After amnesia, I fell in love with my old enemy

Chen Wei's gaze paused at the corner of his upturned mouth, then slid down to the jar of bamboo wine in the man's hand.

Kind of familiar, he thought.

Che Shanxue was shaking the bamboo tube, and the wine was swaying so loudly that an alcoholic could know that it was a good wine in a bamboo tube just by the sound, and it was exactly like that—bamboo rice, clear spring, wine koji, even buried Everywhere, there is nothing that is not good.

Wait, Chen Wei remembered.

Nearly 80 years ago, I dug a pit on Tianqing Peak in the middle of the night, tied several cans of heavy bamboo tubes together with hemp rope, put them into the pit, and buried them deeply.At that time, the bamboo tube was still green in color, not as withered and yellow as it is now, nor does it have a mellow wine fragrance as it does now.so……

How did this bastard dig out the bamboo tube wine that he himself had forgotten?Got a dog nose? !

Che Shanxue didn't know what Chen Wei was slandering him, she listened to the sound of the drink shaking with a smile on her face.

"It's really lucky," he said, "the group of ghost soldiers in Fangguan went out to investigate the situation these days, they were too lazy to float, they went directly across the mountain, and bumped into this underground."

The corners of Chen Wei's eyes twitched, and the invisible Che Shanxue continued to happily share this good fortune with him.

"Little General Zhou said that they found six cans, but five of them rotted in the ground, and the wine inside leaked out, killing weeds and bugs for nothing. Only this one was in the middle, so it was well preserved. Smell The aroma of the wine must have been more than 70 years ago, it is too wasteful to drink a good old wine alone, so are you coming?"

Chen Wei was silent for a moment, but the words came to his lips but could not be uttered.

The head of Qingcheng is not addicted to alcohol, and has always been like this from the past until now, so he definitely did not brew these cans of bamboo wine for himself, but Che Shanxue has always been greedy for what is in the cup, and he is fond of the best wine in the world. Take three swigs.

If you tell Che Shanxue now that this is his own brewed wine, I'm afraid both of them will be embarrassed.

In the past, Chen Wei didn't care whether Che Shanxue was embarrassed or not, but today is New Year's Eve, the last day of Yuan Hui's 17th year, and everyone was smiling, forming a strange atmosphere.It seems that whoever says something disappointing is a sinner.

So Chen Wei hesitated for a moment, pressed the first disappointment back to his stomach, and said the second disappointment to Che Shanxue.

"You can't drink," he said.

"..."

"My lord, it's New Year's Eve," Che Shanxue couldn't believe that Chen Wei really said those words, "It's been a long time recuperating, so it's okay to have a sip, right?"

"It's only been four days since you started recuperating according to the instructions." Chen Wei said.

"..."

Che Shanxue was speechless, thinking deeply, no wonder it was an old enemy.

This more serious character is really not flattering.

And Chen Wei tidied up the book case, took—or snatched—the bamboo tube from Che Shanxue, and stuffed it into a secret pocket.

"My people from Qingchengmen are going to worship their ancestors later, and I guess you don't want to go. It's probably very late when the wine and dinner are served. I ordered the sword servants to cook for you in advance, and let them deliver the meals for you and your disciples to worship." Look, when the time comes, you can just set up a table by yourself, take your medicine early after eating, and call your apprentice for the New Year's Eve vigil. If I know that you haven't fallen asleep by Xushi..."

"Chen Wei," Che Shanxue said expressionlessly, "Which bamboo bear spirit has possessed your body?"

Sect Master Chen clicked his tongue, only feeling that it was rare for him to worry about these things, and there were still people who didn't feel well.

He went straight out of the gentleman's hall, nodded to the elders and disciples waiting outside the hall, let the sword servant hold an umbrella for him, left Che Shanxue behind, and left without looking back.

Because he walked too bluntly, he didn't see something that would anger him happened in the Hall of Gentlemen.

Hearing the footsteps of Chen Wei and his group leaving, Che Shanxue took out another can of bamboo tube wine from his sleeve, shook it, and thanked the sound of sloshing water, "Fortunately, I saved my hand."

After the ghosts dug out the bamboo tube, they actually picked out two cans of drinkable bamboo tube wine inside.

Before inviting the wine, Che Shanxue thought of the possibility of confiscation, but he still invited the wine because today he suddenly wanted to drink with Chen Wei.

It's a pity that the moon waxes and wanes, and things are half full. Since Chen Wei refuses to agree, he can only drink alone tonight.

Well, where should I choose to taste this glass of wine that Chen Wei brewed for him more than 70 years ago?

***

New Year's Eve.

Qingcheng Mountain is brightly lit up and down.

Feng Yao Temple, the head of Chen stood at the front of the team, leading the people to offer incense to the ancestors of the past.Behind him, because of the Liu family's incident, Qingcheng, which is so neat and orderly, was so rare that he knelt down and worshiped the patriarch of heaven and earth with Chen Wei.

In the ancestral hall, hundreds of steles that have just been cleaned by people glow with warm light like broken gold under the candlelight.Chen Wei stood up from the futon, looked at the names of the countless ancestors, and bowed again.

Elder Qingcheng and his disciples also bowed.

Not seeking prosperity, not seeking well-being, only seeking to continue the inheritance of the Taoism of Qingcheng Jianmen.

The scene of the ruined human race that was last seen in the previous life flashed quickly in front of Chen Wei's eyes, he blinked, put aside those complicated thoughts, and bowed again.

If Qingcheng's orthodoxy can continue to be passed on, the human race will also have no worries.

After Chen Wei said this in his heart, he opened his eyes and stood up, straightening his back.

Praying to the ancestors is just a comfort in the heart. If you really want to save the human race from the fire, you need to look at the actual actions.

But today, it's okay to be a little lazy.

