"What do you call your predecessors?" This situation, this sea of clouds and moonlight is the best emotional catalyst, so that Xiao He gave birth to a kind of "deep flowing water meets bosom friend" to a strange little old man, with full of curiosity and excitement about this strange encounter, Xiao He sat next to the little old man unceremoniously, the little old man looked up and got used to the water in a pocket, did not shy away from it, did not ask, stretched out one hand, and handed him the water bag.

Xiao He also took it quite happily, opened the lid and smelled it, a sweet aroma of wine came out, Xiao He was surprised in his heart, this was not the fragrance of the little old man. He tried to take a sip, and the rich aroma of wine filled his mouth and nose, and the wine was just warm, not hot or icy. Since the day before yesterday, he didn't dare to drink as presumptuously as before. Who knows if this guy's wine is just as strong?

"Names are just code names, and if you insist on asking, you don't. The little old man took the water bag and poured it again. When Nan Ling heard this, he turned his head in surprise. He'd heard it, but he couldn't remember who said it. It seems to be said by a very heavy person, in the depths of vague and distant memory.........

Xiao He felt a burst of eagerness in his heart for no reason, as if this familiar sentence reminded him of some emotions, and he retorted: "How can there be no name?"

The little old man didn't expect Xiao He to be so tough, but he insisted on asking, so he smiled and said: "I said Dongpo boy, you really don't have any courtesy, shouldn't you register your number before asking people?"

Xiao He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I'm Xiao He." ”

The little old man leaned up his neck again and poured wine, and murmured in a low voice: "It turned out to be you." ”

Xiao He said curiously: "Senior, what did you just say?" The little old man laughed and said nothing, then handed him the wine, and asked with a smile: "Dongpo boy has a chapter, and poetry is at his fingertips." Can you do something about opera?"

Xiao He was stunned, and couldn't answer half-loudly. He knows the quintessence of the country, but he doesn't know much about it, because he is not interested. Right now, the bright moon is hanging high, the sea of clouds is churning, it is the time to talk about poetry and songs, and spread the swan song of the ages, how should I receive this stubble?

Xiao He crossed his arms and thought about it, whether it is Tang poetry, Song Ci or Yuan song, or the ancient dragon song, fairy music, and magic music thousands of years ago, its essence is a form of expression of art, telling the yearning for a better life of the ancestors of the past generations on the Shenzhou continent for thousands of years, and the understanding and perception of heaven, earth and man, which is the essence and soul of national culture. National feelings are bonds that can be maintained through the ages, as the saying goes, "eternal love", this is the case. If the ancients were placed in the modern era, we would be amazed at the more prosperous and diverse types of art in modern society.......

Xiao He reluctantly forced himself to find something that could be related to opera in his mind, but he really didn't understand anything, and he was afraid that if he talked nonsense, he would ruin his image of "reading poetry and books at his fingertips" in the little old man's heart, so he had an idea, and said profoundly: "Opera? Of course, I understand a little." However, the predecessors did not know that although the quintessence of the ancient dragon country is a classic, it must be combined with the times in order to more fully release the charm of the classics! Over the years, after the baptism and edification of the socialist culture with the characteristics of the ancient dragon country, we have taken its essence and eliminated its dross, brought forth the new, and reformed the old and brought forth the new.

The little old man glanced at him a little strangely, as if he saw through the essence of what he said but did not expose it, and asked in a rather weird manner: "Dongpo boy will say something if he has something." ”

Xiao He smiled, thinking that he had taken the bait, so he asked proudly, "Do seniors know about RAP?"

The little old man smashed his mouth and said expressionlessly: "I know, I like Eminem of the Mirijian Kingdom." ”

Xiao He almost fell off the cliff when he heard this. Good guy, dare to love this little old man is not an isolated old antique, on the contrary, he can keep up with the trend so much, and he actually likes to rap violently and strongly gangsters! He scratched his head embarrassedly, blushed and said, "Senior, you are really a real person, I still want to fool you......"

The little old man laughed, but it made the atmosphere relaxed.

Now, the two had a common topic, and they became acquainted with each other all of a sudden, chatting in the beautiful scenery, talking eloquently, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, which was so comfortable.

About an hour or so passed, after three rounds of drinking, and in the middle of the moon, Xiao He hiccuped: "Senior, now you should tell me, what is so fragrant?"

The little old man smiled mysteriously and said, "Honey." ”

Xiao He was slightly surprised in his heart. This little old man is a honey picker?

Xiao He, a honey picker, had heard of it, and it was a craft that had been lost.

But where there are beautiful mountains and beautiful waters, there will be water and earth gas, lingering with each other, attracting rare and exotic beasts to come to live. Among them is a kind of magical hornet, called tiger head bee. The tiger bee is extremely large and has a poisonous sting on its tail, and it is good at keeping its nest on top of the cliff to protect the young bees and queens. The honey made by the tiger bee is a very precious medicinal material, and its medicinal value is comparable to that of the Tianshan Snow Lotus and the thousand-year-old ginseng. Driven by profits, the industry of honey harvesters was born.

After a hundred years of development, this honey harvesting has become a very particular industry, but because of the over-exploitation of tiger honey, it is not welcomed. In addition, it is too dangerous, and it is sparsely populated. However, there are many rules for honey pickers, such as no more than three honey pots, and must drink salt water with red gloves before collecting honey. There is one of the most characteristic rules for honey harvesting, that is, "the full moon does not climb". As for why the honey cannot be collected on the moonless night, it is probably because the tiger bee will become extremely irritable on the night of the full moon, and the danger factor has increased.

Xiao He looked up at the moon, tonight was the night of the full moon. He was suspicious in his heart, this honey picker did not dare to climb the slope at will, especially on the night of the full moon, otherwise he would either fall to death or be stung to death, why was this little old man so bold, and dared to risk his life on the night of the full moon and run to climb the slope?

Xiao He was about to open his mouth to ask, but the little old man seemed to see his doubts, and diverted the topic: "Dongpo boy came to this Wuji Peak, what do you want?"

The more Xiao He thought about it, the more strange it became, although this guy was dressed simply, his words and deeds were very polite, he was a cultured person, and his personality was rough and arrogant, unlike the outlaws who asked for money and didn't want to die. In addition, tonight is the night of the full moon, and he should not be able to collect honey, does he have any other identity, or is it unspeakable?

Or was he not a honey collector at all, just looking for the nectar of the tiger bee?

I'm afraid there is some story that is inconvenient to know.

Thinking in his heart, Xiao He replied: "Come and play." ”

The little old man gave him a strange look in his eyes, as if he had seen through his lie, smiled, and took a big sip of wine by the moonlight. At this time, Xiao He noticed a strange thing, from just now to now, the two of them are afraid that they have drunk more than a dozen sips, why don't they see this wine bag empty?

Xiao He held back the strangeness in his heart and decided to start with the initial question. He asked tentatively, "Senior, what is this...... But the honey of the tiger bee?"