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Bamboo, pine, sycamore.

The water is murmuring, bringing the clouds of the stream.

Away from the place where the red dust gathers, Li Bichen helped the hat, at this time, one person and one line, walking in the mountains and wilderness, enjoying the tranquility of the sky alone.

The mountain is not big, but it is elegant.

The water is not deep, but clear.

The ground is not wide, but flat.

The forest is not big, but lush.

This used to be a description of Longzhong, but now, it is really just right to use it in the mountains and wilderness at this time.

Maybe it's because of the bamboo forest, or maybe it's because of the big pine.

Or maybe it's because of those towering sycamores?

All in all, watching the birds fly by, the beasts looking around, wading through the stream, the early morning light shines down, is broken by the bamboo leaves in the sky, and after it lands, it turns into one piece of light and shadow after another.

The turquoise bamboo has begun to turn slightly yellowish, while the pine has not.

The bear roared and the dragon roared Yin Yanquan.

Footsteps paddled through the water, and when the morning arose, the fog had not completely dissipated, and even more so in the mountains. I only saw that not far away, there were clouds and smoke lingering, and among them, there was a grass hut hidden.

And as the clouds and mist drifted at the same time, there was a strong aroma of wine.

There was a sound of the rope, and I didn't know what was being done in the grass house, but at the door, there was an old man, who was teasing a few monkey heads, and when he saw someone coming from the clouds, he stood up.

Li Pichen walked over, he exhaled, blew away a mist, and made a polite salute to the old man.

"Mountain passers-by, occasionally smell the fragrance of wine, come here to take a look, if you disturb, the poor road will leave. ”

The words were slow and ethereal, and the old man laughed: "Don't bother, don't bother, this mountain and wild bamboo reed, if you can occasionally have guests, that's the best thing." ”

He shook the robe on his body, this old man looked like a Confucian student, Li Bichen looked at his words and deeds, and said in his heart that this is a sage who lived in seclusion after abdication.

Some people enter the court as officials, and finally go into seclusion, often fleeing into the mountains, claiming to be immortals among people.

Confucian immortals, there is no formed method of cultivation, only the conclusion that they have reached by their own groping, for the sake of things, the level of mana, all depends on the righteousness in the chest. So this kind of immortal is almost invisible, because no one can keep their minds clear until they die.

And the old man in front of him is not a Confucian immortal, he is just a mortal.

But immortals among people, doesn't it mean that they are called immortals among mortals, which is different from human immortals, a word of difference, a difference of thousands of miles.

The old man invited Li Bichen in, the bamboo fence outside the grass house was circled, and there were also some chickens and ducks in it, and the yellow dog was lying in the small grass house, feeling that someone was coming, he ran out with his tail and circled around the old man, but he didn't yell at Li Bichen, but leaned up and rubbed it.

The yellow dog only felt that this person was not an evil person, a great good, not a psychic, because if he was psychic, he would be like the old hen of Gui's father, and he would not dare to approach the immortal family.

Li Bichen touched the head of the yellow dog, and the little dog's tail shook more cheerfully, which made the old man amazed.

"It once came back with me from the capital, and I have never seen it so affectionate to strangers. ”

The old man said his heels, he was not from the Wei Dynasty, but from the Song Dynasty, called Chen Shubao, and called Baogong.

Of course, he seems to prefer the title "Father of the Creek".

The old man in the mountains, who lives with the stream, is the father of the afterlife.

After seeing through everything, he needed to let go, and if he was in the territory of the Song Dynasty, there was still the possibility of being found back, in order to put an end to this possibility, he came to the Wei Dynasty.

This is a complete reluctance to return to officialdom.

The old man took out a chessboard, black and white chess pieces scattered, placed in two bowls, the monkey heads gathered at the threshold, pulling the grass house, as if trying to look inside, they were hooked by the smell of wine, all scratched their heads and ears, and looked very funny.

"Little Dao Ye wait a minute, and when my old brother finishes the wine, I will go in, take some old wine from the grass house, and drink it with Dao Ye. ”

The old man said with a smile, and at this time he asked again: "Dao Ye.... How much do you drink?"

Li Bichen smiled when he heard it: "Even if you drink a river and a sea, it's still too little." ”

"Hahaha!"

