Yizhen sat on the stone on the side of the road, drank several sips of wine in front of a wine gourd, and looked at the earth with a pair of dim old eyes, just like the kind of eyes that looked at the rivers and lakes in the world. The expression on his face was a little lonely.

Ren Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief, the master is still the master after all!

But he immediately sensed that something didn't seem right. What's wrong, I can't say.

Yizhen drank two sips fiercely, and actually handed which wine gourd in his hand directly to Ren Pingsheng, "Take two sips?"

Ren Pingsheng shook his head, and didn't take any of the wine gourds that looked very old.

Yizhen's face was solemn, and he was no longer in a negotiable tone, "Come, two mouthfuls a day." Not much, not less. Your master's apprentice, how can you not drink!"

Ren Pingsheng had an expression of eating dog shit on his face, and he took the wine gourd in a dead state. The gourd came to his mouth, and a very strong smell of choking wine came to his nose, and he couldn't tell what the smell was, anyway, the most intense one was definitely not the smell of wine!

He closed his eyes and barely swallowed a small bite. A fiery dragon, with a fishy and bitter smell, slashed across the tongue and rushed into the throat, and then burned all the way down to the belly, and the stomach and intestines were turned upside down. Ren Pingsheng was a bitter ninja, and finally didn't vomit out with what he ate in the morning.

With that stale smell, the vintage of this wine is certainly no less than that gourd. It's a pity that the taste is really not flattering.

After calming his breath, the second sip of wine, more of the saliva that had been brewing secretly for a long time, accompanied by a very exaggerated grunt, went down his throat.

Yizhen watched the apprentice finish taking two sips and nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes never looked at the wine gourd again, as if he deliberately avoided it. Ren Pingsheng handed the wine gourd back to the master, and the latter only gently pushed it away, "I said that I took two sips a day, and you took it." Don't cheat, don't be violent, tell me when you're done. ”

Ren Pingsheng noticed a small detail, and when the master spoke, he swallowed his saliva twice.

It seems that although this wine is unpleasant, it may be a good thing that the master is reluctant to drink!

He suddenly woke up, why didn't he feel right just now? For so many years, Master has never had a wine gourd.

When I went out just now, I didn't have any!

"Master, when are you going to play tricks? This pot of wine ......?"

Yizhen said proudly, "Your master crisscrosses the rivers and lakes with his ability, this little trick is not worth mentioning." Put it away, or I'll regret it. ”

Ren Pingsheng had to obediently tie the gourd around his waist, and muttered in his heart, you regret it. It's a pity that they chatted for a long time, until they said goodbye, Ren Pingsheng didn't wait for the master's repentance to take back a pot of inferior old wine.

When he crossed the boundary mountain, Ren Pingsheng did not directly bend the sword villa, but stayed on the ridge to practice his sword in the snowstorm. First, he used that horizontal smoke to practice his self-created Tai Chi swordsmanship. I don't know if it's the strong smell of alcohol, or the accumulation of swordsmanship, to the next level, this time the sword is unprecedentedly smooth. The simple and simple sword moves of the sixty-four styles were smooth to a whole hour!

That Taoguang and obscure sword intent didn't show any momentum, and there wasn't even a trace of sword qi overflowing. But with the slow flow of the sword move, the goose feather snowflakes within a radius of several miles formed a huge whirlpool in the air, constantly converging towards the place where the sword light danced. Sixty-four forms are finished, that side

Two feet round, a round snowball as big as a mountain was piled up.

Ren Pingsheng sacrificed the iron sword again, and practiced the seventeen styles of sorrow for another hour.

The huge snowball that had been piled up earlier was shattered by the incomparable Sorrowful Heaven Sword Qi piece by piece. As the vertical and horizontal sword qi cut through the wind, on the top of the medicine mountain, a field of snowflakes suddenly appeared in the sky, like a vision of a heavenly maiden scattering flowers flying towards the sky.

The eighteenth sword tragic heaven style practice, Ren Pingsheng has no clue so far.

Wu Chunmang went down the mountain every morning to teach swords, and in the afternoon, he practiced with Chen Qi in Qujian Villa. Then he would go up the mountain alone, out of the reckless jungle of the Medicine Mountain, over the meadows that were thousands of feet deep, and up to the snow line. Then he sat on the edge of the snow line, looking out at the golden rays of the setting sun in the distance. Wu Chunmang would also turn his head from time to time to look at the ice and snow on the mountain, which was white and vast, and he couldn't even see a moving black spot.

Wu Chunmang was a little frustrated, it's the third day, why hasn't the master come back yet.

He didn't dare to stay too late on the mountain, because as long as he went back longer than the usual hotel, the little girl scolded people, which was really powerful. Although the swordsmanship is still very immature, since she went up the mountain, even the red face that always can't get along with herself is much more honest.

Wu Chunmang is still not used to it, and he calls the new name of the red-faced man Xie Liu, but the name of the old monkey king Hou Shangshan, since the first time he shouted it, he felt that it was far more pleasant than a thousand sticks.

Wu Chunmang was disappointed, thinking about what he didn't have, and prepared to go down the mountain. He suddenly seemed to feel something, and turned around, although there was no sword in his hand, it was a natural oolong tail swing method. Then he saw that in the snow on the mountain, a green shirt came to resist the wind, and he was in front of him in an instant.

