The beef brisket in the pot of bamboo shoots and meat was stewed for almost an hour.

Lift the lid and the aroma overflows.

Fresh spring bamboo shoots, the girl cut off the tip of the bamboo shoots, took the most tender part and fried two plates of stewed spring bamboo shoots, and served it on the table, the color is bright and the entrance is crisp.

At the beginning of the spring rains, these bamboo shoots are cut from the mountain to the pot, and it is only one or two hours in between.

Ning Yi sandwiched a chopstick beef, the entrance was soft and rotten, never stuffed teeth, and the juice was overflowing.

A few days ago, I either retreated and practiced penance in Tiandu, and I left Zhongzhou all the way, and there was no day when the whole person's strings were loosened like now.

Tiandu is the capital of the Great Sui Kingdom, the place where Zhong Ming Ding eats, but also full of the atmosphere of the market, there are a lot of delicacies in the streets and alleys, among which the pot is made, the most famous is Hongfu Street, a whole Hongfu Street, it is overcrowded at night, the tourists and rangers of the four realms will come to Hongfu Street to taste the deliciousness, if it is a banquet for guests...... Even the great gentlemen of the academy must book in advance, otherwise there will be no seats to sit.

Ning Yi had eaten the beef pot on Hongfu Street.

He let out a long sigh of comfort and said, "That shop on Hongfu Street is not as good as you." ”

The girl who was waiting for the evaluation, when she heard this, smiled and gave Ning Yi a big chopsticks of beef.

"Brother, if it's delicious, you can eat more. ”

"Ahem......"

The old sword fairy coughed vaguely, and the girl hurriedly turned her head and sandwiched several pieces of bamboo shoots for Mr. Ye.

After doing this, he sandwiched two pieces of braised bamboo shoots in oil for the senior sister Qianshou beside him.

Ye Changfeng chewed carefully, his eyes were pleasant.

"Hmm...... Delicious. Senior Sister Wen Zhong tasted it, and her eyes lit up.

This taste...... It's really better than making it yourself.

The second senior brother and the third senior brother squatted in front of the pot, and the two of them found that they seemed to be neglected...... But the senior sister has not spoken so far, Qi Rust is holding the bowl in both hands, Wen Tao's saliva is about to flow out, and he glanced at the senior sister...... The Great Bodhisattva didn't speak, and the two didn't dare to move their chopsticks.

"Senior Ye, Senior Sister, I have some wine here, which I bought from Tiandu Restaurant. ”

The girl's "sword hidden", must be contained in the mustard seeds, when she lived in the Jianxing Marquis Mansion, she occasionally went to the street, but every time she went to the street, she would buy a lot of things, not all of them were some precious things, she used to be hungry and frozen in the snow of the Xiling Bodhisattva Temple, and now she has a silver ticket in her hand, she can eat and drink, except for the trip of Ning Yi Hongshan, the girl used a lot of savings to go to Duobao Pavilion to buy close-fitting armor and ready-made talisman paper, and the rest of the time, she bought some homely things.

Especially the wine ......

In the open space in front of the bamboo building, several jars of wine had been prepared before, and the girl in the green shirt put down the dishes and chopsticks, walked to the wine jar, gently unscrewed the red wine cloth, and a rich aroma of wine spread.

"The name of this wine is Taixi Bai," Pei Fu squatted down, rubbing the porcelain white wine jar with his palm, compared to the big wine jar surrounded by the two of them like her daughter Hong, the small jar of wine she took out from the sword treasure is a little pocket-sized, but the wine is fragrant and refreshing, the girl wipes the wine altar body with her palm, and laughs softly: "This wine is buried in the ground, the altar body is sticky, but the taste is deep and the aftertaste is endless." ”

After saying that, he got up and threw it.

