Wilderness and dense forest, outside the foggy area.
The handsome old man was holding a wine jar while warming his wine, and the aroma of wine filled the air.
"Hiss."
Uncle Zhao sniffed and showed a deep expression that only an expert can have.
"The eighteen-year-old cave was hidden in Qingquan Mountain, or was it a cellar under the vernal equinox?"
Wen Zhongjiu's face looked a little drunk, making him look even more elegant.
"kindness."
Second Uncle Zhao said, "You just refuse to listen. After the Spring Equinox, the days get drier and a ball of anger is buried in it. Naturally, the wine becomes less warm and mellow. You have wasted eighteen years of good times."
Wen Chongjiu snorted,
"The wine is stored in the spring and dried in the autumn. This is the eternal truth. This is the real ancient wine. Do you know what it is?"
Uncle Zhao grinned,
"You are right. What kind of wine is it? Can't you drink it? Is the current season comparable to that before the catastrophe?"
"hehe."
"Fuck you, hehehe, come on, come on, do you dare to let me try this wine?"
"ha."
Wen Zhongjiu said, "If you want to drink, just say so. What are you talking about?"
Uncle Zhao's expression changed rapidly, and he said with saliva,
"Brother Wen, you have a lot of wine, please give the waiter a sip of wine..."
"This is the only altar... there are too many, not too many..."
Wen Chongjiu's face was extremely serious, "You want to steal my wine? There is no way!"
"Damn it, your uncle smells like a wine vat, you're teasing me."
"That's because you're stupid."
Behind the two of them, Sister Xingxing, who was more manly than the men, said furtively to Niu Lanshan,
"Old Niu, do you think this world is really different?"
Niu Lanshan sat on the ground and stroked his long beard, his eyes were clear, and coupled with his plain-clothed and calculating appearance, he looked like a worldly master.
"Of course."
Sister Xingxing said oh, staring in a certain direction as if frozen, and the dancing flames could not block her gaze.
"In my opinion, not necessarily."
"Oh?" Niu Lanshan said, "What's the explanation?"
Sister Xingxing’s hairy face is full of some indescribable YY,
"If the world is so different, why can we still have a sexy butt like Zhao Er? It's perfect!"
"Cough cough cough..."
Niu Lanshan's old face looked as ugly as if he had eaten two pounds of flies.
At the same time, Zhao Er's legs felt cold, and he turned around in horror,
"What the hell..."
Sister Xingxing's eyes had originally been on Zhao's butt area, but when she turned around, she completely shifted her gaze.
Uncle Zhao didn't even finish his words. He covered his crotch and turned his face, almost wanting to cry.
"Old Wen, who the fuck did you line up? I want to cut off his penis and soak it in wine when I go back."
Wen Zhongjiu took a sip of wine, his eyes were subtle,
"Mo Hong Niang."
Zhao Er gave himself a solid big-eared thunderbolt with his backhand, and cursed, "Grass!"
"Uh-huh."
Wei Tianxing floated down from the tree,
"What's the noise? Stay hidden."
Zhao Er rolled his eyes,
"If we still need to hide our extravagant lineup, we don't have to worry about it. We can just wait for it to be wiped out."
Wei Tianxing glared, his small eyes gleaming under the severe squeeze of his fat face.
"Having lost Jingzhou carelessly, do you really think that you are invincible at the fifth and sixth levels? Huh? This firewood is ready to be roasted... Four people and eight pairs of eyes actually let this fine firewood burnt. It is like rotten wood that cannot be carved. Sin, sin, sin…”
Niu Lanshan suddenly stood up,
"Calm down, do you hear anything?"
Sister Xingxing and Zhao Er also stood up, holding weapons in their hands as if facing a powerful enemy.
Wen Zhongjiu listened intently, "It seems to be in that direction."
"Walk!"
There is a faint mist of water vapor in the forest, and it is damp, dark and quiet.
A slight ripple appears on the surface of a drop of dew,
"Crack."
Drooping on dead leaves.
A faint sound came from deep in the forest,
"...issober."
"Lastcalldon'tmean..."
Niu Lanshan pointed his finger and made a shushing gesture.
"This way."
"It seems like...singing?"
Uncle Zhao frowned.
"So..."
"Youhadmeathello...Let's raise our glass and toast."
The further we walked, the louder the music became.
"To all my friends..."
My eyes suddenly opened up.
"boom!"
Wei Tianxing's whole body opened like a peacock's tail, dozens of white lights splitting his gaze bloomed, pointing to the open space in the distance, he roared,
"No one is allowed... to move!!"
Before he finished speaking, a fist-sized stone burst through the air, and the surface of the stone rubbed against the air to form a hot fluid.
"Whoosh."
"Fuck!"
Uncle Zhao didn't take it to heart at first, but it was already too late to dodge.
"Bang."
Uncle Zhao flew backwards like a noodle, and his whole body hit a passage in the forest and disappeared.
"..."
This familiar feeling...
"Lin Chou??"
"Well..."
Lin Chou wiped her hands,
"Sorry, sorry, mistake, misunderstanding, too nervous... A wood marten ran away from under my nose just now. It was such a waste. I subconsciously... I'm sorry, sorry."
Wei Tianxing looked at the fat and oily firewood mink in his hand.
"You mean this?"
Lin Chou frowned and stepped forward.
"It's a bit overcooked and would be better with a little spice in the belly, if I were the one handling it..."
Uncle Zhao came back with two nosebleeds.
"Please, if you want to discuss cooking, can you first consider my client's feelings?"
Seeing Uncle Zhao's miserable appearance, everyone laughed unkindly.
The music also suddenly entered a climax stage,
"The night is young!"
"The music's loud!"
Uncle Zhao's face turned green. Fortunately, he was still a fifth-level strong man, but he was hit by a stone from the junior. If this matter was told, he would not have to hang around in the base city.
Uncle Zhao was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.
"Who played this crappy song? It's so chirpy that I can't understand a word of it."
The green potted plant immediately rolled its eyes.
"Hey, hey, what happened to my aunt's song?"
Uncle Zhao rubbed his eyes,
"Huh? Miss Zuo Chen?"
The potted plant is currently being treated by Aunt Lin, and the entire Zhao family is about to be evacuated by her. How dare Zhao Er dare to offend this little ancestor? The unreasonable old Zhao will probably tear apart all his bones to make soup and drink it.
Zuo Chen said intoxicatedly,
"When you hear this, don't you feel a little bit proud? The culture of our ancient Chinese country is so profound and profound and has a long history!"
(???)
Shan Ye complained,
"What is the song of birds? I have long been impatient with this bullshit song. Compared with it, I would rather choose everyone's Peony Pavilion. It is the classic among classics and will last forever... Better than Lao Maozi's stuff. More than a hundred times.”
"What do you know?"
The potted plant hummed softly,
"The night is young,"
"The music's loud."
"Ye Weiyang, Le Weishang...Only Chinese can translate this kind of artistic conception that makes the whole body tremble and the scalp goes numb!"
Wen Zhongjiu's eyes suddenly brightened, he raised the wine jar high,
"What a 'Ye Weiyang, Le Weishang', this sentence should come to light!"
Mr. Huang pouted his lips repeatedly.
"Crooked ways."
