Awake?

Of course, it's a wake-up, but this wake-up is not the product of enjoying comfort after a pleasant experience, it is indeed a thunderous roar of others. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Xian's hand in mentioning this wine jar is embarrassing, as if this is not his own thing.

Han Xian's face was even more embarrassing after enjoying it, as if he had done something that he enjoyed very much and was indeed a thief under the temptation of instinct or instinct.

"Huh. ”

It's not the first time to steal alcohol and drink, and this kind of smirking and standing is just a natural reaction after being discovered.

In Yunshan, Han Xian's smile was just telling his father Han Fei about his innocence, I just came in to see if there was any leakage in the wine jar, I just didn't hold back for a while while observing.

Really, the person in the cloud mountain in his memory is telling his own 'truth'. ’

That 'true' is true.

And after that is really over, of course, what you get will be a heart-rending howl like killing a pig, Yun Shan is cheering for Han Xian being beaten to tears, the finch jumps a few branches, and the swallow swings a few pieces of fog.

And now?

The branches are still green and jade, but there are no cloud, and the fog is still a white shadow fan mist, but there is no cloud mountain swallow, but only Han Xian is a person born in Yunshan.

Xingshan is not Yunshan anymore, and there is no gentle and strong fist of a father here.

Of course, Xing Shan here couldn't hear Han Xian's heart-rending howl, but all the quibbles could not change the fact that Han Xian didn't hold back from stealing wine for a while, just like Yunshan.

Han first woke up, and when he woke up, he found that this was not Yunshan, and after waking up, he found that it was not his father's majesty that exploded in his ears.

Who is he?

Xiao Wangyi definitely didn't want to find out that Han Xian was here, but he did accidentally shout in surprise.

Maybe this unstability is the gift of the good thing of alcohol, the face is already blood-red with wine, and the heart is already ashamed, as a person who meditates and cultivates, how can you covet the things of the red dust, don't you feel ashamed?

Xiao Wangzhi felt it deeply and blushed.

As a person of the Taoist Sect who cultivates his heart and mind, how can he be obsessed with the shadow of the world, don't you feel ashamed?

Xiao Wangzhi felt it deeply and his heart ached.

But in addition to Xiao Wangzhi's blushing and heartache, the person he hated the most should be Han Xian, a daredevil, if it wasn't for his unintentional intrusion, he wouldn't have shouted out in surprise.

It's all his fault, it's really all his fault.

Xiao Wangzhi, who was blushing, looked a little stupid because he was weird, and this stupidity was more like Han Xian poured what was originally for him into his own belly.

And at this moment, Han Xian is indeed a little blind.

Although he didn't know where this was, he did know that the land under his feet did not belong to Yunshan, and the person behind him could not be his father's majesty.

Although the alcohol blurred his mind, after a short period of silence, he seemed to find a trace of familiarity from the 'Han Xian' roar that had long been scattered into history.

The thief is slowly lowering his head.

As a thief, his body is slowly turning around to ask for forgiveness from his owner.

Xiao Wangzhi, who had stolen worldly things, was ashamed, and his steps had retreated in a bit of panic.

Xiao Wangzhi saw Han Xian's head lowered, and his drunken heart prayed to let his head be so low forever, at least when he left.

And Xiao Wangzhi's retreat was even more after Han slowly turned around, and the brain manipulated by alcohol was powerful again and again, and it was indeed silent to scream, stop, stop, at least after he left, he couldn't turn around.

But although this place is not Yunshan, this thief who steals wine just wants to say: 'I just didn't hold back for a while.' ’

The body is turning, and the head is also lifting.

See.

Han Xian saw the gloomy green shadow on the branch behind Xiao Wangzhi, and even saw the drunken shame on his face, what was he doing, what did this Taoist master do?

He wants to run, and the master is like himself, a 'thief'. ’

Xiao Wangzhi also saw the mist of shadows behind Han Xian, and even saw the sudden relief on his face, he must have discovered something unique.

He discovered that it turned out that the master also had a red dust side.

How could the 'thief' who was discovered run away in the open, Xiao Wangzhi stood stunned at his feet, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, in the end, he was a master, and in a moment he stabilized his heart that was confused by alcohol.

"Apprentice, are you awake?" Xiao Wangzhi said almost dumbly.

For this colorful face, Han Xian's heart was already smiling, his eyes glanced at Xiao Wangzhi, his face was full of ill intentions, and said, "Master, how does it taste?"

In an instant, Xiao Wangzhi's face changed from colorful to colorful, with shame, anger, and relief?

"Huh. ”

Although Xiao Wangzhi's head shook in denial, the face that couldn't be closed with a smile was indeed a deep affirmation of the infinite wonderful taste in it.

