Wangchun City, Li Ji Winery.

Seeing the boy's behavior, Mr. Qi was surprised and at a loss, but soon he threw this thought behind him, got up, raised his glass, drank it all, then wiped his mouth, and then walked along his long beard, and said happily: "Good wine! Happy!"

Seeing this, Yuan Qing was naturally not dissatisfied. He drank it all in one cup and felt a clear thread entering his throat. When it turned violent, the alcohol scent surged into the sky, leaving a faint fragrance of cold plums between his mouth and nose.

"It's really a good wine!" the young man praised sincerely.

Master Qi smiled when he heard this, grabbed two slices of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, and praised vaguely: "It's so that the young master knows that this 'looking for spring' is to take the 39th cold plums, mix the early spring snow water, and make it crafted for a hundred days. The wine is clear and the wine is fragrant. It is a real top-quality wine!"

"That's true," Yuan Qing nodded and then changed his mind and asked, "But how did my father know about this secret recipe for brewing?"

"Because," Mr. Qi drank a glass and replied proudly: "This 'Penguining Spring' is Qi's unique secret recipe. After a moment of carelessness, he fell into his hands with Li Ji."

"Oh, there is still this origin?" Yuan Qing poured another cup for him and asked with a smile.

"Well, it's all about old sesame seeds and rotten grains, it's better not to mention it." Mr. Qi waved his hand and shook his head and replied.

Unexpectedly, the boy raised his glass and invited him, saying, "I hope 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 over, and then said, "Forget it, since the young master wants to know, I will pour these broken things on you."

At this point, there was a pause. The old man sighed and said slowly, "I was originally from Tianmen County. After the scholarly family, I won fame and fortune in less than twenty years and entered the officialdom. I have been an official for more than twenty years and are honest and honest. I have been to the superiors and subordinates, and I have no guilt for myself! Who would have thought that in order to rehabilitate an unjust case, I angered the gods on the mountain. The immortals were angry and imparted to the court! As a result, I not only failed to overturn the case, but my family of six was exiled to the frontier and would never return."

Speaking of this, Mr. Qi laughed at himself, picked up the wine pot and took a big mouthful, and then continued, "Short after he arrived here, my parents passed away one after another. In order to bury the two elders, I could only sell the secret recipe from my family to the owner of the winery. A few years later, my husband's wife also died of illness, leaving behind a pair of sisters. Now both sisters are married, and the old man is alone, and he can drink some wine every now and then, and he is very comfortable."

After saying that, he took another big mouthful.

Just a few words, only the four words "the god on the mountain" entered Yuan Qing's ears. After all, they experienced life and death, were called good and evil, and also had great dreams for three lifetimes. The sorrow and joy of the mortal world were really hard to touch his heart.

"The immortal... should be from the Jingtian Sect. It seems that the map refers to it well." Yuan Qing said in his heart.

Just as he was thinking, he heard Master Qi's tone change and asked with some temptation and awe: "Young Master, if I have a good eye for you, you should be a god on the mountain, right?"

"Oh? How did you see it?" Yuan Qing raised his lips slightly and asked without answering.

"Hehe," the old man grinned and said, "Because you also have a scent of dust on your body, which is incompatible with this world."

The boy smiled slightly, not saying anything.

"But you are different from the gods I have seen before," Mr. Qi continued to see this: "The god before, the mortal, is no different from pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep in his eyes. You don't have this smell."

"Maybe." The boy replied indifferently, but a different feeling appeared in his heart.

As Master Qi said, as his cultivation level increases, the difference between immortals and mortals becomes clearer. In such a huge world, it is just the four words "human relationships, profit and desire". How can we compare the boundless love and moon on the mountain?

Perhaps when the love disaster is over and blood is bound to be together, we will be completely farewell to this world.

When I think of this, I feel bored and my mind is completely lost.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qi said again: "Young Master, you are a god on the mountain. I am confused and have been struggling for a long time. I wonder if I can ask the previous question?"

"Let me tell me," Yuan Qing replied.

"I want to ask, is there really no fairness in this world? The strong are the best and the strong are invincible, and they are competitive in nature. This is understandable, but if humans are the same, what is the difference between them and jackals and beasts!" The old man stood up and said, his face was slightly drunk, but his eyes were clear and bright, without any confusion and turbidity.

The boy was silent and inexplicably thought of the monsters on Beiliang Road, where monsters cannibalize people and monks eliminate monsters.

Seeing that he refused, Mr. Qi continued, "I want me to say that the reason why people are human is because of human nature. There are good and evil, gains and losses, ethics, desires, and kindness in human nature. If these are gone, then human nature will be gone, and you are beasts! You immortals, relying on your supernatural powers, ignore fairness and etiquette, do whatever you want to do to these sentient beings, and seek them, which is no different from beasts! You are not worthy of being a human being, let alone being an immortal!"

After saying this, Mr. Qi raised his head and chest, pointed at the boy in front of him, and his eyes widened!

But soon, he shuddered and took his hand back, and slapped himself hard. Then he even thrust his knees on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, begging him.

"Young Master, forgive me, forgive me! Those who just said nothing after drinking are nonsense and can't count them! You just think that you are a mere old man and fart! The little old man is unrestrained and deserves to die! Don't blame me, don't blame me!"

