The boat’s hullabaloo turned out to be much ado about nothing, a storm in a teacup.

The sword cultivator had unleashed his natal swords, two no less, and yet in the end, no blood was spilled?

The onlookers felt rather unsatisfied.

The ferry, carrying close to two hundred souls, erupted in murmurs. For the denizens of Qingluan, whether pedigree cultivators venturing down the mountain, rogue cultivators seeking profit in the wilds, or affluent officials bringing their families to broaden their horizons, taking a celestial ferry was nothing extraordinary. They’d seen enough picturesque scenes of rolling cloud seas and soaring cranes to last a lifetime. Instead, witnessing such a clash was far more stimulating. Each held their own opinions, and while the parties involved, one appeared calm and collected, the other evasive, they were engaged in lively discussions. Their opinions varied, but eventually, they largely agreed that the young sword cultivator was far too domineering. Such a trivial matter, why resort to injuring someone? Simply revealing his sword cultivator status would have sufficed. Why kick the man to the ground? Wasn’t that blatant oppression by virtue of status?

Only a little girl, traveling the land with her parents, innocently remarked, “Wasn’t it the beaten fellow’s fault to begin with?”

The adults nearby, engrossed in gossip, including her well-matched parents from a Qingluan aristocratic family, simply ignored the child’s naive words. They continued to speculate about the young sword cultivator’s origins: Was he from the Thunderwind Garden of Li Tuanjing? Or the Righteous Sun Mountain with its soaring sword qi? Some even sneered, saying these legendary sword cultivators were truly remarkable, with tempers as fiery as their youth. Perhaps one day, they’d encounter an even more unreasonable Earth Immortal and learn a bitter lesson.

The little girl tentatively added, “If that white-robed big brother carrying the sword didn’t have any skills, wouldn’t he have been bullied by that large group of people?”

The adults still disregarded the child’s immature perspective. What could a mere toddler understand?

Ignored, the little girl grew indignant and ran to a less crowded section of the bow near the railing. Standing on tiptoes, she strained her eyes, gazing outward. The clouds resembled the largest cotton candies in the world, making her drool. She reached out, making grabbing motions, then stuffed her hands into her mouth, patted her stomach, and felt content. She decided not to sulk with the adults anymore. She had actually wanted to play with the coal-black-faced child of the same age, but she had been too shy. Besides, her parents had cautioned her not to be as unrestrained as at home. Then, after the big commotion, she had been even more hesitant to approach.

The little girl suddenly noticed near the railing not far away, a person who was exceptionally handsome, even more in line with the jade-tree-in-the-wind descriptions in books than the big brother who had protected the charcoal-faced girl.

The man was probably around thirty years old, but he still gave off a vague impression of youth and vigor.

He turned and met her gaze. The little girl quickly turned away, pretending to admire the scenery.

The man smiled and, imitating the little girl, reached out towards a floating white cloud near the ferry that resembled a mountain peak. The snowy mountain trembled slightly. Then, a white thread, shimmering under the sunlight, swam into the man’s hand. He kneaded it into a ball of thread and offered it to the little girl with a smile, as if asking if she wanted to try it. The little girl shook her head vigorously, and the man tossed it into his own mouth.

The little girl was greatly amazed, her mouth agape, filled with admiration.

What a handsome immortal!

The man leaned on the railing, with nothing to do.

This leave of absence was partly for relaxation, but also to get a closer look at the young man who might be a fellow disciple.

He was none other than Grand Commandant Wei Liang of Qingluan.

He was the Earth Immortal cultivator who had once orchestrated the encirclement of the Yellow Ox and lured rogue cultivators to their deaths, and also the gatekeeper of the current Buddhist-Daoist debate in Qingluan’s capital.

The Buddhist-Daoist debate had not yet truly concluded, so Wei Liang, the Grand Commandant whose age surpassed that of the Qingluan Dynasty itself, the right-hand man of Qingluan’s founding emperor and its former top strategist, had requested leave from the current emperor, Tang Li. Even if Tang Li was unwilling, without Wei Liang stationed in the capital, the situation in Qingluan was extremely complex, surrounded by wolves and tigers. Yet the Tang emperor still had to grit his teeth and agree.

