Split the Yangtze River in half?

Bai Yun only knew that the Confucius people of Changhong Peak had the great magical power of shaking Kunlun with both hands, and Elder Mingjing also had the feat of being angry and cutting off the corner of Lingfeng in Taishanzi, but Rao is a towering mountain, how can it be compared with the surging Yangtze River across the east and west of the beam.

Bai Yun looked at the slightly chubby man with a stubble face next to him with an unbelievable gaze, it is not surprising that people have grown fat in middle age, but Dou Changan is too unkempt.

Dou Changan ignored Bai Yun's strange gaze, pulled the corners of his mouth and said: "Dingqin is the personal sword of the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is also the sword that every swordsman dreams of."

Looking closely at Dou Changan's expression, it didn't seem like he was talking nonsense, and his eyes were also shining brightly, but soon Dou Changan withdrew the look in his eyes and drank the osmanthus wine in his hand.

"Can Ding Qin really split the Yangtze River into two sections?" The wine was slightly drunk, Bai Yun's cheeks flushed, and he still couldn't believe it.

Dou Changan shook the empty wine jar and said, "If you have the opportunity to see that eternal sword, you will naturally understand. ”

"Why is the Great Song Emperor's personal sword called Ding Qin?" Bai Yun wondered, the Qin Dynasty was the old dynasty of the Song Dynasty, since it was the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, why did the sword be named after the country name of the previous dynasty?

Dou Changan didn't rush to answer, probably deliberately hung the appetite of a white cloud, raised his hand again and threw the empty wine jar to the river, a white flower bloomed and then turned around, and took two new jars of osmanthus wine from the wine jar, and then said: "The Dingqin sword was made by the founding emperor of the Qin Dynasty, and it is rumored that the great Qin Tianzi suffered a lot in order to cast this sword, and used the iron outside the sky to supplement it with the blood of the true dragon Tianzi, so the edge of the sword is unparalleled in the world, and the Dingqin is out of the sheath, but all the people in the inferior realm have blood scars in nearly ten steps, and nearly three feet are unrecognizable. ”

Dou Changan burped a wine as long as autumn water, lifted the sealing mud of a jar of osmanthus wine, and continued: " After the Great Song Emperor captured the Qin capital, the first thing was to put the Dingqin sword into the bag, but the strange thing is that the sharp edge is terrifying, even the Great Qin Emperor has respected the eternal sword, in front of the Great Song Emperor is like a courtier to see the edge of the loss, not only follow the Great Song Emperor to open up the territory, but also several times in the assassination of the old Qin forces to save the life of the Great Song Emperor, the Great Song Emperor is like a tiger with wings, so the Great Song Emperor before he dies, he does not forget to take the Dingqin sword to sleep underground together. ”

The osmanthus wine held by Bai Yun in the palm of his hand has not yet been half drunk, but Dou Changan has already put three jars into his stomach, but he doesn't see how he is drunk, but this kind of Jiangnan osmanthus wine is a kind of sake, which is very different from the spirits of the northern country.

Dou Changan caught a glimpse of the ordinary osmanthus wine left in Bai Yun's hand, and said, "What's the matter? The wine in the jar is kept for goldfish?

Seeing that Bai Yun was still unmoved, Dou Changan simply applied both soft and hard, showing a drop of empty wine jar that was not left and laughed at himself: "Look, look, my bad old man just blinked and closed his eyes."

Three jars, drinking is to ask for a pleasure, like a little lady to swallow slowly, when to drink, how to be happy, stuffy, stuffy. ”

Bai Yun muttered, "You bad old man is very bad." ”

Under Dou Changan's half-push and half-push, Baiyun had no choice but to drink the remaining half of the osmanthus wine.

The wine enters the bowels of sorrow, as if all the sorrow and tiredness are washed away, which is really pleasant.

"What's the matter, my bad old man didn't fool you, right?" Dou Changan laughed heartily, and put another jar of osmanthus wine

Push it to the teenager.

The wine was hot, and Bai Yun threw the empty jar far out of the river, and took Dou Chang'an with one hand and pushed it along the side of the ship

When he came to the wine jar, the haze on his face was swept away, and he smiled from the heart: "It's really happy." ”

Dou Changan also smiled with satisfaction.

"You kid is a shit luck, and you broke into the tomb of the Great Song Emperor by mistake, do you know how many people want to do it

I want to go in and get into the style of the underground palace of this emperor through the ages. Dou Changan sighed lightly again, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity that I still can't see the Qin Sword." ”

The intoxicating fragrance of osmanthus seems to fill the entire river, and even the autumn wind blowing is intoxicated.

Waves splashed on the surface of the river from time to time, and one after another empty wine jars floated away with the river.

On the wine, the young man sat with his back against the ground, and said tiredly: "Senior... ”

"Why?"

"Am I drunk?"

The bright moon was in the sky, the water waves on the river were swaying, and Dou Changan was silent for a long time.

"You're not drunk, it's just that this river and lake are drunk. The middle-aged man with pale sideburns also sat down with his back to the hook.

"Jianghu drunk?" Bai Yun smiled exhaustedly.

"It's not just this river and lake that is drunk, but everyone in it is also drunk. Dou Changan said exceptionally calmly.

"I just don't understand. Bai Yun let go of his clasped fingers, and the empty jar fell on the deck.

"How many people can understand?" Dou Changan asked rhetorically.

"Don't say that you, the raw melon egg who has just set foot in the rivers and lakes, even Lao Tzu has never seen through this rivers and lakes. Dou Changan poured the little wine jar left in his hand, raised his hand and threw it back, and threw the wine jar into the river in a chic manner.

