In the evening, the wind and dust washing banquet was in the Lingbao Pavilion, three tables were set, the second senior brother and the ninth senior sister went out to do errands, the third senior brother died of illness before he went down the mountain, the eighth senior brother and the eleventh senior brother died in the battle with the Shenxiao faction two years ago, the senior brothers except for these few, the others have arrived, the head of the Guanyun Dao, the head of the Yangshan Dao, the palace lotus seed, and two other elders of the division sit at the head of the table.

Ye Yunsheng took Ah Yu and a group of fellow students to eat lively.

For his return to the mountain gate, there is no need to hold a serious meeting, so it is fine.

Not to mention the thoughts of everyone on the mountain, Ye Yunsheng waited for Ah Yu to fall asleep in Xuanzhenzi's house, and then came to the outside of the Lingbao Pavilion.

The warmth of the banquet on the third floor had dissipated before, and now it had already returned to cleanliness and quietness after the cleaning of the servants and miscellaneous servants.

The first floor is a place to drink tea and chat, there is a room in the inner door, the second floor is a place for the Taoist priest to eat, and the third floor is a banquet to entertain distinguished guests, and it is also a banquet place for the main person in the door to fast.

Senior Brother Ling Yuanzi and Thirteenth Senior Brother Chang Xingzi were sitting on the lower floor waiting for him.

Before, he asked for a vat of wine.

A vat of sake that is larger than the bath barrel used by ordinary people.

This vat of wine is being placed in the hall at the moment, so a coffee table for drinking tea and four soft cushions are specially moved to make a vacant place, otherwise there is no place to put this vat of wine.

Chang Xingzi asked worriedly: "Are you sure you want so much? It's enough for everyone on our mountain to drink for two or three months." ”

Ye Yunsheng took out the rope that had been prepared for a long time, and said, "I haven't dared to get drunk for two or three months, isn't it just right." ”

He used a rope to carry the wine vat on his back, and the internal strength was running, and it took three ordinary people to lift and walk this extra-large wine vat, he straightened his waist and walked out of the Lingbao Pavilion without a trace of effort.

Then he walked out of the back door of Guanzhong, walked up the stone path, passed the master's cottage, and knew that his old man had slept in the house in Guanzhong, and was not in it at the moment, but he still gave a salute with respect.

Further up, no more than thirty paces, there is no stone path, and I can't find the road.

But he seemed to be very familiar, in the strange rocks and chaotic peaks, following a labor-saving and quick route, straight up, and it took a while to reach the peak.

Feilai Peak looks far away and looks at the peak like a tree full of trees, such as thousands of acres of sea, ancient trees and forests.

It seems that there is no place to stay, and people cannot stand, let alone sit down.

But he knew that at the top of the rocky peak, there was a rock that was slightly inclined towards the outside of the cliff, and it was seven points flat.

With an almost one-man high wine vat on his back, full of wine, swaying slightly, he stepped on the tip of the stone, fluttering like a fairy, and by the faint moonlight, he soon came to this rock.

Untying the vat, he took a deep breath and smiled satisfactorily.

At present, there is a faint outline of the mountains, although it is dark, but there are green mountains and ink, a few brushstrokes, and the charm is natural.

In front of me is a black mist cloud, the cloud is quiet and the wind is surging, and the wind blowing in the face carries a fresh water vapor.

He raised his eyes and laughed even more.

A light moon, a few dark stars, the night sky is extraordinarily dark, even if the sky is close to the moonlight, there is no other color.

Only black.

It's just a little darker and a darker one.

He exhaled and opened the vat.

The old Taoist priest who brewed this wine did not do his job, the Taoism was not clear, and the swordsmanship was even more sparse, and there were only a few people in the world who studied the winemaking technique with one hand. There is no serious road number given by the master, and the juniors of the same family call him the old fairy of wine, and today he is also at the reception banquet, and he is one of the few elders on the mountain.

This predecessor made this wine, which is extremely powerful, and it is called "Thousands of Miles of Wind".

