Gentle Township is both a hero's mound! Xiao Yi waved the inscription poem after the wine surged, his legs were weak, and he fell backwards with his back to the sky, but fortunately, the Diao Chan standing behind him was quick and held him in his arms, which avoided intimate contact between his body and the floor; However, with Diao Chan's petite and delicate body, he can easily support a burly and sturdy young man, coupled with the agile and lightning-like movements before, it seems that this pretty woman is not as weak as she looks on the outside, but a person who hides martial arts.

Beauty support, **** for the pillow, surrounded by body fragrance, envious of the surrounding men can't wait to get drunk immediately, unfortunately, such a fragrant scene, Xiao Yi, who has been completely drunk to death, can't feel it, otherwise he will definitely not be able to avoid the scene of nosebleeds, can be held in the arms of Diao Chan, this is how many men will appear in their dreams......!

Diao Chan lowered his head and carefully looked at the sleeping boy in his arms, at this time Xiao Yi no longer had the kind of talented chic just now, nor did he have the fierceness that dominated the world in the past, now he is more like a poor child, his limbs are slightly shrunk, his brows are also wrinkled together, one hand tightly grasps her shoulder, dare not let go, it seems to be extremely insecure, people can't help but feel a sense of pity, Diao Chan hurriedly knelt on the couch, and gently put Xiao Yi's head on his jade leg, He stretched out his limbs with his hands, smoothed out his frowning brow, and hummed softly, trying to make him sleep as peacefully as possible.

The maids serving on the side hurriedly prepared the herbal tea for sobering, handed over hot towels, and knew by their skillful movements that they had often encountered this kind of drunken situation in the past, and most of the literati in the Qin and Han dynasties were dissolute and uninhibited, and often regarded drunkenness as a matter of elegance, so everyone was not surprised.

The conversation during the banquet continued, and Situ Wang Yun relied on his old and spicy skills, and after a few glasses of wine, he easily extracted a lot of information from the mouths of Niu and Ma!

"Xiao Yi, no worries, a native of Yuyang, studied under a master, is both civil and military, and is also proficient in medical skills,...... He is the descendant of Xiao He, the founding prime minister of the Han Dynasty...... Now Shangdang Taishou Zhang Yang's subordinates are 'Dianjun Sima', and the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry is the commander of ......"

After a heart-free drink, the guests and hosts returned happily, and their own servants carried Tian Feng and Cai Yong back, as for Xiao Yi, who was still sleeping in Diao Chan's arms, Situ Wang Yun personally arranged for the carriage and horses to escort him back to the camp, so generous treatment naturally aroused the envy of countless scholars in Tianji Tower; For a time, the name of 'Yuyang Xiaoyi' began to spread among the scholars in Luoyang City.

Looking at the direction where everyone left, Wang Yun pondered for a long time, and then returned to the 'Pujia Pavilion', waved his hand to let Diao Chan and a group of maids retreat, and immediately left him and Lu Zhi in the hall that was full of people just now, looking at each other for a moment, and finally Wang Yun asked: "What does Lu Gong think, how is this son?" ”

"The talent of the sky, the general of killing!" , Lu Zhi stared at the seven-word poem on the wall and continued: "If this person can be used by the imperial court, then the Han is very lucky!" The world is very lucky! If not, please get rid of it as soon as possible, so as to prevent chaos in the future! ”

Looking at Lu Zhi's hand holding the hilt of the sword, Situ Wang Yun didn't say a word, just nodded imperceptibly.

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The sun was rising, Xiao Yi, who had been asleep all night, finally woke up from his hangover, patted his head that was still in pain, there seemed to be a foreign object in his arms, and when he grabbed it, a woman's special shawl light gauze appeared in front of him, and the fragrance was permeated on it, and it seemed to carry the body temperature of the original owner......

Oh my! This seems to have been ripped off Diao Chan's body after getting drunk yesterday, Xiao Yi finally slowly remembered everything that happened yesterday, and couldn't help but let out a wail, I thought that as a traversal clan, I could transcend the world, but I didn't expect that as soon as I saw a stunning beauty like Diao Chan, the blood of the beast immediately boiled, man, after all, he is still a man!

"The red face is ruined, and the wine is misleading!" Xiao Yi put the shawl on his face, and his slightly dark face became rosy for the first time, and he didn't know if it was out of shyness or reminiscing about yesterday's affair......

Being a low-key person should be low-key, secretly getting rich is the king, now Luoyang City is unpredictable, although his behavior yesterday was in the limelight, but he also invisibly pushed himself to the cusp, especially the poem written after being drunk yesterday, flying and domineering, empty-eyed, hey! Big shouldn't be!

Now Xiao Yi feels as if there are two steel knives flying around his neck, on these two knives, one is engraved with the word "wine", and the other is engraved with the word "color", from ancient times to the present, these two words do not know how many heroes and heroes have been cut off, and a huge sense of crisis quickly surged into his heart, Xiao Yi was completely confused ......, no, he must quit drinking and sex!

