A glass of wine goes down.

If it's not enough, just have another drink.

Helpless to drink a pot of wine, Bai Qike couldn't stand it, for a while, his face was ruddy, dizzy, and he couldn't see the color of heaven and earth.

"Little baby, drink again!"

As soon as Bai Qi walked in, he was already stumbling, and the crazy old man still felt that it was not enough, so he poured wine into Bai Qi's mouth again.

With a thousand glasses of wine, Bai Qi actually felt a taste in his mouth.

"Little baby, is it delicious?"

The crazy old man stood in front of Bai Qi, looked at it for a long time, and saw that Bai Qi seemed to know what it was like, so he asked again with satisfaction.

"No...... Delicious. ”

"But it tastes good!"

The wine was spicy in his throat, and Bai Qi was still uncomfortable.

But a mixture of sweetness in the taste buds made him feel nostalgic.

"There is no future, after a few sips of wine, I still can't taste the taste of wine?"

Seeing that Bai Qi didn't seem to be enlightened, the crazy old man was a little unhappy, and said with disgust in his tone.

Bai Qi was dazed, his eyes were foggy, and he didn't hear the crazy old man's nonsense.

One step forward, one step back, under the influence of the power of wine, Bai Qi's body no longer obeyed the call.

On Kuiwu Peak, Bai Qi was forward for a while, backward for a while, standing with his head held high, and staring at the sky stupidly for a while.

Suddenly, Bai Qi snatched the wine jug from the mad old man's hand and poured a full mouthful into his mouth again.

"Kill!"

Abruptly, with a kill, he jumped out of Bai Qi's mouth and broke through the sky.

Or because the wine broke his intestines, this killing, Bai Qi shouted heartbreakingly.

The sound of killing fell, and with a bang, Bai Qi pulled out the blood that was on his back to kill Liu.

The sword is out, and the wind and clouds are turbulent.

Bai Qi's right hand swiped, his murderous intent was like a dream, and the sword in his hand was like thunder, collapsing the rocks and stirring up a piece of powder.

As if it was tireless, Bai Qi's sword never stopped slashing at the empty Kuiwu Peak, leaving sword marks one after another.

"People are teenagers, they don't get drunk when they drink, they get drunk on themselves. "The crazy old man, Ying Ying is standing on the edge of the cliff at this time, her pale hair fluttering in the wind, but she already looks like a fairy wind bone. He looked at Bai Qi, as if looking at a young man who had gone astray, muttered to himself, and shook his head.

A man is drunk and drunk,

An inexplicable shadow obscured the sun,

Bai Qi was alone, carrying an old wine jug, squandering his sword unscrupulously.

I don't know when the sword fell, but the sword won't stop until the wine is finished.

A sword in the breeze, rolling red dust.

On Kuiwu Peak, I don't know how many swords came out, the crazy old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became as dazzling as Shenhua, and then he flicked his hand, and the big sun, which was still a little dim, disappeared completely, and the heaven and earth turned into darkness in an instant.

In this darkness, a ray of divine brilliance in the eyes of the mad old man was like the sun and the moon, like the center of heaven and earth, shining on everything. And in the next moment, the crazy old man raised his hand and pointed at Bai Qi's eyebrows, so the Shenhua in his eyes also fell on Bai Qi's body.

"The sequence is three thousand, and the soul is not only three thousand, the soul of the Dao is not extinguished, and my Dao is not ......established" On the bleak Kuiwu Peak, the mad old man sighed, and he brushed his hand again, and his voice suddenly became ethereal. And in the blink of an eye, the person was gone.

Then, just in an instant, the great sun reappeared.

It can also be seen that when Bai Qi poured wine into his mouth again, his hand was empty, and the old wine jug was gone.

"Boom!"

The wine was gone, but Bai Qi didn't wake up, but collapsed on the ground and fell asleep.

"No, don't!"

"Father, grandfather...... I miss you. ”

In his sleep, Bai Qi, who had already lost his mood, had tears flowing down.

His face was sometimes painful, sometimes hideous, sometimes mournful, and at the end, it turned into a wisp of childlike sweetness. It seems that Bai Qi is still a teenager living in warmth. But the tears that can't be erased from the corners of his eyes are not convincing.

Bai Qi was immersed in sleep, unable to extricate himself,

The sun had already set in the west, dyeing most of the sunset red, and gradually receding.

At the moment when the afterglow of the big sun completely disappeared, a wisp of soul thought fell on the peak.

There was a disturbance, light clouds floated, and the moonlight slowly rose from the other side.

The wind was gentle, and the night was dark.

The soul thoughts on Kuiwu Peak became more and more numerous.

Unless the night is in, Bai Qi's dream is also intense.

In Bai Qimeng's dream, there is a family, and there is a thick man and a kind old man.

So, on Kuiwu Peak, the soul is illusory, and in the ethereal space, there are two faint figures, like ghosts, fluctuating.

What does home look like?

The house is a wooden house, with several rooms, and a bed made of good soul wood in the middle of the room.

Entering through the outer door of the room is a slightly narrow hall, with a square wooden table in the center of the hall and a few stools made of soul wood next to it.

At night, this hut may be lit in the hall with a cheap green soul stone lamp.

Everything, everything,

Bai Qi watched carefully in his dream.

"Squeak", "Squeak"

On Kuiwu Peak, which was so empty that there was only the sound of the wind and Bai Qi's breathing, there was a quiet sound of the door opening.

The sound, very slight, like a candle in the wind, is ready to disappear at any time, but it has never disappeared.

A withered yellow fallen leaf, as if hearing this extremely light sound, seems to come from a distance, a far, far away place, riding the wind, drifting to Kuiwu Peak. It swept past the cool breeze and landed on the sound.

Slow voice,

The dead leaves are also slow,

When the dead leaves approached the "squeak" sound, the moonlight had already covered the highest part of this burly peak.

And in this moon, under the burly peak,

Faintly, you can see a faint hut lit by lights, in front of the hut, the door is slightly rattling, and a dead leaf is slowly drifting towards the portal.

The moonlight was getting thicker, and the dead leaves entered the house, and there was no outside to be seen.

Perhaps, this leaf just fell to the ground alone, lying pitifully still. Perhaps, it floated out from the other side and went to another place.

The dead leaves were nowhere to be seen, but outside the house, two figures could be vaguely seen in the house, walking back and forth under the lamplight. This scene, like an ordinary night, is so warm.

In the looming room, there seems to be a light on the sky.

Outside the house, the soul was full of thoughts, hallucinations were surging, and a teenager was sleeping soundly on the rocks.

In his sleep, the boy also reached the entrance of the room, and he pushed open the squeaky door.

The boy cautiously looked into the room, and he saw a pair of broad calloused hands, and an old wrinkled but kind face.

The young man wanted to speak, to the two people in the room, calling out to his father and calling his grandfather, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't shout out.

It seems that between this, there is life and death. If he shouted, it would be as if everything would have gone up in smoke.

The young man stood there in a daze, speechless, only tears, blurring his immature face.