Hundreds of millions of miles of forests are endless, and the green fields spit out white mist under the double sun. All kinds of strange peaks and mountains loomed, and the roar of beasts echoed between the majestic mountains. Xuanchen's primeval Sichuan continent is very lively in the morning, there are groups of giant apes jumping in pairs among the towering giant trees in the forest, there are wings of a hundred miles of pterosaurs flying into the blue sky, there are hooves and palms falling and vibrating for ten miles of giant elephants, and there are all kinds of wild demons that are full of essence in the treasure land to swallow the source of the law.

And on the outskirts of the pristine Chuanzi Xuling Mountains, there is a quiet and peaceful small village. The small village is called Uyouzhuang, and the villagers live in cave houses that are round, grassy hills. The villagers are plainly dressed and have an ordinary appearance, and unlike normal people, they also grow mushrooms on their heads in addition to their hair. Some people grow one, the mushroom umbrella is huge, some people grow a bunch of small and dense, some people grow red, and some people grow colorful. In short, they are a happy bunch.

Early in the morning, a small pair of bright red horns on the head of the chicken dragon, flying up two or three meters high village card head crying, suddenly out of nowhere flew a stone to beat it away, causing the feathers to fall two or three pieces, "coo" a scream. "Ah~~ You damn chicken polong, you scream and scream every morning, don't you know if it's the best time to sleep lazily in the morning?" a pair of white and tender little chubby hands closed the door and yawned and complained. Then one hand rubbed the sleepy eyes stimulated by the morning light, and with the other hand carried the kettle of boiling water to the stove. The little boy was born round, with short hair, a small purple mushroom on the top of his head, a small pigtail tied with a red string on the back of his head, and a gray children's robe sewn from ordinary fabric. When I opened my eyes, white was white, black was black, clean and clear. The mushroom chubby is named Yang Kunpeng, and he has no father or mother. Twelve years ago, Yang Lao, the head of Wuyou Village, was fishing by the small river in front of the village, and saw a broken eggshell floating in the river, and there seemed to be a baby crying in it. Old Yang hurriedly jumped into the river and carried the broken eggshell ashore. The child in the eggshell is wrapped in a soft and fluffy white fur and wears a jade plaque around his neck. Old Yang likes it in his heart, thinking that this is an opportunity thrown to him by God. So Yang Lao, who died and had no children, adopted him and named him according to the word Kunpeng on the jade plate.

Yang Kunpeng boiled water and washed his face, walked out of the cave door and stretched his waist towards the rising sun, walked to a cave house next to him, kicked on the door in ten steps and shouted: "Stick father, why don't you get up, did you go to Aunt Wang's house next door last night, you have a big deal to do today!"

"Little mushroom cub, what nonsense are you talking about? Be careful that your Aunt Wang lets the dog bite you, isn't it too early, the fruit wine banquet will not start until the afternoon. Old Yang walked out with his clothes and a dry pipe, and said dissatisfiedly. His eyes squinted to the next neighbor's house. I saw a woman in a flower apron drying dried fruit. So he hurriedly changed his words and said, "Kunpeng, you make breakfast first, and we'll arrange it after eating." ”

Aunt Wang scolded with a smile: "Old stick Yang, little fat dun'er, your grandfather and son can accumulate some virtue on their mouths!"

Outside the story, after breakfast, the two of them finished breakfast. Pack up a set of utensils, take a firewood knife and two jars of wine on your back and go to the lawn in front of the village. There were already a few children chasing and playing on the lawn, and a few young men with strong arms were practicing their fists and feet. Seven or eight women spread out a blanket under an old umbrella tree to support the table. After seeing the grandfather and son, they greeted each other: "The village chief is good, the stick master is good." And Xiao Kunpeng was touched by this aunt, who pulled him over to play with braids, and was rubbed with mushrooms by a sister next door, which annoyed him. Quietly slipped away and played with the children.

The shadow of the old tree under the umbrella cover became shorter, and the time turned into the afternoon in a blink of an eye. Wuyou Village does not farm or farm, but has been picking fruits from the periphery of the Zixu Mountains for generations, picking up all kinds of mushrooms in the primeval forest, and occasionally hunting some game, and exchanging them for property in big towns for a living. This is the benefit of having two suns, no autumn and winter regardless of the four seasons. Today is the annual fruit wine festival in Wuyou Village, and the village chief Yang Lao Stick took dozens of villagers to burn incense and worship their ancestors: "All grandparents and grandparents are above, and Yang Gu, a filial descendant, burns incense and lights paper, respects the ninety-four ancestors, puts twenty-six cups of fruit wine, and pays tribute to the twenty-six heroes." With a group of old and young women and children, all the villagers, thank the ancestors for their kindness and miss the ancestors. Today, Wulu is peaceful, and the livelihood is simple......"

"Village chief, it's almost there, the ancestors are all old and dead, and their ears are not good in the first place, you should make a bunch of them that can hear clearly!" said villager Li Bing. A bunch of villagers grinned at the corners of their mouths, and the children began to secretly taste the delicious fruit.

And Yang Lao's stick laughed, and he was no longer verbose, smiling and burning incense and paper. The 451st Fruit Wine Banquet was announced. Villager Wang Ding played the stringed piano, Zhang Jia played the bamboo flute, Chen Yi beat the tambourine, and several bold girls with long braids danced hand in hand, shaking the gorgeous mushroom umbrella on their heads, and sang the folk songs passed down from generation to generation. The elders raised their glasses and drank each other, laughed and talked about ancient and modern interesting stories, bragging, and fart. Women and children eat meat and cut fruits, chattering and gossiping. Xiao Kunpeng learned to dance with a few children during the banquet, which added to the lively atmosphere of the fruit wine banquet.

Suddenly, a voice came, "Fellow villagers, you are so happy, and you are polite!" I saw a donkey with a black mouth and a white mouth, flicking its tail and hunching a fat old man with no eyebrows, flying in front of everyone, with four hooves hanging in the air. The fat old man without eyebrows turned over and got off the donkey, walked a few steps forward, wearing a green robe, a fat body trembling, a golden gourd hanging from his waist, and a slightly reddish talisman sword on his back. With one hand on his chest, he bent down and said politely: "Fellow villagers, I am disturbed, the poor Taoist is known as the Great Virtue Daoist, but he is a monk from the Hanging Continent, he went to the Zixuling Mountain Range to kill demons and returned, passing by the treasure land, smelling the fragrance of wine and flying for three or five miles, so I came to ask for a cup of vulgar wine to eat......