However, lust can be precautioned; Can you quit drinking? For many men, it's easy to quit eating and drinking! Hehe!

From this day on, Xiao Yi honestly stayed in the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry Barracks, did not go out of the camp for half a step, and became the most determined heir of the Turtle Sect, practicing martial arts during the day, reading and writing at night, putting on an attitude of concentrating on cultivation and not asking about Hongchen, so that countless soldiers who stayed in Tianji Tower every day and wanted to get acquainted with 'Yuyang Xiao Lang' were disappointed!

Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend, let's forget about me quickly!

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The emperor's health has not improved, and the day of the summoning has become far away, so everyone has to wait patiently in the barracks of the imperial garden, and on weekdays, the whole army is lined up, practicing horse archery, and everything is sent by the general's mansion, and the life is also fulfilling; In this way, the time waited from the end of winter to the spring flowers, and nothing else happened, it seemed that the magnates in Luoyang City had forgotten that there was still such a team stationed in the Imperial Garden, but Xiao Yi encountered difficulties, and the things needed for the medicinal bath ran out.

After leaving from Crouching Tiger Mountain, Xiao Yi's medicinal bath did not stop, as long as the conditions permitted, it was necessary to soak it when the army stayed overnight, and the 'Pure Heart Mantra' was undoubtedly recited every night, according to the recipe left by the old way of "out of the dust", now the medicinal bath needs to be added to the increasing number of medicinal materials, and the original black medicinal bath water has now turned reddish for a long time, and the time required to soak is getting longer and longer!

In desperation, Xiao Yi had no choice but to change into civilian clothes and secretly ran to Luoyang City again, but unfortunately he went to all the large and small pharmacies, and still couldn't buy all the herbs he needed, which is not to blame for the shortage of materials in the pharmacies, but the recipes left by the old Tao are really appalling...... "Broken intestine grass, flower thorn bean, wolf poison flower, poison hemlock, horseweed, ragweed, sumac, nettle, aconitum ......, all of them are highly toxic drugs," Xiao Yi felt that this was almost enough to open a poisonous weed exhibition; So much so that every time he went to the pharmacy to inquire about these medicinal materials, people looked at him strangely, and some of the more sensitive pharmacy owners would even invite him out directly, as if they were afraid of being involved in some poisoning conspiracy.

There's no way, if you say that so many highly poisonous things are all for your own use, I guess the ghosts won't believe it!

Xiao Yi thought again and again, since he couldn't buy it, he had to 'do it himself, have enough food and clothing', the north of Luoyang is the vast hundreds of miles of Beibi Mountain, the terrain is extremely complex, the vegetation is luxuriant, rich in all kinds of beasts, medicinal materials, rare and exotic objects, is a natural treasure trove of medicinal materials, now the spring flowers are blooming, it is a good season for picking.

Just do it, the next morning, a black-faced little Taoist priest with a medicine basket on his back and a medicine hoe in his hand appeared outside the door of the Yuyuan military camp, and the mixed yuan gossip robe on his body is still so simple and delicate, this robe has a special meaning for Xiao Yi, whenever he wears it, Xiao Yi's heart full of punishment will quickly quiet down, and he will return to what kind of unrestrained and free days on Crouching Tiger Mountain......

Wearing the 'Cantis Pattern Cold Iron Armor', he is the terrifying 'Ghost Face Xiao Lang', and when he changes into a mixed yuan gossip robe, he becomes a cute little Taoist priest with a sunny face, one positive and one negative, one good and one evil, although they are two sides of extreme opposites, but now they are skillfully integrated into one!

Xiao Yi didn't carry any blades when he entered the mountain this time, and now even if he is bare-handed, no beast can hurt him, of course, the wine gourd can't be forgotten, the wine is a man's blood! It's really inseparable!

This wine gourd is still Xiao Yi picked from a thousand-year-old vine on Wohu Mountain, that kind of rattan is a local specialty, the variety is very strange, and the older the other plants, the more fruits they bear Contrary, the older they are, the less gourds they bear, Xiao Yi touched the old vine, born on the edge of a mountain spring, up to more than ten zhang, the color of the whole body is golden, coiled between the mountain streams, like a dragon pan mountain, the power is amazing, but the pitiful only bears a small gourd, which is now Xiao Yi's waist, its color is like copperand its voice is like iron; Indestructible, used to store fine wine, the taste will become more delicious, usually by Xiao Yi's baby is not good......

Because this trip has to climb mountains and mountains, it is inconvenient to ride horses, so the 'cabbage' was left in the camp, Xiao Yi personally prepared a large jar of wine for him, and sent a bunch of cabbage hearts, which appeased the emotional 'uncle'!

Facing the early morning glow, the little Taoist Xiao Yi ran all the way to the depths of the northern mountain, where he would not only harvest a lot of much-needed medicinal materials, but also meet a woman who made him love and hate, couldn't stop, missed a lifetime, and fought for a lifetime!