After the founding emperor of Qingluan established the nation, he built pavilions and hung portraits for twenty-four meritorious ministers. “Wei Qian’s” ranking was not actually high, but the grandsons of the grandsons of the other twenty-three civil and military officials had all died, while Wei Qian had simply changed his name to Wei Liang.

This celestial ferry named “Azure Robe,” resembling the warships of the mortal dynasties on those great lakes and rivers, was not fast and even took detours, precisely to allow half of the ferry’s passengers to seek pleasure in those famous immortal mountains. They could fish with specially crafted rods from a fishing platform built from rare wood high above the cloud sea, angling for priceless birds and flying fish; admire the magnificent sunrise and sunset from the summit of a high mountain lined with inns; purchase seeds at exorbitant prices from an immortal sect and then have agricultural cultivators cultivate pots of exotic flowers and plants, taking them back home to admire in their courtyards or present as elegant bribes in officialdom. Some mountain peaks were deliberately stocked with mountain spirits and fierce beasts, with cultivators responsible for accompanying wealthy individuals who enjoyed hunting, accompanying them on mountain ascents and descents, “risking danger” to capture them.

In Wei Liang’s flowery years in Qingluan, he had always been alone.

The wives whom the Grand Commandant’s mansion formally married were merely facades, hence he had no offspring.

It had been so many years, vaguely.

Wei Liang crouched down and smiled, “Little girl, what’s your name?”

The little girl hesitated for a moment, “My name is Yuan Yanxu.”

Wei Liang nodded and said, “Words must have substance, and sequence… Judging from this, someone in your family, likely a senior, is a proponent of the ‘Righteous Law Doctrine’ of the Tongcheng School. That branch of learning has been dormant for many years, so I guess it wasn’t your father who named you, but your grandfather, right?”

The little girl’s eyes widened. She was even more impressed by this person. He could even guess that?

Wei Liang smiled and asked, “Shall we chat?”

The little girl scurried a few steps and squatted beside him, “Sir, you speak, and I’ll listen carefully.”

In the distance, the little girl’s mother looked worried and was about to bring her daughter back.

The woman’s husband, a refined middle-aged scholar, also intended to do so. On a celestial ferry, no one was a simple character.

However, the family’s old guest retainer who accompanied them shook his head at the middle-aged scholar and said softly, “Perhaps it is a celestial opportunity. We should observe quietly.”
The couple finally felt somewhat relieved, while also harboring a hint of anticipation.

Wei Liang simply sat cross-legged, his hands resting on his knees. The immortal ferry sailed into a sea of clouds, the railing overlooking a snow-white river, truly living up to its name.

Wei Liang first asked the young girl, Yuan Yanxu, about her thoughts on the previous disturbance. The girl readily shared her opinions.

Seeing the immortal gentleman nod in agreement, Yuan Yanxu felt a surge of joy, finally finding someone who acknowledged her views.

Wei Liang slowly stated, “You youngsters, untainted by the world, are… how should I put it? Like the most exquisite yet fragile porcelain. Whether you grace a grand hall or end up as a broken jar by a well depends on how well you are nurtured. If taught properly, you will be molded in the right shape. If not, you will grow crooked.”

“Exemplary teaching and personal example are paramount, with the latter being more crucial. Verbal instruction is ephemeral, while personal example is tangible. Children may not grasp the complexities of adult reasoning, but they are incredibly curious about the world. It’s difficult for children to absorb and retain logic, but they observe the world around them more keenly, easily remembering its general shape, simple as it may be, distinguishing black from white. This innocent perspective is precious. Through subtle influences, imperceptible over time, the world takes shape in their minds, becoming difficult to alter.”

“Hence, seemingly inexplicable actions taken by adults often have roots in their past. During the critical stage of molding character, parental words and deeds are of utmost importance. A reprimand that misses the mark, or turning a blind eye to wrongdoing because the child is deemed too young, ultimately harms everyone involved, especially the child. Therefore, rewards and punishments must be clear, and parents must learn to establish boundaries. Benevolence and righteousness are the foundation of reason. Penalties are the means of enforcing it.”

Wei Liang spoke calmly, his pace unhurried.

The little girl listened attentively, occasionally blinking her eyes.

Wei Liang continued, “Therefore, when children are young, parents instill benevolence and righteousness through their actions. As they grow, teachers instruct them in the same from books. The two complement each other, with the former being practical instruction and the latter being elevated teaching. Neither is dispensable, and undermining each other is even worse.”

