To Qing

Time flew by in January, and Zhiqing stayed in the famous mountain to get rid of the evil energy for Ningxiang, and also started to help the tiger demon king Fumeng recuperate.

In just one month, a small pavilion was quietly added to the highest point of the famous mountain, and someone picked up a pen and wrote three big characters—Qianmei Pavilion.

Although Fu Meng seriously praised it as a good name on this face, but he couldn't cover the mouths of the little monsters from all walks of life who gradually restored the whole famous mountain to life.

For a while, rumors such as "The Venerable Jiang Mo has no literary talent, so he knows how to write doggerel", these remarks naturally reached Zhiqing's ears, but Zhiqing turned a deaf ear and pretended not to hear them at all.

On this day, he was leaning against the shallow sleeping pavilion, and the huge wooden box was not far from him, and he was also leaning against the pavilion like him.Zhiqing looked at the verdant mountains and the lingering mist, as if he was in a daze, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

He held a thin book in his hand, and when he looked carefully, he could see the portraits in the book—this book was exactly the thin picture book that Zhiqing showed Li Zhu.

The person in the album is Li Zhu.She was dressed in pink, with a playful smile on her face, her eyes were half-closed when she smiled, and she didn't see the vivid eyes of that day at all, but the smile on her face seemed to be able to pass through the album and infect the people who saw the painting, let When people see her, they can't help but want to laugh along with her smile.

Zhiqing obviously didn't take Lizhu's words to heart.Although the Lizhu in this painting has about seven or eight parts of her own appearance, her appearance is ordinary, no different from the people recorded in this album.Zhiqing has tried his best, but he can only draw his remaining impression of Lizhu on paper, because after Lizhu left, her face disappeared from his mind.

This world is helpless, if you want to blame, blame your demon king, who made you go so fast, Zhi Qing cursed in his heart.

At this moment, Zhiqing heard footsteps, and knew that it was Fu Meng who had come.Even the injured Tiger Demon King would not make such footsteps.Zhiqing often falls into deep thought and doesn't know about foreign affairs, so Fu Meng used this method to remind Zhiqing of his arrival.

Fu Meng had already seen the book in Zhiqing's hand from a distance, and he was afraid of some secret book, so he didn't dare to approach Zhiqing's body easily, but he didn't want to wait until he got close, Zhiqing still didn't dodge or avoid it.Standing beside Zhiqing, Fu Meng could clearly see that there was a person drawn on the book, which was the girl beside the Demon King.

Could it be possible, His Holiness?Fu Meng suppressed a bit of confusion in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "My lord, this is peach wine that has been buried for three years. Although the year is short, it is made from the most delicious spirit peaches that have grown in recent years. The taste is still slightly astringent, but it is already mellow enough.”

Zhiqing wedding wine, this is something that everyone who knows the name Zhiqing knows.This is not a rumor, as a cultivator, there are only two people in the world who love wine like crazy, and Zhi Qing happens to be one of them.

"It's time to work." Zhiqing straightened his outstretched body and sat upright in the pavilion, "Since it's good wine, we should drink it together. Sit down, Fumeng." After finishing speaking, Zhiqing flicked his sleeves, A small wooden table appeared in the empty pavilion, just enough to hold a pot of wine and a few dishes.

Fu Meng wanted to evade, but seeing that Zhiqing didn't leave any room for it, he stopped trying to make excuses, put the wine jar on the table and sat down with a little distance from Zhiqing.

Zhiqing took the jug and unsealed it, and the mellow aroma escaped in an instant.The aroma of the wine is mixed with the fragrance of peach, which is sweet and pleasant.

"Sure enough, Fu Meng knows me. Everyone says that I love to drink, but how can I drink with my capacity for ten thousand years of fragrance and one thousand days of intoxication. Doesn't it mean that I will be drunk for a long time in this glass?" Zhi Qing filled the two with wine, Not being too polite, the wine cup has reached his lips, and the wine has already entered his throat.

Seeing this, Fu Meng took a sip.

