The snow is resting, and the sun sits on the top of the mountain, shining red on this silver-white and verdant mountain forest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The song floated from the forest, the rhyme was leisurely, full of fairy spirit, and ethereal lingering in the ears. As far as the eye can see, there are no people in the mountains, only the forests are deep and white.

The mountain behind the summer city, the name is said to sit on the forgotten peak, although it starts in the Pinglong, it seems that the mountain is gentle, but it is quite beautiful and handsome, and the mountain is full of all kinds of pines.

From a distance, the snow is in the middle of the mountain, and the snow is green in the middle of the mountain. And this mountain is also different from other places, the world's high mountains, most of them are snow-capped mountains, but it does the opposite, the snow is only spread halfway up the mountain, but the mountain is perennial green, just like the delicate Miao girl has a black hair, but wearing a white skirt in general.

Mysterious and quiet.

At this time, the first snow is delicate, basking on the silver-white earth, glowing with dazzling light, the big green ox pulls the cart to the foot of the mountain, leaving a line of wheel prints of different shades behind it, and the car bones are crushed in the snow, and there is a slight rustling sound, just like a person's dream whispering.

"People are immortals in the mountains, the spring drinks snow to sleep, the immortals don't envy me, I don't envy the immortals, wait until the mountains look back and look back......"

As we approached, the singing grew stronger, and someone was roaring from the snowy forest.

Hearing this singing, Qingyang only felt calm, lifted the wine gourd and took a sip, and sighed: "The snow is clear in the mountains, and I don't know how to give birth to a character?"

As everyone knows, this song entered the ears of Qingyang, leisurely and comfortable, but the ears of Xiaoqinghou were extremely shaved, so he heard her say: "Such a big snow, but he came from the mountains, and said that he stayed in the cold spring at night and drunk by the stream during the day, I see, he is either a madman, a god stick, or a demon!"

Hearing the word 'demon', Xiahou Yunyi was unhappy, frowned and said: "People are humane, demons have demon ways, people do strange things, what do you have to do with demons?"

Xiao Qinghou said: "The demon is different from the usual, and he has extraordinary ability. As the world often says, if you have a sharp weapon, you will have a murderous heart. There are many kinds of these sharp weapons, and some demons think that they have some magical powers, so they act unscrupulously, have nothing to do, and run to the mountains to get drunk, which is also a common thing. "Speaking of which, the little girl is still quite dissatisfied with Xiahou Yunyi, and she has to be involved with the demon no matter what.

Xiahou Yunyi knew that the little girl had sharp teeth and sharp mouth, how could he argue with her? He had to keep his mouth shut, but he thought in his heart: 'I want to see if it's a human or a demon!'

Before the car reached the mountain, Daqing Newton stopped, because of the snow, there was no road in front of him.

Lee Jinsu and Tran Ani also got out of the car.

Everyone raised their eyes and looked at the mountains and forests.

Originally, this trip to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons will be entered from the mountains and forests, and it is extremely inconvenient to drive, Tranani had persuaded Qingyang to leave the ox cart, but Qingyang and Xiao Qinghou agreed that the big green cow is also one of them, how can it be easily abandoned?

Xiao Qinghou has always been a businessman who will never do a business with his book. Besides, the big green bull is abnormal, and it is easy to climb the mountain and wade through the water, how can this small Zaowang Peak be difficult to hold it? If it is really stumped, it doesn't matter, isn't there a drunkard with infinite divine power, it's a big deal, let him be pulled all the way to the top of the mountain.

In the past, they came all the way south, and such incidents often happened, all of which were done together by the big green cow and the drunkard, so that they could meet the mountains and climb the mountains, and break the water in the water, all the way unimpeded.

"Wow. ”

With a baby's cry, the little monster flew back from the mountain forest, threw a frozen snow rabbit to Xiao Qinghou, and hovered over the head of the big green ox for a while, turned its wings and swept towards the forest, signaling the big green ox to follow behind it.

Qingyang jumped out of the ox cart, took off the iron claws on his wrists, tied them to the wheels, and pulled out a thick hemp rope from the cart, tied them together, and wanted to wrap them around his waist.

Tranani said, "What are you doing?"

