Serve the food, and throw away the preserved fruits that hate you to take out, leaving only the preserved meat and peanuts! Drink spirits and eat persimmons and prunes? Trouble!

Greeted Liu Qingshu and hated you to sit on the ground, poured wine, and shouted when he picked it up, "Come, let's go!"

I hate that you are impatient to wait for a long time, and when I saw Mu Heng speak, I drank half a bowl in one gulp. Mu Heng hadn't been spicy by the liquor for a long time, and he missed this taste very much, so he took a big sip.

"Ahh Cool." Wiping off the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, Mu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Liu Qingshu was not holding a bowl to drink like the two men, just taking a small sip, Mu Heng no longer asked her, the woman was casual.

"Come, try my craft, see how it goes, and give some advice, so that I can improve next time." Mu Heng beckoned everyone to try this delicacy.

Hating that you have a heart that can't hold back for a long time, looking at the pig's intestine shining with oil under the light, he smiled and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"Oh... Oh... It's hot, ha... Ha.. Wow!" It was very difficult to put it into my mouth, and I couldn't help but moan out.

Mu Heng was very satisfied with his reaction, all he wanted was to scream.

"Qing'er, take a bite, it's delicious." Mu Heng took a piece and put it in the bowl of Liu Qingshu.

"Hmm!" Liu Qingshu seemed to be waiting for Mu Heng to do this, delicately picked up the large intestine, covered his mouth and sent it to his mouth.

Mu Heng thought that Xiang Liu Qingshu, a person who didn't like internal organs, would not try it, but he never expected her to be so painfully sent to her mouth. Eyes staring at Liu Qingshu, hoping that she would like it.

It's just that people who don't like offal can't enjoy its unique taste. Looking at the embarrassed expression she swallowed, Mu Heng's heart warmed.

It's not because she eats what she cooks, it's because she's able to do things for you that she doesn't want to.

"Forget it, don't force it." Mu Heng couldn't bear her accommodating herself like this, and reminded.

Liu Qingshu smiled and replied softly, "Hmm."

It is enough to show the attitude that should be, Liu Qingshu picked up the wine bowl and touched it with Mu Heng, and then drank it all.

Mu Heng looked at her heroic movements and was slightly stunned. A bowl of liquor was in his stomach, and Liu Qingshu's face was quickly dyed with a touch of red, which was particularly delicate.

Unexpectedly, Liu Qingshu didn't use his spiritual power to dispel the alcohol, and drank the remaining half of his bowl with a smile.

Then, Liu Qingshu stopped drinking, but kept helping Mu Heng and Hate You to pour wine.

"Senior, one more!" It's been a long time since I've been so happy, Mu Heng decided to drink enough at once, anyway, with Liu Qingshu looking at him, he won't make any jokes.

After three rounds of drinking, Mu Heng's drunkenness also came up, his red face like an apple looked very festive, he tilted his body and grabbed Liu Qingshu and asked with a smile: "There are poems without wine, and there are no poems without ecstasy, and there are wine without poetry and vulgarity, Qing'er, can there be a good sentence?"

"Qing'er is not good at this, and she is counting on her son." Liu Qingshu was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly dispersed the wine in his body, waiting for Mu Heng's new words.

It is said that he spits the truth after drinking, and Liu Qingshu is extremely looking forward to seeing what the sorrow in Mu Heng's heart is!

"Okay, I'll do it. Lanling wine tulip, jade oak to amber light. But that the master may be drunk, and he will not know where it is. I don't know where it is!" Mu Heng recited the song "Traveling in the Guest" loudly in a slurred manner, and then took a big sip of wine.

"Childe, are you homesick?" Although Liu Qingshu couldn't compose poems, he could easily read the meaning of the poems, and moved to Mu Heng's side, wanting to give him some comfort. However, there was an uninteresting old guy next to him, and Liu Qingshu had to support Mu Heng in concealment.

Noticing Liu Qingshu's unkind gaze, I hate you for being depressed: Is this me in the way?

But I hate you and got up and left with interest, and didn't forget to leave all the remaining spirits before leaving.

Mu Heng, who was dizzy, was helped by Liu Qingshu to lean on her shoulder, and replied with a grin: "A little, I want to... Think.. I miss my mom."

"Where is Childe's home, Qing'er will take Childe home!" As soon as Liu Qingshu heard this, he immediately wanted to set off, but was still a little conscious by Mu Heng

Pulled.

Mu Heng shook his head vigorously, broke free from Liu Qingshu's embrace, and rushed outside the banquet.

Mu Heng's sudden *** startled Liu Qingshu, worried that he would fall and hurriedly followed, wanting to support him, but was blocked by Mu Heng.

"Whoosh!" Mu Heng picked up Liu Qingshu's Evil Sword, pointed to the sky and asked with a smile, "When is the bright moon?"

Liu Qingshu didn't know what Mu Heng wanted, but he didn't dare to stop Mu Heng. At this time, he seemed to want to vent the sorrow in his heart, and Liu Qingshu tried his best to protect him. Hearing Mu Heng's sudden rhythmic words, his heart sank, and he pricked up his ears and waited for Mu Heng's next words.