"Has your lord ever drank ten thousand years of incense and thousand days of drunkenness?" Fu Meng sat upright, so tense, he really had no interest in drinking.

Zhiqing pretended not to see Fu Meng's straight back.This is the case of Fu Meng, he has already gotten used to it from the beginning of the month to the early morning, if he really wants to pay attention to the meaning of drinking with him, then he really can't take a sip of this wine.

"I once drank a thousand days of drunkenness in Zhongshan. Although I hadn't been drunk for three years, I was stupid for a while. My whole body seemed to be in a dream. I couldn't wake up when I woke up, and I didn't know when I fell asleep. It's already like this Well, I didn't dare to take a bite of that Wannian incense." After speaking, Zhiqing seemed to think of something, and there was a bit of nostalgia in his eyes.

"I once thought that if one day I finally got tired of this mortal world, I would go to ask for a altar of ten thousand years of incense, and then be in a coma for a few years, free and easy. If unfortunately I fell asleep, I would sleep with him for thousands of years, and wake up to re-enter One reincarnation."

After hearing the unspoken words, Fu Meng saw that he took Zhi Qing's words as jokes.But maybe the tiger demon will never change his arrogance in the end, Fu Meng actually wants to taste the thousand-day drunkenness and the ten thousand-year fragrance, to see if he can also get so drunk that he doesn't know anything, and can do whatever he wants for a few years.

The peach wine is mellow, with a little unmelted peach flesh in the mouth, slightly sweet and slightly astringent. It is not enough to taste the year, but it is the most refreshing.

The world is like this peach wine, slightly sweet and slightly astringent, not old enough, but mellow enough.The lack of heat is just the fun brought about by the unsatisfactory world.When the moon is full, it loses, and when the alcohol is mellow, it becomes astringent. Zhiqing loves this sweetness.

In a blink of an eye, the bright moon hangs high, and the breeze pierces the pavilion.

Most of the time, Zhiqing was talking there, and Fu Meng just listened quietly, occasionally giving a little response.I don't know if Zhiqing was drunk with Taojiu, or Zhiqing was really happy today, and he still didn't feel tired after talking until midnight, and Fu Meng didn't see any impatience, so he sat quietly beside Zhiqing, listening patiently.

Finally, Zhiqing stopped talking.

He looked at Fu Meng and asked, "Can I draw a portrait of you?"

Fu Meng didn't understand why Zhi Qing made such a sudden request, but he still nodded in agreement.

Zhiqing took out the album, turned two pages, turned his wrist, and a white jade pen appeared between his fingers.

Zhiqing looked at Fu Meng, drawing while watching, and told Fu Meng that the portrait was completed after a while.

In the painting, Fu Meng is sitting in the pavilion, holding a wine cup in his hand, and behind him is a crescent moon.There was no smile on Fu Meng's face, and he was very serious, but it didn't make people feel full of momentum. On the contrary, he could feel a little tenderness from the corners of his eyes and brows.

Fu Meng looked at the portrait, but he didn't expect that in Zhiqing's eyes, he turned out to be like this.Fu Meng has long been used to the identity of the master of the famous mountain, so he is always serious, and all the monsters in the mountain are afraid of him, so he thinks that Zhiqing's painting of himself should also have such a fierce appearance.

Zhiqing sees Fu Meng's question.Although this person is the master of the famous mountain, he can see all kinds of emotions in his eyes clearly and clearly at a glance.Such a person or monster is rare, and Zhi Qing was even more surprised that he was actually a mountain lord.

"Although the owner of the famous mountain is majestic, majesty is not the only way to make the famous mountain as beautiful and peaceful as it is now." Zhi Qing said with a smile, raising his hand to take another sip of mellow peach wine.

Hearing this, Fu Meng felt mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and various events during this period passed quickly before his eyes, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Thank you, my lord, for your enlightenment."

Zhiqing waved his hands immediately, and said with half-closed eyes, "Don't dare to do it. The word "enlightenment" cannot be said, it is you who have lived up to the words "the master of the famous mountain."

