"Falsehood is falsehood after all, even if it is purified with spiritual power, you can only get the smell of the original wine, and you can't do the cellaring of the years. ”

Zhou Bai sighed, and the wine like a dragon slowly flowed into the altar, and the pot poured a glass of water. Suddenly, a white palm reached by the side and snatched the wine jar that was placed in the corner of the table.

I saw Xiaobai's face surprised, picked up the wine jar and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, the deep taste of wine was not revealed, lingering in his nose, with a wine smell far beyond the spirits of southern Xinjiang.

The wine that she had never seen before made Xiaobai show a hint of intoxication, and then she raised her hands, put the wine jar to her mouth, and drank it in a big gulp.

On the neck as white as jade, there are amber-like water marks, and the aroma of wine is overflowing.

The soaked hair was close to the skin, and Xiaobai brushed it away without care. Raising her head, her soft eyes slanted at Zhou Bai, squinted slightly, and the blush on her face gradually became thicker, almost as if it was coming out of her fair skin. There are also those eyes that are like water, as if they are about to be revealed, which makes people feel fascinated at a glance.

Zhou Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the water in his hand, and glanced out the window.

"What kind of wine is this?"

When Zhou Bai came back to his senses, Xiao Bai had already drunk his imitation of 'story wine', and looked at Zhou Bai intently as if water was about to drip from his eyes.

The wine is flattering, and the people are as beautiful as flowers.

I have to say that at this moment, Zhou Bai's heart moved.

People who are not free yearn for freedom the most.

People who are deeply trapped in the rules are most sought after by rebellion.

People who have experienced wind and frost want peace more than anything.

However, he is a person who is deeply trapped in the rules and cannot be free. After a moment's heartbeat, Zhou Bai's eyes regained calm, thought for a while and replied, "Good wine." ”

This is not the 'story wine' that Du Qingxi brewed for Gu Xi, but the 'fake wine' that he recalled the original taste here and simulated with spiritual power.

Wine is good wine, but there is no story in it.

"Good wine, of course. Xiaobai glanced at Zhou Bai dissatisfied, and said coquettishly, "I don't want to say it, but this wine tastes good, I like it very much." ”

Zhou Bai nodded and smiled, "Me too." ”

The wine jar in front of Xiaobai flew out of thin air, the wine was like a line, rolling back and forth in the air, countless spiritual qi were combined, and the clear and transparent wine gradually took on a faint amber color, and in Xiaobai's expectant gaze, it returned to the wine jar.

Xiao Bai wanted to get up and take over the wine jar, but he didn't find that he was already a little drunk, his body shook slightly, and he staggered and leaned on Zhou Bai's shoulder, his hair hanging lightly, sweeping Zhou Bai's cheeks.

Zhou Bai subconsciously avoided it, turned his head to look at Xiao Bai, and was momentarily stunned.

Raise your head, raise your hands, and drink!

The style of drinking is also peerless and charming!

At this moment, her face was already red, and even her fair neck and even a little bit of chest skin were faintly red.

As early as when Zhou Bai mixed the 'story wine', everyone in the store noticed this strange pair of men and women, and now at this time, the people who mix in the tavern are all good wine people, although they have not tasted the 'story wine', but with the deep and rich aroma of the wine, they can feel that the strength of this wine must be on the spirits they drink on weekdays.

Because the two of them are not ordinary people, no one stepped forward to talk, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Xiaobai drank a jar again, finally, Xiaobai drank the last sip of spirits, threw the jar away, and her eyes seemed to be unable to open, and then she smiled with a red face, with a lazy expression, leaning on Zhou Bai's shoulder, and leaning forward.

It seems that the wine is on the head, the snow-white teeth gently bite the lower lip, and the breathing is gradually heavy, but the eyes are soft and the smile on the lips is unchanged at all.

"You ......" Xiaobai's voice, as if it was about to drip water, was as soft as dripping, and whispered softly in the ghost's ear.

"Do you like me?"

Zhou Bai was stunned, but he saw that Xiao Bai's eyes were full of tenderness, watery as if they were about to drip out, reflecting his own figure and face, and he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.

"You're drunk. When Zhou Bai said this, the smile on his face could no longer be maintained, and he got up and supported Xiaobai, who was a little weak. Glancing, everyone avoided his gaze and looked away, but he could stop everyone's gaze but not the thoughts in their hearts.

There was a shallow wave in her eyes, and Zhou Bai stretched out her palm to cover her forehead.

As if sensing Zhou Bai's movements, Xiao Bai pushed Zhou Bai's hand away dissatisfiedly, and exhaled, "You are too tired to live!

It seemed that because the wine was too strong, she gently turned her head on Zhou Bai's shoulder and rubbed it, maybe it was a headache! You can get drunk too. ”

She's drunk, not stupid. When Zhou Bai prepared the 'story wine', she saw the nostalgia in Zhou Bai's eyes and made a fine wine, but Zhou Bai chose Qing Shui.

Xiaobai's intention was not to make him really drunk, but to persuade him to give up his harsh self-control.

Zhou Bai's heart moved, and he felt a strange spiritual power slowly approaching, which was different from the magic aura in the Central Plains, but it was very similar to the fluctuations on the original 'ghost doctor's body.

There was a commotion outside the store, and the crowd retreated left and right, consciously getting out of the way. An old man, led by several young Miao people, came to this tavern.

Xiao Bai pursed her lips a little unhappily, a trace of white gas evaporated from the reddened skin, the strong aroma of wine overflowed, and her complexion gradually returned to normal.

The old man bowed his head and signaled, and the diners in the restaurant withdrew one after another, and the two people who led the way on his side also bowed and slowly retreated.

"I am the patriarch of the Miao tribe here, you can call me Tu Ma Gu. A few paints covered the old man's expression, and the old man looked at the two calmly and said, "Two guests, the great wizard of my clan wants to see you. ”

Great Wizard?Zhou Bai glanced at Xiao Bai suspiciously, Xiao Bai rubbed her forehead, which was still swollen, and shrugged her shoulders to show that she didn't know either.

"In that case, please ask my husband to lead the way. Zhou Bai nodded and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I also have something to ask about the great wizard here." ”

Zhou Bai wanted to go, but Xiao Bai naturally would not object, and the two of them packed up their things and left the tavern with Tu Ma Gu.

Along the way, all the people passing by bowed down and said, 'Good patriarch.' ’

Tu Ma Gu also responded one by one, with a smile on his face, not at all like the coldness and calmness when facing the two of them.

The altar is far away on the mountainside behind the town, in the border of southern Xinjiang, the five ethnic groups of Zhuang, Miao, Tu, Li and Gaoshan are divided into land, or because of the different tribes, they also believe in different gods and religions, but among the various ethnic groups, there are places dedicated to sacrificing the ancestors of the gods, which is the altar.