned myself after saying those words.

Although I had heard my grandfather mention a wine called Peach Blossom White, I had never tasted it, let alone knew how to make it.

However, as soon as I smelled the aroma of the wine, I felt as if I were drunk and blurted out those words.

As I came to my senses, I couldn't help but recall that the physiognomy technique left behind by Yang Wudao was only for people.

I can tell you how to make Peach Blossom White wine, is it because I met the person who made it?

But why do I feel that the feeling I just had wasn't caused by the clairvoyance?

I never expected Chen Zudao's reaction to be so strong. Although he is nicknamed "Life God," he is not a real god. For a centenarian to have such a strong reaction, I was really afraid he would faint.

So, without thinking twice, I braced myself and said:
“I have a neighbor in my hometown who knows how to make peach blossom white wine. I learned this method from him.”

Chen Zudao said "Oh," calmed down a little, and slowly sat up straight, as if he had fallen into deep thought.

After a long while, he finally let out a sigh of relief and asked me:

Where are you from?

I told them where my hometown is.

Chen Zudao's body trembled again, and he asked urgently:

What's your neighbor's name?

I casually said, "I don't really know his name, but I've called him 'Big Half Grandpa' since I was a kid."

"what!"

As if struck by lightning, Chen Zudao sprang up from his chair. Before he could even take a step, his two large hands grabbed both of my shoulders at the same time.

I didn't expect him to suddenly attack. I felt like the bones in my shoulders were about to break from his grip. Instinctively, I raised the knuckles of both index fingers and struck at the radial bones (the protruding bumps on his wrists, also known as the iliac crests) of his hands. At the same time, I shrank my body downwards and kicked his big belly with my right leg.

This was because he was gripping my shoulders, so I couldn't exert much force with my arms; it was just a double precaution.

However, as soon as I kicked out, I regretted it.

Because I realized that Chen Zudao didn't really intend to attack me, but rather it was an unconscious action due to emotional fluctuations.

Before I could even tap his bone, he released me.

This caused my counterattack with both hands to miss its target, but my right foot slammed into his stomach.

The result was—I was bounced back and fell flat on my back...

Chen Zudao rushed forward and lifted me up with one hand. "Child, are you alright?"

As soon as I shook my head, he immediately asked, "How is your uncle? Is he still in good health?"

I sensed something was wrong and looked at Bai Jing, who also looked completely bewildered.

Fearing that Chen Zudao might act rashly in his excitement, I stepped back and waved my hand forcefully at him:
"Stay away from me! At least two meters away!"

Chen Zudao stiffened and actually obeyed, stepping back.

However, her eyes suddenly reddened.

I stretched my shoulders, thinking to myself, "This old man isn't some kind of living god, he's practically a living devil. He didn't mean to hurt me, but if I had reacted a little slower, I would most likely be in the hospital seeing an orthopedic doctor."

Chen Zudao didn't step forward again, nor did he ask me anything more. He sat back down in his chair, muttering absentmindedly:

"Most of...most of...you still remember me after all..."

Bai Jing finally found an opportunity to speak, winked at me, and said to Chen Zudao:
"Ancestor, the wine has been opened. Let's have a couple of drinks first, and then we can talk slowly."

Seeing that Chen Zudao was standing there blankly without reacting, she quickly walked out of the main room.

Seeing this, I quickly followed her out and caught up with her, asking in a low voice, "What exactly happened?"

I pointed to my temple. "Could there be something wrong with this old man?"

Bai Jing also whispered, "I don't know what's wrong with him either. He wasn't like this before. By the way, don't say anything more later. Let me find out what's going on first."

(End of this chapter)