The little girl remained silent, it was unknown whether she understood.

But listening attentively without interrupting when others spoke, this the little girl knew.

Wei Liang turned and asked with a smile, “Do you know who is relatively more willing to listen to reason?”

The little girl shook her head.

Wei Liang answered himself, “Initially, children listen to their parents. Then students listen to their teachers. As they grow older, the weak listen to the strong, the poor listen to the rich, subjects listen to their ruler, and those below listen to those above. The question then becomes, what if the strong speak incorrectly, yet the weak blindly accept their words as sacred? When morality and righteousness are no longer effective, the only choice is law. There must be something in the world that inspires more awe than all the immortal arts of the mountains, restraining even the so-called strong, making them fear like children fearing their parents’ scolding, or the teacher’s switch and ruler, punishing them immediately for any misdeed, so they know the pain.”

Wei Liang smiled brightly, “You don’t understand, do you?”

Of course, she didn’t understand, her little brain was a mess. “Mm!”

Wei Liang laughed and said, “Actually, you’ve absorbed it, just don’t understand it yet, but it’s all in your heart, which is more impressive than many adults. They often only learn petty worldly wisdom after suffering losses. Little girl, although your cultivation aptitude is mediocre, you are now in a fortunate family, free from worry about food and clothing, unlikely to undergo a major change in character. If you marry a good man in the future, your life won’t be too bad.”

Yuan Yanxu blushed.

Marriage was something she had only played at, finding a piece of red silk to cover the “bride’s” head. If the “groom” was the little bookworm from the Liu family next door, she would smile more, but if it was the chubby little boy from the Ma family, she would refuse to smile.

Wei Liang extended a finger. “Since you are so smart and sensible, remember one thing. When you grow up, if you encounter a great difficulty that your family cannot handle, remember to go to the Grand Commandant’s Mansion south of the capital, and look for a person named Wei Liang. Or, if it’s urgent, you can send a letter.”

Yuan Yanxu timidly said, “Sir, that’s many years in the future, maybe not…”

Wei Liang shook his head and smiled, “Don’t think that way. Time flies like water, in the blink of an eye, you’ll be grown up, and in another blink…”

She might already be dead of old age.

However, Wei Liang didn’t utter such inappropriate words.

Wei Liang smiled and said, “Is it right to take advantage of good people? Does that mean we shouldn’t be good? Should we become evil because only evil can subdue evil? Should we think it’s okay to deceive virtuous people because they can be deceived with principles? That’s not right.”

“Just judging people’s virtues is too complex, and even if right and wrong are determined, how to deal with it is still a huge problem. Like the disturbance on the ferry today, if that sword-carrying young man patiently tried to reason with those people, would they listen? Would they agree in their hearts even if they said they were listening? Then what’s the point of speaking or not speaking? Because what those people are willing to listen to isn’t true reason, but the current situation. If they part ways, the situation changes, and their nature is hard to change, everything remains the same. Perhaps sitting down and reasoning with them would only cause trouble… Forget it, let’s not talk about these things, let’s just enjoy the sea of clouds, it’s more soothing.”

These were more like Wei Liang’s soliloquy, not expecting the little girl to understand.

In fact, even if Yuan Yanxu’s parents were listening, it would be useless, not because they couldn’t understand, but because they felt that the world was like this, and discussing these things was not as practical as empty and unrealistic theories.

Wei Liang had already been an Earth Immortal for over two hundred years, but in order to promote his own teachings, he intended to use the changes in the local customs of a country as an opportunity to prove and observe his Dao. So he took on the pseudonym “Wei Qian” and came to the southeastern part of Baoping Continent, helping Emperor Taizu of the Green Luan Kingdom establish the nation. Afterward, he assisted generations of emperors of the Tang family, establishing laws. Before this debate between Buddhism and Daoism, Wei Liang had never targeted officials and cultivators in the court as an Earth Immortal cultivator.
Thus, it would not only be exhausting but also slow the progress, even leading to a significant setback during the reigns of two emperors.

This deeply disappointed Wei Liang.

Wei Liang eventually departed with a smile, merely reminding the young maiden to keep the matters of the letter and the Grand Protectorate a secret.

Only after Wei Liang’s figure vanished did Yuan Yanxu’s parents and the family’s esteemed guest arrive beside the maiden, initiating an inquiry into the details of their conversation.