The tip of Ye Changfeng's nose moved lightly, smelled the aroma of wine, smashed out his big sleeves, like a long dragon in the open space of the bamboo building, swept away, the momentum was mighty, back and forth like thunder, and instantly took the wine jar thrown by the little girl in the green shirt, raised his neck at the moment, took a big sip, and the wine overflowed his jaw and fell into the old man's loose clothes.

Ye Changfeng's eyes were bright, he put down the wine jar, and laughed loudly: "Pei girl, good wine!"

Pei Fu rolled up his sleeves and wiped his cheeks with the back of his palm,

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smiled: "Seniors, even if you drink, the wine pipe is enough!"

In the open space of the bamboo building, the little girl in the green shirt with bright eyes and good eyes, got up and twisted her waist slightly, and threw out several altars, in addition to the white robe swept by the long dragon Chilian, there were also a few altars thrown to the black and white Xiaoshan lord of Shushan.

Qianshou Wenzhong didn't look back, raised his hands and took the two jars steadily, and stomped on the wooden table with a dull "bang", the strength was extremely good, and the loose mud on the wine jar was shaken apart.

"Dry this jar of wine in one go, and you two find a bench to sit on. ”

Wen Zhong knocked his fingers slightly, and the crisp and powerful knuckle percussion sound sounded, and the two small altars of Taixi Bai swept out of the table and crashed into Qi Rust and Wen Tao's arms.

The blind man caught the wine jar with one hand, hugged it into his arms, hehe smiled, Wen Tao was staggered by the force of the wine jar slipping, sat on the ground, didn't care, patted the robe, pulled out the wooden wine stopper, and slapped the mouth of the altar lightly, looking intoxicated.

The two of them were amnesty, and they thought that the senior sister had finally relented.

Drink.

Xiaoshuang Mountain has not been so lively for a long time.

Wen Zhong smiled, his eyes were a little lonely, nostalgic...... Today's scene gave birth to an illusion.

It's like going back in time.

When Mr. Zhao Rui was still alive.

At that time, Xiaoshuang Mountain also had such a scene today.

Qi Rust and Wen Tao, who were holding the wine jar and drinking with their fists.

At that time, the little junior brother was Xu Zang, who brought the Purple Mountain Nie Hongyan who was like a fairy couple in Xiaoshuang Mountain......

Qianshou took a breath lightly, looked at Ye Changfeng, the old ancestor of the West Sea, who had white sideburns, stood up, held the altar with both hands, and said solemnly: "Sir...... I respect you!"

Ye Changfeng was stunned.

This sentence "sir" means something unusual.

The old sword fairy smiled, didn't say anything, just waved his sleeves and straightened his spine, this was not like his usual casual way of sitting, the old man closed his eyes, recalling that when he drank with Dong Yanzi, Zhao Rui's extremely uncomfortable sitting posture of a righteous gentleman.

Ye Changfeng sat down and drank it all.

......

......

A few rounds of wine were drunk.

Qi Rust and Wen Tao over there had a lot of fun, pulling Ning Yi to roll the dice together, talking nonsense, and in the end, they were too strong to drink and fell asleep.

Ning Yi's mind is quite clear.

Returning to the wine table, the victory or defeat of the wine field between Senior Sister Qianshou and the old sword fairy was also separated, Jiang was still old and spicy, Ye Changfeng no longer maintained Mr. Zhao Rui's extremely positive sitting posture, but his eyes were still clear, his eyes narrowed, he didn't know what he was thinking, looking at the layers of frost and bamboo under the mountain, his eyes were uncertain, and he drank the wine in the jar without taking a sip.

Senior Sister Wen Zhong staggered to her feet, looked at Ning Yi with blurred eyes, smiled, and said in a gloomy voice: "Little junior brother...... It's been a long time, you have to take care of yourself, next time you go down the mountain, don't get hurt again. ”

She looked at Ning Yi, her eyes were in a trance, this black robe, with a snow-white oil-paper umbrella tied around her waist, and her face was as handsome as she saw yesterday.

Ning Yi sighed.

"Senior Sister ......"

