Shi Ji pinched his fingers, and two months passed.

She tapped Mo Lian with her finger and said, "Are you hungry?"

Mo Lian took the initiative to touch her fingers, and a simple thought came like a coquette: "Eat, eat, eat......"

Shi Ji smiled lightly, threw the palm-sized ink into the luck of the qi, and said, "In the future, you will settle down here, and you can eat if you want to!"

Shi Ji handed over the task of feeding ink to the original god, compared to her, the original god is more reliable, and it will never be delayed.

Shi Ji got up and finally completed a big thing, and the whole person was relaxed.

Looking at the peacock who had lost more than a circle, Shi Ji was a little reluctant, and said secretly: "Count me against you once." ”

Shi Ji walked out of the stone room and went to the stone garden, a group of stones were very happy to see Shi Ji, the big and small stones shouted and there was a burst of dust, I don't know if it was because of the same stones, Shi Ji always felt that when she was with these stupid stones, her IQ was worrying, and she was easy to make fools.

While talking to the stone, Shi Ji walked into the stone circle and dug a jar of elixir and jade liquid, she was happy today, she wanted to drink.

Shi Ji left the stone needle and a group of difficult stones to play with the wine jar out of the white bone cave, she came to the skull cliff, sat on the ground very uninhibitedly, opened the wine seal, the wine fragrance was fragrant, Shi Ji waved his hand, the wind became smaller, the wine fragrance slowly drifted away, and became lighter.

Shi Ji stretched out his hand, and there was an extra stone bowl in his hand, which was very big, it was a sea bowl, and it was the same as the sea bowl that drank with the old and young witches at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

Thinking of those enthusiastic and straightforward old and young sorcerers, Shi Ji's heart became even hotter, and her disciple who was a bit second, the great witch Xuanyu, the young rain master, I don't know how he is, did he listen to her and enter the Xuanyuan Temple to retreat.

"Boom la la ......"

Shi Ji poured a bowl of wine, and when he picked it up, it was a bowl, a bowl bottomed out, and he spit out a mouthful of wine, happy, the wine was a high-quality wine, and the feelings of the wine were even more mellow.

Bowl by bowl, people are not drunk, and the meaning has been scented.

Shi Ji shouted: "Come on!"

The door of the cave was wide open, and the primordial flew in.

"Ding...... Knock ......"

The sound of the piano sounds, the great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the characters of the ages are merry. To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.

Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and one is still in the moon.

A big river to the east.

A song is picturesque.

A beautiful song is captivating.

A majestic song.

A song of wine sprinkled with Jiang Yue.

Unintentionally made a song, the song is stronger, the wine is not intoxicating, the song is intoxicating.

Countless people are drunk, intoxicated by the majestic and uninhibited piano sound of Shiji, large and small mountains and monks, or torrents, or pointing to the country, or beautiful women into their arms, or heroic young people, or singing about wine, or a momentary romance, or a lifetime of broadness.

At the end of the song, countless people cried, countless people laughed, and countless depression and depression accumulated in their hearts all went with the wind and ended with the song.

Qingqiu, Tu Shan didn't know when, wet the corners of his eyes, he was laughing, laughing all the time, laughing and crying.

Countless old people wept, and countless teenagers were full of spirits.

Tu Shan looked in the direction of Skull Mountain, he found that he couldn't hate her, Tu Shan smiled bitterly: "What a terrible character!"

It's a bit scary to have someone who has stomped you over and over again, but you can't hate it.

Countless human races wept loudly, crying about the pain of losing their loved ones, crying about the pain of being displaced, and crying about the lack of food and clothing.

After crying, like heavy rain passing through, there are less gloomy clouds, less grief, less numbness, and more life, more like a living person.

Youchao wiped his face, muttered with red eyes, "Great power, is this great power?"

He had never been out of the human race, nor had he seen great power, he had an urge to go to Skull Mountain immediately, but he was held down again, he was not alone, and there were many clansmen waiting for him.

The twenty-five monks on the top of the mountain only felt relaxed and happy, and their thoughts were open, and many monks who were at the critical point had a sense of relaxation.

After the great joy, all the cultivators headed in the direction of Skull Mountain.

Suddenly......

The demons' hearts palpitated, and they all raised their heads in unison.

A banner moves, and the sky and the earth are dark.

All the demons bowed in unison.

Large swaths of demon clouds carried a large number of heavenly soldiers back to the heavenly court.

One by one, the powerful old demons bid farewell to their clansmen and returned to the Nine Heavens.

Tu Shan is also gone, taking away the future of Qingqiu.

The choices of all races are similar, they all take the cubs away, retain their combat power to the greatest extent, and leave a lot of spiritual treasures.

All the races in the desolate wilderness are all big clans, which race can produce powerful and handsome people is not profound, if it weren't for the fact that most of the high-level monks above Taiyi of all races served in the Heavenly Court, it would be really not enough to rely on the low-level Asura people.

Shi Ji glanced at the demon banner that had fallen in the nine heavens, smiled and lifted the wine jar, saluted from afar, and poured the rest of the wine mouth to mouth.

Shi Ji put down the wine jar, flicked his sleeves, and the wine jar rolled down the mountain road.

Shi Ji got up and picked up the Taichu Changqin and shouted: "Guard the door, I'll go see the eldest brother!"

Behind:

"Whoa...... Whoa......"

Got it, got it!

Shi Ji waved his hand and walked down Skull Mountain crookedly.

Dawen turned, and people disappeared.

Reappeared, already outside the wall.

The fragrance of osmanthus was still the same, and Shi Ji walked into the courtyard.

There was no one in the courtyard, and Shi Ji shouted: "Sister......"

What came out was a handsome man with slightly white temples, and when the man saw Shi Ji, a rare smile appeared on his resolute face.

"Drunk?" the man's voice was low.

Shi Ji nodded honestly.

"Didn't you bring some for the eldest brother?" Hou Yi quipped.

Shi Ji spread his hands and said very boldly: "I'm done drinking." ”

In fact, she thought about bringing a jar over, but thinking about the origin of those wines, she dispelled the idea of death, and used the wine of the emperor of the heavenly court to send the ancestor of the Wu clan, coupled with the long-standing contradiction between the moon god and the emperor, she would not have anything to do.

"Why is this time coming?"

Chang'e walked out while wiping her hands.

Shi Ji said: "If you want to come, you will come, and besides, the eldest brother is not here if you come early." ”

"Yes. Chang'e smiled.

"Stay and eat. Chang'e said and walked into the kitchen again.

"Do you want my help?"

"Forget it, you're just going to get more and more helpful. "Shi Ji was disgusted again.

She really has no talent in cooking.

"Come and sit. Hou Yi sat at the stone table like a teacher and waited for Shi Ji.

Shi Ji obediently walked over and sat down like a student.

"Have you practiced archery all these years?" mentioned arrows, Hou Yi's eyes were extremely serious.

Shi Ji felt the urge to scratch her head, but she resisted.

"It doesn't seem to be?" Hou Yi was a little disappointed.

"Yes, there is practice. Shi Ji didn't keep his mouth shut.

"Really?" Hou Yi's eyes were like arrows, piercing people's hearts, this was the eyes of the ancestral witch.

Shi Ji smiled dryly, but his eyes were for tat, and his mood changed from Taichu to extremely quiet arrow.