Fu Meng returned the album to Zhiqing, looked at the already drunk Zhiqing and asked, "Is the venerable leaving?"

To the Qing Dynasty, nothing is said, and what is not said is the answer.

"The rivers and lakes are high and far away, see you by fate. I have already included you in "Qian Qiu Lu". I will see you next time. I will still recognize you." Zhi Qing smiled back and raised the picture album in his hand. Only then did Fu Meng see this On the cover of the album, the words "Qian Qiu Lu" were vaguely written in cursive script.

It turns out that in the heart of the Venerable Zhiqing, the Thousand Years of Love are just human events in the world?

Zhi Qing squeezed the white jade pen holder, wrote something in the album, then closed the page, and with a flick of his sleeve, the wine jar disappeared.

Fu Meng didn't expect that Zhiqing was the one who left as soon as he said it - he got up and picked up the huge wooden box next to him and carried it on his back. Looking at him, he seemed to be leaving, as if thinking of something, Zhiqing obeyed his sleeve I took out a flower with transparent petals. This flower has leaves, stems, stamens and petals. I don't know how Zhiqing was able to preserve it so well.

Taking out the flowers, Zhiqing said to Fu Meng: "This flower is for you, and it's called Yueqing. Your body has just healed, and wearing it for a long time can calm your mind."

Fu Meng saw the extraordinary origin of this flower, so he didn't dare to take it, he only asked aloud: "Why don't your lord wait until daylight before leaving?"

Seeing that Fu Meng didn't answer, Zhiqing stuffed it in Fu Meng's hand, and then Fu Meng could only watch Zhiqing walk out of Qianmei Pavilion.

"Why wait for dawn if you want to go?" Zhi Qingwei turned his head and looked at the bright moon in the mountain stream with his hands behind his back.

The humidity in this moonlit night is heavy, the mist is slightly foggy, and the insects' singing is also light.

"Isn't His Holiness saying goodbye to Ningxiang?"

Ningxiang was placed in the deep pool where the dragon veins were located by Zhiqing, and it was a good time to practice.If you want to say goodbye, you need to wait until daylight.

"I didn't say hello when I came, why bother to say goodbye when I left. If we still meet each other by fate, then it's as if we never said goodbye." Zhiqing walked away, and without turning his head, he waved at Fu Meng, and his figure faded in an instant. Covered by layers of night, it was already hard to see clearly.

"The shadow in the forest, the moon in the cup, we talked happily in the famous mountain, and we will gather in the pavilion next year..."

The person is already far away, but the voice can still be heard from afar.

Listening to this verse, Fu Meng's tense face finally relaxed, and finally turned into a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

The little demon in the mountain said it well, His Holiness really likes to write some doggerel.

I don't know how poetic it is, but I can hear a little Zen.

Fu Meng sat in the pavilion, leaned against the pavilion and looked at the bright moon, and seemed to understand why Zhiqing loved this place alone.He took out a spiritual jade bottle, put the Yueqing flower gifted by Zhiqing into the bottle, and put it in his arms.

but……

Fu Meng remembered the "Qianqiulu" he had watched before, and it seemed that the person before him was not Lizhu, but the demon king.But why does the portrait of the demon king have no face?

Fu Meng raised his hand, and a jar of spiritual wine appeared in his hand.Before the wine was opened, the spicy taste could already be smelled, and it was not the kind of wine that Zhi Qing loved.

Fu Meng is not as particular as Zhi Qing, and he needs a wine cup to drink.He slapped the sealing mud off, drank directly into his throat, and drank all the previous doubts into his stomach as wine.

He seems to be able to appreciate the kind of freedom that Zhiqing said.

The wine enters the throat, the soul enters the wine, the world is free...

The author has something to say: Fu Meng is the brain axe. The foodie brother Su Shi wrote such a poem, "The forest is deep and Fu Meng is here, but the shore changes and the hidden treasures move."