Wilderness alone

Chang Shan and Chang Shan were brothers in their previous lives.As soon as the former is covered with emerald green mountains, the latter emerges like bamboo shoots after the rain, as if the small city sandwiched by the two mountains has become an incense table in two screens.The peak of Xiaochang Mountain is not like its elder brother, which is rugged, lonely, and inaccessible. The peak is in the shape of a circular arc, and there is a slight depression in the west, facing Yu Huai and the two young people, like a deflated mouth—it is probably impossible to discuss Drinking, wronged.

The young man in green shirt called "Chongli" was not moved by the three-inch tongue of the visitor: "I don't drink alcohol, Changhong, don't provoke me with your glib tongue."

The guest said: "It's wrong, it's the one who has a wise heart and a good tongue. 'Wine is for joy, and you can get rid of worries and have fun' (1), 'The common people think it is joy, and the gentleman thinks it is a gift' (2), the nature of things is like this. I have fine wine, and the mountain has Beautiful scenery, everything is ready, the only thing I owe is a beautiful woman who has been my best friend for thousands of years, so why don't you want to help me with such a small favor?"

The man in the green shirt turned his back and ignored him, but his cheeks were tinged with blush, quite the beauty of peach blossoms in jade.This is indeed the Chongli Yu Huai met when he first entered Xiaochangshan, a little less mad, and a little more youthful, with eyebrows trimmed like a smooth ink line, without any shocking cut marks in the future.For a moment, Yu Huai thought that Chong Li had seen him, but when he discerned carefully, only floating clouds and green mountains were reflected in the latter's pupils, clear and indifferent, as if suppressing the pain that had accumulated over the years.

The young man Chongli stretched out his white jade-like arms from his wide sleeves, and compromised: "One altar is fine, no more talk."

Changhong sighed with emotion: "It's really not easy for you to drink three times and four times to delay your drinking."

Chong Li took the wine jar, and unsealed the wine in a strange way: "Threatened by a thousand years of love - such a precious jar of wine, do I dare not drink it?"

He sniffed lightly, his face changed, and he almost knocked over the treasure: "Hundred Immortal Grass!? You use this to make wine!?"

Changhong hugged his shoulders with a hippie smile, taking advantage of the situation to straighten him, not unexpectedly seeing a beautiful face full of anger, and said without fear of death: "I said you have the wisdom root of wine appreciation, and your nose is very good. Halfway up the mountain Don't you want to taste the wine made from the hundred immortal grass?"

Chong Li said: "At the top of the mountain...you are the master of Dachang Mountain. How to deal with the things on the mountain is your business. The poor elixir that mortals can't ask for has become the thing in your cup in the end."

"Brew to make fermented glutinous rice, flesh and bones, both can be used. Believe it or not, people in the lower world take hundreds of immortal grass to save people's lives, and their gratitude for good fortune is not as great as an empty jar."

Dachangshan was born a hundred years earlier than Xiaochangshan, and Changhong was much older than Chongli, although according to his temperament, he should be adjusted.

Chong Li had a different opinion from him, and expected that Chang Hong would use the excuse of eating a few more years to make fun of him for his lack of experience in the world, and he didn't want to linger on this topic any longer.Half curious and half vigilant, he dipped some wine, and immediately wanted to seal the wine and paste it on Changhong's unscrupulous face.

"How does it taste? It must be good?"

"...I don't want to talk too much with you."

Spicy, spicy, like moldy chili slices that have been soaked in fermented glutinous rice for more than ten years, the sweetness aftertaste is comparable to salted bean curd and then poured with a bowl of bean juice.Chong Li could bear it, and only frowned, but his face couldn't stop turning red.

He looked at the wine jar suspiciously, as if there were mussels living in it, maybe he could fiddle with a round bead, forgetting the lessons learned from the past, he "tasted" two or three more mouthfuls, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

Chang Hong couldn't help laughing, and then he simply laughed heartily, Chong Li swallowed the wine in a daze, he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north, his eyes softened, and he gradually stopped smiling.

Yu Huai didn't expect that today's thousand cups are not drunk, but in the beginning it was still drunk.

"One cup down" shook, and leaned on Changhong's shoulder, looking even more "weaker" than Yu Huai, who was trying Jinbo for the first time.

The young man who looked similar to Yu Huai helped the person to sit down slowly, put down the wine jar for the "beauty" with his left hand, and embraced the "beauty" with his right hand. This heartless man who forgets to drink when he sees sex, starts to mess up with one sentence and ends up giving up.

"It's not good to say what you mean, little one."

Changhong smiled, staring at the already drunk creation conceived by Xiao Changshan, itching and unwilling to give up, he gently stroked the broken mark of Chongli's eyebrows a few times.He swept away his whole body wantonly, with the palm of his hand shielding Chong Li from the too bright sunlight, he sighed.