The old man laughed loudly, and the chessboard swung with a finger, and the black and white chess bowl was placed in front of the two of them.

"The chessboard is nineteen vertical and horizontal, dividing the heavens and the earth, there are nine stars, and the central one is called Tianyuan. ”

The old man pinched the sunspot with his hand and stroked his beard, while Li Bichen looked at it and pinched the white son with his hand.

"The poor road chess skills are not good, the old gentleman has to let the poor road point. ”

Li Bichen smiled, and the old man shook his head: "It's just fun, you don't have to take it seriously, Xiao Dao Ye is at will, and I am also free." ”

So the two played chess, the black and white intertwined, like yin and yang blending, and like black clouds and white clouds reflecting each other, the morning light fell, at this time the clouds and mist gradually dispersed, the countless bamboo forest and green leaves stretched, and the dew ticked down.

The old man's forehead was oozing with sweat, his eyes were already slightly widened at this time, and he was holding the sunspot in his hand, but it was getting slower and slower.

Li Pichen fell casually, but every step he took was just right, it could be said that he had no intention of planting willows and willows, and the old man was deliberately planting flowers and flowers.

In Li Pichen's eyes, this chessboard is the gossip array, which used to be in the desert when the weather was cold and the eyes were still blind, he deduced the gossip formation in his heart.

Only when immortals and immortals play chess, they will play hundreds of games against each other the year before, and when immortals and mortals play chess, it is really a few pieces, that is, the victory or defeat has been decided.

Li Bichen is not good at chess, but only responds with the formation of breaking the army, which catches the old man off guard.

"Squeak ....."

The door of the grass house was pushed open, and the old man saw his old brother come out, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that he was killed by that person on the chessboard, which can be described as miserable, and hurriedly said: "My old brother comes out, Xiao Dao Ye waits, I'll go get some wine." ”

He left in embarrassment, and the other old man was now on a long crutch, and on the crutch hung a large bronze gourd, which looked wonderful.

"Yo, there's a guest!"

The old man of the gourd walked over with a smile, and at the same time saw the black and white chessboard, it suddenly became clear, and he laughed: "Xiao Daoye's shot is really powerful, these three times and two blows, my old brother will be defeated!"

Li Bichen shook his head: "Most of the old gentleman conceded, poor Dao is not good at chess, most of them are ugly, I think if the old gentleman made a full shot, I would have been defeated." ”

He was so humble, but it made the old man of the gourd have a good impression, so he immediately said: "Don't be humble, your skills, I can see one or two from this endgame, and there is also the momentum of marching formation, which is extremely powerful." ”

"My name is Du Kang, you can call me Du Weng, or the pot man. ”

The old man of the gourd said this, Li Bichen thought for a while, and said, "Then the poor road will call the old gentleman the pot gong." ”

Hugong smiled: "You see that my copper gourd has a miracle, hahaha, let me tell you, this gourd contains the best wine in the world, called the immortal introduction, which is a wonderful wine that the immortals drink and pour." ”

As he spoke, he sat down at this time and sighed: "It's a pity that this gourd is now gone." ”

Pointing his finger at the grass house, Hu Gong's eyes were confused: "I live here, brewing wine for half a life, in order to brew the fairy again, but unfortunately, busy, abandoned the official position, hidden here, until now, there is a Jiazi age, this fascination is far away." ”

His words fell, and he asked Li Bichen again: "Little Daoist looks at me, how old is this year?"

Li Bichen said with a smile: "I look at the breath of the pot gong, age is no longer very important, this place of beauty helps people turn into immortal bodies." The age of the pot is a hundred, but now that I look at it, it is still like a year of confusion, just more gray hair and white beard. ”

Hu Gong laughed: "That looks, I still look good!I often think that I am always blinded by the flowers, and I always want to brew that fascination, but no matter what, I can't reach it, I can't brew it." ”

"The oldest drink in this cottage is sixty years old! it was made when I came here, and now... A nail is just ready to open the altar. ”

Hu Gong said this, the body got up, at this time in front of the grass house, Father Xi had already come out with two jars of wine, it was forty years of brewing, and Hu Gong saw it, and hurriedly said: "Old brother, don't want these forty years, these forty years, feed those monkeys, you take two jars of sixty years out." ”

Father Xi was slightly stunned, and said: "These forty years are not small, why should the old brother feed the monkeys, I will put it back and get sixty years." ”

He said this, and the pot shook his head, and thought again: "That's it, leave one jar to feed the monkeys, and the rest of the altar, put it back." ”

Father Creek came and put down the two jars of sixty-year-old wine, and took three more bottles of wine, which looked old, and as for the forty-year-old wine, it had already been taken away by some monkeys.

