This five-leap pavilion into a "back" word, the middle below is a courtyard, is the place where he came in yesterday, and the courtyard has a roof, there are roses on the top to climb, but also cover the scene of the exchange of day and day, on the side are a loft, and this attic when he got up when the fat man got up, there is a window on the inside, and the outside is a wall.

If no one told him the time, Mao Zhenhuang would not be able to distinguish between the four seasons and the change of day and night when he stayed here.

"Don't stop me, our family has to get out of your demon cave today?"

A rough croaking sound interrupted Mao Zhenhuang, who was a little stunned.

Looking down, Mao Zhenhuang's expression was a little dignified.

Hui An!

This person hasn't even left this young celestial division.

"Immortal Master! At this time, it is morning and dusk, and it is dangerous to be in this swinging light, and if you go out, you will be worried about your life. ”

Yesterday, the woman in red named Ju Nu pulled at the bald head Hui'an, where did she think of Hui'an's stroking hand, directly threw her to the ground, and strode towards the door, without any pity for the jade.

Mao Zhenhuang knew that this person should have made an appointment with the old bald head, and he must be in a hurry.

"Don't stop it, our Shao Tiansi is not only allowed to enter but not to leave, if you tell him well, let him go, life and death are your own. ”

The sound is very clear, like spring water, trickling, not soft, not coquettish, like an empty valley orchid.

After Mao Zhenhuang glanced at Hui'an, he turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from.

Inside the red curtain!

It's also the one who dances the drums and shadows.

"Alas, I think I, Helian Chacha, have been here for fifteen days, and Fairy Yaoyi has not said a word to her except for singing with me, but I didn't expect to go to a reckless man today, but I, Helian, am very apprehensive here. ”

The man in white with his hair stroking the qin stopped his hand, shook his head and sighed when he said to the red tent.

The piano stopped and the drums stopped, and after a while, a heavenly sound came from within the red tent.

"How about Yaoyi dancing alone for her son?"

"Haha~~ Very good, very good, I don't know that Pei Legu's "Flying Immortal" can be danced?"

"Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a soft sound of the waist drum.

Dance!

......

Mao Zhenhuang was not in the mood to watch the dance, but looked at the man named Helian Chacha twice.

This white-faced scholar who seems to be "courting" to the Oiran in the Qinglou of Dunyang City is not simple.

Because the white robe that the other party was wearing was the sect uniform of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect!

You can see where this person came from.

For this kind of large sect, building a foundation is the threshold, and the person in front of him doesn't know which layer of foundation building and cultivation the other party is.

"How did this person end up here?"

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head to the light clothes beside him and said.

The Mixed Yuan Sword Sect is not ordinarily far away from the Great Liang Kingdom, and the Shu Kingdom in the western part of the Central Continent is their sphere of influence, and the appearance of a person from the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect in this land is no rarer than seeing an old monster who has cultivated above the god transformation stage.

Qingyi looked up at Mao Zhenhuang and said curiously: "You don't know that this person is still here to step on the mountain?"

"Do you need to know this person?"

Mao Zhenhuang was even more surprised than her, when did she need to know a person's name when she walked into the Jedi.

"It seems that you really stepped on the mountain, unlike the group of people down there. ”

"How?"

Mao Zhenhuang glanced down, the soldiers, the monks of the Five Sects, and the Mingzhao Sect, everyone had them, and they were drinking and having fun.

"His name is Helian Chacha, the rotation of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect in Dangmang, the position is the supervisor of the mountain gate of Dangmang Mountain, if he doesn't let him go, our Shaotiansi will not dare to open the mountain gate here. ”

"You mean to say that there are guards in all the sects on this Dangmang Mountain?"

Mao Zhenhuang was stunned after hearing this, and the impact of this sentence on him was a bit big.

In fact, it was only because he had been squatting in the rotten fields in the northwest for too long, and he knew very little about this kind of secret that only the upper sect could know.

"Otherwise, not only the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect, but also the Youwei and Huayang Heavenly Sect all have great powers to take turns to guard here, in order to not be in danger of the world, but the world still recognizes that there are treasures here, and those who step on this place do not know how many mortals, and our Shaotian Division Master is compassionate and compassionate, and he can't bear to be blinded by rumors, and he will open the mountain gate here, and if he can block a few, it can be regarded as accumulating a blessing for the immortal cultivation world. ”

"Haha~~ Fat man, I'm also the one who was blocked by you?"

When Mao Zhenhuang laughed out loud after listening to the other party's words, the pair of fat paws had already picked up the other party's pointed jaws.

"No, Fat Langjun doesn't know anything, and he is blessed to enter our Shaotiansi by mistake. ”

Qingyi is very good at observing words and feelings, looking at Mao Zhenhuang's movements, leaning over and raising his foot to Mao Zhenhuang's big mouth is a fragrant light peck.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who had a fragrant tongue in his mouth, was not idle, and said to Qingyi with a whimper: "Inside the red curtain tent is your master?"

"If not, Fat Langjun, you say, we are a small broken sect, who else can have that identity to make the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect so infatuated?"

Mao Zhenhuang's hand is very honest today, but Qingyi's hand is not honest, and when he said this, the pair of Rouyi had already walked around the bear's body.