Yu Huai knew this was an illusion, but saw that Chang Hong, who should not have seen him, was winking at himself in the air.

Yu Huai: "..."

The young man with a slightly lighter demeanor was about to speak, when a gust of wind blew like a giant claw tearing the peaceful scene into long strips, a crack happened to run across Chong Li's body, and Yu Huai felt heart-piercing pain.

He fell from the old time to the bottom of the Treasure Pavilion, still palpitating, and then he was overjoyed by the new discovery.

A small beam of spiritual energy is flowing into the dantian through the thin and narrow meridian, and it has accumulated into a fingernail-sized ball and huddled in a corner. Fairyland.

He spread his palms, and traced the smooth and clear lifeline with his eyes almost greedily. From then on, all possible prospects surged in his heart like river waves, like magma bursting, and his face was so hot that his face showed a little naive and ferocious—— Crane The jitters shattered his imagination.

Chong Li fell asleep directly under the sleepy formation, and Bai He kept pacing, almost pecking his wings bald.

Yu Huai glanced at the opportunity to change his fate, and walked to Chong Li.

The timing of the drinker was perfect, and Yu Huaifang opened his smiling eyes and closed his eyes on the crazy old crane as he wanted to wake him up: "I have gained a lot, huh?"

He imitated Qinhuai ditties and played the last word thousands of times, straightened his upper body, teased with a hoarseness unique to hangovers, leaving aside his pale face, and his ability to deceive little girls.

Yu Huai's mood has completely calmed down, and he stared at the drinkers who were completely different from those in the formation: "Is that the backtracking formation?"

After recognizing Xiao Changshan, he subconsciously thought that everything in the formation was a thing of the past. This certainty without reason made people shudder.

As for the frivolous guest called Changhong, Yu Huai thought indifferently, there is no need for a traveler to tell the guide about his personal experience, is there?

Chong Li said: "Not all of them, but it is understandable to say so. The old man Chonghua left a bunch of messy things that torture people's minds. This is a bit interesting. It is commonly known as the dream review array, which allows people to see the good things that happened in the past. If you are stuck inside and cannot get out, you will have no choice but to be the ration of the Treasure Pavilion." Such a concise common name can only be given by him.

"Thank you, Senior Chong Li, for letting me know. Is it possible to enter this formation...?"

"Love comes as many times as you like, as you like. Come to the bamboo forest to find me in Youshi."

Chong Li didn't have much interest in chatting with him, and led the white crane out. He was drunk, but he couldn't walk very steadily, and he didn't know whether he was leading the white crane or the white crane was leading him.

Yu Huai didn't recklessly try the beauty of the formation again, and walked around the Zhenbao Pavilion for a few times, and honestly went to weeding.

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Chongli was drinking alone in the bamboo forest, from here he could just see the newly plowed fields and the little white spots next to them.

The inner disciples of the Yashan Sword Sect wear white robes with blue patterns, just like this boy's fate, decorated with a few thick and beautiful patterns of blessings and fates, the white flowers inside are not real materials, and even thinking about it, they got a lot of eyes from aggrieved people .

This precious land was despised by Changhong. The mountain god of Dachang Mountain couldn't be a gentleman in dialect, and he blamed the innocent green bamboo who was named a gentleman all day long.

It is the awning cold color that he despised is being regarded as a treasure by the Chonghua sect, so a bamboo forest is the only place on the top of Xiaochang Mountain that retains its original appearance.

Chong Li silently threw an empty altar, and just as he stretched his waist and kicked his long legs, Yu Huai came over from the other end of the bamboo forest, like a noble and dignified bamboo that moves automatically without wind. Centuries old rascal.

Thinking about it this way, no matter how strong the old wine is, it is very tasteless.

Yu Huai's mind was more complicated than his.

He wandered into the illusion, and his thoughts revolved around the warning from the head of the sect before he left and the young man in green clothes who was too drunk in the illusion. He suddenly heard Chong Li say: "Is the scenery of the Chonghua School acceptable? I think your front mountain and back hall are almost all gone. all over."

"My congenital inadequacy, I am not good at talismans, but I have a lot of experience in the art of formation." Speaking of strengths, Yu Huai showed the vigor of a young man, "There are countless formations of the Chonghua School, although they are damaged, they are really amazing Eye-opening! For example, the formations at the foot of Houshan and Xiaochangshan have not been recorded in the classics I have read, so I have to think about it some other day."

Chong Li calmly said "Oh", and said coolly: "A brat told me before that he walked the way of a sword holder, but I didn't expect him to be a generalist."

