After a long time, the moon rose in the morning, and ink was splashed on a blank tissue paper, leaving the young man who raised his finger and quietly lowered his middle finger. The red light from his fingertips dispersed, becoming a brief halo of light, a fire of jade hope that he could not see.

On the floating mountain in the distance, the sleeping man snored, but did not forget the rain clouds that filled the sky, with the movement of breathing, how much fell gray drizzle, and by the way, it also enriched the fruit trees on the floating mountain, full of vitality.

Children, the wind and rain stopped.

The old man, who was laughing like a child, sat on the ground with tears in his eyes.

He was confused.

The old madman looked at the wind and clouds in the mountain stream, and was waved away by him.

The man struggled to get up, looked at the young man's ruddy face, shook his head and sighed, "If this person inherits the mantle of the old madman, I don't know what kind of turmoil will be made? Born as a human being, but not fateful. Sad, gratifying. ”

Li Shuishan felt the slight change in his body, but he felt more agile about the wind and rain, and the fusion of the wind and qi seemed to be paved into a cloth plan in front of him, but his body was still fragile, and it would be blown apart in front of the monk's blow, but he came from the heart, and the edge that diverged from his eyes increased a lot.

Of course, he would not forget the smell of wine in the rain, the red halo permeated, and when he saw the red of the landscape, he got up and looked up at the old madman, who had more bitterness on his old face, and had long since lost that playful look, and looked at her with a longing face, as if waiting for the result.

"What do you see?"

Li Shuishan thought for a while and said softly: "Mission." ”

The old madman trembled his palms and smiled bitterly, "What else?"

"Positive and negative. ”

"What's the positive?" the old madman was a little sad.

He clenched one of his sleeves, as if there was something difficult to say, in fact, Li Shuishan understood that he was the last disciple of the old madman, inheriting his mantle, sitting on the Tibetan peak, pouring wine and asking, asking the sword in the mountain, what is the opening of the mountain?

He still smiled, "If you see some of your own lines, you can make some plans and cultivate well." ”

This is a bit sad.

The old madman turned his back to Li Shuishan, the monk who was originally crazy and crazy, became a frowning and silent person, maybe he understood what a person of destiny is, and he saw it with his own eyes this time.

But he still has a lot of questions that are difficult to tell.

Li Shuishan bowed down to the old madman, this worship made the trembling old man with his back unbearable, and his legs and feet were weak, because no one had ever bowed down to him, and they all said that he was not suitable to be a teacher.

Although there were no three bows, but full of respect, the old madman held back the tears in his heart and turned around and walked into the stone tower.

"Drink with me on the moon!"

Li Shuishan sat on the ground, and there was a lot of cold in the distance, and there were many insects and beasts flying. Because of the condensation of the past two days, the mist washed away the breath belonging to the Tibetan Peak, and became extremely clean and translucent, and the man from the floating mountain sighed and shook his head and left, not knowing where he went.

The old madman returned to it, his teary eyes were blurred, he couldn't tell whether it was dew or tears, and after wiping it off, the hysterical sense of pathos was pervasive, and he shook his fist and smashed a layer of underground stones, patted the dust on it, took out a jar of green bamboo wine, held it on his thin arm, and walked out with a smile.

This jar of good wine is not like that strong wine, but you can smell the aroma of the wine in it through the clay pot, and you will die in the west of the spring river, sitting in the bamboo forest and melancholy.

Li Shuishan felt a little sad in his heart, the old madman's undried tears were still hanging in the corners of his eyes, the sunken dark circles under his eyes were like cracking with the old wrinkles, and there was bitterness in his smile.

The old madman took out two white-skinned wine bowls from his sleeves, put them in front of him, sat on the ground and slapped open the wine seal, gently touched the dust on them with his own saliva, dipped them in his mouth and sniffed them, and grinned, "My bamboo forest wine, I always dream of drinking it with my disciples." You look at the moon shadow that is about to rise, are there five of them?"

Li Shuishan glanced at him and asked softly, "Where are the five people?"

He raised his finger and pointed at himself, as well as Li Shuishan, and when he looked up at the sky again, he saw an oval moon shadow. The spots on it were messy, but the shadows of the stars around him were dim, and he nodded at the shadow beside him, "You, I, the moon." ”

However, the height of the moon shadow rising is not enough, looking north, the light of this mountain stream is worried, slowly nodding, looking at the ground again, at this time, there are several shorter shadows, compressed into an unknown humanoid black mass, "There are also double shadows." ”

Listening to the sound of pouring wine and touching the edges, bleaching the soul of Mo Ruoshan, the wine shop respecting the pavilion and breaking the ghosts, and the scary turmoil, the soul of the deceased trembled, hiding silently, for fear that if he shook it, the thunderbolt and lightning came, and turned into dust and smoke and dispersed.

"Boy, do you drink?"

Li Shuishan, who asked this, raised the white-skinned wine bowl in his hand, and gently shook the taste of the wine inside, looking through the aroma in it, which was confusing people's minds. He even rested for a night, and asked how to love the bamboo forest to make wine? As for how to drink, in one gulp, it is rude and heroic, simple and simple.

