Wuthering Caves

Wandering among the flowers is just the cold moon in the hook.

"How did I walk and walk here? Luan Xing slapped his forehead regretfully, and after he finished chatting with his master, his brother rushed back to Lihuo Gate overnight. He stayed on Liuxian Mountain.

Walking out of the main hall, the moon is crooked, but the starlight is indeed bright. It's a pity that there are not as many wine shops on this mountain as there are under the mountain, so when you are upset or comfortable, you can grab a few glasses to relieve the fatigue of dealing with things. When I first went down the mountain 50 years ago, I accidentally drank a bowl of rice wine made by the farmer, and the sweet and slightly sour taste has been lingering between my lips and teeth for a long time, and I have developed it since then.

Fortunately, when he came down from the mountain, he secretly filled a wine gourd and hid it in his ruins.

When Luan Xing sent his senior brother back, he was also bored in every way, and the newcomers in the mountains were like leeks changing stubble after stubble. Returning to Liuxian Mountain again, I really have the feeling that things are right and wrong.

The bright big stone mountain, sitting sparsely sparse immortal cultivators, mining the yin of the moonlight, the aura of heaven and earth, and boosting their own cultivation. When I walked around, I saw a lot of meditating practitioners, and there were also people sitting on trees, stones, and eaves. If he doesn't disturb others, others will naturally not disturb his cultivation.

Luan Xing walked like this, looked at it, thought and smiled, and unconsciously walked to the back mountain of Liuxian Mountain, the legendary forbidden place of the witch god. Although there are no eye-catching words written in a grandiose manner, it is also a forbidden place, and it is the consensus of every person who cultivates immortals, and every generation of immortal cultivators.

At this time, the cobblestone road at the foot of Luan Xing came to an abrupt end as if it had been cut off by a knife. Further on, there is a road full of low myojin grass, winding to a cave in the shape of a beast's mouth with a long mouth, this hole is like a cannibal, I only saw the previous saints and sect masters enter, but I didn't see anyone coming out of it. No one had the guts to go in. Because legend has it that it was the place where the witch gods rested, and who would dare to disturb their peace.

On both sides of the road, there are many miscellaneous trees, such as peach trees, plum trees, bamboo, pine trees, and persimmon trees...... They are all messy, and in some places they are intertwined with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish them.

There are different scenery throughout the year, and some curious immortal cultivators are just unknown where we are standing in Luanxing, stop and watch. There is no guts to go any further. The witch god is dead, but the remnant is still there.

Even when it comes to the season when the fruit trees are hanging fruits, the immortals who have a desire to eat and appetite do not dare to pick up the flowers and fruits when they see them rotting in vain.

"It's a pity~~It's a pity~~" Luan Xing couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the laurel branch that was blooming just right on this moonlit night. The original rich aroma of osmanthus is already light and tasteless when it wafts to the Luan Xing at the intersection.

Fortunately, there is a breeze from the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound is also reflected in the night. There was no one here, so he put down the posture of the master of the door and sat down neatly.

Send out a big brown wine gourd from the ruins, this gourd seems to be rough is indeed clumsy and elegant, on the brown old skin, there is a picture scroll carved - the house is like a house, chickens and dogs are peaceful, there are four or five children fighting crickets under the shade of the tree, the river pond in the distance, only one lotus blooms luxuriantly, the others have become drifting, growing into a lotus canopy, and above the lotus leaf field is a light cloud, a person who seems to have become a fairy, carrying on it and running away in the distance I don't know whether it is the sun or the moon. The carved marks on the brown gourd skin have become black lines due to age, and the gourd skin has also been glazed out by the years.

Luan Xing shook the wine gourd and made a dull sound, he was very happy that it seemed that the wine in it was not splashed out because of his own clouds. When I opened the wine cork, I questioned deeply, and I was even more happy. There is also the most precious wine in Yiyun Country - Drunken Qianhong.

If I didn't honor my master, I wouldn't be willing to buy such an expensive wine. Although the immortals seem to be majestic, there were strict rules at the beginning of the establishment of the Witch God Sect, such as not being indulgent and evil, bullying the young, doing evil, and so on.

It was originally a Qing Xiu, of course, and it couldn't be spent lavishly. Others broke the rules, but how could their own dignified master take the lead in breaking the rules created by their ancestors.

The purest drunken Qianhong is filial piety to the master. A spoonful of people put it into the gourd, and then Luan Xing mixed a few cheap drinks and filled the gourd. But it still can't hide the luxurious atmosphere of drunk Qianhong.

Then he took a big sip of decisive satisfaction, and he did not swallow it immediately but smacked it in his mouth for a long time, knowing that the taste of the wine had completely dissipated. Satisfied, "ah~~".

Then, as if playing the piano, his hands moved between the legs of the cross-legged, and he sat with a variety of gestures such as twisting, plucking, picking, and paddling. At this time, the moonlight is bright, the breeze is blowing, and the mountains and trees are moving slightly. There is a kind of poem Buddha Wang Wei described, "Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling." People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. "The elegance of the taste.

"It seems to be interested~~so interested~~" Suddenly, an old voice echoed in Luan Xing's heart.

"Who?!" Luan Xing was also surprised, but this kind of voice was really strange, this deep and old voice was heard from his heart, and there was clearly no sound in his ears.

"Good wine~~Good wine~~" is the kind of deep and old voice again.

Luan Xing hurriedly saw that the wine gourd in his hand was gone. I didn't expect that in just fifty years after I left Liuxian Mountain, there were people whose cultivation had reached such a point, and I didn't realize that there were people at the top level of my cloud level.

"Dare to ask which uncle it is, and joke to the little nephew. Luan Xing looked in all directions with great grace and arched his hand. For he did not know where the owner of the old voice was. It's just that I call each other my uncle because the generation above my master has passed away, and they have not yet become immortals, and they have long been buried in the ground.

"Ha~~ Little hairy boy, the wine gourd given, Lao Zun is going back to sleep. The voice was visibly tired.

Luan Xing's caution still didn't find any clues of the old man, not even a little wind and grass, the brown lustrous gourd appeared in the original unknown safely, as if it had never been moved by others.

"What's wrong with me? Am I drunk?" Luan Xing slapped his forehead again. "This drunken wine is so strong, it is intoxicating without a few sips. As he spoke, he took another sip of wine into his mouth, but most of the wine in the obvious gourd had disappeared.

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