Chapter 98, three pots of wine and two pots of drunkenness

The fog outside the Guanyun Pavilion is clear, but it is difficult to enter the pavilion at all.

The main seat sits quietly on a thin and ordinary old man, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, gray sideburns, and wrinkled face, but it is full of red light, giving people a feeling of vitality.

Zhao Zhengli couldn't help but take a few more looks, he really didn't see that this thin and weak old man was actually the master of Yingzhou Mountain.

The main road of the mountain is a real person, and the family name is very famous, who has no memory at all.

Compared with the old men, they all have the luck of fairy wind and bones, that is, Yuan Chaoyang, who deliberately hides the realm, and his temperament is inexplicably detached when he looks at it.

Next to Yuan Chaoyang is the purple fairy master Zi. Yang Dao people, invited by the master of Yiyuan Mountain from Penglai Xianshan, the two are old friends, and the pale hair looks extremely casual and free.

The Ziyou Fairy who was next to him was staring at Zhao Zhengli in plain clothes with fierce eyes, and his eyes that were almost alive set off a bit of sharp teeth and playful appearance.

Zhao Zhengli grinned at him, and the other party's bronze bell-like eyes widened again, his gaze was a little fierce, and his playful appearance was also a little more.

The thin one-yuan mountain lord glanced at the two people who were "as charming as silk", and turned to Yuan Chaoyang with a smile: "Dao Chang crossed the sea and came all the way, it stands to reason that there is no reason to refuse, although the drunken immortal wine is not a rare heaven and earth spiritual object, it is also precious, so it is really ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Chaoyang shook out a delicate gift box from his big sleeve, and then slowly opened it, and a contemplative fragrance was intoxicating, accompanied by majestic anger.

Even Yang Guifen, who doesn't know how to practice, also knows that this thing is extraordinary.

Regardless of the level of cultivation of those present, men, women, and children couldn't help but greedily take a few more sips.

Purple. Yang Dao people were the first to be surprised: "Transform into wild ginseng!" ”

The Yiyuan Mountain Lord was also surprised, but it was just a flash, and he said regretfully: "It's a pity that it is difficult for such spiritual objects to be transplanted when they leave their hometowns. ”

Yuan Chaoyang naturally knew this, but the head of the Du family chewed peonies and spoiled the wild ginseng, in order to let Yuan Chaoyang let go of the Du family, he gritted his teeth and sent this transformed wild ginseng to ease the relationship with the sea boat, and now Yuan Chaoyang is in order to let the little junior brother Dameng untie the knot in this life in order to get drunk immortal wine, so he exchanged.

Wild Mountain ginseng is an unexpected gain, and he also brought the exchange before going down the mountain, this is a business of buying and selling, and all the explanations naturally appear passive, and there is room for negotiation to gradually increase the chips.

It is also a spiritual object of heaven and earth, and according to the value measurement, the transformed wild ginseng must be more precious than the drunken immortal wine, but it is a pity that the wild ginseng has no power to continue life and regeneration, and the quality is naturally greatly reduced, which is also a fact that several people know.

Yuan Chaoyang knew that it was not enough to exchange for drunken immortal wine, so he opened his mouth and owed a "favor" in the name of the great grandmaster, he finally wanted to save the spiritual objects of Qingcheng Mountain.

If these words are said by ordinary people, they must be as light as a feather, and the effect of changing to the mouth of the great grandmaster is naturally different, not to mention the existence that touches the threshold of the heavenly and human realm.

The lord of the Yiyuan Mountain pretended to be entangled, and the purple on the side. Yang Daoren wiped his beard, and his eyes were white when he couldn't stand it: "It's still pretending!" You can't pile up the wine jars on the mountain, can you take one or two jars in exchange for a favor and lose the transformation of the wild mountain ginseng? If you don't think it's cost-effective, take some of the old man's immortality spring of Abbot Mountain Jiuyuan to warm up wild ginseng, and see if you can dry wood in spring and call for vitality! But then again, this favor has to be remembered on my Penglai head! ”

Then he turned his gaze to the plain-shirted young man with great appreciation: "This little brother of the poor Taoist Temple has good blood and blood, and if time is immeasurable, the trade of favors will make a steady profit!" ”

After speaking, he wiped the beard with a curled cheek and glanced meaningfully at his apprentice Ziyou, who seemed to have fallen in love with Ruyi Langjun for him.

Although Ziyou doesn't understand the deep meaning, his master suddenly became unusually enthusiastic about "outsiders", and he must have another purpose.