"Let's start the banquet." Chen Wei ordered.

Hearing his words, the overly solemn atmosphere in front of the ancestral hall was relieved, and the young disciples who didn't know the sorrow walked out in groups, wanting to be the first to see what delicious food the New Year banquet was.

Chen Wei, who was standing at the front, fell behind instead, but he was not in a hurry, he stopped and waited for another person who was slower than him.

Little congratulations to Master Min Ji.

Min Ji also participated in the re-run winter test before. Although he was hindered by Gen Gu, his extremely high comprehension allowed him to average the scores, and he could actually enter the gate wall of Qingcheng.

But the Grand Master seemed to want Min Ji to be his disciple. The elders didn't know what to do, so they could only report to Chen Wei and ask him to ask Che Shanxue.

Chen Wei didn't bother to ask, since he didn't recover his memory, Che Shanxue probably couldn't remember the matter of accepting an apprentice.

Today, Qingcheng raised the mountain to worship the ancestors, and it happened that there was a lack of a master Zhu to preside over it, so Chen Wei called Min Ji's name.

Leaving aside how excited Min Ji is, at least at this moment, his movements may be stiff in front of Chen Wei, but his behavior is quite decent.

One big and one small walked out of Fengyao Temple, Chen Wei asked: "Will you follow Che Shanxue or stay in Qingcheng Mountain?"

Min Ji's mood was agitated, and he couldn't hear clearly for a while, so he asked quickly: "Are you asking me?"

Chen Wei glanced at him, feeling that the youngest of Che Shanxue's family seemed to be more unreliable than his brothers and sisters, but the rare good mood made him explain in a gentle tone: "If you want to stay in Qingcheng Mountain, even Che Shanxue I can't take you away either."

Hearing his words, Min Ji's heart beat like a drum and his face flushed red.

He immediately blurted out what was in his heart and shouted: "Master!"

"Ok?"

"Me, me, me!" Min Ji swallowed a mouthful of saliva, temporarily cured his stutter, "I have admired you for a long time! Me! I want to learn swords from you!"

This childish words made Chen Wei smile in his heart.

"Work hard," Chen Wei said, "Maybe I will accept you."

Instead of looking at Min Ji's staring eyes, Chen Wei quickened his pace and left Min Ji behind when he found the elders in front of him calling him.

"Xiao Qi," Gong Rou, who came out of nowhere, patted Min Ji's shoulder, bent down and handed out a handkerchief, and asked at the same time, "Why are you crying?"

"No, I didn't cry," Min Ji took the handkerchief to wipe away tears, sniffed his nose, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Isn't Senior Sister Gong and Mr. Senior Brother Li in the worship temple? Why are you here?"

"What?" Gong Rou sighed, "Master hasn't gone back, so the third child and I can only come out to find someone?"

"Ah?" Min Ji was startled, "Did you find it?"

"No," Gong Rou was even more frustrated, "I'd better ask the head of Xia Chen."

After speaking, she pulled Min Ji and chased in the direction where the crowd left.

Then they were blocked by a surging wall of people.

When the two little ones squeezed out and rushed to the place where the New Year's Eve banquet was held, Chen Wei had already finished his congratulatory speech, and the troupe raised by Yao Qingfeng was performing hard on the stage, babbling and singing, while other people's eyes were on the stage, Gong Rou hurriedly touched it.

"Didn't go back?" Chen Wei frowned.

His good mood, which was rarely seen because of the Chinese New Year, was completely destroyed. He could only show his head to the elder Ma who was sitting next to him, and then got up and left the table with Gongrou Minji who apologized to the elders.

After getting away from the hustle and bustle of the stage, Chen Wei asked, "Have you not been?"

"Yes," Gong Rou has always been timid in front of Sect Leader Chen, she lowered her head and replied, "After meeting the owner of the Southeast Chamber of Commerce, Master asked me to go back first. I guarantee that Master will not step into the worship hall later on. He will be the last to see him."

Min Ji, who lowered his head together with Gong Rou, trembled, and he heard the sound of grinding teeth above his head.

"You two go back to eat first, don't worry about him." Chen Wei said.

"But it's so late..."

Chen Wei didn't speak, and pointed at the worship temple halfway up the mountain, the two little ones quickly fell silent, and ran back hand in hand.

And Chen Wei stood there for a while, realizing that he didn't know where Che Shanxue would go to drink.

He thought for a while, thought of something, raised his lightness kung fu, stepped across the flawless white snow, and flew towards the highest peak of Qingcheng.

Azure Peak.

More than 20 days ago, Chen Wei left the customs and stood on the top of the mountain and cut half of Dayan with his sword. The surging sword intent is still roaring on the top of the mountain. Many people dare not go up when they get halfway up the mountain. Even the sword boy on duty has been put on leave .But tonight, there was one person on the top of Tianqing Peak, which was supposed to be deserted.

Only a few feet away from where Chen Wei drew his sword, there is a hexagonal pavilion with a thatched roof.

This simple pavilion was originally a good place to enjoy the scenery due to air leakage everywhere, but tonight someone hung bamboo curtains on the six sides of it and lit a pot of charcoal fire.

The water basin was set on the charcoal fire, and it was half filled with water. The wine in a bamboo tube with the cork removed stood in the center. When it was stimulated by the hot water, the fragrant wine smelled.

The snow is falling outside the pavilion, and the charcoal fire is crackling inside the pavilion.

Che Shanxue drank half a bottle of wine in a small cup, and his mind remained clear for the time being, when his ears moved suddenly, he stretched out his hand to lift a bamboo curtain, and poked his head out.

Chen Wei stood on the path outside the pavilion, his anger almost boiled the snow on this mountain.

"You're here too," Che Shanxue said slowly, "Chen Wei, happy new year."