Wangchun City, Liji Winery.
Seeing the young man's behavior, Mr. Qi was surprised and a little at a loss. However, he soon put all these thoughts behind him. He stood up, raised his glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then wiped his mouth. , smoothed his long beard, and said happily: "Good wine! Happy!"
When Yuan Qing saw this, he naturally didn't hesitate. After drinking a glass, he felt a bit of coldness entering his throat. Then it became stronger. The smell of wine rose straight to the sky, leaving a faint fragrance of cold plums between his mouth and nose.
"It is indeed a good wine!" The young man praised sincerely.
When Master Qi heard this, he chuckled, stuffed two slices of beef into his mouth, and boasted vaguely: "So that the young master will know, this 'Wish for Spring' is made by taking three-nine winter plums, mixing them with early spring snow water, and brewing them for a hundred days." It’s done, the wine is clear and refreshing, the aroma is light and elegant, it’s truly a top-quality wine!”
"Indeed," Yuan Qing nodded and replied, then changed the subject and asked, "But how did I know the secret brewing recipe?"
"Because," Mr. Qi drank a cup by himself and replied proudly: "This 'Hope for the Spring' is someone Qi's unique secret recipe. By accident, it fell into the hands of Li Ji."
"Oh, is there such a connection?" Yuan Qing poured him another glass and asked with a smile.
"Ahem, it's all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet, so don't mention it." Mr. Qi waved his hand, shook his head and replied.
Unexpectedly, the young man raised his glass to invite me and said, "I would like to hear the details."
Seeing this, the fifty-year-old man looked at the wine glass in front of him, pondered for a moment, drank it all, and then said: "Well, since the young master wants to know, I will pour these nonsense for you."
At this point, there was a slight pause. The old man let out a long sigh, raised his head and said slowly: "Old man is originally from Tianmen County. He comes from a scholarly family. He became famous and became an official when he was less than twenty years old. He has been an official for more than twenty years. Zai, honest and upright; when dealing with superiors and subordinates, he has a clear conscience! Who would have thought that in order to rectify an unjust case, he would offend the immortal on the mountain. The immortal was angry and the whole court was in awe! As a result, not only did I fail to reverse the case, but a family of six was murdered Exiled to the frontier, never to return.”
At this point, Mr. Qi laughed at himself, picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip, and then continued: "Not long after arriving here, my parents passed away one after another. In order to bury the two elders, I could only sell the family's secret recipe to this person. The owner of a winery. A few years later, the old man’s wife also died of illness, leaving behind a pair of sisters. Now that both sisters are married, the old man is alone and feels comfortable drinking a little wine every now and then.”
After speaking, he took another big gulp.
Just a few words, only the four words "gods on the mountain" reached Yuan Qing's ears. After all, he experienced life and death, was known as good and evil, and also had three great dreams. It was really difficult for him to touch his heartstrings with the joys and sorrows of this world.
"The Immortal... should be a member of the Jingtian Sect. It seems that the map is right." Yuan Qing thought to himself.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Master Qi's tone change and he asked with some temptation and awe: "Sir, if my vision is right, old man, you should also be a god on the mountain, right?"
"Oh? How can you see that?" Yuan Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked without answering.
"Hehe," the old man grinned and said leisurely: "Because you also have the smell of dust on your body, which is incompatible with this mundane world."
The young man smiled slightly and was noncommittal.
"But you are different from the gods I have seen before," Mr. Qi continued after seeing this: "The previous god was no different from pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep in the eyes of mortals. You don't have that smell."
"Maybe." The young man replied lightly, but there was a different feeling in his heart.
Indeed, as Mr. Qi said, as one's cultivation level increases, the difference between immortals and mortals becomes clearer. How can the vast world of mortals be compared to the boundless wind and moon on the mountain with just four words: "human feelings and interests".
Maybe when the love tribulation is over and blood relatives are formed, we will say goodbye to this world of mortals forever.
When I think about it, I feel dull and disengaged.
Unexpectedly, Master Qi said again: "Sir, you are a god on the mountain. I have been confused for half my life. I wonder if I can ask you?"
"Come and listen." Yuan Qing replied.
"I would like to ask, is there really no fairness in this world? It is understandable that the weak eat the strong and the strong compete with each other, but if humans are like this, what is the difference between them and wolves and wild beasts!" The old man stood up and said, his face already slightly drunk, But his eyes were clear and bright, without any blur or turbidity.
The young man was silent, inexplicably thinking of the demonic beasts eating people and the monks exterminating the demons on Beiliang Road.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Mr. Qi continued: "I would say that the reason why people are human is because they have human nature. In human nature, there are good and evil, gains and losses, etiquette, lust, kindness and righteousness. If these are gone, there will be nothing. Human nature is just like beasts! You gods, relying on your vast supernatural powers, ignore fair laws and rituals, do whatever you want to all living beings, take whatever you want, just like beasts! You are not worthy of being a human being, let alone an immortal!"
After some impassioned speeches, Mr. Qi held his head high, pointed at the young man in front of him, and opened his eyebrows angrily!
But soon, he retracted his hand with excitement and gave himself a hard slap. Then he fell to his knees with a "plop", kowtowed repeatedly and begged.
"Young master, forgive me, forgive me! What you just said was drunken nonsense, you can't count it! Young master, you just farted like an old man! This little old man spoke so freely that he deserves death! Don't blame me, don't blame me! "
However, before he finished speaking, he was shocked to feel a soft force coming over him, and it was Yuan Qing's big sleeves that swept him up.
