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It is noon, and it is also the time for lunch.

The feather disciples of Baekje Peak appeared one after another. Among them, there were many new disciples who had recently promoted them, and of course, Feng Tian, ​​A Shu and A San were indispensable. More than a hundred disciples followed the stone staircase between the cliffs and went down one after another, and walked towards a cave one after another.

There are five caves here. The largest cave that everyone goes to should be a dining hall, which is the place to eat. The disciples of Dizang Cave carry wooden basins and barrels and deliver the cooked food, as if the guys at the restaurant were busy.

Wujiu was still sitting on the stone, in a leisurely state. His job was to carry water and chop wood, starting tomorrow, today he would have nothing to do except be beaten. However, he was shabby and had a disheveled dress, and was thrown away the package next to him, and he looked like a person who was fleeing the desert.

In the blink of an eye, several familiar figures came.

Wujiu raised his hand and greeted him one by one.

Those were a few disciples of Qianhuigu. They were still friends this morning, but now it was noon, but they were like passers-by. No one looked at him directly.

Wujiu was a little embarrassed and continued to stretch his arms like bored, as if he was flirting with the breeze. The weather looked good.

Three more people came, one of them said in surprise with a flattering tone: "Oh, isn't this the eldest brother..."

Humph, I have a little memory and haven't forgotten myself.

Wujiu felt a little comforted, turned around and smiled, "Asan..."

The black and thin guy, as well as the two stout young men, were Asan, Feng Tian and Ashu. The three of them approached and did not stop. Although Asan, although he raised his hands, he looked straight ahead. The elder brother he called out, and there was another person who saw Zhongzi, who was more than ten feet away, nodding slightly. Feng Tian and Ashu then glanced at each other, as if they were stunned and disdainful, and left in a hurry.

Wujiu turned his head, grinned, then turned his eyes and stood up with the package.

There is a saying that the world is cold and the human relationship is warm and cold!

Looking back at the immortal gate in Shenzhou, although there are constant disputes, at least I have not forgotten the etiquette and laws of my ancestors. I know how to be humble and tolerant, and I am so human. And the people here are more about writing their desires on their faces, naked and open, and they also make you helpless.

It’s better to be Shenzhou, I’m a little homesick!

Is there any home?

When I was in Shenzhou, I had no home and was alone in the world, Shenzhou became the place to rely on.

People are in a foreign land and are strangers, and the place where the setting sun is returned is my home...

Wujiu sighed for a moment, jumped off the big stone, and wanted to return to his residence, but then walked towards the cave where the disciples had their meals.

When I approached the cave, I met someone who looked indifferent and cold, and I was holding a jar of wine in my hand.

Wujiu pretended not to see him and turned around to avoid him.

"Why are you running around?"

Zhongzi glanced at him sideways, asked coldly, and then took another sip of wine, his mouth full of alcohol.

"Hungry, have a meal!"

Wujiu lowered his head and responded, as if he was very scared.

"Tomorrow, chop a hundred kilograms of wood and then fill the water tank, otherwise I will not spare you, hum!"

Zhongzi was intimidated for a few words, snorted, and then staggered away with the wine jar.

Wujiu looked at the water tanks next to the cave and shook his head disapprovingly.

Chopping a hundred kilograms of wood? It’s very easy. Carrying a full tank of water? What’s the difficulty?

After passing the adjacent cave, it is the place where the disciples eat.

Looking through the entrance of a few feet high, there should be dozens of feet in the circle, and pearls are inlaid with illuminated, which is very spacious and refreshing. There are several long stones on both sides of the disciples who serve food, including Baekje Peak and Dizang Cave. They have clear boundaries between them, making them look orderly and orderly. In the corner of the cave, there are several stones for offerings, and there are several rows of wine jars and unknown debris on the ground. At the entrance of the cave are several disciples of Dizang Cave, surrounded by aprons, guarding several wooden basins and barrels, and holding wooden spoons and shovels in their hands...

"This junior brother, can you eat?"

Among the disciples who gave the meal, a white-skinned man nodded. It was Fang Wei who visited the door before, but he was less intimate. Instead, he knocked on the wooden barrel with a wooden spoon: "Ginseng soup is gone; Lingxi meat is gone, stewed dragon stews, and there are still a few yellow bean cakes steamed and cooked in Lingquan water..."

Wujiu has no appetite, but is very curious.

The food in Dizang Cave is not bad, it is ginseng, Lingxi, and Jiaozi, even the cakes, which are steamed by Lingquan Water, tsk!

However, why did that Fang Wei seem to be serving beggars?

"Bang"

Fang Wei threw the spoon in his hand into the bucket and said lightly: "Please remember the time for dinner, so hurry up next time!"

"Since that's the case, I'll be curious...

Wujiu did not enjoy the yellow cakes, nor did he leave, nor did he mind Fang Wei's coldness. Instead, he smiled and looked around, and then wandered around in the cave with his back wrapped around him.

The disciples who eat rice sat in a row in front of the long stones, and each person had dishes and soup in front of them, and they were joking while eating. Some were sharing their cultivation experiences, some were communicating their experiences in the immortal sect, and some were boasting about themselves, and of course they also caused bursts of ridicule. For someone carrying the package and protruding their heads, they threw contemptuous eyes, as if they saw a flying mosquito. Although it was insignificant, they could not drive them away and were disgusting.

Wujiu seemed to know that he was flirting with. After wandering for a few steps, he headed straight to the corner of the cave, and then he was smiling.

There are no less than hundreds of wine jars on the corner, and the jars should be filled with old wine from ordinary people. You can smell the faint fragrance of wine a few feet away.