"Go up the mountain. Qingyang raised his head and smiled.

The morning sun sprinkled on his face, making that ordinary and ordinary smile extraordinarily soft.

Tranani looked stunned, looked at the little Qinghou who was teasing the rabbit, and glanced at Li Jinsu with a cold face beside him, seeing that they all looked like they were taken for granted, Miao Nu felt a sense of injustice in her heart, sighed silently, and said to Qingyang: "There is a road here, follow Yun Ji away, how can you pull the car." When I reach the mountainside, I know that I am in a situation, and I can let it rest for a while. ”

"It doesn't matter. Qingyang had already rolled up his sleeves.

At this time, the singing voice in the forest was even louder, and in a moment, the figure in the forest flickered, and a person stepped on the snow, and when he fixed his eyes, he was a sloppy middle-aged scribe.

He was tied with a straw rope on his head, loosely tied with his hair all over his head, and was draped in a filthy robe, and I don't know whether it was because of the passage of time, or because the owner was too lazy, and it was difficult to determine its original color under the perennial unwashed, and he was wearing a pair of thin-soled fast boots on his feet, and one toe was exposed on the left and right directions. There was a long sword hanging from his waist, but he held a big wine jar in his arms, and while walking, he sang songs and drank the wine in the jar.

Xiao Qinghou said: "Sure enough, it's a madman!"

"Sure enough, it's not a demon!" Xiahou Yunyi's expression was relieved.

"Good wine!!"

Qingyang praised it.

The middle-aged scribe walked all the way, his demeanor was dissolute, as if there was no one around, and when he heard Qingyang's praise, his steps slowed down, turned his head, and smiled at Qingyang: "How do you know that it is good wine?"

Qingyang said: "Good wine needs to be known, it has its own aroma and intoxicating." ”

"Well answered!"

The middle-aged scribe cocked his thumb, looked at the wine gourd on Qingyang's waist, and knew that he was also a person in the wine road, so he picked up the dirty robe, sat down on the snow, and threw the big wine jar to the ground, beckoning: "Good wine has its own fragrance, and no one needs to know it, but this is good." However, good wine also needs someone to taste, this little brother, I see that you are also a person in my Tao, now the red sun is above, the snow is down, you and I meet is fate, if you drink here, what is it?"

"Very good!"

Qingyang smelled the aroma of wine, the wine worms in his stomach were bubbling, he was already impatient to wait, so he waited for him to come to invite, and immediately removed the rope and iron rope on his arm, took a big stride, and walked towards him.

"Qingyang. ”

"Drunkard!"

There were two calls behind him, and Qingyang turned around and saw that it was the eldest lady and the little Qinghou.

Li Jinsu frowned slightly and shook his head gently.

The little girl raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "Dead drunkards, people of unknown origin, and wine of unknown origin, how can you drink indiscriminately! If there is Gu poison in the wine, it will poison you!"

When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he laughed, picked up the wine jar and drank it for a while, and the wine spilled straight down his beard into the snow, smashing the white snow blanket into the pits, but the strong aroma of wine sneaked in with the wind and soaked into Qingyang's soul.

Qingyang looked back, he liked this person's demeanor very much, and he couldn't wait to sit with him and drink the snow and red sun, and said with a smile: "If you are a madman, how can you be such a person?" turned his head, bent over Li Jinsu, and said: "Miss, wait for a while, Qingyang will go and go back." ”

"Humph!"

Li Jinsu snorted coldly and retreated into the car.

"Drunk!!" the little girl snorted.

"Let him go, there won't be much delay left and right. Even if there is really Gu poison in the wine, I can solve it. Tranani whispered.

The little girl pouted and turned her head.

Qingyang strode in front of the middle-aged scribe, lazily hugged his fist, sat on the ground with his ass, and stared at the wine jar with his throat rolling.

The middle-aged scribe wiped his mouth and pushed the wine jar in his arms.

Qingyang took the wine jar and raised it to his mouth, its fragrance was unique, like silk wisps straight to his heart, and he immediately held the wine jar and drank it.

"Gollum, Gollum ......" went down in one breath, and the chest was like a fire needle, burning 48,000 pores all over the body.

