Under the kind invitation of several juniors, Xiao He and them walked into a quiet elegant garden, where some exquisite drinks and meals had already been prepared, and they were still steaming. Xiao He's appetite has been surprisingly good since he was washed by the cold jade qi Yi Ching, and his digestion ability is not bad, he didn't eat anything except ice cream for a day, and the disciples of the outer sect were not polite, so he sat down and enjoyed it.

During the feast, everyone pushed the glass and changed the glass, and talked about the wine. This Kunlun wine is not estimated to be ordinary, it does not taste as spicy as the wine in the mortal world, nor does it burn the stomach, it is sweet and silky, warm, warm as jade, and the taste is smooth. Unconsciously, Xiao He drank a lot of cups after cups, but he didn't feel drunk at all, but his mouth was full of food, he was in a happy mood, his whole body exuded heat, his face was crimson, and his pores seemed to be open, which was very comfortable.

After the introduction, Xiao He had already met these disciples outside the sect.

Most of them were outstanding disciples selected by some small sects, or some scattered cultivators between heaven and earth, and one or two were monks who cultivated and transformed other beings. Although it can be said that they come from all over the world, they are all for a common purpose: immortality and immortality. In terms of strength, in fact, Xiao He is the weakest here, but the disciples don't know it, or they don't think so, because after three rounds of drinking, everyone talks very happily, and there is no longer the estrangement when they first met, narrowing the distance between each other, and establishing a good friendship.

For them, it is probably unimaginable that they can drink and have fun with a named disciple under the moon. Although there is no strict prohibition on the disciples of different levels to strictly prohibit contact, the distance between people's hearts is often more hurtful than the rules written in black and white, although the high-level disciples will not look down on the low-level disciples in the spirit of friendship, but they will not take it seriously. Pressure and low self-esteem are often given by oneself, so there is almost no interaction between high-level disciples and low-level disciples, which is a tacit matter for everyone.

People of any class do whatever class of things, fulfill their duties, abide by their duties, and never cross the line, which is regarded as a tacit moral code in the Kunlun sect. But tonight is different, under the bright moon, everyone drinks and talks, just classmates and teenagers, scholarly spirit, pointing out the country, passionate words, there are no so-called barriers on weekdays. Perhaps it was Xiao He's unexpected coming, and his own approachable atmosphere as a mortal, coupled with the fact that the disciples were grateful to him for being so "close to the people", so the atmosphere was very harmonious. But when you think about it, it's a good thing for him, isn't it?

Everyone saw that Xiao He raised his glass again and again but was not drunk, and they all sighed that Senior Brother Xiao had a good amount of alcohol. The amount of alcohol is a thing, and if you drink it once, it will rise a little, and if you don't drink it, it will go back faster, so those who are not drunk with a thousand glasses often don't leave their bodies. Perhaps it was the last time I drank a glass of true immortal wine that became famous throughout the new immortal world, which completely expanded the "wine cells" on Xiao He's body, and when he drank again, he had a little confidence to compete with others.

"Senior Brother Xiao doesn't know, this is the Taihe dragon fetus natural wine I asked for from the palace keepers of Daqing Luan Peak, it is the natural formation of the dragon fetus, but it is a rare good wine! Legend has it that if you drink a drop, you can become a 'real person' for three days, but it took me a lot of old nose to get it..... A man who had already drunk a little and his eyes were a little foggy unceremoniously put on Xiao He's shoulder and said with a mouthful of wine.

Another man drooped his drunken eyelids and said with a smile: "Hehehe, you are not a bastard, so to put it this way, Lao Tzu has drunk so much, isn't he going to fly straight to the sky and become a second-class disciple?"

There was a burst of laughter, and everyone was smiling, so lively.

A group of people waited in this white moonlit elegant garden to talk and laugh loudly until the second half of the night. The sky is full of stars, and the snow is white. Under the peach tree in the Grace Garden lay a delicate brown white-spotted deer, and seeing that the drunkards had drunk until midnight and refused to rest, it seemed that they could not stand the noise, shook their heads and stood up, and walked out of the door in a graceful manner, and found another place to sleep. The night breeze slowly stirred the woods, bringing the gentle aroma of wine, causing the owls looking at the moon on the branches to turn their round eyes and tilt their heads to look at them curiously.

This night, Xiao He was very happy.

He looked at the smiling faces of the people around him who were flushed with wine, and felt a burst of warmth. When he first arrived in a strange new environment, he was able to receive such a reception, and he gradually relaxed his guard against the surrounding environment, and had a good impression of this cold place.

Xiao He is a very strange person, he has a problem that he considers to be very abnormal, or a problem.

That is, if you drink some alcohol, the questions and thoughts hidden in your mind will come out all at once, and they will always hover in your mind. After drinking, he will become a philosopher, and he will pass by thinking about it on a daily basis, and the problems that he does not delve into will be constantly recalled in his mind like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

For example, when he is drunk, he often asks himself what is the meaning of life after living so long, what is he going to do in the future, how long can such a happy good time last, and so on, and then he turns from comfortable happiness to a kind of confusion of loss and pain.

He consciously put it bluntly, it is actually hypocrisy, but the root cause is because of the influence of family reasons when he was a child. He hardly saw his parents, and he and his grandmother guarded an empty and gloomy mansion for their lives. Although his grandmother treated him well, he was still very rebellious. The young man's heart will always exaggerate some negative emotions, and over time, it will lead to his stubborn character of suffering from gains and losses and insecurity when he grows up. On weekdays, it's okay, but once you have the catalyst of alcohol, everything becomes violent.

Now, he has started a new journey in his life, sending people under the fence, the future is uncertain, the road is vast, and there are no relatives. The depression and confusion in his heart were about to come out, making him eager to grab the people around him and ask him for pleasure.

He felt that his head was not very clear, and he continued to drink, afraid that he would make a joke and lose people. So he poured out the remnants of the wine in the pot, lifted the cup, said some words, and ended the scene with the expressions of the people who were still not satisfied.

Looking up, it's late at night. In short, I am very happy today, and the people I met are not bad. Then he smiled and sighed that he had to take a shower when he went back, and he was afraid that he would have to wash until dawn.

Carrying the moonlight and starlight all over the ground, Xiao He swayed and hummed a little song, and walked back happily. Before returning to his room, Xiao He saw a little starlight from a distance. Bright and shining, yellow-orange-orange ground, like a lonely lamp in the dark.

Which night owl hasn't slept yet?

He reacted for a moment, squinting his eyes and burping awkwardly from the front of the row of disciples living in front of the house, one ....... two....... hiccups ....... three...... Wait, isn't it your own house with the lights on!

Xiao He was suddenly startled and sobered up a little, but he still felt that the world was spinning, and his heels were weak when he walked. Who, who's in their own house? Isn't it Iris? No, it shouldn't be her, she won't be stupid enough to come every day, she must have come yesterday because she found something, otherwise how could she come here in the middle of the night?

Thinking of Gu Yuan's expression yesterday, Xiao He was a little angry, looking high-minded, pretending to sympathize with me, why is he so arrogant? Duan 14 and Wu Yong, who are also immortal cultivators, are very down-to-earth. Then he remembered Wu Yong, that mysterious and eccentric guy, did he deliberately embarrass him because he couldn't stand the stinky temper of the elder named Zhichuan?

No, it's not her, she and Lingyi went back to Jiuyi's headquarters in the mortal world yesterday. Who could that be? How can so many people like to go in without saying hello......

With his mind in a mess, Xiao He quickened his pace and hurried towards the lonely lamp in the night.