Green bamboo forest, the dry bamboo leaves falling on the ground have been covered with a thick layer, the morning dew condenses into drops on the bamboo leaves, along the bamboo leaves to the tip of the leaves, the water droplets finally can't hang down and fall from above, just fall into a bamboo tube below. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bamboo tube is not large, and a small half bucket of dew has been collected day and night. There are many bamboo tubes like this in the bamboo forest.

There is a simple house in the bamboo forest, and the front and back of the house have been covered with bamboo leaves, and the owner's house has not been cleaned, so that the house and the bamboo forest are connected.

There are more than a dozen large and small jars around the house, and the top of the jar is sealed with mud, perhaps it has not been ignored for a long time, and the smaller jars have generally submerged into the dry bamboo leaves, even the big jars, and there are one-third or one-quarter buried in the bamboo leaves.

The first rays of dawn shone through the windows of the house, and the light shone unmistakably on a wrinkled face.

The light did not dazzle his eyelids, and the old man opened his eyes and got up unhurriedly, opened the firewood, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

He carried a clay pot in his hand, first went under a bamboo, picked up the bamboo tube on the ground and carefully poured the collected dew into the clay pot, the clay pot is not large, and can hold up to ten bamboo tubes of water.

The old man walked around the bamboo forest, but the water collected by more than 200 bamboo tubes failed to fill the clay pot.

In fact, it is not that there is anything magical about this clay pot, but because after the old man saw more than 200 bamboo tubes, most of the water in the bamboo tubes was directly poured out, and only a few four or five bamboo tubes poured the water into the clay pot.

The old man was a little disappointed and went back to the house with the clay pot.

He put the clay pot in the coolest part of the house, and then took out a lot of grains, as well as genius treasures, and grinded them carefully.

After doing it for a while, the bird flew back from outside, and the bird was fiery red, except that the fiery red did not look much different from the usual flying birds, but when the bird landed on the bed, there was an extra leg on its abdomen, which was obviously three-legged.

"It seems that there is no peace again." When the old man saw the three-legged firebird, he stopped what he was doing, shook his head and said.

The old man approached, and the three-legged bird's eyes were full of Tai Chi, and a cry was far and deep. The fingers of the old man's right hand flew quickly, and after a long time he lamented, "Bitter! This old guy got me such a troublesome thing. ”

He carefully handed a few drops of wine from a flask in the room to a small saucer, and suddenly the small dish was golden, and the aroma of the wine was accompanied by the scorching heat.

The three-legged bird cried again, opened its mouth and inhaled, and actually sucked the wine from the small dish into its mouth.

Maybe it was too strong, and the three-legged bird fell a little down after drinking the wine in the small plate, but it still didn't stay, and flew away to the bamboo forest with satisfaction.

Since the three-legged bird left, the old man didn't have the heart to pour those medicinal herbs and grains again, and after coming over a stick of incense, he glanced at the medicinal herbs and grains that had been half pounded with regret, picked them up and threw them away, and then found the crockpot and looked at the water inside, and sniffed it before his nose, and then he was sorry for a while, and poured out the water in the crockpot.

After doing all this, the old man with a sullen face pulled a chair that was some years old and put it at the door of the firewood, and lay on it as if he was asleep, closing his eyes and enjoying the morning sun.

Qingluan landed on the edge of a bamboo forest, he inquired on the blue sky star, although no one knew about the person Gu Immortal, but fortunately, before leaving, Long Aotian gave him a better way to find it, this Gu Immortal loves wine, and likes to brew wine even more.

According to this form, Qingluan quickly found out where Gu Xian fell in the blue sky star, a vast bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest integrates the aura of mountains and rivers, and the clear spring between the bamboos is even more aura.

He learned from others that since this old man entered this bamboo forest, no one else was allowed to step into it, although this was very domineering, but this old man's cultivation was too high, and even the masters sent by the two sects of Guigu and Xianshan were taught a lesson, and since then no one felt that it was boring to go to this bamboo forest.

Landing on the ground, Qingluan puffed up and shouted: "Junior Qingluan, entrusted by the predecessors of the dragon Proud Tianlong, came to visit the predecessors of the Gu Immortals. ”

There was no echo in the bamboo forest, only the rustle of bamboo leaves made by the wind.

"Junior Qingluan, entrusted by the predecessors of the dragon and the dragon, came to visit the predecessors of the Gu Immortals." Qingluan repeated again, still responding to everyone.

Qingluan raised his leg, one foot slowly fell into the bamboo forest, but he still said in his mouth: "Junior Qingluan, bother the Gu Immortal seniors!" ”

When his feet fell, Qingluan's scalp was numb, he had heard that Gu Immortal had done too much in this bamboo forest.

The front foot was there for more than a dozen breaths, and when he noticed that Gu Immortal didn't seem to make a move on him, Qingluan was finally a lot more relieved.

With his left foot closed, Qingluan officially entered this bamboo forest.

As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, Qingluan asked for a smell of wine, and the fragrance caused Qingluan to run out by himself.