The clear wine was poured out of the jar, and Li Bichen's nose twitched slightly, even if he didn't drink often, he could understand that this was indeed a good wine that would never be found.

It's not about how much it ages, it's about the aroma of the sake, which is a unique brewing method.

A mouthful of clear water poured into Hao's intestines, and Li Bichen suddenly burst out with a burst of admiration, and said: "Good wine, it is indeed good wine." ”

"It's good wine, but it's a pity, it's not a fairy lead. ”

The pot man held the wine bottle, and drank it in one gulp, and the brook's father drank it in one gulp.

The three of them drank together, the light was shining, and they fell on the green cliff.

The bamboo forest was noisy, and the monkeys outside drank the old wine and began to make a fuss, and at this time, it seemed that the years were quietly passing, and before you knew it, it was already the sun rising, and it was noon.

But in this bamboo forest, the difference between noon and early morning is nothing more than fog.

The three of them drank vigorously, and Li Bichen's amount of alcohol made the two old men startled, that just look at this little Taoist, bottle after bottle, drink inexhaustibly, as if drinking water, then think about what he said before, saying that a river and a river and a sea, it is still too little.

"Massive, really massive!"

Hugong was amazed again and again, at this time, Li Bichen drank another bottle, his eyes turned, and he looked at the copper gourd on Hugong's turn, and smiled: "Hugong's gourd, there has never been wine in it so far?"

"Yes, if you don't brew a fairy lead, any other wine is not worthy of this gourd. ”

The pot man stroked the copper gourd and sighed: "This is the gourd of the fairy family!"

Li Bichen looked at the gourd, in the haze, the gourd seemed to have become a wine jar, the wine jar was very familiar, it was Jiangling Yun's magic soldier.

The wine jar can hold the water of the eight seas, where the water enters the middle, the taste of the wine, this gourd, I'm afraid it's not the same soldier?

Li Bichen thought so, and said to the pot: "Hugong, please lend me this gourd." ”

The pot man did not doubt, of course, he promised, so he took the copper gourd off the crutch and handed it to Li Bichen, and Li Bichen looked at it for a while, and suddenly opened the mouth of the gourd, only to see that the hollow was empty, and Li Bichen suddenly picked up the wine bottle with one finger, and at this time, he poured those sixty-year-old wines into it.

The pot saw Li Bichen's movements, and was about to speak, but at this moment, the intoxicating fragrance suddenly came out of the pot.

Immortal Introduction!

Hugong was stunned, but Li Bichen laughed loudly, at this time he understood everything, and only said in his heart, it turned out that there was no immortal attraction at all, and all the wine was poured into this gourd, even if it was all dust looking for water, it would also turn into fine wine.

Everything must not only look at the surface, this gourd is just a thought.

The pot man's eyes were confused, and the creek father was also shocked by the aroma of this wine, and at this moment, Li Bichen said a word, which hit the heart of the pot gong.

"Hugong, sixty years, the immortal introduction is just an empty talk!"

"But you have already brewed the real Misty Immortal Yin, those Yijiazi wines, the fine wines in the whole grass house, are the Misty Immortal Yin. ”

Li Bichen laughed, at this time, the copper gourd was put down, and the pot man looked at the copper gourd, and he was also suddenly surprised, and laughed.

Fate comes and goes, and fate is in front of you.

"Addicted to the sky in the pot, I don't see the real world, in fact, there is no wine in the pot and there is no sky. ”

Hu Gong said so, and when this word fell, the copper gourd suddenly turned into a streamer and escaped back to his cane, and at the same time, a bright light lit up in the center of his eyebrows.

The pot woke up like a dream, the eyes opened, and then looked forward, only looking at the four directions, where is the figure of the person?