"You should drink, you should eat, anyway, how this river and lake is like this has nothing to do with you, at least you don't have the ability to mix blindly at the moment, wait for Jiangnan to do what you should do, and then hurry back to Jixia Mountain to practice swordsmanship." Dou Changan continued, and said meaningfully: "If you really can't get used to this river and lake, it's not too late to come back when you have that ability." ”

Bai Yun's gaze was wandering in the night firmament, becoming more and more blurred, and he only felt that although the scenery of the bright moon was beautiful, it was very lonely: "Senior, do you mean the Tiangang realm?"

Dou Changan immediately shook his head and said lightly: "The Flood Desolation Immortal may be able to." ”

Bai Yun's heart tightened, and Dou Changan's words were like a scoop of cold water poured on his head.

"Maybe. Dou Chang'an's eyes were blank, and he muttered repeatedly

。

Bai Yun glanced at Dou Chang'an, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had undergone a lot of vicissitudes.

Dou Changan, who has never had a heart and lungs, sneered, cocked Erlang's legs and said, "I think Lao Tzu was also the desolate immortal once upon a time. ”

Bai Yun rubbed his head, making sure that he had heard correctly, and his mouth was wide open, enough to stuff a fist.

Dou Changan didn't have a trace of pride when he talked about the past, as if he didn't bother to mention the past when he was a land immortal. How many people are there in the world now for the desolate fairyland? Only one person in the Xishu Sword Demon White Sword Hall, one person and one sword lost to the head of Xishu City, such as the immortal entering the world, a sword let 30,000 heavy armor unload the armor, if it is not for the dying twilight years, with such a heroic and chic and dignified bearing, it will be called thousands of women to pursue madness.

"Senior Dou, did you really enter the flood wilderness?" Bai Yun's eyes were blazing, like a sharp sword shuttling.

Dou Changan leaned on the hook, swayed Erlang's legs comfortably, picked up the wine jar and drank bitterly, and said with a white glance: "What are you lying to?"

You come and go, the osmanthus wine piled up like a hill was gradually leveled by the two, the stamina of osmanthus wine is like a tiger attacking, Baiyun suddenly felt top-heavy, and in a daze heard Dou Changan say that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, so he fell asleep.

Dou Changan drank the last jar of wine and touched his bare forehead: "I don't know if you are lucky or unlucky." ”

I don't know how many catties of osmanthus wine I poured, Dou Changan is still sober as usual, the amount of alcohol can be described as unfathomable, even if he is really drunk, most of them are not drunk and everyone is drunk.

Probably disgusted that the boat board was hard and uncomfortable to lie down, Dou Changan patted his ass and got up, and staggered back to the boat room as if he was not drunk.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Bai Yun vaguely saw a cyan figure, stepping on the river and drifting onto the deck, Bai Yun gathered in the center of the god wanted to see his appearance clearly, how could he be dizzy, only vaguely see the outline of his figure, a young Taoist priest, dressed in a cyan robe, with a transparent and flawless jade Ruyi coiled hair on the top of his head, and seemed to be carrying a long thing behind him, as for what it really couldn't see clearly, Bai Yun thought of Mo Tianxiang for no reason, but the two were very different, Mo Tianxiang gave people the feeling of being more like a Confucian who was familiar with the four books and five classics。

The young Taoist priest had a clear figure and slowly approached Baiyun.

Bai Yun wanted to support his body and sit up to ask the other party's intentions, but the osmanthus wine was full of energy, and his whole body up and down to his toes was like a puddle of soft mud.

The green-robed Taoist priest floated up to the young man, he leaned down to look at the young man carefully, and reached out to pluck the red sandalwood Buddha bead from the young man's wrist.

"Use it with the Ice Soul. The young Taoist priest whispered in the young man's ear: "After three days, the Vientiane Mountains will return to their original owners." ”

After that, the green robe fluttered, stepped on the river and left, and the white waves rolled.

Someone stepped on the river and rode away by the clouds, like a dream.

The morning light wisps, the white clouds opened their eyes in a trance, most of the stamina of osmanthus wine was dissipated, but the head was still faint, and the purple-clothed maid with her eyes like autumn water came with a bowl of steaming ginseng soup.

"Bai Yun Shaoxia, this bowl of ginseng soup was specially ordered by the prince to be cooked by the slave maid, let it be less

Xia scattered the wine from last night, and said that he would let the young man drink it while it was hot. Qiuli carefully served the ginseng soup to Bai Yun.

"Thank you, Miss Qiuli. Bai Yun took the ginseng soup, and the thick aroma of ginseng came to his nose, so he quickly took a sip while it was hot.

At this time, Dou Changan also walked out of the boat room, probably because he had relieved his alcohol addiction last night, his face was radiant, his nose sniffed left and right, smelled the aroma of ginseng soup, collected his expression, coughed a few times and said: "Your son-in-law is too unpopular, I want to eat and drink Lazar in Yunmengze's land that time, Lao Tzu also confiscated half of his silver, why didn't this ginseng soup cook my share?"

Qiu Li didn't answer, as if he didn't have much affection for this eccentric man who was straightforward and unattractive, but still had a little disgust, and waited for Bai Yun to finish drinking the ginseng soup, and walked straight back to the boat room with an empty bowl without looking back.

Dou Changan touched his nose and cold ash, but he didn't care, walked to Baiyun's side, and asked knowingly, "You kid has been lying here for a night?"

(End of chapter)

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