Alas, I just got into trouble because of the greed of drinking and learned from the pain, so I quit drinking for many years, but I still got the same thing today. Perhaps it is time to open the verb?

Don’t you hear that the young man’s waves are hard to look back, the wind and snow are gone and people will not drink, and wait for the seven stars to leave the Shenzhou, and the Milky Way is drunk for thousands of years!

Hey, my Gongsun Wujiu is back alive...

Wujiu felt that he was unsatisfied. He reached out and grabbed a jar of wine, slapped the mud seal, and raised his head and poured it "gudu,gudu" hard. The wine splashed like a spring; the spicy entrance was filled with fire. A strong sense of wine rushed straight to the top of his head, and instantly turned into flames and burned all over his body. The limbs and bones were trembling, and the jumping soul was about to fly!

Oh, it's so satisfying!

I have never released my chest like this for many years. I have also drunk alcohol before, but to meet the situation. Today, I am the real self...

"stop!"

Someone shouted: "The wine hidden here is not allowed to be enjoyed by the senior brothers in charge and the masters of the feathers!"

"Bang--"

The empty wine jar fell to the ground, and ten kilograms of old wine had already eaten. Wujiu turned around and wiped the wine at the corner of his mouth.

It turned out to be Fang Wei, the disciple who is also a human race, seemed very angry and shouted loudly. At the same time, the disciples who were using the rice also looked at him.

Wujiu's eyes were blurred and seemed to be drunk, but his eyebrows were raised and his mouth was filled with a lonely and unrestrained smile. It was as if the prodigal son of the past had returned to the capital of a bear. Whether it was hardships or obstacles, or the shackles of life and death, he just kept moving forward without fear!

Wujiu reached out and grabbed a jar of wine and hugged it in his arms. Then he tightened his shoulders and then held his head up and looked at no one. He walked through the cave and walked away in full view of everyone.

Fang Wei wanted to stop him, but hesitated, so he hurriedly ran out, and he wanted to report to the senior brother who was in charge...

Wujiu returned to his residence, threw down the package, lay on the couch, and still held the jar of wine in his arms, and then he poured it "gudu,gudu" hard.

When the hot fire burned all over his body, the intense melancholy soaked his liver, he became drunk.

It seems like the storm of the night rain, the autumn scenery of Xiling, the figures of white clothes, the dreams of the world are shattered, coming one after another...

Zhongzi followed Fang Wei to come, but saw someone's face flushed, holding an empty wine jar in his arms, tilted on the rock collapse, and he fell asleep and was drunk. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to get angry, and then he turned around and left. Fang Wei asked about the truth, and he heard: "I don't know how painful it is to get drunk, but it's a good time to beat him at this time..."

Wujiu didn't know that he had escaped a disaster, and perhaps he didn't take it seriously. With Zhongzi's cultivation, he was afraid that he would not be able to hurt his life. He was still immersed in a dream and could not extricate himself for a while. He had not had a dream for many years, as if there were tears, and it gushed out of his eyes, and turned into flying snow, and a battle flag cracked in the wind...

It was getting dawn and the dream was not awake yet.

A figure appeared in the cave room and called softly: "Junior Brother Wujiu, don't miss the time to carry water and chop wood... Hey, you are so fragile, and you are crying in your dream..."

On the stone couch, Wujiu was still lying in the jar of wine, with saliva hanging on the corners of his mouth and tears hanging on the corners of his eyes. His lazy and embarrassed look was like a drunkard who was addicted to alcohol and greedy for glasses. Perhaps he was still not satisfied, so he went to the dream to get drunk. Hearing the sound, he suddenly woke up, hurriedly threw down the jar of wine, and wiped the tears of saliva: "I never shed tears, the wind squinted..."

He sat down a little, and was stunned and dazed.

Squint your eyes with great wind?

This sentence is familiar, as if I had said it myself. I remember that there was a ghost and elves in the back garden in late autumn...

"Wujiu, I was responsible yesterday and had to do my business. Today I am afraid that you will miss the problem. I will tell you. Brother, you must be more careful if you want to cause trouble for you!"

"Chang Wei?"

Wujiu saw the person clearly, which was very surprised.

The one who called him up was Fang Wei, who had two different faces in front of others.

"You and I are weak, so we can only take care of each other secretly. Please forgive me and don't delay..."

"Oh, thank you, I don't know how to go out to carry water and chop wood?"

"The wood-cutting disciple is waiting outside the cave. You just need to follow me. I have something important to do, so I will say goodbye first..."

Without further questions, there was no one left.

Wujiu had to jump off the couch, reach out to touch the knife in his boots, pick up the unmoved package, and walk out of the cave.

On the hillside outside the cave, there were indeed more than ten disciples standing, and an older disciple shouting: "Are you Wujiu? This is your hatchet, rope, shoulder pole, and wooden barrel. Before sunset, be sure to chop hundreds of kilograms of wood and carry a tank of water, otherwise you will be severely punished by the elder brother. It's not too early, so wait..."

Wujiu walked in the sound, grabbed the hatchet and inserted it around his waist, carried the rope on his shoulders, and followed the disciples forward. As for the wooden barrels on the shoulder poles, he ignored it. It would not be too late to carry water after cutting the wood.

At dawn, the valley where Dizang Cave is located is still shrouded in darkness, and fogs are filled with the wind.

Wujiu took a few steps, raised his head and whispered, as if he had not yet finished his hangover, and he still had a faint smell of alcohol in his breath.

Well, yesterday I dug a well in Lingxia Mountain and today I chopped wood at Baekje Peak. Life is a wheel of a car, and I accidentally turned around. The so-called cycle of reincarnation in the way of heaven, let’s look at the inverted amount of this…
Chapter completed!