Along the road when Xiao Dao was escorted, go out, and go through a large primeval jungle, Xiao Dao doesn't know how with Zhu Laosan and the three of them who are born at the level of how they can escort him all the way without encountering a fierce beast, maybe it's really luck.

But Xiao Dao doesn't know if he will encounter fierce beasts when he goes back with Qianguxiu, and if he really encounters some high-level fierce beasts, I don't know if he will be so relaxed. The knife thought and glanced at the eternal show who was walking in front.

This eternal show, holding a wine gourd in one hand, pouring wine into his mouth, waving with one hand, walking with a fluttering step, as if dancing with the wind, and not taking into account the feeling of the knife behind him, he kept singing in front of him:

I am also good at singing and drinking, singing with beautiful women and drinking with friends. Geyi Kansai copper plate, wine should go straight into eighteen buckets.

The swaying long street is smiling, and I am a traveler in Chang'an. The buildings are jagged and lost, and the walkers are in a hurry who is with the group.

Fortunately, there are essays and poems, and the feelings of the sparse are known. Negative qi climbs the stairs and walks wildly, and every time it is laughed at by tourists.

Fortunately, Haoran bowed together, and gently dialed and deducted from joy. In July, there was a sleepless night, and he sighed to the screen.

Fortunately, there are colorful clouds and fragrant mountains, and the laurels of Lanshang travel to the immortals, saying that there are many interesting things about the red dust, and the laughter alarms the nine heavens.

Fortunately, Xiaoyan can play the piano, and the jade onion fingers the pomegranate skirt. It stops like a high mountain and flows like water, and the flowing water traces back to the peach blossom forest.

The beauty in red and the friend in white are singing and drinking together. The world says that I love Chang'an, but in fact, I only love Chang'an.

The song of the ancient show was heroic, and the weak birds and beasts in the jungle were scattered - but they had never been so sad as Zhu Laosan to be pulled into bird.

In just two days, Xiaodao has seen him look into the distance in a daze, seen him cold when he kills, has seen him look like a madman, has seen him laugh like a child when he catches a fire rabbit for dinner in a trap he has set up, and has also seen him laugh like a child when he catches a fire rabbit for dinner, and he has also seen him stupid when he is a road idiot. In just a few days, the performance of the eternal show constantly refreshed the knife's understanding of him.

It's just that this song sounds quite a story, Xiaodao thought to himself.

After singing a song, Qianguxiu floated to the knife, threw the wine gourd to the knife, and shouted: "Brother accompany me to drink, your muffled gourd is really too boring, not as good as my wine gourd, not as good as my wine gourd, not as good!"

Xiaodao took the wine gourd, still silent, and glanced at Qianguxiu lightly, but he didn't object to Qianguxiu calling him brother, and he also drank the wine in a big gulp. This wine gourd for thousands of years is like wine in it, no matter how you drink it, you can't finish it.

Xiaodao remembers, last time he said that this wine was drunk by a woman, and Qiangu said that he didn't understand wine, what is this wine called, it seems to be called Chang Xiang Yi. Eternals told him the story of this wine, and Eternals always had many stories, and he said that he was very talkative, and it was true.

Eternal said, this wine, called the appearance of memory, is made by the people of Kyoto, is a woman who admires her brother, the woman once gave the brother a bag of incense symbolizing love, but was rejected by the brother, after the brother was jealous, was plotted, the woman did not leave, all day long, in order to save the sweetheart, after the brother was wronged, the brother felt deeply, the name of the wine was remembered, but with the woman said: The woman is very good, I am not a good person. The woman laughed and drank all the memories of her appearance, and burned the incense and never saw it again. After a few months, the senior brother went down the mountain to practice, and the old disease recurred and died. The woman sacrificed to the spirit, and offered wine next to the spiritual seat in front of the hall of the senior brother and friend, and asked, saying, this wine is called Changxiang Memory, and the senior brother brewed it to give it to his sweetheart. It's just that the senior brother knew that he had been plotted by someone, suffered a heavy blow, and feared that his life would not be long in coming, so he never said it. The woman drank it all, practiced hard, and slaughtered all the people who plotted against her brother. Committed suicide in front of his brother's grave with wine.

At that time, the knife wanted to ask why this wine was obtained through the ages, but the ages were so drunk that they fell asleep. Since then, the knife has never mentioned this wine, and it was drunk by the woman's family.

Today, the eternal drinking and singing together, I don't know what the story is. Knife gulped down his wine, waiting for the ages to tell some strange stories. Qiangu was a little drunk and staggered, and suddenly opened his arms, as if to take this world into his arms, whistled softly, and said with a smile: "Drunk when you sing the song of the wind, the knife you stuffy gourd and listen to me!"

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying! Weijia is returning to his hometown in the sea! Ande warriors are guarding the Quartet!"

The knife was a little surprised, and he could feel the domineering spirit of this poem, but he could also feel a strong worry and melancholy. Looking at the back of Qianguxiu, the wind blew his clothes, blew his hair, indescribably arrogant, and the knife was also drunk. Run up and yell like crazy with the ages.

"My name is Knife! I have no family! I am an orphan! I don't want to be bullied anymore! I want to be stronger!"

The performance of the knife made Qianguxiu a little stunned - I'm crazy when I'm crazy, what are you doing with me.

The knife suddenly turned around, staring at Qianguxiu with red eyes, staring at Qianguxiu with some hairs standing on end, and the wine was awake for three minutes, so he hurriedly waved his hand back, and said in a panic: "Hey, hey, brother, don't look at me with such eyes, I'm not glass." ”

Xiaodao didn't know what the glass meant, just stared at Qianguxiu, and said seriously: "You call me brother, you are my brother, my name is Xiaodao, we will be together in the future, if you recognize me, I will be your knife!"

"Damn, we're together, I don't have a habit of breaking sleeves, don't look at me like that, I'm almost suspicious of your sexuality. Qianguxiu was stared at by the knife a little hairy, and her body involuntarily retracted.

"Damn, where do you want to go, I mean we will be inseparable brothers in the future, don't think so crooked. Xiao Dao said helplessly, he was a little confused in his heart, he expressed his chest with the strength of wine, but the answer of the ages seemed to be a polite refusal.

"You said it earlier, what do you say about being together or something, I'm a little scared. Qianguxiu smiled, but suddenly said: "Brother is brother, how can anyone use brother as a knife, isn't this to trap me in injustice, come on, you and I drink this wine together, in the future, we will be brothers." ”

The knife choked a little, and took the wine handed over by Qianguxiu, as if the snow met the sun, and some of the confinements in his heart began to melt, well, warm.

"Okay, drink this wine together, and from now on, we will be brothers!"