The girl next to her, who had drunk some wine, had fallen asleep, leaning on the edge of the table, pillowing her hands, and pecking rice with a chick on her head.

Qianshou put his hands on Ning Yi's shoulders, twisted his eyebrows and said seriously: "The surname Xu, treat Miss Nie of Zishan well, don't let people be wronged." ”

Ning Yi was stunned.

After finishing speaking, he brushed his sleeves with both hands, staggered, and left the bamboo building, and the black and white big light turned into a streamer and flew away from Xiaoshuang Mountain.

On the small frost mountain, there is already a piece

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Quiescence.

The second senior brother and the third senior brother hugged the wine jar, opened their hearts and drank I don't know how much, and then hugged each other, their posture was extremely intimate, one light and one heavy snoring.

Ning Yi's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible warmth.

If the great cultivators above the Ten Realms don't want to get drunk, they only need a flash of thought, and the starlight can steam away the wine.

It's rare to get drunk a few times in life.

Senior sister who has always been known for her tenacity...... should be drunk, but if you don't really miss it, you really can't go back, who will use wine to drown your sorrows, and who will get drunk?

On the small frost mountain, everything is silent.

The sound of snoring quickly died down.

The second senior brother and the third senior brother hugged each other, and they didn't know where they tumbled......

At the wine table, the sound of the girl's gentle breathing still sounded intermittently.

Ning Yi sat down gently.

The old man opposite him, leaning on the chair, drank an unknown number of jars of wine, and the jars of wine in front of him were neatly stacked together, stacked one person high.

The old man was not a little drunk, his eyes were lazy and peaceful, and he looked down the mountain, and the lights of Shushan were more than half extinguished, but he used his cultivation to look down from the top of the mountain, and he could still see the fireworks in the world, rising under the distant city.

Ye Changfeng drank to the end, and there were only the last two jars left in the wine jar in front of him.

"Can you still drink it?" asked the Old Ancestor of the West Sea with a smile.

Ning Yi nodded.

The old man flicked his sleeves casually and threw an altar to Ning Yi.

Ye Changfeng didn't speak, only drank.

Ning Yi didn't speak, only accompanied the wine.

One by one, one by one.

And finally, one bite at a time.

Ning Yi's thoughts were a little trance-like, he looked at the lazy old man with white sleeves in front of him, except that he was full of energy, he didn't seem to be any different from those centenarians in Anle City.

It's old.

This old ancestor ...... It's very old, indeed.

Ning Yi thought silently, Mr. Ye Changfeng has been cultivating for five hundred years, and he has not eaten the fireworks of the world, and he has been away from the Great Sui world for a long time.

Sounds fairy-like.

The West Sea is pure...... But if you haven't seen people for a hundred years, won't you feel bored?

In the mortal world, there are fireworks, fine wine, steaming beef pots, red lanterns in the streets and alleys, lion dances and gongs, and troupes singing on stage, sugar people holding sugar gourds and zizazi, and barbecue Lao Li with lamb skewers...... At first glance, there is nothing but silence in the world.

Fireworks go up.

It exploded with a "pop".

Then it fell.

When the fireworks are all gone, the sound of the mountain is gone.

On the mountains of Shushan, there is still light.

The city below was already pitch black.

The monk does not know the sunset and the rising moon, the ebb and flow of the tides, the situation outside the house, day and night.

If there is a limit to the floating life, those practitioners who are locked up in the house and practice can live for 200, 300, or 400 years...... If they do not live forever, they will die one day.

When I closed my eyes, there was chaos, and I didn't know why I was cultivating.

In the past three hundred years, I have never seen a few big moons or sunrises in the end.

It's a very ironic thing.

Ning Yi's thoughts ended here.

Because the old man leaning on the chair finally spoke.

"A long time ago, I drank in the mountains, practiced, and killed people. ”

Ye Changfeng said calmly: "In any sense, I am not a good person. ”

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