The young girl dared not conceal anything, but at first, she intended to keep the secret, promising that gentleman not to speak of the Grand Protectorate and the letter.

However, she inadvertently let slip a hint, which was seized upon by the old family retainer. With a seemingly gentle demeanor, yet subtle probing, Yuan Yanxu struggled for a long while, unable to resist her parents’ eager questioning, and had no choice but to reveal everything.

The old retainer was overjoyed, whispering with the middle-aged scholar that the man must be a consecrated cultivator from the Grand Protectorate! Perhaps even a favorite confidant of Grand Protector Wei himself!

The Yuan family was blessed!

The Yuan family’s old retainer then instructed the scholar, that these immortals from the mountains were of unpredictable temperament and could not be judged by common sense. Therefore, they must not be superfluous, such as paying a visit of thanks, they must not do that, the Yuan family should act as if they knew nothing at all.

The couple was thrilled beyond words.

Only the young maiden felt guilty towards that immortal gentleman, squatting beside the railing, feeling somewhat lost.

Wei Liang, who had already walked far away, sighed softly.

Such trivial matters were not enough to disappoint Wei Liang, much less to make him regret his actions, it was merely unsurprising. In the future, if the Yuan family, only a second-rate clan in Qingluan Kingdom’s capital, were to encounter trouble, even if that letter could not reach the Grand Protectorate, he, Wei Liang, would still lend a helping hand once.

However, the young girl named Yuan Yanxu had missed a celestial opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation.

Yet, Wei Liang also knew that, for Yuan Yanxu, this might not truly be a bad thing.

To obtain peace and stability in the mortal realm was already exceedingly rare.

Once one ascended the mountains and cultivated the Dao, becoming a Qi Practitioner, one would start to wrestle with the heavens, regardless of the righteousness or evil of humanity, as long as one’s will was not firm, one often met with an unfortunate end.

Chen Ping’an led Pei Qian by the hand, returning to their room on the ferry.

Pei Qian surprisingly declared that she would copy five hundred more characters today.

Chen Ping’an did not stop her, but only reminded her that what she wrote extra today could not be counted towards tomorrow’s quota.

Pei Qian puffed out her chest, saying, “Of course not!”

While copying the scriptures, the yellow-skinned gourd was placed beside her hand.

Chen Ping’an sat across the table, continuing to read a Legalist book he had purchased after being reminded by Cui Dongshan. It was not a rare or exquisite edition, but it belonged to the category of fundamental “orthodox scriptures” that supported the Three Teachings and the Hundred Schools of Thought. Regarding reading, Lu Tai’s advice to Chen Ping’an was remembered. For instance, the method of reading from thick to thin, and “following the vine to find relatives,” as well as the knack for choosing books. Although the knowledge of the Hundred Schools of Thought was complex and voluminous, the sea of books was endless, in reality, even the most widely spread Confucian, Buddhist, and Taoist teachings, the books that truly deserved the description “beneficial upon opening” numbered no more than fifty. Every commoner, even those in their seventies, could read them carefully and repeatedly.

Therefore, Chen Ping’an’s selection of three Legalist classics was only to ensure the accuracy of the print.

Regarding today’s events, what pleased Chen Ping’an the most about Pei Qian was still what he had previously told her about “acting from the heart.”

If one did wrong, one should sincerely apologize.

Furthermore, the current Pei Qian was vastly different from the Pei Qian he had first met in the Lotus Flower Paradise. For example, from the beginning to the end of the incident, Pei Qian’s only thought was to copy scriptures.

Instead of immediately cursing those people to a miserable death and so on.

Chen Ping’an asked, “Pei Qian, that guy held your head down, almost throwing you out. Aren’t you angry?”

“I am angry. That’s why on the way back, I was cursing them to death in my stomach. Eight big baddies, each with a different way to die. For example, the guy who got lectured by Master will carelessly sprain his ankle when he goes out, fall off the ferry, and splat, smash into pieces. That stinky woman with thick, bulging silkworms under her eyes, according to the physiognomy Master Chef taught me, will suddenly get into an argument with someone, then get slapped left and right, until her teeth are all knocked out, haha, and that pointy-mouthed, monkey-cheeked one will get a bad stomachache, there’s no doctor on the ferry to treat him, he’ll roll around on the ground, howling…”

Pei Qian was busy focusing on copying the scriptures, and accidentally spoke her mind. Suddenly realizing this, she wore a bitter expression, “Master, knock my head, or pull my ears, whichever you prefer.”