He knows no more than the Yiyuan Mountain Lord, and from the moment he opened his mouth, he knew what medicine he was selling in his gourd: "Poor Dao is just a transaction, you are good, even people want to poach it, so doesn't it seem that I Yingzhou is mercenary?" The poor road is not as good as you want, you don't want wild ginseng, you don't want favors, drunken fairy wine is free, see how you dig him to be your apprentice and son-in-law! ”

Yuan Chaoyang and Yang Guifen were dumbfounded, Zhao Zhengli and Ziyou Fairy were confused, and the most uneasy was Yu Xiaowei, the daughter of the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, and Li Zhanyi, the senior sister of Emei who looked dazed.

Among the crowd, only Elder Yingzhou Keqing Donghua Dao was not surprised, and he shook off the dust and watched with interest.

Who knows purple. Yang Daoren smiled at Zhao Zhengli: "Little brother is not grateful for the drunken immortal wine given by the Yiyuan Mountain Lord for free!" ”

Zhao Zhengli woke up when he heard this, and hurriedly looked sincere: "Junior, Zhao Zhengli, thank the mountain lord for his kindness!" ”

The Lord of Yiyuan Mountain almost jumped up: "Purple. Yang Niu's nose pits me again! ”

Purple beard. Yang Dao Man glanced at the old man who was half shorter than himself: "Poor Dao is planting cause and effect for you!" The fight is not as good as you, look at the people, Poor Dao thinks that he is several times higher than you, maybe in the future you will have to carry the drunken fairy wine to thank Poor Dao for today's events! ”

The Yiyuan Mountain Lord snorted heavily, and then spoke: "A pot of wine is still sent!" ”

Purple. Yang Dao people hurriedly said: "Where is one pot enough, two pots can enter the best realm!" Besides, your Yingzhou cause and effect is the value of a pot? ”

The mountain lord of Yiyuan couldn't stand it anymore, his thin body stood up, his face was red and his neck was rough and he roared: "The cow's nose kicks the nose on the face, it doesn't hurt to stand up and talk, a pot of wine fills three bowls, it takes three years for a bowl to be stored, and it takes nine years to reserve a pot, do you know it!" ”

Purple. Yang Daoren nodded very calmly: "I know!" What you sow, what you reap! Eighteen years to change cause and effect, it depends on whether you think it is worth it. ”

The lord of Yiyuan Mountain was discouraged again, the divination prediction was his shortcoming, and he thought that the guy who was more deducted and searched than himself on weekdays was inexplicably helping the "outsider", so he was half-convinced, and gritted his teeth and said: "Xuanqing Xuanming, take three pots of drunken immortal wine, and ask Zhao Xiaodao to go to the retreat room of this way, and this seat will give him "Drunken Dream Spring and Autumn". ”

The audience was shocked, why did the mountain owner, who was still thundering for a pot of wine, suddenly open his mouth to give three pots? He also gave up his own retreat room.

Purple. Yang Daoren was surprised and almost couldn't recognize him, and said in disbelief: "Send ...... Send three pots? Still out of the retreat room? ”

Yiyuan Mountain Lord glanced at him: "Are you in charge?" Bendo is happy! ”

“……”

The audience was ashamed.

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Xuanqing Xuanming didn't dare to slack off, and respectfully led the handsome visitor to the top of the Guanyun Pavilion Imperial Sword from the halfway up the mountain.

The top of the mountain is like a pillar of the gods, strange flowers and plants are all over, the air of the spirit is atomized into crystal water droplets, several people flash through the air, and go straight to the peak of the cloud palace that looks at each other from afar.

Closer also see the appearance of the palace clearly, the main hall horizontal plaque reads "Sanqing Palace", there are "morning dew", "morning glow" two palaces, all are gilded roofs, eaves and ridges, painted beams, vermilion walls.

The temple surrounds the white marble pillar, the top of the pillar is a lion, and the pillar body is auspicious.

Xuanqing Xuanming landed steadily in front of the Sanqing Palace, and then led Zhao Zhengli to turn left and bypass the Sanqing Palace into the back Chaoxia Palace.

The layout of Chaoxia Palace is simple but revealing the luxury of death, and the world's best pear, red sandalwood and other precious woods are only worthy of being used as thresholds and pedals in this place.

Tables, chairs and benches are all wisteria wood that has started for tens of hundreds of years, purple and red, dare not touch it, from a thin rattan to a furniture material, not necessarily into a material, the emperor can't find such a scarce material, how dare Zhao Zhengli touch it?