"My father-in-law's kindness in explaining the Tao is worthy of my thanks." The young man bowed sincerely, then threw down a bag of broken silver and walked away.
"Look, look! Fly away! It's a god, it's a god!"
Outside, exclamations kept coming; inside, Mr. Qi was holding the money bag, dumbfounded, with tears slowly filling his eyes.
...
A few hours later, it was more than a thousand miles away.
Among the continuous mountains, there are peaks soaring into the clouds; there is a stone cave near the top of the mountain, which is long, narrow and round, shaped like a human eye, so it is named Tianyan Peak.
There are many strange rocks around Tianyan Peak, and there are faint sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling every night, so within a radius of more than ten miles, there are few people.
But under the thick dark clouds, a bright silver light flashed past and fell into the "giant eye". It was Yuan Qing who came all the way with his sword.
He sheathed his sword, pointed it out, and made a few strokes in the air. The young man slashed out sword energy, which turned into a restriction and covered the entrance of the cave. Then he sat on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and entered a state of concentration.
In the sea of consciousness, memories surged, past events reappeared, and each scene appeared one after another like a horse racing through flowers.
Suddenly there was a low sword cry, and the phantom of the small sword flashed, and dots of silver light scattered, gathered together, and transformed into the illusory figure of the young man.
I saw him raising his hand and waving lightly, and in the flash of light, the memories turned into blood lovers, enemies and old friends, appearing one by one; I also saw him pointing at empty points, and the figures gradually faded and returned to nothingness, leaving behind star points and brilliance. Flashing, flickering and flickering.
The next moment, the stars swirled and gathered into streams of water, pouring into the young man's body like all rivers returning to the sea.
In the blink of an eye, the young man has a solid figure, wearing white clothes, a green gourd hanging from his waist, a long sword on his back, and a look of ease between his brows.
"It's really ruthless and decisive to build barriers, greed and worldly thoughts are all true to me." The young man sighed.
As soon as the words were spoken, the figure disappeared, and then the light from the spiritual platform shone brightly, and the shadow of the sword reappeared.
Dots of silver light emerged from nothingness, and suddenly merged into one, forming a hazy round bead, hanging above the shadow of the sword. It was the star bead that reappeared and returned to its original position!
As the star bead returned to its position, the whole body of the sword embryo shook in the Dantian, giving birth to stars like mist; the mist gathered and turned into a dragon, wandering around the sky, carrying bits of star fragments straight into the mud pill, and crashed into the star bead. .
It's like wiping away the gauze and fading away all the lead. In an instant, the layer of mist outside the star beads dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the glass.
Then the star beads moved wildly, came out of the mud pills, and fell straight to the Dantian. All the way was smooth, without all kinds of illusions blocking it.
However, just when it was about to merge into the sword embryo, an illusory thread suddenly appeared and wrapped around it in an instant, trapping it firmly.
The star shines brightly, and the star bead cannot move even an inch. Finally, the brilliance dims, and the disillusionment disappears. But the next moment, it is reborn in the sea of consciousness, slipping into the shadow of the sword.
"Alas," with a final sigh, Yuan Qing woke up from sedation, his spiritual pressure surged like a rising tide, and his cultivation level was restored.
He stood up, removed the restraints, and looked at the black clouds above his head over the city. The young man felt a strong desire to return home.
"After years of separation, we should determine the time of return."
...
At the same time, thousands of miles away, hidden in the wind and sand, a white jade flying boat appeared and disappeared, traveling over the desert.
About four hours later, the speed of the speeding car slowed down and finally landed. A person came down. He was wearing a white robe and embroidered with peach blossoms. He was fat and had dark skin. It was Chen Mu who had fled here.
He waved his sleeves, put away the speeding car, and then cursed and said: "Grandma, this speeding car is fast, but it also consumes too much mana!"
After speaking, he looked around and continued to curse: "There is also this rotten place. There is sand everywhere. You can't detect it with your spiritual sense. You don't know where you are! Humph, damn Chen Le, and that old man Even if you are immortal, this account will also be held on your head!"
After venting, his mood calmed down a little, and light flashed in his hand, revealing a wooden folding fan, with one side painted with wind and snow, and the other with mountains and rivers.
A fan was drawn out, and the windy and snowy side of the fan suddenly lit up, summoning strong winds and snow, clearing the sandy land in front of him into a flat open space.
After a brief glance, he was quite satisfied. Chen Mu put away his folding fan, took out several small gold and red flags and arranged them around, set up a magic circle, took out a Chenghuang Pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and then sat down on the spot. Next, meditate and adjust your breath.
Unknowingly, an hour passed quietly, and piles of sand rose up around Chen Mu, which was as high as half a person, but they were blocked by a layer of red gold light film three feet away.
Suddenly there was a crisp sound, the light film shattered, and then there was a flash of yellow light, a small flag was rolled up, and the fish was inserted into the sleeves.
The sand pile collapsed and the sand and soil surged. Chen Mu calmly released a green flying boat and flew away through the sky.
A few days later, the small town on the sand sea became like a sand town.
A figure wandered into the inn, drank a glass of strong wine, and booked a room.
Not long after, several rays of fire flew out of the small town and ran in all directions without going anywhere.
