Cultivation game, starting from the mouse

"It's not the sect I established, there's no need to go and take a look!"

Meng Yu shook his head, seemingly not interested.

Seeing that his seniors had said so, Wei Xun naturally had no need to insist on it.

Waiting until the next day, Wei Xun went to all the taverns and inns in Qiufeng City, trying to find the drink Zui Qiufeng.

But there is no such wine for sale in the city, and no one has even heard of it.

I bought various kinds of wine in the city for Senior Yuan Kong to taste, but they all found it almost boring.

Wei Xun had no choice but to leave Qiufeng City and visit nearby villages and towns.

After coming out of Qiufeng City, Wei Xun searched around Qiufeng Mountain. When he saw villages and towns, he went in to ask.

During this period, I also bought a lot of small wines for Senior Yuan Kong to taste, but without exception, I couldn't find anything that satisfied him.

"Xiao Wei, forget it if you can't find it!"

In the tower, more than twenty jars of wine were placed in front of Senior Yuan Kong, who made Yuan Kong frown.

Seeing that Senior Yuan Kong had said this, Wei Xun had no choice but to give up temporarily.

Five or six thousand years have passed, and this thing may have been lost.

Then Wei Xun planned to walk slowly westward, and just go to Guanglingzhou to find Yue Qiu before the appointed time.

I was responsible for collecting all the materials. I just had to wait for him to make the puppet.

By the way, I walked along the path that Senior Meng Yu walked before and helped him find inspiration for his creation.

There is Xiqiu Mountain to the west of Qiufeng Mountain, located halfway between Shuiyun Continent and Nanhai Continent.

This mountain is the highest among the nearby mountains. It was just early spring, and the scenery on the mountain was pretty good.

Slowly climbing the mountain along the path at the foot of the mountain, Wei Xun dragged the tower with one hand and temporarily handed over the use of his body to Senior Meng Yu.

Meng Yu has been here before, although the scenery here has changed a lot in the past few thousand years.

But Meng Yu still felt extremely familiar when he came to this place again.

When we reach the top of the mountain, there is a stone tablet with the words "Xiqiu Mountain" written on it.

The strokes were vigorous and powerful, and Meng Yu was fascinated by them.

"These words seem to have been written by Jianfeng!" Meng Yu murmured, then reached out and touched it.

"Senior, don't you want to compose a poem at this time?"

Wei Xun suddenly asked.

"I do have this idea!" After Meng Yu finished speaking, he shook his head: "I just feel that my head is empty and I have no thoughts!"

"Senior, let me give you a try!"

Wei Xun suddenly spoke: "The top of the mountain can be seen for thousands of miles, and the spring breeze blows on the face and is full of greenery. I can't help but make my blood rush!"

After saying this, Wei Xun glanced at the row of willow trees on the top of the mountain and began to recite.

"The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down."

"I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

After reciting a poem about willows, Wei Xun returned to the tower.

"This poem is not bad!" Mengyu sighed after listening to it, and then said: "Suddenly I realized that I have lived too long and my brain is a little rusty. It has been a long time since I wrote a decent poem."

"Senior, don't be discouraged!" Wei Xun had no choice but to persuade him: "No matter how good the poem is, you have to try to compose it!"

"Then let me give it a try?" Meng Yu seemed hesitant.

"Senior, you can do it!" Wei Xun immediately cheered.

Hearing Wei Xun's encouragement, Meng Yu nodded slightly, then closed his eyes and let the wind blow over his face, using Wei Xun's body so that Meng Yu could feel the touch of the wind.

After a long time, Meng Yu opened his eyes and spoke.

"Climbing the peak and looking at the river, blowing in the cool breeze, you can see thousands of valleys and mountains in the painting."

"The green ridges and green peaks are surrounded by clouds and mist, and the blue waves reflect the sky."

After hearing the poem written casually by Senior Meng Yu, Wei Xun was somewhat impressed.

Although he cannot judge whether a poem is good or not based on his own cultural literacy, for Wei Xun, it is a good poem if it sounds catchy.

"Senior, your poem is very good!"

Wei Xun immediately started praising him.

"This poem is simply the best poem I have ever heard. I am in awe of the great talent of your predecessors!"

But after hearing Wei Xun's praise, Meng Yu shook his head and was dissatisfied.

"The poem I just composed is really average, but the one you just composed, Xiao Wei, is much better than mine!"

Meng Yu shook his head.

"Senior, I didn't do that!" In order not to undermine Meng Yu's confidence, Wei Xun had no choice but to explain: "I saw that in... a book before!"

"I...how can I compose this kind of poem!"

After explaining, Wei Xun smiled awkwardly.

"It doesn't matter whether you composed it or not!" Meng Yu still looked sad: "But the one you just composed is indeed better than mine. It seems that I may not be able to compose a good poem in this life!"

"Senior, be more confident!" Wei Xun didn't want Senior Meng Yu to become depressed, otherwise how could he free his soul?

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound from the bottom of the mountain, as if someone was climbing a mountain.

Hearing this voice, Wei Xun immediately became alert.

How could anyone come here in this barren place?

So Wei Xun took back control of his body, then completely hid his aura and hid behind the willow tree.

After waiting quietly for a long time, the people from the bottom of the mountain came up.

Wei Xun quietly poked his head out and looked out, and found that the people coming up were a man and a woman. They looked very young.

They were dressed like monks, and their attires were different, so they were probably not from the same sect.

After they went up the mountain, their expressions were a little solemn, as if they were worried about something.

No one spoke to anyone first.

After waiting for a long time, the young man said, "Pingping, what are you thinking?"

"What do you mean, what do I think?" The young woman named Ping Ping's eyes were a little red, as if she had just cried: "I want to ask you what you think now!"

"I..." The young man was suddenly speechless and didn't know what to answer.

"If you don't make a decision, my master will marry me to the son of the city lord of Jiuchuan City!"

Pingping sniffled and seemed very reluctant.

"But I..." The man hesitated: "But I can't leave the sect now..."

"Then can you leave me?" Pingping asked the man loudly: "Are you just willing to see me marry another man?"

"Of course I don't want to!" The man shook his head: "But now I am about to be promoted to an inner disciple of our Danqing Sect. I can't do anything else at this moment!"

"Give me another half year. After I am promoted to an inner disciple in half a year, I will definitely tell my master to come to your sect to propose marriage!"

"You still have to wait half a year?" Pingping smiled bitterly after hearing this: "If I wait for you for another half year, I'm afraid I'll have a child for the young master of Jiuchuan City!"

"You can pretend to be sick!" the man suggested.

"Do you think my master is a fool?" Pingping smiled bitterly: "If you really don't want to marry me, then I can only obey the master's order and marry the young master of Jiuchuan City."