A group of people came out of Haichao Town, walked and rested, talked and laughed, and did not arrive at Longmatan until noon the next day.

Longma Pond is a pool of water that is not too big, and the spring water is turquoise like a piece of finely carved jade. The green bamboo on the edge of the pond avoids the sky, and the poetry is indescribable.

Looking at this pond of water, Hu Yan felt a lot of emotion in his heart, such a beautiful day, if there is a pot of good wine that is "still delicious", it will complement each other.

Zhuang Bai seemed to have a good heart with Hu Yan, took out a wine gourd from the Qiankun bag, took a sip, handed it to Hu Yan and said, "How about it, don't you want to drink another sip at this moment?"

Hu Yan smiled, he didn't expect Zhuang Bai to understand his own mind. Take the wine gourd and drink it lightly. Although he only took a small sip, it was still so spicy that he stuck out his tongue. For Hu Yan, wine is just a thing to suit the situation, and it is only a matter of taste.

Zhuang Bai was in a good mood, snatched the wine gourd, poured two sips, and sighed: "The drunkard's intention is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers." At this moment, I can finally understand the artistic conception of the drunkard. ”

Hu Yan has never been to a private school, although he also knows a few words and "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of frost on the ground", but he has not learned everything. At this moment, I listened to Zhuang Bai chanting poems with great interest. Naturally, I don't know whose test it is, and I don't know who the drunkard is, but I also feel the same way and understand the general meaning of this poem.

"Senior brother, you're so interested. Jin Ning'er glared at Zhuang Bai angrily, snatched the wine gourd from Zhuang Bai's hand, poured a sip, pointed to a bamboo house by Longma Pond and said: "The wine is sleepy, the road is long, and the people are thirsty for tea, knock on the door and ask the savage." ”

Zhuang Bai and Jin Ning'er, you say a word, which makes the nonsense a little uncomfortable, Zhuang Bai's poems are empathetic and can still be understood, but Jin Ning'er's poems, nonsense is at a loss.

Seeing Hu Yan's stunned appearance, Zhuang Bai patted Hu Yan's arm and said, "This girl is probably thirsty, and she wants to go to the bamboo house to ask for some tea to quench her thirst!"

"I'm feeling a little thirsty too!" Hu Yan was a little embarrassed and glanced at the bamboo house from afar.

"Let's go, let's go over and have a look. Zhuang Bai nodded, shook the wine gourd in his hand, hummed a tune, and took the lead in walking towards the grass house.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by, and before Zhuang Bai could react, he found that his hand was already empty, and the wine gourd was gone.

"Who ......" Zhuang Bai's heart sank, and the long sword roared, and it had already fallen into his hand from behind.

"A good fragrant wine must be a mellow koji of 'Shang Taste'. At this time, from under the green bamboo by the pond, an old voice came. Then came the sound of drinking: "Tsk...... It's really good wine!"

Zhuang Bai scolded secretly and stepped forward with his sword, but saw an old man wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod by the pool, shaking with an empty wine gourd, and behind him there was a monkey head with grinning teeth.

"It's a pity that it's too little, but it's not enjoyable. Little monkey, return this gourd to others. The old man threw the wine gourd in his hand behind him, and the monkey head flew up, took the wine gourd in the air into his arms, shook the wine gourd in his hand with his mouth open, and found that he couldn't even pour a drop of wine out of it, and squeaked twice in dissatisfaction, and slammed away, and his figure disappeared abruptly.

When he looked at it again, the monkey head appeared in front of Zhuang Bai. Seeing Zhuang Bai holding a long sword, his face was full of anger, and he didn't dare to move too closely, so he threw the wine gourd towards Zhuang Bai, and turned into an afterimage again and returned to the old man's side.

"Who are you who dare to snatch my wine gourd?" Zhuang Bai grabbed the wine gourd thrown back by the monkey, crossed the long sword in his hand, and looked at the old man on the shore angrily, if he couldn't tell the reason, this long sword could take his life at any time.

"When you sing about wine, what is life? For example, the morning dew, the past day is bitter. How to solve the worries, only Du Kang. Such a good wine, why should you drink it alone. What's the point of rewarding the little old man, why bother. The old man laughed and said without looking back.

Hu Yan listened to another poem, and couldn't help but feel a little big. But it doesn't hurt, but this old man said that the robbery was so fresh and refined, which was a bit unexpected to him.

When Zhuang Bai heard this, he was immediately furious, and pointed his long sword at the old man and scolded: "I have never seen such a brazen person. ”

Hu Yan pulled Zhuang Bai and persuaded: "Brother Zhuang, forget it, isn't it just a sip of wine, just drink it." It's not a big deal, and besides, aren't there two more pots?"

When he left Haichao Town yesterday, Zhuang Bai specially asked Xiao Er to fill him with three gourds of sweet and mellow koji for emergencies. This wine is very mellow, Zhuang Bai is not very reluctant to drink, today I saw the beautiful scenery of this Longma Pond, and then took it out to respond to the scene. Unexpectedly, he was robbed in a blink of an eye, and he was drunk.