Chen Ping’an was not angry at all, smiling as he asked, “Then if…”

Pei Qian seemed to know what Chen Ping’an was going to ask, straightening her back as she said, “Master, don’t worry, I’m just thinking about it, to make myself happy. Even if I one day master peerless swordsmanship and invincible boxing, if I encounter these guys, I won’t really do anything to them! At most, I’ll just kick them once, like Master does.”

Chen Ping’an curiously asked, “Why?”

Pei Qian had a look of self-evident rightness, “I’m your disciple, Master, and the first one at that! If I fuss with them, wouldn’t I be making Master lose face? Besides, it’s no big deal. I’ve been beaten and kicked countless times when I was a kid. Now I’m a rich person, and half a Jianghu person, I’m very magnanimous!”

Zhu Lian happened to be pushing the door open with Shi Rou, giving a thumbs up, “Heroine Pei’s flattery skills are becoming more and more perfect.”

Pei Qian continued to bury her head in copying scriptures, she was in a good mood today, and would not fuss with Old Chef.

Chen Ping’an said to Zhu Lian, “Those people will definitely come to apologize later, help me block them, and tell them to scram.”

Pei Qian suddenly asked, “Master, why not see them, and talk to them reasonably?”

Zhu Lian laughed, “You don’t know anything.”

Pei Qian surprisingly did not retort, grinning secretly.

Last time, on the small path leaving the Lion Garden, she grabbed a fart and had Zhu Lian and Shi Rou guess what it was, so Old Chef, you’re the one who doesn’t know anything.

Zhu Lian stood beside Pei Qian, watching her copy the scriptures. The style of writing should be learned from Chen Ping’an, and now she writes passably neatly.

Zhu Lian looked at her,
With meticulous strokes, she wrote, all the while muttering, “Young Master, speaking kindly to such individuals only makes them compliant on the surface, spouting empty promises they’ll surely break. The moment they turn their backs, they’ll become arrogant, boasting about their ‘acquaintance’ with you. After disembarking, they’ll return to their Jianghu ways, now emboldened by a swordsman friend, vouched for by a ferryman, a reputation that will surely inspire dread. Do you think it’s a trifle?”

Pei Qian looked up, puzzled. “How does that make us friends? Aren’t we enemies?”

Zhu Lian, seated nearby, calmly stated, “We know that, but the Jianghu does not.”

Pei Qian slammed her hand on the table, ceasing her writing. “Why is the Jianghu such a wretched place?”

Chen Ping’an chuckled. “Concentrate on copying the book. Try to finish it in one go, without dilly-dallying.”

Pei Qian nodded and resumed her task.

As expected.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, mostly third and fourth-realm pure martial artists, with a single fifth-realm among them.

They began to knock on the door.

Zhu Lian flung the door open and sent the leader flying with a kick. “Stop disturbing my Young Master’s peace! Come back to bother us and I’ll swat you like flies!”

The group trembled, bowing and scraping, and fled in a panic.

Around half the rooms along the corridor opened, their occupants curious to see whether the situation would escalate into a bloodbath or become a heroic tale, as often depicted in books.

The anticlimactic resolution left them all feeling rather bored.

However, several wild cultivators felt a sense of relief.

If those brutes had somehow managed to ingratiate themselves with such an unfathomable young swordsman, they would have been green with envy.

Watching Chen Ping’an quietly observing Pei Qian’s calligraphy, ensuring each stroke was flawless,

Shi Rou was suddenly struck by the realization that his centuries as a ghost had been a complete waste.

Wasn’t he not even twenty years old yet?

How could he possess such deep insight into the subtleties of human nature?

Chen Ping’an abruptly turned, smiling. “You’ve been staring at me for quite some time. What is it?”

Shi Rou, feeling somewhat embarrassed, shook his head.

Seeing Chen Ping’an’s odd expression, Shi Rou feared he had misinterpreted his intentions, suspecting him of harboring inappropriate thoughts. He became even more uncomfortable, abruptly standing up, twisting at the waist, and departing.

Chen Ping’an was utterly perplexed.

