Chapter Twenty-Eight: Crossing

"Coo-goo" A colorful pheasant appeared in front of March on tiptoe, shaking its gorgeous feathers, raising its head, and staring at March motionlessly.

March jokes about pheasants: "Are you male or female?" Is it courting me? Or a provocation? ”

The colorful pheasant lowered his head, ashamed that his beauty was not as good as in March.

March was overjoyed: "Since I don't dare to compare beauty with my sister, I am courting my sister." ”

"Plop flutter" pheasant flapped its wings and suddenly flew high. A few colorful feathers fell from the air, spotted March, and flew lightly on her.

The feathers are gorgeous and gorgeous, as gorgeous as a neon dress, and gorgeous as a feather coat.

"Jingle Bell ......" A horse bell suddenly sounded in the ears of March, and a thousand-year-old horse gang drove bundles of suffocating beautiful neon clothes and feathers, coming from far and near towards Taodu Ridge, and gradually went away from near and far away from Taodu Ridge. March suddenly found himself in the middle of the caravan, elated, whistling, and walking to the horizon......

β€» Cang'er saw that a group of people were scattered in all corners of the wine cave, and did not alarm the others, so he went to a few stone caves outside alone and went around, but found nothing valuable.

Cang'er swallowed the wine hole slowly,

On the side, the gambler drooped his head and hugged the flounder, and he had already fallen asleep.

Flounder probably felt tired from lying in the crook of the gambler's arm, and rolled over on its side, muttering something in his mouth.

Flounder's breathless voice burrowed into Cang'er's ear holes: "Brother Gambling...... You're really good at picking your time...... Do this kind of thing in broad daylight. ”

Flounder's words were easy to make people want to be crooked, Cang'er blushed, and quickened his pace to walk past the two of them.

"Brother Gamble...... What is this place? Chang'an Avenue? The dream of the flounder's long nasal voice dragged Cang'er's footsteps, and Cang'er was stunned: The thoughts of the gambler and the flounder have crossed over to Chang'an?

After a while, Cang'er smiled dumbly: It's impossible, say that the minds of eight people are packed and crossed together. Flounder probably thinks about it during the day and dreams at night.

As if deliberately singing against Cang'er, in the dream, Flounder laughed deliciously: "Oh...... Datang ...... Tang Ha! ”

Cang'er was stunned: the gambler and the flounder god walked into Chang'an Avenue before them unknowingly.

β€»The little animals in the cave were still drunk, and the drunkard among them did not know when he came to his senses, and he poured out the drinking water in the water bag, and was concentrating on drinking with it, so that Cang'er walked to him without knowing it.

It seems that the drunkard took it for a while, and when he saw that it was almost filled with a bag of wine, the drunkard was overjoyed: "Ancestor, you invited all the heroes and heroes of Chang'an Street to the wine pool bar, and this time we have divine wine." ”

The drunkard was talking crazy, and Cang'er thought of something, but he couldn't say it for a while, and he was stuck there.

"Okay!" Someone in the dark responded to the drunkard, "Take your wine and go with you." ”

As if by magic, an ethereal realm emerges before the drunkard's eyes: an old man is drinking wine in the fresh air and well-lit mountains and fields. The old man drank and sang:

The children of Xiangyang clapped their hands together and blocked the street to sing the white copper gong. Others asked what was going on, laughing and killing the mountain man drunk like mud. Cormorant ladle, parrot cup. In a hundred years and 36,000 days, 300 cups must be poured in one day. ”

sang a drunken song by Li Bai "Xiangyang Song".

The drunkard's heart moved, and he shouted loudly: "Are you the ancestor?" The ancestor of the wine pool?"

The old man laughed.

The drunkard was pleasantly surprised, his heart was like a deer, and he hurriedly picked up the water bag full of wine, and shouted: "The ancestor is waiting for the apprentices, and the apprentices are here." ”

The drunkard danced and ran madly into the ethereal realm......

β€»Cang'er finally figured it out.