However, before he finished speaking, he was surprised to find a soft force that touched his body, but Yuan Qing swept his sleeves lightly and helped him up.

"Your father-in-law understands the kindness of Taoism, and he should receive this bow." The young man bowed sincerely, then threw down a bag of broken silver and left.

"Look, look! Fly away! It's a god, a god!"

Outside, there were screams of surprises; inside, Mr. Qi was holding his purse, as if he was as stupid as a chicken, and tears slowly burst into his eyes.

......

After several hours, more than a thousand miles away.

The mountains are continuous, and there are peaks towering into the clouds; there is a stone cave near the top of the peak, which is narrow, long and round, and looks like a human eye, so it is called Tianyan Peak.

There are many strange rocks around Tianyan Peak, and there are faint sounds of ghosts and wolves crying at night, so there are few people within a radius of more than ten miles.

But under the thick dark clouds, a brilliant silver light flashed and fell into the "giant eyes", which was Yuan Qing who came all the way with his sword.

He closed his sword, pointed and stroked the sky, and the young man cut out sword energy, crossed it into a restriction, covering the entrance of the cave, and then sat on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and entered the state of concentration.

Then in the sea of ​​consciousness, memories surge and past events reappear, scene after scene, appearing in sequence.

Suddenly, a low sword sounded, and the phantom of the small sword flashed, and the silver light fell, gathered together and turned into a illusory figure of a young man.

I saw him raise his hand and wave it lightly. As the light flashes, the memory turns into bloody dear couples, enemies and old friends appear one by one. When I see him pointing to the empty dots, the shadows gradually fade and return to nothingness, leaving behind star dots, the light shines brightly and unstable.

The next moment, the stars swirled and gathered into a stream of water, pouring into the boy's body like a river returning to the sea.

In a blink of an eye, the boy was solid, wearing white clothes, with a blue gourd hanging on his waist, a long sword in his hand, and a free and easy eyebrows.

"It's really a ruthless person who has broken his nature and built barriers. Greed and common thoughts are true to me." The young man sighed.

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure was disillusioned, and the bright light of the spiritual platform was shining, and the sword shadow reappeared.

Dots of silver light emerge from nothingness, and suddenly merge and return to unite, creating a hazy round bead that hangs above the sword shadow. It is the star bead that reappears and returns to its original position!

As the star bead returns to its position, in the dantian, the sword embryo's body shook all over, and starlight was like fog; the fog gathered and turned into a dragon, wandering around the sky, carrying a few star chips straight into the Niwan, and crashing into the star bead.

It was as if it was wiped away the gauze and the dew was removed. In an instant, the misty mist outside the star beads disappeared, revealing the true appearance of the glass.

Then the star beads moved, came out of the Niwan, and fell straight into the Dantian, and the road was unobstructed without any illusions.

However, just as it was about to merge into the sword embryo, an illusory silk thread suddenly appeared and wrapped around it in an instant, trapping it firmly.

The stars shine, and the star beads cannot move in an instant. Finally, the light is dim and it is disillusioned here. However, the next moment, it is reborn in the sea of ​​consciousness and disappears into the sword shadow.

"Oh," finally sighed, Yuan Qing woke up from the state of meditation, his body of spiritual pressure surged like a tide, and his cultivation was restored.

Get up, remove the ban, and look at the dark clouds above your head, and the boy feels a deep sense of return.

"After separation, we will return to a certain period of time."

......

At the same time, thousands of miles away, under the storm, a white jade flying boat appeared and disappeared, walking through the desert.

After about four hours, the speed of the car slowed down and finally landed. One person came down, wearing a white robe, embroidered peach blossoms, with a fat body and dark skin. It was Chen Mu who escaped here.

I saw him wave his sleeves, put away the speed vehicle, and then cursed and said, "His grandma, this broken speed vehicle is fast, but it is too mana!"

After saying that, he looked around and continued to curse: "There is also this broken place, there is sand everywhere, and the spiritual sense cannot be explored. I don't know wherever I go! Humph, damn Chen Le, and the immortal one, this account must be recorded on you!"

After venting, his mood was a little smoother. A wooden folding fan appeared, painting wind and snow on one side and mountains and rivers on the other.

As soon as he fanned out, the wind and snow on the fan suddenly lit up, calling out the strong wind and snow, clearing out a flat open space in front of him.

After a brief look, he was quite satisfied. Chen Mu put away the folding fan, took out several small golden flags and arranged them around him, set up a magic circle, took out a clear yellow pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and then sat down on the spot, meditated and adjusted his breathing.

Before he knew it, an hour passed quietly, and sand piles bulged around Chen Mu, half a person tall, but they were all blocked three feet away by a layer of red gold light film.

Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and the light film shattered, and then a yellow light flashed, rolled up a small flag and fish into the sleeves.

The sand pile collapsed and the sand was surging. Chen Mu was calm and released a green flying boat and broke through the air.

A few days later, the small town of Shahai was like Sha Town.

A figure swayed into the inn, made a cup of strong wine, and booked a room.

Not long after, several fire lights flew out of the town, running in all directions, and lost their whereabouts.
Chapter completed!