Xuan Ming led Zhao Zhengli deep into the palace, Xuan Qing retreated and left for a while, Zhao Zhengli only felt that the deeper he went, the more abundant the aura, and when he came to a stone gate, Xuan Qing also happened to follow, he held a stone plate in his hand, and put three pots of dusty wine in it, as well as a wine glass.

Xuanqing Xuanming opened the stone door with his portable jade pendant, and an almost surging aura came to his face, Xuanqing raised his plate, and Xuanming arched his hand: "Daochang Zhao, we can only send it here, and the mountain master's retreat room does not dare to enter without permission." ”

The envy in the eyes of the two could not be concealed.

Zhao Zhengli took the drunken immortal wine and said goodbye to the two, entered the secret room, and found that the whole body of the room was black and shiny, which was the same as the meteorite archway at the foot of the mountain.

The indoor space is less than a zhang, and the futon straw mat and other things are simply placed, how much meteorite is needed for such a large space?

Zhao Zhengli just wants to say that this stroke is really generous!

He adjusted his breath in thought; Calm your mood.

Drinking Zhao Zhengli is a layman, although he used to drink with Yuan Daoren in Qingcheng Mountain, without exception, he poured it directly, took a sip, and then got drunk and didn't wake up, and he didn't pay attention to the quality of the product, in his impression, the liquor in Yafeng Village under Qingcheng Mountain was nothing special except for burning his throat.

Zhao Zhengli thought about opening a pot of legendary drunken fairy wine, and there was no imaginary smell of spirits, but a pungent fragrance permeated the surroundings, filling the secret room, like fresh air, like intoxicating flowers, like smelling the most original natural breath, very dreamy, very intoxicating.

Zhao Zhengli sucked two sips, very highly.

Then without thinking, he poured a glass of wine, crystal clear as pure water, the mouth-watering fragrance has made him unable to extricate himself, take a sip of the wine glass, cool in the mouth, sweet in the throat, fragrant between the mouth and nose.

Zhao Zhengli was stunned, this is wine?

Why is it like a hundred flowers brewed by Liu Yuanwai's sister-in-law in Yafeng Village?

Thinking about tasting it, I found that I was slightly drunk after three cups, and for some reason there was always a past in my head, thinking about the worry-free years on the mountain, and the arduous process of danger under the mountain, and I was deceived by me when I entered the court.

The fragmentary pictures let him see the bottom one cup after another, a pot unconsciously, and generally recall the past, but fortunately, there is no pain of life and death, and there is no joy in the world, although it is bland, it is safe in the end.

Now he has been pardoned by the imperial court as the "son of a rebellious minister", and he has also been inexplicably named the captain of the Changning Army on Hedong Road.

Measured left and right, it is better than the precarious head bounty of "hereditary knighthood and millions of gold".

Thinking of opening another pot here, I took a sip of most of the joyful and heroic breath, and I was already drunk.

The second pot bottomed out, the person was basically drunk, and in a hazy way he was about to drink the third pot of wine, and before he could stretch out his hand, he was completely drunk and unconscious.

In the dream, Zhao Zhengli heard the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse fighting next to his ears, the yellow sand was rolling, one of the ten thousand armies was like entering a no-man's land, the spear and iron horse were invincible, the vast true qi and the sky-high killing intent were like the rebirth of the demon king, and the spear of the true qi transformation penetrated dozens of armor with one shot, sweeping the waist and cutting off hundreds of pawns.

So repeatedly, the corpses are like mountains, the blood flows like rivers, and the man is finally exhausted, like a bloody god of war, and he still fights more and more bravely.

At this moment, a woman wearing a black armor fell from the sky, and her bulging abdomen made it impossible to close the armor, and she said coquettishly: "Liwei retreat!" ”

The man was surprised when he heard this, and scolded with doting: "Xiaoqiong, why don't you give birth at home, what are you doing here?" ”

Then he smiled proudly: "Go back and inform Brother Song that the Great Zhou Emperor has been successfully assassinated by his husband!" ”

The woman couldn't hold back any longer, and the pear blossoms crying in the corpse mountain brought rain: "The home was raided by the envoy of Song Jiedu, and he is raising troops to kill the rebellious ministers by encircling and suppressing them." ”

The man was like five thunderbolts, staggered a few steps to stand firm, and roared up to the sky: "Song ~ Qing ~ Yuan, you bear me!" ”