If it is true as the drunkard said, the liquor dripping from the roof of the cave is the only wine that will enter the wine pond in those years. Above the cave is the unborn Jiangnan Baiguo Valley.

The shopkeeper of Jiuchi met a white deer on the way that year, suspected to be the mount of the poet Li Bai, and followed the white deer to the Baiguo Valley in the south of the Yangtze River. The shopkeeper was lost in the valley and slept in the valley of hundred fruits. When I woke up outside the valley, there was an extra jar of wine around my neck, which was a gift from the poetry sanctuary. After that, he could no longer find his way into the valley.

Now it seems that the shopkeeper of the wine pond chased to the Baiguo Valley in the south of the Yangtze River back then, and encountered the ravines where wild fruits were deposited and brewed into wine. How could a shopkeeper who was born an alcoholic drink let go of such a fine wine, and he would definitely get drunk. After drinking and walking, the shopkeeper packed a jar of wine and went out of the valley. As for how to get the empty wine jar, it is unknown. In the confusion, the shopkeeper forgot the way into the valley.

Millennial wine, miraculous reproduction, is this the best opportunity to enter the back door of time as Mrs. Yi Hui said?

Thinking of this truth, Cang'er was overjoyed and walked straight to Qingyin.

Qingyin was in a trance, and his eyes were foggy.

Cang'er took Qingyin's hand and raised his voice: "Look at me!" ”

Qingyin's eyes flowed: "Look at it!" A boat, a beautiful flower boat. Qingyin's voice is like a world away, "Listen, the captain is singing in Zhang Lu, singing Du Fu's poem "Jiangcun": Qingjiang is a song hugging the village, and everything in Changxia Jiangcun is quiet. From the beginning of the Liang on the swallow, close to the gulls in the water. ”

Qingyin's voice has an irresistible magic, bringing Cang'er to a green mountain with daisies, and a peach-red and willow-green river on both sides:

There is a flower boat floating on the water, and the cabin roof and boat pile are decorated with red, yellow, white, purple, green, and pink flowers. A man walked out of the cabin, and saw him wearing a black scarf on his head, obliquely inlaid with green jade, wearing a green coat with broken clouds and Song brocade patterns, and new red shoes under his feet. Cang'er felt that Xianggong's face was familiar, and when Xianggong approached, Cang'er blurted out: "Qingyin." ”

Cang'er couldn't hear his own voice......

β€» In the cave, the small animals are still asleep, the headlamps of Cang'er, Qingyin, March, Flounder, and Four Ghosts are extinguished at the same time, and the last drop of wine rain on the roof of the cave is gone, and everything is silent.

At the entrance of the Ancient Cave, a place four or five meters deep, Qi Bo sealed the way with stones, and the following days were full of dangers and challenges, and there was no room for accidents.

Ziber grinned, he was completely sure that the eight people in the cave would be physically safe and prolonged. Even if it costs his own life, he will not hesitate to do so!

β€» Peach Blossom Temple, Baiyan Cave Tenamiji Miaoyue Shitai arrived in a hurry with two lovers.

On the occasion of the consecration puja of Amiji Temple with Qingzhu, Master Miaoyue was entrusted to preside over the Peach Blossom Nunnery during her retreat, and Master Miaoyue promised.

In Tianyin Cave, Yihui Shitai retreated in the cave and sent the thoughts of Qingyin, Cang'er, March, Flounder, Smoker, Drunkard, Gambler, and Pervert into the time tunnel.

Qingzhu guarded outside the cave and did not allow outsiders to win over the master. She will hold on to Master's retreat for as long as she wants, even if she has exhausted her lifetime.

β€»I don't know how long it took, a donkey team passed through the cave of the ancients, the leader lay at the entrance of the cave of the ancients, and shone it in with a spotlight, only four or five meters deep, seeing that there was no way out, the team leader dispelled the idea of exploring the cave and led the team to other places.

Longmu Mountain goes back in time to the ancient caves, as if nothing had happened.