Qingyang wiped his mouth, lit up a pair of eyes, and praised: "Good wine, good wine!!"

"Haha......"

The middle-aged scribe laughed loudly, but did not speak, but took the altar and drank again.

In this way, you drink it, I drink it, and I drink it all the spirits that are even a hundred catties. At this point, both of them were a little confused. The middle-aged scribe hugged the empty wine jar, burped loudly, and said with a smile: "This wine, how is it?"

Qingyang blushed and said with a smile: "It is comparable to "Yao Zixue Song", if it is more alcoholic, it is even more than three points!"

The middle-aged scribe said: "I have also drunk a hundred catties of "Yao Zixue Song", in the end, it is the ordinary wine in the world, and it will be greasy if you drink it for a long time. This wine is different, the sex is as strong as snow, the throat is like a knife, if it is a fine aftertaste, it has its own five flavors and miscellaneous, each is different, each has its own merits. ”

Qingyang said with a smile: "It's very true, this wine flows quietly into the cold spring when first drunk, and it seems to be burning in the red sun when it enters the abdomen, which is rare, rare." ”

"Haha. ”

The middle-aged scribe rubbed his red rosacea, his chin rested on the mouth of the half-person-high wine jar, and he smiled drunkenly: "The name of this wine is called "Cangsheng Drunk", which is the essence of the mountains that took a hundred years. After speaking, he watched Qingyang's every move.

"It's such a good wine, it's really brewed with elixir!" Qingyang's eyes lit up, no wonder the divine power in his chest was tumbling at this time, and when he was agitated and came and went, he wanted to turn this green mountain and snow upside down.

The middle-aged scribe saw that he was not humble, but he was even happier in his heart, and rolled up his sparse beard, and said with a smile: "The little brother is heroic, he is really a man of my generation, this wine is worth it, so I will leave!"

"Wait!"

Qingyang got up from the snow with a grunt, took off the wine gourd on his waist and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Come and don't be rude, brother Tai also drink my wine, although it is not as good as "Cangsheng Drunk", but it is also a good wine." ”

"It's fine. ”

The middle-aged scribe smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand to pick up the wine gourd, but he didn't know that under the touch, his whole body trembled. Immediately, his heart jumped in sorrow, and he didn't make a color, secretly pinched his magic finger, and an invisible light swayed between his palms, and slowly took the wine gourd in his hand.

At the same time, the long sword at his waist "Dysprosium!" let out a long sound.

"Good wine!"

The middle-aged scribe took a sip of wine and hurriedly handed the gourd to Qingyang, his face as red as blood. Although his movements were extremely fast, the sound of the sword groan entered Qingyang's ears.

Qingyang took the wine gourd, his expression was stunned, and he secretly thought: 'Could it be that this treasure can only be touched by me?'

The middle-aged scribe knew what he meant when he saw the gods, but he couldn't make a sound, because a monstrous blue flame surged up in his chest, and it couldn't stop hitting his divine sea, and it turned down several times, almost causing the divine sea to burst the embankment. After a while, he finally shook the green flame, and secretly felt that his mind was clear and his mind was open, and even his cultivation that had been stagnant for many years seemed to increase a little, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

After a while, the middle-aged scribe looked at Qingyang and said with a smile: "The little brother is a blessed person with a strange treasure. To tell you the truth, I am the best wine in my life, and I am good at observing the stars. If my brother wants to enter the mountains and forests today, I will calculate it for my brother. As he spoke, he took out a turtle shell from his bosom and threw it into the sky.

The tortoise shell churned and dripped and dripped and dripped and dripped .

Before the turtle shell landed, the middle-aged scribe raised his hand again, took it into his palm, closed his eyes, and opened his eyes, not looking at Qingyang, but glancing at the people not far away.

His eyes searched the crowd for a while, but he froze at the canopy, and sighed: "Strange, strange, I can't even count it." However, the heavens, stars and the earth, strange scriptures, if you can't calculate it, it is a common thing, and it should be a blessing and a curse. Little brother, you and I will say goodbye. He hugged his fist towards Qingyang, pressed the sword in his waist, carried the empty wine jar, and walked away.