Wilderness alone

Yu Huai is indeed not from the Yu family, he came to the mountain ditch, and the road leading to the Yashan School was dug out by hand in the year when Qinghuang didn't pick it up.

Fortunately, Yashan's acceptance of apprentices not only emphasizes spiritual root aptitude.The head of the family and the head of the Yu family predicted that he was deeply blessed, so this poor ghost with damaged spiritual roots can still be respectfully called a fairy by the neighbors who spit on him in the past.A low life also has its advantages, a pile of weeds will last longer than Wei Ziyao and Huang Jiu.God has always held a bowl of water level, and if there is a corner missing at one end, it will be filled in at the other end.

Yu Huai is stuck in the past.

In the severe winter of that year, Yu Huai sneezed against the breaking wind that poured into the thatched hut. An indistinct smell of his mother was swept away. He rubbed his mother's skinny hand, and her mother coughed and finally coughed. , out of breath.

Her breathing has always been shallow, afraid of disturbing the sky, when it stops, it is like snowflakes falling to the ground.

The illiterate kid born in the backcountry used his long or short life to endure the true meaning of the word suffering to the extreme, and no matter how great the natural and man-made disasters were, he just endured them like a grain of sand.It's just that Yu Huai's father was forcibly arrested and enlisted in the army, his elder brother was buried under the loess, and before his mother died, she hadn't chewed up the formula for tolerance and fed it to him.

Father left early, and mother didn't even name Yu Huai, she used to bark like a yellow dog tied to the door.

Yu Huai, who had never had a full stomach, developed a rebellious resentment. He raised the god three feet above his head, slammed the door panel to force the official dog who forced Fu Lian, and gave birth to his mother who persuaded him to accept his fate and serve Huangtu.

The young twigs were finally crushed by a deadly snow.

Yu Huai often feels that he is too insignificant. The hometown of ordinary people is the heart and soul of dreams. His hometown is like a cold noodle cake that has been bitten off by someone and then run over by a wheel. Regrets are regrets, but Reluctant to pick up.

God is forcing Yu Huai to find a way to lead to heaven: he never cared about the burdens of the world, and was willing to plunge headlong into the bland and tasteless penance. He is a very good-hearted seedling.It's a pity that the good seedling is also a leaky wooden barrel that does not live up to expectations. After eating a wisp of spiritual energy, he breathes out a wisp of spiritual energy. After a long time, even the group of goatees who swear by it also suspect that the horoscope is out of accuracy-Yu Huai is not discouraged.

Others still can't get in touch with the clouds of Xiaochang mountain peak, he is now in the Fangwai cave on the top of Xiaochang mountain, isn't it just in response to the saying that the immortal fate is unique?

Although this "celestial fate" is nothing more than plowing the ground for sloppy alcoholics and planting spirit grass to make wine.

A pine cone smashed Yu Huai's untimely thoughts into the air.

He backed away abruptly, his right heel happened to touch a spiritual plant, he moved hastily with his left foot and stepped on another bud, his face immediately became hot.

Chong Li jumped down from the tree, staggered and landed on the open space among the two stalks of spiritual grass.He was still holding the wine jar that seemed to never be empty, and his drunken eyes squinted: "Well, this stupid look is more pleasing to the eye. The kid is too thoughtful, if you want to repair... hiccups, it is difficult to repair that troublesome way."

Yu Huai avoided the phrase "too much thought": "The Yashan Sword School follows the path of a swordsman. People, I will go."

Chong Li listened to his nonsense in a dispirited manner, scraping his ears with his little finger, he actually came up with wonderful ideas.He stared at Yu Huai for a while, the skin of the young man who had just reached the crown hadn't been cultivated to the point that it was thicker than the city wall, he showed his face for a while, and then used the skin named "Gentleman Duanfang" to plug the gap.

Looks like half an old horn who has been tempered by the world.

It is said that it is half, and it is not as old as it is.

Chong Li cheered up his spirits and gave an instruction, and the Tianzhong Spirit Grass grew a few inches in response, and it looked as if a thousand battalions were calling for it.

Yu Huai watched in fascination as he circulated his aura freely and freely. This wonderful method of communicating the sky and the earth was so mysterious and profound that the slovenly alcoholic became tall and solemn in an instant.

He had a sullen and indifferent face, and his thirst for unknown power was already frantically surging under his skin, and soon he was beaten back to his original appearance by the throbbing meridians, and he became a shrunken quail.

