Burning Spring Pain

Burning spring pain It's not wine. It was the pot that Huo Manshan poured into the snow - the warm wine condensed into white smoke in the air, scattered like a gentle whisper in the snow. He said, "Brothers, I owe you a pot of pain." It was the pot that Yang Zuolin drank from when playing chess - black chess in his left hand and white chess in his right hand. He took a sip when he made a good move. He said, "What I drink is the spiritual energy in my heart." It was the pot Huo Chonglou drank from for the first time - next to the stone tablet in the back mountain, he cried when "Xu Zhenshan" was engraved on it, and he grabbed the wine jar and took a swig. It is bitter in the mouth, spicy in the throat, and warm in the stomach. Shaochunku is bitter, but those who drink it do not do it for the bitterness. Huo Manshan used it to send his brothers away, Yang Zuolin used it to boost his energy, and Huo Chonglou used it to swallow those unspeakable things. Eight thousand one hundred and twenty-four names were engraved on the tablet. He took a sip and then another sip. Later he went to war. When the red candle went out, what he was thinking was, "Dad, I want to drink the bitterness of spring with you." It is the lingering aftertaste of the last sword, which spans the north and south and reaches the Dragon Throne. It's not strong. It just reminds the person who drinks it of the person they should be reminded of.