And Mu Heng, in his mind, Professor Lu Siqi's "Waterfall and Flowing Spring Sword", danced with a sword driven by the desire to drink.

The first type, the waterfall and the thousand rains.

The second type, the slanting sun releases.

The third type, the jungle star. One move after another, swaying the resentment and melancholy in his heart to the fullest.

Liu Qingshu didn't expect Mu Heng to drink so much fun, chanting poetry and dancing swords, which instantly changed his omnipotent, calm and calm appearance in his heart.

Mu Heng did not disappoint her, the sword in his hand swept through the autumn wind, and then chanted: "Ask Qingtian for wine, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to find out how the shadow seems to be in the world."

At this moment, Mu Heng, who had already practiced the seventh type of "Milky Way Upside Down", seemed to have integrated himself into the night sky, and the evil sword that he didn't want to be driven by him unexpectedly emitted a little starlight.

Hearing this, Liu Qingshu didn't expect that the drunken Mu Heng had such an ethereal and dusty realm, and the words and sword moves contained strong essence, qi, and spirit.

Liu Qingshu stared in surprise at the evil sword in front of her, which was not infused with aura, but glowed on its own, as the owner of the sword, she clearly knew that the evil sword had its own consciousness, and its vision was extremely high, and ordinary people could not enter its eyes.

At this time, he reacted on his own, cooperated with Mu Heng, became one with him, and turned into an extension of his body.

But what made Liu Qingshu even more stunned was the Dao rhyme emanating from Mu Heng's body at the moment, which stimulated the body's essence, qi, and spirit, and incarnated into the Dao.

And this is not the prototype of the remaining triad of qi, mind, and heart since she mastered the combination of power of the Liuhe Realm and broke through the seventh order.

Now Mu Heng's accidental drunkenness can actually use wine to help poetry, poetry to use swords, and sword melting, and finally incarnate into Tao.

The spirit seemed to open another door for her, but she could only see the door at the moment, but she couldn't push the door in.

Patiently waiting for Mu Heng's remaining second half and the last sword move, hoping that Mu Heng could make her suddenly open up and find the key to open the eighth gate of qi.

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for a long time." Mu Heng kept exuding the bitterness in his heart, the sword in his hand became more and more smooth, and in a trance, there was a sound of waterfalls and waterfalls swinging from the sword.

"I didn't expect this mortal sword technique to be able to deduce the sound of thunder." Liu Qingshu knew that Mu Heng's swordsmanship came from Lu Siqi, so he never paid attention to it.

First, he was plucked by Mu Heng's Taijiquan, and let himself find the road to the great perfection of the Liuhe Realm. Now, in the sound of Mu Heng's waterfall and flowing spring, she noticed that it was extraordinary, which made her also want to find some mortal martial arts, to see if she could find anything in them, to help her broaden her horizons and improve her cultivation and strength.

After Mu Heng finished singing, the ninth style "Don't Have Zhongtian" also ended, and he was really happy when he was exhausted, and the nostalgia in his heart was almost gone.

Putting down his mind, Mu Heng leaned on his sword, looked up at the night sky without a bright moon, and fell into deep thought.

And after Liu Qingshu listened to and read it, her brows furrowed, although this poem can be called a famous article through the ages, and the swordsmanship also has the wonderful meaning of getting rid of dust, but at this time she has no mind but is looking for a method that can make her think through the combination of ventilation and ventilation.

It's just that the sentiment in the words and the excellence of the swordsmanship did not inspire her, and she was a little disappointed.

However, looking at Mu Heng standing there motionless, he was a little worried.

Putting down his cultivation and coming to Mu Heng's side, he saw that he was already asleep, his soft snoring was melodious, and his natural and docile demeanor did not have the sad look just now.

"It's still such a child, and he looks the cutest." Liu Qingshu smiled and helped Mu Heng to sit down, and used his legs to make him a pillow.

"I don't know where Childe's hometown is, but it looks like he can't go back." Liu Qingshu held Mu Heng's cheek and muttered to himself in confusion.

Looking up at the sky, thinking that when he woke up and asked him where his family lived, according to her speed, it would only take some effort to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, and she would definitely help Gongzi relieve this homesickness.

"Only when you are drunk do you know that the wine is strong, but only when you love do you know how important." Mu Heng in his sleep was babbling in his mouth.

"Childe is really, he can't sleep well." Liu Qingshu listened to Mu Heng's love words and was full of joy.

I really don't know where Childe's poetry comes from, and even I can't help but want to worship him.

"You can't be my poem, just as I can't dream of yours!" Mu Heng then sang word by word with a tone.

"It seems to be true that I drink to kill my sorrows." Liu Qingshu looked at the curvature of the corners of Mu Heng's mouth, and personally realized the true meaning of these four words.

Liu Qingshu adjusted his sitting posture from time to time so that Mu Heng could lie down more comfortably, looking up at the starry night sky, and his heart was very peaceful. For some reason, since I met Mu Heng, I fell in love with this star and this night.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Liu Qingshu felt Mu Heng on his legs, his face was a little painful, and the temperature on his body was getting higher and higher, and his face, which had already dissipated some of the alcohol and soothed, turned red again.

"Oh no, the effect of the spirit wine has come up!"