Chong Li was very proud of this low-level trick, and he showed off in his tone: "Don't look at the momentum of this move, it is no more powerful than a seven-star or eight-star broken sword formation, but it has a surprising ability to defeat the enemy. It is miraculously effective. It is not easy to learn, but one has to realize the principles of the five elements, the heaven and the earth..."

As for how to realize it, he got stuck, kept silent and put on an inscrutable air.

As he wished, Yu Huai didn't ask the bottom line: "As the saying goes, take everything and save it, and use it for nothing. The seniors are seductive, and Yu Huai is taught."

This young man has really become a master, flattering horses and beards is not serious, and he is affectionate, knowing that it is nonsense is also very comfortable.

Except for the appearance of the nine-point statue, there is a huge difference between Changhong and his best friend Changhong who was eating and waiting to die in Dachangshan.

Chong Li's old face couldn't stand his bragging: "Don't drink the ecstasy soup. Come, I'll take you to a good place." Seeing that this kid has been busy for a few days, it's time to give him some sweetness.

Yu Huai couldn't ask for it.

What a drinker loves is nothing more than Huangjiu, Qiting and Ludi. It can be seen how the "good place" in his mouth is a treasure of geomantic omen.

Although Yu Huai had thought about it a long time ago, his eyebrows twitched when he saw a wine jar with a height of three feet.

The color of the wine jar is old, and the light brown fine-grained strings are tightly tied around it in a disorderly manner. It stands carelessly in the middle of the magnificent and magnificent martial arts, like a bastard who does not know the heights of the sky and the ground.

Chong Li smiled and tapped three times on the side as if to tickle the old turtle, the altar shook pitifully, and half reluctantly "vomited" out a tattered door panel.

He turned his head and said to the young man who was speechless: "What are you doing in a daze? Go in."

Yu Huai: "So...there is a wine jar here?"

"Of course not. It was originally the place where those idiots from the Chonghua sect hid their treasures. It seemed to be named Bazhen Pavilion. The Pearl Palace Bei Que can blind people's eyes. Although the wine jar is not on the table, at least it can be seen." Chong Li's voice was sharp and cold, "The majestic Chonghua is like a man who started from the farmland, and the clothes and embroidery in the daytime are enviable...It's so strange that it collapsed overnight."

Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs, and after Chonghua's fall, people who came to collect all the rare treasures even scraped off the mermaid ointment burning on the wall lamp.

The treasure pavilion in the altar is dark and dim, and the steps on both sides can be vaguely seen, which is similar to the mortal pagoda.

In the middle of the top of the head, at an unknown height, there is a spot of light like a wolf's eye in the middle of the night. The light ghostly swept over Chong Li's face, overlapping with the broken marks on his eyebrows, more like a slanted white blade, plus a The sarcasm on his face was almost the same as that of a gloomy wild ghost.

Yu Huai couldn't help sneaking glances at the bewildering drinkers, thinking that Chong Li would be more suitable for pie if he was a fool.Even if he was incompatible with Duan Yasheng, there was still a bit of human touch in his straightforward dealings.

It is rare for him to say some nonsense that has not been filtered by Jiuqu's heart: "Prosperity will not last long, and old friends must not stay. Even if seniors have any entanglements with the Chonghua sect, they have all returned to ashes, so don't worry about it."

"I've exhausted my true knowledge and insights, you kid, and I have to leave all the stupid things to those who are about to be buried. Let's not talk about beautiful words, the things are on the top, you have to go fast, don't bother me to drink."

The consolation without understanding the previous situation and the consequences is as dry as white water at first sight, but it is quite pleasant when you think about it carefully.Chong Li lightly condescended, and instead of going to the mouth of the altar, he lifted the wine altar and let the jade wine pour down from the edge of the altar.His head is slightly tilted up, and the fluorescent light reflects a ray of fine wine, like a beam of frosty moon falling into the vermilion lips and white teeth, and the water light sinks into the red lapel along the neck, making it even more beautiful.

Yu Huai's cheeks blushed quietly: "Senior, don't do it?"

The alcoholic waved his hands like a beggar on the street, apparently determined to drink wine on the spot.

Since Yu Huai entered this realm, Chong Li has always been a caring face, and occasionally giving pointers is mostly to demonstrate a few tricks that are not useful.