He walked towards the bamboo forest following the aroma of wine, and the rustling sound of the bamboo leaves under his feet echoed the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo forest.

Walking about six or seven miles in the bamboo forest, the aroma of wine became more and more intense, looking forward, a simple house could be vaguely seen in the bamboo forest, and a person was lying in front of the door, thinking that it was Gu Xian, Qingluan thought.

After walking forward for another mile, Qingluan suddenly felt as if he was being held by something under his feet, and he couldn't step on it, so he fixed his eyes and put it there about an inch away from the soles of his feet.

"Look at the dots!"

An old voice reached Qingluan's ears, but Qingluan looked at the person in the chair but didn't move.

He retracted his feet, stood still in place, and said to the man who was lying: "Junior Qingluan, entrusted by the predecessor of Long Ao Tianlong, came to visit the Gu Immortal senior. ”

"I've said it three times, are you annoyed!" The old voice said impatiently.

"I heard that the seniors like wine, so the juniors sold some dragon and phoenix wine on the dragon and phoenix star on the way here, which is considered a meeting gift from the juniors to the seniors." Qingluan took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, gently patted the mud seal, and a fragrance different from the bamboo leaves wafted out.

The old man lying on the chair sat up quickly, Qingluan didn't know when the old man arrived in front of him, and when he took the wine jar in his hand, opened his mouth and poured two sips, but the wine did not spill out.

"Good wine! It's indeed the dragon and phoenix star dragon and phoenix building, I can't see that your kid really has a heart, and it doesn't look like the kind of person who only causes trouble in the legend! ”

The old man turned and walked towards the house, waving to Qingluan to keep up.

Qingluan followed the old man into the house, but he didn't take a sip of this dragon and phoenix wine, which was a bit of a pity.

"Senior, I gave you this dragon and phoenix wine, I don't know if you can also give me some of it?"

The old man drank the dragon and phoenix wine, his heart was happy, and a cold sentence came out of his mouth: "What's not to do?" As soon as I said it, I regretted it again.

However, after looking at Qingluan's longing face, he felt that as a senior, it was always a little bad that what he said didn't count.

As a last resort, he put down the dragon and phoenix wine in his hand, walked to the door, first stopped for a few breaths in a smaller wine jar, his eyes were a little reluctant, and then moved forward to the largest wine jar, and was a little embarrassed, and finally stopped at the side of a No. 2 large wine jar, ready to pat open the mud seal.

"Senior, this bamboo leaf stream is really comparable to that dragon and phoenix wine." Qingluan had already grabbed a small wine jar and opened the mud seal, a burst of fragrance hit his nose, Qingluan took a sip and exclaimed.

The old man turned his head and saw the scene in front of him, his heart suddenly dripped blood, and he didn't wait for Qingluan to take a second sip, he directly grabbed it, and poured a few mouthfuls and said, "It's really a waste of good things!" I almost wanted to cry when I saw that, and then glared at Qingluan.

Qingluan said with a smile: "The seniors won't drive the juniors for this jar of wine, I'm afraid it will hurt the faces of the seniors if it goes out like this, and I can't tell if it's not necessarily laughed at by that group of old buddies." Qingluan said as she made a thinking appearance.

"Am I that stingy?!" The old man was obviously told what he was talking about, but he vehemently denied it.

The old man carried the wine jar into the room, and Qingluan followed.

"Anyway, what did Long Aotian do to ask you to come to me?" The old man found a small square stool and sat down, but he didn't care whether Qingluan was sitting or standing.

Qingluan found a small bench that was about to break down from the side, sat on the edge and said, "Senior Long just asked the junior to come and say hello to you. ”

The old man pondered for a moment, then said with a smile: "This is a bit like his style, but with my talent, I'm afraid he just asked you to come to me, and he didn't even bring a word of greeting." ”

was said by the old man, Qingluan buckled his head a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Actually, with the relationship between you and the dragon seniors, I don't think there is any need for such superfluous greetings." ”

The old man nodded and said, "That's right." Then he asked Qingluan, "Then what are you looking for me?" ”

Qingluan was not polite to the old man, but he was a little embarrassed, and he twisted and pinched for a while, until the old man urged, and then said: "Actually, the junior wants to ask the seniors to help stop the war on the Blue Sky Star." ”

Originally, this was a very solemn matter, but the old man replied with some uninhibited feelings: "What is there to worry about in the war in the mortal world, what you should consider is how to solve your own problems." ”

Qingluan didn't think so, and retorted: "Don't the seniors know that these things are controlled by the immortal cultivators behind their backs? ”

"How could you not know?" The old man said, "It's just that the old man is too lazy to bother with these things." ”

Qingluan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he thought of another way and said, "That junior wants to ask the senior to keep me safe on this blue sky star!" ”

The old man glanced sideways at Qingluan, then took a sip of bamboo leaves and a sip of dragon and phoenix wine, and said with a mouthful of wine: "This is okay." ”