The wine bowl was slightly slanted, and the old madman poured wine to the ground, with a lot of respect in his heart, and his heart was calm, "Toast should respect heaven and earth, parents." I lost my father and mother, and I don't know where the fallen leaves are? When I am old, I am dead, and when I die, I have no soul, I can't see it. If I said that I jumped out of the cracks in the stone, I still laughed, Lao Tzu respected heaven in this life. If there is, the old man who sews clothes and rags is my reborn parents, I will respect her, awe of kindness, awe of warmth, awe of size, awe of water and meters, awe of the mountains and winds, and the desperate touch of the head and ask me: This place is your home. ”

He came a second time, and he didn't say what he was in awe.

But in the third place, it is heaven and earth that are honored.

"Heaven and earth are born of wind and clouds, I drain and bend my waist, look at the coquettish outside the mountain, and look at the wind and peach in the mountain because of the old. You can't see the zenith when you look up, and you can't see the circle when you look down. There is heaven and earth, some people have birds and flowers, and the remnants of the encyclopedia, thinking about the dark, the bright wind, the rice maple pavilion, the Luobu Pingchuan, the road is pure, the water edge, moisturizing all things, all things are born, the life is mottled, and the line of thinking is located wonderful. ”

"The children sing the congratulations of Jia Yao, how much charm there is, all the colorful Xu, the sun rises in the east, and the sky sets in the west. The sunrise and the sunset rest, what a leisurely pastoral scene, is what I have been longing for all my life. ”

Li Shuishan also learned etiquette.

Gently pour wine on the ground, this awe does not know the two in one, the second is heaven and earth. One is fate, and this fate is affection and love. This love seems to be missing, since a storm in heaven and earth came, the mountains and trees that live alone, there is no love! After a few silent points of time, rubbing his palm, I can't see a woman's visit, there is joy in this suffering, whether the woman will meet again after leaving, whether this love will condense love

Knotted up?

Not only not, but it may end the garden of life.

Love and love since the time came, there is a little more broken line, fate can be connected naturally, love is close to love, become love, love from grandeur, because of a thought, read in appearance, loyal to character, hesitant to talent.

After the wine hits the ground, keep more than half of it.

"Drinking. ”

"Disrespectful?"

"Respect what?"

"Heaven and earth, wind and clouds, parents, gifts. ”

"Nope. ”

"How could it not be?" the old madman muttered.

Li Shuishan naturally didn't know what to be in awe, but when he looked back, he saw the figure that had already revealed his outline, so lonely, and said helplessly: "The second awe of the wine is the figure, the lonely sail is far away, you accompany me, I accompany you." ”

The drinks fell to the ground.

The old madman wrinkled, touched his beard and said interestingly: "Since ancient times, there have been only night assassins in the shadow body. Assassinate Fengyun you ask the swordsman. ”

Li Shuishan touched the wine with him and said with a smile: "Warm wine." ”

"There is wine and no bamboo forest. The old madman laughed madly.

Since ancient times, there are lonely people who do not love wine, even if it is high on the top of the mountain, it is considered to be wine in the heart, that is, the taste has changed, and only the subtlety caused by the heart can be said to be fine wine.

And ordinary drinking, sweet and sour self-aware.

"What is subtle?" Li Shuishan lifted the wine bowl and drank it, but frowned, this wine was tasteless, sighed, and thought that if he tasted wine, what if it was really tasteless?

"Tasteless wine?"

The old madman poured it again and said, "The wine tastes." ”

Speak without coquettishness, touch the edge of the wine and touch it again, the top of the bell, still so bold, magnificent, like a fierce horse rushing into the wilderness. The small wine went into his mouth, turning into a trace of tenderness, listening to the old madman tell about the wind and snow, since he was far away from the separation, he had never drunk with anyone, and he felt that it was not worth it?

How is it not worth it?

He likes to drink wine with his disciples, discuss the Tao, and discuss the things of cultivation. The words are scattered, but everyone can endure his ridicule and truth. After all, people are fickle, there are good and bad, and the good can't be listened to in the brain, even if the good medicine is bitter and good for the disease, how can it be cured?

Therefore, he has a lot of words, but every word is heartfelt, Li Shuishan is silent in his heart, and the wine bowl is filled with words, and he wants to drink it all in one gulp.

However, there are many words, but there is a strong memory color, scattered listening, like drawing a knife to cut off the water, breaking a little bit and the next step will be connected, and then drawing the knife to cut off the water, once again, the things that I know are scattered, and the reason is indeed linked.

After a careful groping, he knocked on the white-skinned wine bowl and told it one bite at a time.

I have never heard the words of Dole, and I will tell you between truth and falsehood.

A sentence "The wind and rain channel breaks through the void, opens wisdom, and becomes a disagreement?" Another sentence, "All the way, the object is troubled, and the quiet heart is the law of Wanze." ”

Immediately decided, he threw the wine bowl in his hand, slept fiercely, looked at the empty wine jar, the moon has reached the highest turn, the night has passed halfway, the streamer can not turn, sigh, take advantage of the moon in his hand, close his eyes.

The old madman said in his sleep and asked, "What did you see when you watched the rain?"

Li Shuishan said directly without thinking: "Fish fat." ”