"Master, have you been drinking today?" Wu Chunmang wiped his eyes and shouted, "I almost thought that Xie Liu was pretending to be you to bluff me." Fortunately, Xie Liu's face is not red now. ”

Ren Pingsheng let out a "hmm", stretched out his hand and stroked the white fat head that was gradually bunching up his hair, "In the past few days, there has been nothing going on up and down the mountain, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, that Yaowang Temple, now the incense is booming. Xie Liu and Hou Shangshan both have tablets in the temple, and their complexion has obviously improved a lot in the past two days. There are also those young swordsmen in Shangu Chen Village, who are making good progress. Now it's all about helping them change their tactics and tinker with them. There are more than 30 on the Langziya side, and Chen Kucheng and they have also begun to teach. Those guys, Brother Hou and I have secretly gone to see them a few times, and they are all very strong! But the talent for learning swords is really not bad......" Wu Chunmang poured beans into the bamboo tube, as if Ren Pingsheng had left for two or three days, and endless things had already happened up and down the mountain.

Ren Pingsheng just listened silently, occasionally nodding and smiling as a sign of appreciation.

When the two returned to Qujian Villa, they were just in time for dinner. Chen Qi helped set the meal, and was about to shout at the top of his voice, but found that Wu Chunmang hurriedly ran in from outside. Wu Chunmang smiled cautiously at the little girl, who glared at him fiercely, with a warning that I would always be caught all day long. But after all, it was Wu Chunmang who came in closely, and it turned out to be the master of the mountain. Chen Qi immediately lost his time to worry about Wu Chunmang, hurriedly explained to everyone not to be in a hurry to start the meal, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to help the old cook.

Most of the good meals served before were daily dishes, which were very light. And then from the lively movement in the kitchen, you can hear that Hou Shangshan is reopening the stove, as if he wants to make a big meal.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly saved, today is Chinese New Year's Eve.

For the first time since leaving the Mountain of No Return, he felt like he was coming home. The kitchen was obviously prepared, but they didn't come back as scheduled, and they just made a dinner like this, and they suddenly appeared, but they caught Chen Qi and the old cook Hou Shangshan off guard.

But this verse must be passed.

After two and a half years of going down the mountain, he rarely remembers having a holiday. This time I finally ran into it, but unfortunately the master couldn't cultivate, and I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to cross the snowy mountain in a hurry, otherwise he should have brought his old man to celebrate the festival today.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt a little apprehensive. Before saying goodbye to Yizhen, he had clearly explained that the name of the new mountain after the exchange of the second ancestor peak would be changed to Anvil Mountain. At that time, Master interjected, "According to the shape of the mountain you described, shouldn't it be more appropriate to call it Beacon Hill?"

Ren Pingsheng didn't think too much about it at the time, and insisted on calling it Anvil Mountain. At that time, all I was thinking about was the ten swords I was about to build, and the heroic scene of those steppe swordsmen prancing horses and whipping up the world. Now that I think about it, it turns out that the two masters, or the three, are the third masters, Yuan Dazhu, who they intentionally or unintentionally want.

Master Yizhen looks like a game-like world, a crazy Taoist priest, in fact, no matter how he treats others and himself, he teaches his art, and his mind is much more delicate than Yuan Dazhui. I don't know if the second master will be a little unhappy because of this.

During the banquet, Ren Pingsheng took the initiative to take off the pot of fishy old wine from his waist for the first time. Drinking together, Hou Shangshan is an old wine stick, before he became enlightened and became a demon, he once used the identity of the monkey king, and ordered the monkey soldiers and monkey generals in the clan to go to the villages under the mountain from time to time to steal some herdsmen's wine. When you can't finish the stolen wine, you will find a sweet bamboo forest with good vitality and hide the remaining wine in the growing bamboo tube.

The wine stored in these bamboo tubes was slowly discovered by some mountain people, and the taste was wonderful, and it was named "monkey wine", which was a strange commodity.

Since the master said that this pot of old wine is a rare good thing, it is better to let Hou Shangshan identify it.

I never thought that Hou Shangshan pulled out the plug of the gourd, and when he reached the end of his nose and smelled it, he was shocked, and the hand holding the gourd trembled, and he almost fell without missing it.

Hou Shangshan hurriedly handed the wine gourd back, shook his head again and again, and said, "Master, this thing should be a good thing for you." But our demon clan, no matter who it is, I'm afraid we can't stand it. ”

Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to give up and give some wine to Shi Yuqing and Chen Qi, and drank two sips with him.

Shi Yuqing didn't drink either, so this time, he didn't drink much, but it was no less than Ren Pingsheng. The little girl Chen Qi is even more reserved, but she just tastes it. Shi Yuqing urged again and again, but she was reluctant and drank two sips.

Yizhen stood in place, watching his apprentice go away, muttering to himself with a lonely face.

"Three or five thousand years of brothers, three or five years of apprentices. I've never seen someone who is unrighteous, I've never seen someone who is so unrighteous......"

But soon, there was a great commotion in the village alley, interrupting the sorrow of the white-robed old man, and the crowd was surging, shouting in panic, and rushing in the direction of the wine pot mountain outside the village to the east.

Could it be that there is something big going on over there in Fangliang Dao Courtyard?

Yizhen immediately started a hexagram and pinched his fingers to calculate quickly. Lao Dao's expression suddenly turned grim, and he secretly screamed badly. He looked around and no one paid attention, only for a moment, a white robe, as if the world had evaporated, and disappeared suddenly.