A fledgling bird with only aspirations and shallow foundation crashes into the ten-mile old forest like a paper kite. When he releases the kite on a whim, he pulls down the string. When he completely lets go, the kite is at a loss.

He didn't know what kind of temptations and thorns were hidden in the road ahead, he stepped on the stairs and looked back, Chong Li happened to cast a sideways glance, the end of his eyes were smudged by wine, but his expression was eerily sober.

Yu Huaifu's provocative feelings were shoveled away.

The needle-sized star dots on the top shone like snow, and the coldness poured from the center of the head to the soles of the feet.

This reminded him of the snow when his mother died, it was bitterly cold, but clever use can also make a snow cave to dispel the cold.

He showed an inevitable smile in the cold light.

Not long after the young man left, the old broken door on the broken jar opened again, and a white crane like Ke Xue stepped in.It walked up to the owner's side in a graceful manner, and pecked Chong Li's messy hair in an indecent manner.

The sunlight behind Bai He illuminated the alcoholic who had been drunk for hundreds of years, he rolled over uncomfortably so that his other half could also get warm in the sun, and when he was dazed, he raised his hand to give the troublemaker a return gift - rubbing his hair.

Bai He proudly slapped him all over the face, and said, "My uncle came to see if you died from drinking."

Chong Li said: "I drank it, I didn't die."

He wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness to grab the jar, which is as important as his lifeblood, into his arms, but Uncle He didn't do what he wanted, and fanned the bane out of the Treasure Pavilion with a wave of his wings, shooting it out with lightning speed. A crane feather pierced the mechanism and sealed the door, with the whole "I am the uncle and I won't let you drink, so why not me" posture.

Chong Li: "..."

"After so many years, the top of Dachang Mountain has already leveled out. Even if you drink to death, my uncle's enemy will not be able to survive."

Chong Li changed the rough rubbing into soft comforting, and wiped off the wine beads on Uncle He's tail.

"Let's stop the meeting, since Changhong is not here, there will be no one to support you in the future."

"...Little Changshan's brat, I miss him."

The drinker lowered his eyes: "Well, I thought about it too... I want to beat you for him."

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Yu Huai went up to the top of the pagoda step by step, and what he saw was not some rare treasure, but a slowly rotating luminous formation.

He took out the talisman paper, but he didn't know that the light spots rushed towards him, and the world spun in front of him.

It was as if he was swept up to the heavens by a strange wind, and was thrown back and forth by the teasing clouds, and his internal organs had a great shift. This feeling is really not very pleasant.

Although he was always alert, he was no match for Chonghua's group of old monsters who put their whole life's effort into designing a trap.It wasn't until he hit the soft green ground face down from a high altitude that he found a sense of solidity.

There is a good scenery in the array.

It is sunny and bright, and the flowing clouds meander thousands of miles in the shape of broken waves. Because there is only a layer as thin as a cicada's wing, it looks like a stinky god who has covered himself with concealer powder.

The two peaks in the cloud are bowing to each other, the short one is like bowing to the ground, and the other one is about ten feet taller, and is worshiped by it in high spirits. That's all.

Yu Huai looked up at the higher mountain peaks with his head on his hands. After seeing for a long time that his neck and gloves were sore and swollen, he slowly got up from the ground.

The mountain is not empty.

Sitting with his back facing him was a young man in blue shirt who buried his head in reading papers, his description was unclear.Most of the young people didn't realize that there was an unexpected visitor on the mountain, and their sitting posture was as usual, just like pines, cypresses and green bamboos, like a water moon Guanyin, and the phoenix appearance was heart-wrenching.He is at ease, as if he wants to integrate with the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, so he absorbs seven parts of the loneliness from the world in the very tranquility.

After a while, Yu Huai and the young man heard the tinkling sound together.The young man glanced down the mountain quickly, although he was moved, he still sat on the square stone bench and pretended to meditate.

As the voice gradually sounded, the "visitor" also revealed Lushan's true face: handsome and handsome, with open clothes that could be tied around the waist with a few randomly tied ribbons, and four or five wine jars strung together with red strings. .

He has the habits of a rascal in the market, like a dandy who visits Washi and drinks flower wine.

Yu Huai was dumbfounded at this face that resembled his own, and turned to look at the young man in green who raised his head——

The man smiled and said: "Chong Li, guess what kind of wine I brought you today?"