Si Chen's fingers subconsciously rubbed the wine bowl in his hand, his face was flushed, it was the wine just now that had a role. Si Chen felt that his eyes were blurred, but he felt that he had never been more awake......

Then, the beaver said calmly: "That high mountain seems to be the place where the legendary Xuanzu accepted Mr. Bu Wei as an apprentice!"

Si Chen, Qin Xuan, and Feng Yang held the wine bowl and looked at the distant mountains in the thick fog.

It seems that there is a faint sound of singing coming from heaven and earth, and the light smoke that sways along with the song is wisps, and there is no trace, and I don't know where to go.

In the silence, Si Chen suddenly asked, "I don't know what the allusion is to 'not be shocked to return to the mountain'?"

Situ Sishi lowered her head and took a sip of peach blossom wine, pursed her lips slightly, but said nothing......

The beaver propped up his thighs, his arms on his knees, and the other hand slightly pinched the corner of the wine bowl, and on the low wall of the wine bowl, the unfinished peach blossom wine dripped into the soil.

The calm voice of the wind beaver passed through the wind and reached the bottom of Si Chen's ears, only to hear the wind beaver say:

A long, long time ago, Chalk Ye, who was sealed in the Shengdu Mountain, was almost rescued by the burning armor!

At that time, the chalky fog ravaged the world, and the chalky fog devoured the vitality of the world, and the lives of the world were devastated......

Then, it was the case that Xuanzu became famous in the first battle, and the burning armor lived in seclusion in the dark clan!

It's just that people only know that Xuanzu sealed Chalk Ye again, but they don't know that in this battle, Burning Armor got a trace of chalky mist from it.

After returning to the Dark Clan, the Scorching Armor sealed the chalky mist in the Shui River.

The water has since become a pool of stagnant water, there is no trace of living creatures in the water, although the bottom of the water is fine, you can see it directly, the scenery is good, but it has become a dangerous place!

Legend has it that after the retreat of Zhuo Jia, a very terrible thing appeared on the river of Zhuanshui.

And since that terrible thing appeared, the Dark Clan had to pray for Chalk Ye once a year, and slowly the river returned to peace.

In the tradition of the Dark Clan, whenever the Dark Shadow people prayed for the Chalk Ye, they would choose a virgin to go to the water and keep vigil for the Chalk. And most of the virgins who were chosen had never returned.

After the scorching retreat, the Dark Clan fell into a situation where no one was in charge.

At that time, the most powerful person in the Dark Clan was an ambitious guy. He tried to swallow a trace of chalky mist brought back by the scorching armor, and to cultivate the unfathomable realm of the martial realm in steps!

Because of his own selfish desires, Lican finally reaped the consequences.

Lican was engulfed by that trace of chalky mist, and no one thought that the power of that trace of chalky mist would be so terrifying.

In a moment's time, everything was lifeless, and the Yingtian Continent soon fell into a famine.

And the story of "not returning to the mountain without surprise" starts here.

It is said that at that time, in the Yingtian Continent, there was starvation on the road, and it was often visible. The old man of Xuanzu, at that time, was also thin and only had a layer of skin and flesh wrapped around the bones.

......

Speaking of this, the beaver paused for a moment, he poured himself a bowl of peach blossom wine, raised his head and drank it all, sighed contentedly, and then pointed to the distant mountains in the mist with his hand holding the wine bowl, and continued:

The story of Bu Jing and Xuan Zu began there.

Looking, through the bleak Tianxing Mountains, through the flying snow that connects with the mountains and rivers, I was not surprised to see Xuanzu here, and watched Xuanzu lean over to find grass seeds.

At that time, everything was decaying, grass seeds were scarce, and there were only a few scattered things.

Xuanzu has been in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, and after a long time, he is really happy to see a big living person.

Xuanzu led Bu Jing into Taixing Mountain, boiled some of the remaining grain, boiled porridge, and handed it to Mr. Bu Jing.

Mr. Bu was holding the steaming bowl of black sticky porridge in his hand, and his hands began to disobey the call, first wooden, and then trembling slightly, so that the surface of the bowl of porridge was shaken into thin ripples.

Let his thoughts suddenly drift back to the old pit mountain of Shengdu Mountain. In the years when the road was hungry, when there was nothing to do, of course, he had to have some spare energy, and he would compete with his peers in the Shengdu Mountain, and such a happy time was like the money that an old miser gave to the poor, which was pitiful.

Mr. Bu Jing has been hungry for a long time, and at that time, his martial arts cultivation realm was low, and his martial soul strength could no longer support him for longer!

The bowl of black sticky porridge in his hand was his life-saving straw. And it was his last straw......

"Drink, drink. ”

The two sideburns frost invaded the face, and the kind Xuanzu urged him.

Mr. Bu was surprised to look at him timidly and gratefully, and sucked the bowl of black liquid, and in the indescribable burnt taste in his mouth, he ate a little bit of the overflowing rich fragrance.

