The bleak autumn wind blew Yang Yu's hair showed a messy beauty, he looked up at the sky like fish scales shining clouds, his face couldn't help showing a shallow smile, after looking at the clouds for a while, Yang Yu casually took a puff of cigarette, he stood in the ring with a light breeze, and let the smoke in his hand rise.

After Yang Yu stood in the ring and smoked half a cigarette, he said indifferently: "Does anyone want to come up and try it with me, the older generation of masters can also come up, I just want to experience the artistic conception of others, there is no other meaning." ”

Hearing Yang Yu's words, everyone under the ring was in an uproar, they looked at the man smoking on the high platform with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and there was a deep fear in their hearts, everyone under the ring knew how terrifying a person who could easily clean up the master of artistic conception was, so no one was willing to go on stage.

When the atmosphere in the ring was silent for a long time, a middle-aged man in a green shirt, a wine pot on his waist, long hair fluttering, and a somewhat decadent temperament with green stubble slowly squeezed out of the crowd and walked onto the high platform.

To Yang Yu's surprise, the people under the ring didn't seem to notice the man in green shirt walking towards him, in Yang Yu's stunned expression, the man in green shirt walked straight to him and said: "Don't you really want to understand the artistic conception, I'll take you to understand the artistic conception in my heart!"

As he spoke, the man in the green shirt suddenly passed an afterimage on the stage, and he instantly came to Yang Yu, and the man in the green shirt stretched out his hand and touched Yang Yu's forehead, and he fainted.

The man in the green shirt gave Yang Yu a cross-knee posture and let him sit on the high platform. Then the man in the green shirt took out the wine jug from his waist, took a sip, and then sat next to Yang Yu and closed his eyes.

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The sky is blue, a round of bright moon hangs in the night sky, the cold moonlight pours in the lonely Wutong deep courtyard, under the lonely night, Yang Yu saw that he was in a high-walled courtyard, as well as carved fences and jade buildings, pavilions and pavilions, he couldn't help but open his mouth in astonishment and couldn't believe his eyes.

The lonely Xiao Qiang, the deep courtyard, and the cold moonlight cave poured down, and I couldn't help but feel a touch of desolation and melancholy in my heart.

Suddenly, a pleasant and melodious sound of the piano suddenly reached Yang Yu's ears, and he followed the sound of the piano step by step on the scattered sycamore leaves in the courtyard to the west building of the lonely deep courtyard.

A man in a green shirt playing the lyre appeared in Yang Yu's field of vision, a woman wearing ancient court clothes, plump, crisp breasts half exposed, and a smooth forehead with delicate pear makeup was lying in the arms of the man in green shirts, and the green jade case in front of the man in green shirts was placed with melon and fruit sake.

The man in the green shirt looked at Yang Yu with a playful expression: "How about my Spring River Flower Moon Night Performance!"

Yang Yu looked up at the bright and cold moon in the sky and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, but I see that although the scenery in your artistic conception is beautiful, it is too quiet, how can I feel that this place is like a deeply locked prison!"

The man in the green shirt casually plucked the strings with his hand and looked at Yang Yu and said: "You are very smart, you can guess that this is my artistic conception, I like to deal with smart people!"

"Other people's artistic conception is just a simple picture, or a certain understanding, but your artistic conception is not expected to be a small world that feels so real, which is enough to show that you are a very powerful person!" Yang Yu inadvertently glanced at the huge snow-white road revealed on the chest of the woman in palace clothes.

The man in the green shirt poured wine into the two carved porcelain cups with thin necks on the green jade case in front of him, and he handed one of the wine glasses to Yang Yu and said, "Taste what this wine tastes like." ”

Yang Yu paced to the man in the green shirt and took the porcelain cup, he put the celadon cup on his lips and took a small sip, the wine in the cup had a faint bitterness when it first entered his throat, and then became very clear, and when Yang Yu began to taste it, there was only a mellow thick taste left in his mouth. ”

The man in the green shirt looked at Yang Yu with a faint gaze and said, "How about it, the wine I gave you is good, do you realize that this glass of wine contains the taste of life!"

"Your wine tastes very good, I have experienced bitter first and then sweet in your glass of wine, but I think that if a person experiences too much, what you think is bitter will become sweet at that time, in fact, bitter or happy, in the end what we enjoy is just a process. Yang Yu tilted his neck and drank the sake in the cup.

The man in the green shirt looked at Yang Yu and said: "What you said sounds quite interesting, my artistic conception is wine, remember the wine I took you to drink before tonight, and it will not disappoint me Chu Wuyang to your heart if you touch the deep taste of the wine from time to time in the future." ”

After speaking, the man in the green shirt in the ring opened his eyes, he reached out and tapped the forehead and eyebrows of Yang Yu next to him, Yang Yu's closed eyes had slowly opened, and at this time, the figure of the man in green shirt had jumped down from the high platform, and he was crowded out of the crowd, and no one under the ring found his figure.

After Yang Yu woke up, he sat in the ring and recalled the deep loneliness of the palace, smacking the taste in the cup of sake, which was bitter at first, then clear, and finally mellow and thick.

At this moment, the white-haired and long-haired old man jumped onto the high platform, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Yang Yu's appearance of being able to fall into the feeling on the high platform.

Yang Yu's eyes gradually became shining, and as he continued to think, he found that he had read more and more things from that glass of wine.

The white-haired and long-haired old man's words suddenly interrupted Yang Yu's thoughts, and he spoke, "If my guess is correct, Xiaoyou should be a qi practitioner, right?"

Yang Yu came back to his senses, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it: "My master said that if you haven't reached the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, you are not considered a qi practitioner, so I am not a qi practitioner yet." ”

Hearing Yang Yu's words, the white-haired and long-haired old man couldn't help but show surprise on his face, he knew that the realm of refining qi and transforming gods was a powerful force that could destroy mountains and lands and volley voids, I am afraid that there were very few existences in the entire world where spiritual energy was thin, and whether it was a question or not, he really didn't expect that the realm of refining qi and transforming gods could just be called a qi practitioner.

Yang Yu slowly exhaled a cigarette as if he suddenly remembered something, and he opened his mouth and said to the white-haired and long-haired old man: "Didn't you give a firebird egg to the top of the martial arts conference? You see that no one is on stage now, and you still don't give it to me!"

The white-haired and long-haired old man looked at Yang Yuhou, he had no choice but to signal to the beautiful woman under the ring to let her take the firebird egg to the ring, and when Yang Yu Yang Yu took a palm-sized firebird egg into his arms, he said thank you to the white-haired and long-haired old man and jumped out of the ring.