He simply felt uneasy being stared at by a “Du Mao.”

Zhu Lian gloated, “Young Master is truly a phoenix among men! Any woman who encounters such a figure is destined to be ruined for life!”

Chen Ping’an sighed. “Zhu Lian, sometimes your flattery is not as pleasing as Pei Qian’s.”

Zhu Lian chuckled. “After all, Pei Qian is naturally gifted at flattery, while I only strive to improve through effort.”

Pei Qian, still copying the book, did not look up, but her expression was filled with indignation. “Old Cook, just you wait! I only have one hundred and twenty-five characters left to copy, and then you’re in for it!”

Zhu Lian laughed. “What, are we going to compare eating dung, or trading insults?”

Chen Ping’an, finding the conversation unbearable, simply retrieved the invaluable True Form Talisman of the Day and Night Wandering Gods, along with the jade pendant engraved with the Dragon Palace.

Because Li Baozhen had “opened” them, and Chen Ping’an did not know how to “close” them, both were constantly losing spiritual energy, although the rate was negligible compared to their innate abundance.

It was like a lake surrounded by reeds, where someone used a hoe to create a small ditch to drain the water.

This highlighted the fatal flaw of pure martial artists drawing talismans.

One was a roaring fire, like the changing seasons, fleeting and unrepeatable.

The other was a slow, steady stream, like a celestial cave dwelling, eternally evergreen.

Zhu Lian clicked his tongue in wonder. “The jade pendant is difficult to decipher, but this treasure talisman of the Second Master Li should be considered… a treasure among celestial magical artifacts?”

Chen Ping’an nodded. “The talisman lineage is a major branch of the Daoist school, with transformations encompassing all the secrets of the heavens. With adept application, a cultivator can roam freely. Even against sword cultivators, who devour money and possess the greatest killing power, there are Well-Character Talismans and Sword-Locking Talismans to counter them, making talisman wielders better off than other Qi refiners who fear sword cultivators like tigers. Furthermore, they can command ghosts and spirits, so most cultivators carry a few talismans for emergencies. The number and quality, of course, depend on their respective purses.”

He noticed Zhu Lian looking at him.

During the battle at the Lion Garden, Chen Ping’an had not only drawn talismans with gold lacquer, but had also pulled out a large handful of high-grade rare talismans.

Chen Ping’an smiled. “The story behind that will be told later, when we reach Fallen Mountain in Dragon Spring County. In short, that’s part of the reason I didn’t kill Li Baozhen.”

Zhu Lian asked no further questions, rubbing his hands together. “Young Master, may I have the opportunity to exchange blows?”

Chen Ping’an nodded and stood up. “This time, strike harder. Don’t worry about whether I can withstand it. You don’t know how I used to have blows directed at me back in the day. Once you’ve seen it, you’ll realize that Zheng Dafeng was gentle when he trained you and the others at the Old Dragon City Medicine Shop… Well, in your words, it was like a man delicately painting a woman’s eyebrows.”

Zhu Lian laughed. “That’s wonderful! I felt it wasn’t satisfying enough back then, but with Sui Youbian present, I didn’t want to say anything.”

Pei Qian had finished copying the book.

Chen Ping’an said, “Go back to your room, or you’ll be making a fuss later.”

Pei Qian declared loudly, “I won’t!”

Chen Ping’an first took out an Evil-Dispelling Talisman and affixed it to the room.

As a result, after a stick of incense had burned, Pei Qian was drenched in sweat and felt terrified simply from watching the two spar. Eventually, she ran to the corner of the wall, rummaged through Chen Ping’an’s bamboo trunk, and retrieved her treasure box.

If she had to practice martial arts like that to become the peerless master she envisioned, Pei Qian would pretend that the Jianghu did not exist, that it was a fictional place, good only for stories.

Chen Ping’an, wearing the golden-threaded Dharma Robe, spared himself a lot of trouble.

He and Zhu Lian returned to the table and took out a pot of Mist Pine Wine purchased from the Qingluan Kingdom’s capital, pouring a cup for Zhu Lian.

Zhu Lian drained it in one gulp. Without waiting for Chen Ping’an to pour more, he grabbed the wine pot and filled his own cup.

Pei Qian warned, “Old Cook, drink less. Too much alcohol is bad for your health. Besides, a pot of Mist Pine Wine…”