The sound of a string of small golden bells colliding with each other sounded in Mr. Bu's mind, and his heart suddenly opened up like an abundant field in autumn, and the thunderous hunger suddenly stopped ringing, like a long-drought earth hearing spring thunder.

He took a sip, and the warm and soft porridge syrup was used to make the taste buds creeping and surrendering, and then they competed with each other to flatter and flatter, and the huge and hollow stomach pouch slid as it slid down, as if it had been hit by a heavy object and roared.

That bowl of black porridge, although it is not the best in the world, but to tell the truth, it is simply dark cuisine!

It is said that now in the South Pavilion, Xuanzu has boiled porridge, only Mr. Bu Surprise will drink a few sips of his face, and the rest of the people will keep the black porridge thousands of miles away!

Although the black porridge is an ordinary black porridge, it really saved Mr. Bujing's life.

After that, Mr. Bu Wei buried his head and drank the bowl of porridge in one go, and when he handed the clean bowl to the Xuanzu beside him, his face was a little feverish, perhaps because he felt that he was "too unproductive".

He seemed to hear his father banging on the table and shouting, "It's so unproductive."

"Can breath stop hunger?" He suppressed the more unproductive words in his throat, but in his heart he thought of his poor hungry father......

"Old man, is there anything else?"

Mr. Unsurprised's words were like a dog with long legs scratching back and forth, and it was not easy to subdue it, but his uncontentious stomach purred out at an inopportune time, as if he was sighing, and as if he was protesting.

Hunger really forced Mr. Bu Jing into some kind of desperate situation, and Xuan Zu looked at the embarrassment, and was very calm and not surprised, Xuan Zu, who was holding the empty bowl, sighed helplessly and compassionately, and said to Mr. Bu Jing: "Don't go, stay here and give me an apprentice, raise your mouth, although it is a little hard, but in this mountain forest, there is no living thing anymore." ”

Mr. Bu was surprised and looked at Xuanzu innocently, for Xuanzu's proposal, he shook his head suspiciously, and said, "Thank you, I still have to go home!"

Mr. Bufu then turned and left. Xuanzu smiled and looked at Mr. Bu Wei walking away with the empty bowl in shock, and shook his head.

It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that after Mr. Bu left Taixing Mountain, he said such words to his former brother: "That bowl of black sticky porridge, after I left Taixing Mountain, is still hot in my memory!"

Mr. Bu was surprised that he walked on the way away, his eyes were full of desolation, he looked back at Taixing Mountain, but what he thought in his heart was, "That bowl of sticky porridge is the best meal he ate at the beginning of the famine, and I don't know how many bowls of such delicious sticky porridge can be eaten in this generation." ”

That night, he lay energetically in the mountains and forests, the world was the quilt, and he looked at the stars in the sky without saying a word, afraid that a mouth full of sweet rice porridge would run away, what a pity!

Mr. Bu Jing recalled the magic and beauty of that bowl of porridge, and thought to himself, "It would be nice to be able to drink such a bowl of porridge every day!"

With such thoughts, Mr. Bu fell into a deep sleep......

In his sleep, Mr. Bu couldn't help but think of those difficult days, his father and mother, and his younger brothers and sisters......

In the days when the chalky fog was raging, situations like Mr. Bujing's abound in the Yingtian Continent, and the four walls of the house were so poor that the iron pot could not be opened once a year.

It turned out that Mr. Bu Wei had raised a big yellow dog, but the big yellow dog with no conscience went to fend for himself as soon as he saw this hopeless year.

Mr. Bu Wei has three brothers and sisters, and there are grandparents on it, so many mouths to eat, it is really enough for Mr. Bu Fu's parents to choke on a pot.

At that time, in Kyushu, petty theft was commonplace, and if you can't eat enough, you can't take care of morality and immorality, and life is the last word.

Mr. Bu's father has been an upright and honest person all his life, and this family member is so hungry that he doesn't even touch a single grass, and at the same time he doesn't allow his children to steal chickens and dogs.

The absurd and disastrous years taught the loyal Mr. Bu Surprise a profound and cruel lesson in life: the younger brother with yellow muscles and thin muscles caused by lack of food was young and ignorant, and before he could appreciate the beauty of the world, he had already been allowed to see his intestines through his belly.

In the end, Mr. Bu watched his brother die in his arms. He hugged his younger brother, who was as light as a piece of paper, and desperately shouted his brother's name His shout was swallowed up by the merciless and indifferent wind.

Everyone said that in the days when the chalky fog was raging, starvation was commonplace, and there was no fuss. Only relatives mourn the loss of their loved ones, and others have been drained of their strength to sing by hunger.

Although Mr. Bu's younger brother is still in the age of ignorance, his younger brother is a living life.

Mr. Bu Shock's own eyes saw his brother die, which made him feel the coldness of life and the fragility of life. The shadow of his young brother's death has always hung over his heart, and Mr. Bu, who is suffering from continuous hunger, watching his family leave one by one, finally can't bear that kind of life anymore......