"Hongchen is romantic, it's still early, how about we go down and sit down and drink and watch your master's fairy dance?"

Rou Yi leaned down to his waist, Mao Zhenhuang didn't let these two greedy snakes even go away, the pig's trotters went up and directly grabbed them in his hands and rubbed them, and whispered in his ear is a word.

"How dare you disobey your fate!"

Seeing that it didn't succeed, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in the "affectionate" eyes of the light clothes, and he took out his hands and led Mao Zhenhuang downstairs.

There are beautiful women in the southern country, dancing lightly with green waists.

The feast is in the autumn twilight, and the clouds and rain are flying.

It is as graceful as a dragon and as graceful as a dragon.

.......

This young celestial master named Yaoyi is beating drums and shadows through the red veil, but it is also very beautiful!

Drinking the wine that Qingyi poured for him, Mao Zhenhuang looked at the other party's long dance, and somehow remembered this poem in his heart, and was unconsciously poured six cups by the little goblin in front of him.

"Leisurely and soft, wonderful, Xiuyi dance exercises to show their hearts, galloping alone and showing the secluded, as if aiming at the high mountains and the momentum of the tower, more like the intention of dancing in the flowing water. Helian admires the fairy dance here!"

With Helian Chacha's applause, the applause in this delicate courtyard suddenly erupted, and it was all a cheer.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who was already a little dazed, also sang and drank, and glanced around.

There is no Zhai Lao Liu!

Not yesterday, not today, that can only mean that the old bald head is not here.

"Yiren, where is the latrine?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the master who thanked him after the dance, turned his head to the light clothes and said a word.

"My fat man has only drunk these few cups, why is he so eager to escape the toilet?"

Qingyi looked at Mao Zhenhuang, and a warm anger flashed between those eyes, but it was fleeting.

The two of them sat here, that is, between a dance, Mao Zhenhuang, the dead fat man, actually drank only six cups, and unconsciously poured her ten cups, and she hadn't escaped the toilet, but the dead fat man wanted to go first.

The fat man couldn't hold it back, and whispered to her with a smile: "When I got up, I held it back until now!"

"Giggle~~ The left hand has passed the hand verandah, at the end of the corner road, Fat Lang Jun go back quickly. ”

"Absolutely fast!"

After Mao Zhenhuang said a word, he got up and walked towards the place he said, and when he saw it, he entered the Yong Road.

He shook his head vigorously and looked back, and after making sure that he didn't follow, Mao Zhenhuang took a hard breath and walked quickly towards the toilet.

After arriving at the toilet, Mao Zhenhuang's footsteps have been completely vain, and the wine is even stronger, and his head begins to explode, if he pours two cups into his stomach, it is estimated that the degree is not much different from yesterday.

Seeing that there was no one in the toilet, Mao Zhenhuang picked up the manure tank and began to vomit wildly, until he felt that his bile was about to vomit out, and he took out the wine gourd from behind his waist and opened his mouth to pour it, and then urged his throat to vomit again, and so on three times, Mao Zhenhuang felt that his soul was clear.

"Into the fuck! I thought that the mold that had been poured for more than ten years finally hit the big luck and entered the Shaotian Division, who would have thought that it was actually a demon cave, thank you, my cheap old man who turned into ashes. ”

Looking at the blackened silver gourd in his hand, Mao Zhenhuang muttered for a while, and then opened his mouth to give it a snort.

This is not a silver gourd, the inner tank is a magic vessel carved from ginger wood for four or five hundred years, but the outside is framed with a layer of wrong silver.

And the framing is not bad, and a poem is engraved under the gourd.

Xiuyue Hengtang ten miles of incense, the water splash is quiet in the evening.

The rouge snow is thin and sinks into the water, and the jade plate is high and glow-in-the-dark.

The mountains are far away, the moon wavelength, and the twilight clouds and autumn shadows dip in Xiaoxiang.

The drunken soul should chase the dream of Lingbo, and pay the west wind for this cool night.

Ginger wood is rare, but wood ginger is all over the mountain, a kind of hangover medicine primer, also ginger seeds, usually with vinegar for drunk people have a miraculous effect.

And ginger wood is not a tree for a hundred years, and it is relatively rare to be on it for four or five hundred years, but there are still dozens of roots like Guanlou Sect.

And this kind of thing is a garbage in the hands of any monk in the foundation building period, and it will not be used to make a wine gourd, and the wine contained in this wood will end up being bland water with only the smell of wine.

Wang Daoning mixed water into the wine, in fact, it did not affect the taste of his Mao Zhenhuang drinking "water" at all, but the taste was fragrant and light.

This thing is also a treasure in his hands Mao Zhenhuang, nothing to do as a "water" gourd, something to borrow its magic weapon function, as a Sumeru space storage.

This is the only relic left to him by his dead father, so he hung it on his body as a treasure, but saved him today, which was something that the fat man never expected.

"Dead goblin, fat man, I'm not drunk today, look at how I toss you and let you smoke my life for a year. ”

Mao Zhenhuang put away his baby, cleaned up the pickles he had just vomited, and then said ruthlessly, pretending to be floating and holding on to the wall and walked out of the toilet.