Yu Huai said calmly: "The one who wields the sword becomes enlightened, and if he puts his heart into it, the same goes for other things. I have benefited a lot from today's trip, and my spiritual root shows signs of recovery. I have not thanked seniors yet."

"Don't be grateful. People from the Yashan Sword Sect should have told you that the world you and I live in is only one of thousands of small worlds, and the aura is thinner than the upper world. Entering the upper realm can only be done as a low-level job, giving people hope and making them shatter into pieces, the cruelest thing is this. The reason why I help you today, whether it is a good fruit or a bad fruit, no one will know Know."

The bewilderment in Chong Li's eyes was blurred by the evening light, and when he opened his lips again, he still inherited the heartless tone from Changhong: "Boy, sit down and let me see."

When Chong Li's palm touched his back, Yu Huai instinctively made an attacking gesture.

The people behind him smiled: "It's not bad to be wary."

Then he held Yuan Shouyi to guide the spiritual energy, and stopped teasing the seasoned juniors.

Chongli's aura is particularly pure, like the slow flow of a clear stream that nourishes Yu Huai's spiritual roots and meridians with frequent dull pains. He sinks comfortably in this cool breath, and when he opens his eyes again, the night is dark and the stars are dazzling .

The exhausted alcoholic lay quietly on Yu Huai's back, his breath passing through his heart, light and shallow like a spring breeze.

He didn't quite understand that there were thousands of years of evidence between the spirits of Changshan and Changshan, while the relationship between Yu Huai and Chongli was at most just a jar of unsent wine.Friendship can't be mentioned, and the word "transaction" is barely appropriate - he thinks this should be the melancholy of knowing Mu Shaoai that arises for no reason. .

A white crane picked up the corner of Chong Li's clothes and threw him on its back. Before flying away, it whipped up two gusts of evil wind towards Yu Huai.

Yu Huai slept very restlessly that night.

He seldom dreams, but tonight's dreams are extraordinarily long and disorganized.

First, there are grotesque and charming chapters: the mountain waterfall hits the rocks and breaks the waves, and the broken waves hit the Qintai by the stream, and the crows' hairs are entangled on the Qintai, and the warm jade is entwined with fragrance.

The green clothes are scattered like broken emeralds, one corner of which is about to fall but not hanging on the waist of the palace, under the palm is a section of pure and fine snow, imprinted with immorality in a moment, it is the greed that eats the marrow and knows the taste, and it is also the beginning of eternal doom.

He kissed the same trembling lips, knowing with despair and ecstasy that this was not the emotion of one person.The man in the arms is a creation that was born because of him and destined to be destroyed by him. Every eyebrow, every inch of his body is perfectly in line with his mind—but one day he will return to nothingness.

The clouds and rain gather together, the mountains and hazes gradually rise, and the seven emotions and six desires are all buried and cannot return.

The wind and clouds are surging, and the picture scroll is as new.

The top of Dachang Mountain is scorched black and haggard, with intertwined barren trails, no longer the beauty of the old days.

Chong Li in green clothes sat paralyzed on the top of the mountain, his eyes were weeping blood, he opened his arms to form a hugging posture, his arms were empty, and beside him was the familiar vermilion magic circle, like a greedy bloody mouth.

In a blink of an eye, the righteous father stroked his head again and said: "If we follow the law of the Chonghua School, the revitalization of my Yashan Yu clan will be just around the corner. Since you have become a fairy, you will become a great weapon in the future. You can let go of your five emotions and six desires. Forget yourself."

Then... what is his original intention?

"I pray that he will turn the clouds and rains every day, no one will bully me and humiliate me, and the world will respect me and treat me as a god—"

He fell back to the devastated Dachang Mountain, and the bloody Chong Li was smiling coldly at him——

"The karma is cut off, the soul flies away... God, you should be content!"

In the middle of the night, Yu Huai sat up in shock, dripping with cold sweat, the sound of rain outside the house, and occasionally a mournful howl.

He rushed out the door like crazy, and a thin, stiff figure loomed in the rain.The lightning shot through the sky made the figure visible, it was Chong Li who was dressed in red and had a pale face!

Yu Huai stood still in the rain for a long time, suddenly his face turned cold, and he raised his sword to strike down!

The author has something to say: Note:

(1) Han Jiaogan's "Yilin·Kan Zhidui": "Wine is the uncle of joy, so that you can get rid of worries and have fun."

(2) Quoting from Volume [-] of "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes", it is said that this is the "Ode to Wine" written by Zou Yang. It has not been studied, so it cannot be fully believed.

The dream car also has to drive slowly =3=

So it is estimated that no one can see that it is a car.Anyway, no one reads this article.

I really want to drive, but this article is not suitable, otherwise the topic will be distorted, and I will save it for the article on the coffin.