If it were something else, maybe Zhuang Bai wouldn't care so much, but for wine, it was Zhuang Bai's lifeblood, and it was okay for people who were familiar with him to take a sip, but now the old man in front of him was not familiar with each other, and he was so shameless. Even the calm and solemn Zhuang Bai on weekdays can't bear it.

"Hey, little friend, do you still have a sweet mellow song? Come on, take it out and drink it with the little old man!" Hearing Hu Yan's words, the old man turned his head sharply and stared at Hu Yan with a look of excitement on his face. The old man was a little sloppy, his beard was long and messy, and his eyes were staring at Hu Yan with red fruits, looking very similar to the appearance of a dart man when he saw a beautiful woman.

"No, I didn't ......" Hu Yan was furious at the old man's gaze, he took a step back, shook his head vigorously, and even his tongue was knotted.

"Hey, why are you so shameless, old man. Wuqiu couldn't look at it a little, and scolded angrily.

"Don't repair for the old who don't respect the old. Jin Ning'er pointed at the old man's nose and scolded: "It's not enough to grab one gourd, do you want to grab others?"

was surrounded and scolded, even if the old man was thick-skinned, he was embarrassed to move again**, and said with a sneer: "That's it, if you don't give it, you won't give it, why are you so fierce." As he spoke, he raised the rod again, re-attached the bait, and threw it vigorously into the pool.

"Hey, you haven't answered me yet, who are you?" Zhuang Bai was already a little embarrassed by the rudeness of this old man. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he would draw his sword at any moment.

Creak!

At this moment, the monkey head who was squatting on the side suddenly rushed to Zhuang Bai and protected the old man with his teeth and claws.

"Forget it, it's a big deal. Brother Zhuang, let's go. Hu Yan always felt that this old man was a little unusual, anyway, it was not a big deal, and he didn't want to make things out of control, so he pulled Zhuang Bai.

Zhuang Bai is angry, he can listen to persuasion, and he has to ask the old man to give an explanation.

It didn't take long for the old man, who had been silent, suddenly his face moved, his right hand shook, and a big fresh carp jumped out of the water with the trembling of the fishing rod.

The old man grabbed the carp, skillfully removed the hook, threw the fish into the bamboo basket in front of him, looked back at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "I wonder if you have ever heard of the fallen fairy?"

"Fallen Immortal!?" Hu Yan naturally remembered the name vividly. Isn't that the immortal who has attained the Tao in the legend of Longmatan?

"Could it be that you are a down-and-out immortal?" Hu Yan was shocked in his heart, and looked at the sloppy old man in front of him in disbelief, how could he connect with an immortal who had gotten. Speaking of which, his master is a crane-haired child, and the fairy wind bones look more immortal than the old man in front of him.

The old man smiled slightly, and was noncommittal. Lifting the bamboo basket placed at his feet, he said in a deep voice: "Today's harvest is good, I caught a big fish, if you don't dislike it, you can go to my humble house to talk about it, and it is also comfortable to pour wine and talk." ”

Hu Yan glanced at Zhuang Bai hesitantly.

Zhuang Bai nodded and said, "I want to see what kind of medicine is sold in your old man's gourd." ”

The corners of the old man's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes glanced at the Qiankun bag on Zhuang Bai's waist intentionally or unintentionally: "My wine gourd is empty, but I know what your wine gourd contains." ”

Hearing this, Jin Ning'er on the side pouted and said, "Senior brother, this old man is still worried about your wine!"

Zhuang Bai patted the Qiankun bag hanging on his waist, and said with a sneer: "Good wine is in the Qiankun bag, if you have the ability, just come and grab it." ”

The old man smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze from the Qiankun bag on Zhuang Bai's waist, and walked towards the bamboo house not far away without looking back.

"Senior brother, shall we go?" Seeing the old man walking away, Jin Ning'er asked hesitantly.

"Go, why don't you go, after drinking so much of my wine, we have to go to his house to drink some tea and eat something to compensate. Zhuang Bai glanced at the old man's back and said viciously.

"Okay, I happen to be thirsty too. Jin Ning'er grinned, pulled Ziling and ran along the path by the pool.

"Brother Zhuang, we have to be careful. In case this old man is really a down-and-out immortal, if we do it, we may not be his opponents. Hu Yan saw that Zhuang Bai was angry and reminded.

Zhuang Bai waved his hand and said, "What are you afraid of, even if you are an immortal who has attained the Tao, can an immortal snatch someone else's wine?"

Seeing Zhuang Bai like this, Hu Yan felt a little helpless in his heart, this guy is good anywhere, but he can't put a word of wine in his heart, and now the old man has snatched his wine to drink, it is simply a tiger's mouth, and the tiger plucks the hair on his head. Even if he is really an enlightened immortal, Zhuang Bai has to be on a bar with him.

"That's it, in that case, let's go. Hu Yan shook his head helplessly and patted Zhuang Bai on his head.

"Go ......"

The bamboo house is elegantly repaired, a few thick timbers hold the whole bamboo house above the pool, bridges, railings, are made of bamboo. Even the tables, chairs, cups and pans in the bamboo house are all made of bamboo.

Everyone didn't expect that the somewhat sloppy old man in front of them would be so leisurely and elegant.