The entrance is as sweet and refreshing as spring water, and the taste is light; after drinking, there is a lingering fragrance in the lips and teeth, but the aftertaste is not concrete; after drinking, it seems to be nothing, as if it has been drunk, as if it has not been drunk.

Especially the last feeling, not only in the mouth, but also in the heart...... It is said that the wine worm has grown from nothing, and has regenerated all things from three times in a lifetime, which is just a glass of wine from the old fairy.

I used to learn art in the mountains, and one of my favorite things is to drink this wine.

Ordinary people drink this wine, three bowls must be poured, and the internal strength of the first-class people is only two jars of wine, at most about one and a half catties.

Ye Yunsheng smelled the aroma of wine blown away by the night breeze, and was about to drink, only to find that he had forgotten to bring a wine container, this was not the wine shop many years ago, and he could pick up a broken bowl casually.

He saw the strange, indiscriminately growing rocks behind him, thick underneath and pointed at the top, and immediately had an idea.

Carrying the bright light and guarding the gods, the true qi traveled to the edge of the palm, and instantly formed a thin layer of gang qi on the outside of the palm edge.

He picked the pillar Shi Feng and waved his palm, and it was like a knife cutting wood, and when the knife fell, Shi Feng was divided into two.

Pinching the tip of the stone, the other hand slowly rotates on the tip, and in the blink of an eye, the tip that can pierce the palm of the hand is smoothed.

The stone pillar was flat at one end, the size of an ordinary person's palm at the other, and he put two more fingers into the cross-section, dug for a while, and dug out a bowl of noodles that looked like an ordinary wine bowl—it was ready to hold wine.

He drank wine from a bowl made of stones, and he didn't know what the stones on the flying peak were made of, but when he poured the wine into his mouth, it was bitter, like a medicinal soup.

After a dozen bowls of wine, the bitterness on the stone still did not disappear.

He couldn't help but be surprised, threw away the stone bowl in his hand, concocted it in the same way, made another one, and beat the wine, but it was even more bitter than Fang Cai.

A good wine, the sweet and light taste is completely destroyed, and you can no longer taste the taste of the memory.

He was very distressed, and he had more than a dozen bowls of wine, but he still couldn't get rid of the bitterness in the stone bowl.

It's getting darker.

A wine bowl was re-struck.

Why did you go back to the master and ask the senior brother to prepare so much wine for him?

Because when you return to the master, you don't have to be afraid, you don't have to wait for the news of Zimo and Qingzi at any time, you don't have to give Ah Tan a dose of anger, you don't have to care about Ah Yu anymore, and you don't have to worry about finding the nine tribulations and listening to the sea at home.

He has never dared to get drunk.

Even if he returned to Lishan, in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, how could he bear to get drunk and make his father-in-law and mother-in-law even more sad?

Therefore, the presumptuous drunkenness is begged.

He staggered and searched for the stone bowls that he didn't know how many they were, and squinted at the barely visible moonlight.

Can't find the bitterness in the bowl.

He looked at it for a long time before he was sure that he really couldn't find anything superfluous.

So he made a bowl of wine.

There is still a bitter taste in the wine, clearly bitter, clearly astringent.

He drank seven bowls in a row, straightened his hand, and scooped a shallow layer of wine from the vat larger than the bath barrel.

Got to drink it to the end?

I don't know if I'm drunk or not......

Nothing will change.

Even if the rocks behind him became a forest, he cut out a large piece of debris.

Still nothing will change.

Even if you come to your senses, understand, and come out of the quagmire, what happened in the past has still happened.

The wind is gone.

A farewell like rain.

Life is hard.

May it be with you.

No matter what he thinks or how he lives, Ah Tan, Zimo and Qingzi can't come back.

He threw away the stone bowl in his hand and looked at the horizon that had turned red.

Holding the mouth of the vat with one hand and the belly of the vat with the other, he lifted the vat and poured the wine into his mouth.

This wine, after drinking it all night, was finally finished.

Lying on the rock, a few steps forward is a cliff, and I am not afraid of a turn over and fall......

Ye Yunsheng burped happily, then showed a satisfied smile and fell into a dream.