Wilderness dense forest, beyond the fog area.

The handsome old man carried the wine jar with heavy wine, and the aroma of wine was wanton.

"Hiss."

Second Uncle Zhao sniffled, revealing a deep expression that only an expert can have,

"Eighteen years of cave hiding in Qingquan Mountain, or a cellar under the spring equinox?"

Wen Chongjiu has a little wine on his face, and he is more personable,

"Yes."

Second Uncle Zhao said, "You just don't want to listen to persuasion, after the spring equinox, the days are getting drier, and a ball of fire is buried in it, and the wine is naturally a little less mellow, and it has lived up to the good times of eighteen years." ”

Wen Zhongjiu snorted,

"Spring wine is dried in autumn, the eternal truth, this is the real ancient wine, you know it."

Second Uncle Zhao grinned,

"The head of the word is the truth, what kind of wine, can't you drink it? Is the season now comparable to before the Cataclysm? ”

"Huh."

", you're still hehe, come on, come on, do you dare to let me taste this wine?"

"Huh."

Wen said with a drink, "If you want to drink, just say it, what kind of crooked ways." ”

Second Uncle Zhao's expression changed rapidly, and he salivated and said,

"Brother Wen, your old man has a lot, give Xiao Er a sip of wine to drink..."

"That's it... That's a lot, it's not much..."

Wen Zhongjiu's face was extremely serious, "Want to rob Lao Tzu's wine?" There are no doors! ”

"Fuck your uncle's stinky wine tank, you tease Lao Tzu."

"That's your stupidity."

Behind the two of them, Sister Xingxing, who is more grandfathered than the masters, said sneakily to Niulan Mountain,

"Lao Niu, do you say that this world is really very different?"

Niu Lanshan sat on the ground with a long beard, his eyes were clear, and he was dressed like a god of cloth, like a master out of the world.

"Yes, yes."

Sister Xingxing sighed, staring in a certain direction as if frozen, and the dancing flames could not stop her gaze,

"In my mother's opinion, not necessarily."

"Oh?" Niu Lan Mountain Road, "What's the explanation? ”

Sister Xingxing's hairy face is full of some kind of indescribable YY,

"If the world is really very different, why can you still grow a sexy ass like Zhao Er? It's perfect! ”

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Niu Lanshan's old face was ugly, as if he had eaten two catties of flies.

At the same time, Zhao Er's legs were cold, and he turned his head in a creepy way.

"What the fuck is going on......"

Sister Xingxing's gaze originally fell on Zhao's buttocks, and this time she turned around, completely shifted.

Second Uncle Zhao didn't finish speaking, he covered his crotch and twisted his face, almost wanting to cry.

"Lao Wen, what kind of dog is the damn line, Lao Tzu is going back to cut his Ding Ding wine."

Wen Chongjiu took a sip of wine, his eyes were subtle,

"Mo Hongniang."

Zhao Er backhanded himself a sturdy big-eared thunderbolt and scolded, "Grass! ”

"Huh."

Wei Tianxing floated down from the tree,

"What is noisy, pay attention to concealment."

Zhao Er rolled his eyes,

"If our extravagant lineup still needs to be hidden, there is no need to bother, Mingguang just waits to be bulldozed."

Wei Tianxing glared, and the small eyes under the serious squeeze of his fat face were shining,

"Carelessly losing Jingzhou, do you really think that the fifth and sixth orders will be invincible in the world? Well? This woody mink is roasted... Four people with eight pairs of eyes, actually let this fine wood mink scorch, rotten wood can not be carved, sins and sins..."

Niu Lanshan suddenly stood up,

"Hold off, do you hear anything?"

Sister Xingxing and Zhao Er also stood up, and the weapons in their hands were like facing a great enemy.

Wen Zhongjiu listened attentively, "It seems to be that direction." ”

"Let's go!"

There is a faint water vapor in the forest, damp and dark.

A drop of dew ripples slightly on the surface,

"Smack."

Hanging on dead leaves.

A faint voice came from the depths of the forest,

“... is sober。 ”

“Last call don't mean...”

Niu Lanshan pointed and made a shushing gesture,

"This way."

"It's like... Song? ”

Second Uncle Zhao frowned.

“So...”

“You had me at hello... Let's raise our glass and toast。 ”

The farther I went, the louder the music became.

“To all my friends...”

Suddenly the eyes are bright.

"Boom!"

Wei Tianxing's body was like a peacock opening the screen, dozens of white rays of cutting eyes bloomed, pointing to the open space from afar, he roared,

"No one....... Move!! ”

Before he could finish speaking, a fist-sized stone burst through the air, and the surface of the stone rubbed against the air to form a red-hot fluid.

"Whoosh."

"it!"

Second Uncle Zhao hadn't taken it to heart yet, but it was too late to dodge again.

"Bang dang."

Second Uncle Zhao flew out upside down like a noodle, and the whole person crashed into a passage in the forest, and disappeared.

“...”

This familiar feeling...

"Lin Chou??"

"Uh..."

Lin Chou wiped his hands,

"Sorry sorry, sorry, mistake, misunderstanding, too nervous... A wood mink ran from under my nose just now, what a waste, I subconsciously... Sorry, sorry. ”

Wei Tianxing looked at the fat oily firewood mink in his hand,

"You mean that?"

Lin Chou frowned and stepped forward,

"It's a little old baked, it would be better to put a little spice in the belly, if I were to handle it..."

Second Uncle Zhao walked back with two nosebleeds,

"Please, if you want to discuss cooking, can you first consider my feelings as a client?"

Seeing Second Uncle Zhao's embarrassed appearance, everyone laughed very unkindly.

The music also suddenly entered the climax stage,

“The night is young！”

“The music's loud！”

Second Uncle Zhao's face turned green, he was still a fifth-order powerhouse, and he was thrown away by a junior with one stone, if he said this, he wouldn't have to mix in the base city.

Second Uncle Zhao was angry and had nowhere to pour,

"Who put this broken song, twitter, I can't understand a word."

A potted plant with a bright green color rolled his eyes,

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with my aunt's song?"

Second Uncle Zhao rubbed his eyes,

"Huh? Miss Zuo Chen? ”

The potted plant is now being treated by Aunt Lin, and the entire Zhao family is about to be emptied by her, where does Zhao Er dare to offend this little ancestor, the unreasonable old Zhao is estimated to dismantle his bones and make soup and drink donkeys.

Zuo Chen reveled and said,

"Hearing this, don't you have a little bit of pride, the culture of my ancient Chinese country is really broad and profound!"

（？？？ ）

The mountain master complained,

"What kind of bird language, Lao Tzu has long been impatient with this bullshit song, compared to it, Lao Tzu would rather choose the Peony Pavilion of the white family, that is the classic of the classics, enduring... It's more than a hundred times stronger than Lao Maozi's things. ”

"You know what?"

The potted plant hummed softly,

“The night is young，”

“The music's loud。”

"The night is not young, and the joy is not dead...... Only in Chinese can we translate this kind of artistic conception that makes people tremble and numb! ”

Wen Zhongjiu's eyes flashed, holding up the wine altar,

"What a 'night is not young, music is not dead', this sentence should be a big white!"

Master Huang pouted again and again,

"Crooked."