Wilderness alone

A peak is like a blade, and the sky retreats for it; the forest is like a belt of fog, which can be seen for less than ten miles.

The verdant lingyun trees can almost block out the sun, and occasionally a few strands rush in through the gaps between the leaves. It is so thin that even the white mist can't penetrate it.

This is the scene Yu Huai saw when he first went to Xiaochang Mountain. It is rumored that the inheritance of the Chonghua School, which was very popular for a while, is hidden in the depths.

Xiaochangshan is adjacent to Dachangshan, and it is one of the five wonderlands along with Xuanqing Cave Forbidden Area, Demon Realm Bailuohai, Lichao Ruins, and Qiming Beast Den. Monks are not allowed to use spiritual power on the way up the mountain, and they are like ordinary people through and through.There have been many monks trying their luck for a hundred years, and they returned without success, and the rumors became jokes after a long time.

There are a few sects who are determined to squeeze a few drops of oil and water from this chicken rib, and have the idea of ​​​​polishing the minds of the juniors. Xiaochangshan's Quest Notice has been hanging on the sect trial list all year round to accumulate dust.

Most of the newly promoted juniors are unwilling to do thankless things. As for those favored children of heaven with delicate skin and tender flesh, they have an endless supply of spirit stones and treasure maps, and they don't bother to ask for any benefits from "jokes". The matter fell on the head of Yu Huai, who had damaged spiritual roots and was full of great luck.

Yu Huai has made little progress in his practice, so he can be regarded as a blind cat wandering in the mountains, maybe he can catch dead mice.Perhaps because of his good temperament, or because of his predestined relationship with Xiao Changshan in his previous life, he really met one.

On the top of the mountain, the sea of ​​clouds was churning, and a dilapidated ancient road stretched across the air like a decadent old dragon. Not far away was the lower mountain top of Dachang Mountain.Surprised, Yu Huai couldn't help secretly rejoicing, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the first step as if walking on a level ground.

When the dark day came, the ancient road disappeared completely. Yu Huai stood at the end and looked back, exhaled slowly, and turned to look up at the relics of Chonghua—the vastness of heaven and earth, the white clouds and gray dogs, the glorious martial arts hall in the past, and the green forest and moss today. The ruins of the towers, the impermanence of personnel, nothing more than this.

In the bamboo grove in front of the mountain gate, there are a few small dots like viburnum flowers. Yu Huai walks a little further to see that they are a few white cranes hanging down their feathers.

One of them, a white crane with a foot of red silk in its mouth, tuned its head and hid in the forest, and he hurriedly followed.

A few feet into the bamboo grove, the smell of wine hits the face, and the wine jar is often empty.The white crane walked around the wine jar with difficulty, stopped and pecked fiercely.

Under the altar is a section of crumpled vermilion sleeves—a person is lying in such a cramped space.

The white crane pecked the man's arm around the half jar of wine for a few counts, but couldn't respond, and was about to turn over the crooked wine jar. The drinker who was supposed to be drunk couldn't pretend to be dead anymore, so he raised his hand to block it, and said clearly: "If you want to make a fuss, make a fuss, don't grab a drink with me, and be careful that I pluck your hair."

Bai He tugged his ruffled sleeves and pulled them out, the drunkard glanced at him: "Oh? It's rare to be a young man from Changshan. If you're too busy to come to this poor place, why do you want to do it?"

Yu Huai: "Yu Huai, the Sword Sect at Xiaya Mountain, came here for the sake of immortality."

The drunkard said: "You are kind of interesting, you know what to say to people like me."

Yu Huai was not easy to answer, so he smiled warmly.

The drinker hastily fiddled with the white crane's tail feathers. He has high brow bones, light pupils, and a broken mark between his brows, as if a section had been sliced ​​off by the tip of a knife, like a slender desert inserted horizontally in an endless oasis, which belongs to the appearance of poor fortune .

Yu Huai felt sorry, and his eyes lingered on the broken mark for a moment. The drinker touched his brow bone in disapproval, and picked up the wine jar: "Your boy has my appetite, but I can't give you anything for nothing. Money and goods are fair. What do you think of the deal?"

Yu Huai made a bow: "What do you want, senior?"

The drinker raised his head and poured wine, rolled up his sleeves and wiped his lips: "You can't live without wine. Without wine, you will be unhappy every day. The wine in the lower world is almost tasteless. Brew a jar for me as a reward for leading you to the place of inheritance. Shouldn't it be difficult?"

This is not difficult for Yu Huai: "It is true that there is nothing more fair."

The drinker said: "By the way, you just said that your surname is Yu - a hundred years ago, there was such a high-minded Yu family in the Yashan Sword Sect, and they haven't collapsed yet?"

The corners of Yu Huai's lips curled up: "Not in the lower half of the Yu family, the word 'Yu Jiake' is more accurate." He suffered a lot in his early years, and he insisted on sustaining the heavy vicissitudes in the words.

The drinker laughed loudly and said, "The word 'ke' makes sense. Life and death are natural, who in the world is not a guest? Now the guest should go back to his residence, you'd better follow closely."

As the setting sun slanted, fine viburnum flowers flew across the shadows of the lake and mountains, and the entire secret place was shrouded in brilliant rays of light.The drinkers were reluctant to stay longer for the beautiful scenery, and walked away with the wine jar.

In less than half a moment, the sky is completely dyed with ink blue, embellished with brilliant stars.

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Yu Huai guided the aura to circulate for a week, and the dull pain in the dormant meridian was slightly relieved, and he was already sweating through his shirt after sitting still.

The stone house was filled with hot air, he pushed open the stone door and went outside, feeling extremely refreshed.