No matter what the Tao is, as long as it is stained with a trace of dust, it is destined to be impossible to wash away.

On that day, at the main peak of the Chuyue Palace, that cup of farewell and righteous wine rolled into the stomach, although it broke the love between himself and the brothers of Que Wei, but it did open a new door for himself.

And after Que Wai's death, the beautiful drunkenness behind that gate instantly broke away Xiao Wangzhi's meditation and observance of a hundred years of penance.

When there was no one at night, I was secretly sad, and I actually remembered the slightest blur caused by the wine in the stomach, is that the 'drunkenness' that the red dust world talks about?

At that moment, Xiao Wangzhi wanted to have it, so he put everything aside and did it.

Three cups and two cups are in the stomach, and the hurt people under the moon are unresolved, but this hurtful person is indeed more and more in love with this cup of Qingying.

Although this drunkenness can't change anything, a heart really likes the slightest drunkenness brought by wine, which allows you to remember the past clearly, and you can let yourself forget the past vaguely.

"Master, is there anything else?"

is destined to make inches, and Han Xianxian, who was drunk, was unusually smart, and found the beauty of drunkenness from his master's shallow smile and sad face.

Xiao Wangzhi was still laughing, his head was already shaking again, and he said, "No, no." ”

"Cut, come less. ”

Han Xian suddenly snorted with disdain in his mouth, and said one after another: "Master, you adults all say so, come, come, come on, hand over the bag and let me search it." ”

Children can't understand what adults are thinking.

And when he left Yunshan, Han Xian was destined to grow up, and this guess at this moment should be completely accurate.

Xiao Wangzhi smiled embarrassedly on his face, although his face was still red, but he was indeed not ashamed in his heart, the light flashed faintly, and a wine jar appeared in his hand.

"Come, come, Master, let's drink three hundred cups together. ”

The person who shook his head was already shaking his head, and although Xiao Wangzhi was a master in Han Xian's mouth, he was indeed hooking his shoulders on his back, like a brother.

The altar collides, the wine is spilled, the meaning is drunk, and the person is indeed awake from sorrow.

"Han Xian, from now on, you should meditate and cultivate, and you can't move at will?"

Drunk, Xiao Wangzhi's people were indeed asking.

This question fell into his heart, and at this moment, Han Xian's drunken hazy eyes were indeed floating into the shadow mist, and his face must have been smiling in his heart to understand what he planned to do in the future.

'Is the heart quiet, people want to be quiet, but the wind does not stop, after that, in the Wei Mountain, the bitter land has already been settled?'

"Master, where is the source of Qishui?"

Although the meaning is drunk, Xiao Wangzhi's person is still awake, what kind of place is it, how can this person who has been up and down for a hundred years not know.

"It was a quiet place. ”

The smile on Xiao Wangzhi's face must be mocking this answer, of course it will be quiet, surrounded by ten thousand demons, and of course the place where people are lost will be quiet.

"Hehe, quiet place, it seems that it is not destined to be the place I like. ”

Han Xian smiled with a smile on his face, the infatuated lover was intoxicated by the excitement, how could he pursue any quietness, and his hand had already raised the wine jar, and when the wine entered his stomach, he also sprinkled his body.

The whole body has been wet with spirits, and the front of the heart is gloomy and gloomy, revealing a little bit of minions.

Like Han Xian, they hate a quiet place, and they hate the quiet place called 'Qishuiyuan' even more.

The gloomy minion Xiao Wangzhi had already seen it, and he had already sighed in his heart, it turned out that his disciples were not stupid, although the source of Qishui was a little more dangerous, but if he succeeded by luck, the land of innocence might be able to wash away the ghost and resentment on his body.

At this moment, Han Xian's eyes suddenly blinked, as if he remembered something, and his heart quickly fell into the 'Na Bag', and his face suddenly turned bitter melon color.

"This time, the big one is decided, and I helped the mixed protein run for no reason. ”

Han Xian's face was full of sadness, and there was no doubt that Heqing's last help was inadvertently lost in the dust, but the struggle in his heart was indeed not lost.

A terrifying light suddenly erupted in his eyes, and he stared at Xiao Wangzhi's face eagerly, and hurriedly said, "Master, have you seen my 'Falling Sun Great Bow'." ”

He was asking.

He was asking with a chiseled gaze, Xiao Wangzhi was watching, staring at Han Xian's eyes without blinking.

The wine blush has long decorated this face, and the voice seems to be dumb, but it is like a firm and powerful in the dumbness.

Xiao Wangzhi's mouth was open, his voice was coming out, and he said, "No!"

Masters are still masters, and masters also have eternal sorrows. ’