Half of the fields outside the gate were taken care of by Yu Huai yesterday, and the traces are still fresh.The drinker sat on the floor with his back facing Yu Huai, with only a loose tuft of loose robes, as if as long as there was wine, the poor mountains and bad lands would be blissful caves.Come and go in the wine, carefree and carefree, regardless of the changes of generations.

He waved to the young man from the air, took another jar, poured out a little wine and handed it to Yu Huai: "Come and sit, you won't be able to sleep even if you measure it."

Yu Huai's kindness was hard to shake, so he took a sip from the altar and praised: "It's really good wine."

The drinker said in distaste: "What kind of good wine is this? Really good wine must be brewed with the immortal grass from Dachang Mountain and sealed for dozens of years before it tastes good enough."

"Hundred fairy grass?"

"It's gone with the top of Dachang Mountain. I also built a jar, but the time has not come, so I have to look at it to satisfy my greed." The alcoholic conversation became more and more lively, pointing to Tianlan. "The peak of Dachang Mountain was originally there, stabilizing at the top of Xiaochang Mountain, but now it is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds in the lower realm, and only bears the word "big" as a name for future generations to make a fuss about. A hundred-foot-high mountain will become a hill after a thousand years. How much better can monks be than mountains and rivers?"

This madman's words were full of irony towards cultivators, he was lazy, and his tone was quite loud.Yu Huai pretended not to understand the meaning: "It's a pity that the junior came a hundred years late, and can't see the old style of Dachang Mountain."

Big and small Changshan and the Yu family are quite related.

Dachangshan and Xiaochangshan are only a few counties away, located in the shade of the Tengjiang River and the yang of the Quhe River.

The founder of the Chonghua School was filled with Dachangshan's aura, so he chose this place to open his school. After the changes in Dachangshan, he moved to Xiaochangshan, and fell down 120 years ago.

The ancestors of the Yu family were considered to be powerful in transforming gods. They used to be the guest ministers of the Chonghua School, and then transferred to Yashan. The Yu family has the current atmosphere.The secret of Xiaochangshan's fate has been passed down from generation to generation in Yashan, and none of the predecessors has learned anything.Later, the younger brother didn't want to toil in vain, so he sent Yu Huai to try it out. If he knew that he had found the door by mistake, he didn't know what to think.

I'm afraid I'm going to regret my intestines, right?

The wine was so strong that Yu Huai felt hot after taking two sips, so he stopped drinking.

The drinker took advantage of the opportunity to take the half of the altar, and swung the altar lightly, with a satisfied expression on his face, like a kind of pure joy.He couldn't help thinking, this alcoholic is really addicted to alcohol, he can't bear even a drop.

"What kind of scenery, a mountain, a few grasses on the mountain, a few trees, a few lazy birds, a few broken rocks, at most it is taller. But once it is struck by lightning, it will be a pity. How did Ray get here?"

People of their generation are familiar with this matter, and it is not difficult to recite it. Yu Huai blurted out: "In the past, the Venerable Hengmo was besieged in Luofu Peak, trying to use the universe to turn the situation around by borrowing seven, seven, and forty-nine mountains and rivers. Dachangshan is one of them." One. However, the crime was extremely heinous, the law of heaven could not keep him, the tribulation thunder came suddenly, Venerable Hengmo was killed on the spot, Luofu Peak collapsed in an instant, and Dachang Mountain was not spared..."

The drinker leisurely licked the wine from the corner of his lips, and his voice was as smooth as silk: "Oh, so that's how they explained it to the younger generation."

The wind at night was gloomy and cold, Yu Huai asked: "Could it be that there is something else hidden?"

The drinker sneered and said, "People, it is because of infidelity that one cultivates the truth, one seeks the way because one has no way, one abstains from sexual desires because one cannot help one, and one purifies one's heart because one is impure. There are no thousands of hidden feelings, so what is the name of a monk. Relying on that fellow Hengmo—hmph, no bastard can make up such a nonsense."

When pretending to be true, the truth is also false, and the fixed opinion has been born, which is true and which is false is no longer important-what can you do if you know it?Pretentiously saying that "justice is at the heart of the people" has never helped.A highly respected monk, the head of the house does not have a goatee, and nine out of ten have a bad temper like goat horns. Even if a lie is poked out, he can find thousands of patches to save his face without regret .

Yu Huai became bored when he thought about his mind.

The drinker will get it wrong: "Do you really believe in this shit? I thought you were a little bit smart."

He turned his side, and the night breeze gently opened the loose skirt, his skin was as white as a jade man.The broken marks on the eyebrows are like the floating snow on the green hills and the distant Daisy at the first light of the sun.

An inch of Yu Huai's thoughts slowly drifted into the slanted eyebrow. He thought it made sense for everyone to get drunk if he was not drunk, so he straightened his tongue after a while. "I don't believe it all. I'm just thinking... I had a drink with senior, and I don't know the name of senior, so I'm taking the liberty to ask."

I drank some wine, let's call it... a free drink?

The uninvited young man was blushing, still childish, and had been shaved a little bit by his age, looking like a kid who stole wine from adults.

With such a meager amount of alcohol, if he really wants to drink with the old monster soaked in the wine jar, he doesn't know that he will have to wait until the year of the monkey.

The drinker was amused by him, and casually said: "Chong Li, Zhong from Qianzhong Mountain, Li from Li Mang. Call it whatever you want."

It would be a waste for a madman to have a solemn name.

Yu Huai was very drunk, and muttered something, Chong Li couldn't help laughing, he was confused, and before he could figure out what joke he was telling, he raised a white flag to Jiu Xian.

If you want to become a generation of elegant customers who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, you have a long way to go.