Chapter 134: Drinking Wild Wine in the Bamboo Forest
But it was said that Mo Lingxue wiped the mark of the soul in Xian Chen's sword, and withdrew all the energy from her whole body, and knelt down on her knees. Her usually delicate face suddenly looked a hundred years older, with a face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Only her beautiful blue eyes were smiling through her tears, as if she was waiting for her beloved to take her life. Perhaps for her, dying in the hands of Murong Feng was the most comfortable destination in this life.
Mo Lingxue fell in a pool of blood, chanting in the middle of her mouth: "The end is coming, there is separation, life is unscrupulous, love changes in life and death, true love is here, what is the point of not dying?" Then he laughed at himself a few times, and then
She closed her clear eyes, and tears kept flowing across her eyes, falling to the ground, causing thousands of ripples, and shattering all the tenderness. Murong Feng stood stubbornly, seeing her tears falling like rain, why not feel sorry for her? Again?
Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, the rescue in the night rain, the transformation of the green lake, the oath under the moon, the teaching of the law in the wind, everything in the past has led to the ending of today. Is it possible that this is just the fate arranged by God?
Murong Feng sighed, still remembering what he said that night: If Xue'er can come back, I will definitely go to the Mountain of Swords and the Sea of Fire to find the way to separate your soul and spirit for you. But why, God didn't even give me a chance to find it.
Come on, let me face such a tragic choice. Before I knew it, there were tears in my eyes. Facing such an idiot, do you really want me to kill him with my own hands? Murong Feng blew his tears several times and turned his head. If
Now that he could escape, maybe he was willing to pay any price. Finally, the tears in his eyes still fell, falling to the ground, blending with her tears silently.
"The cause you sow, the result you get, the cycle of cause and effect, the road is endless. Since you chose to do it in the first place, what reason do you have to escape now!" Murong Feng shouted loudly, and suddenly became furious. He raised his hand to draw air, and guided the Xianchen sword.
, flew up. The blood-colored sword body reflected the red clouds on the horizon, like the god of death, roaring in the black wind. I only heard him say: "The night is still young, the lights are dim and complaining about the coldness, who thinks about the autumn wind? This mountain
I don't understand the language of this water. This water seems to understand the neon light. After a few years of mist and rain, a few winds and frosts, the years just flow by themselves. It looks light, with waves of light and shadow rippling darkly. When it goes away, how can there be fragrance around my fingers?" After saying this, the rain of swords arrived.
, the clouds scattered all over the sky, half a life was separated, and in the darkness of the sky, there was a crisp sound of a broken halberd, echoing endlessly.
"Let's go... Xianchen is already disabled, and our love is gone. We, master and disciple, have no ties. From now on, don't let me see you again." Mo Lingxue opened her eyes fiercely, thinking that her soul had returned to the underworld and disappeared.
Unexpectedly, the sky and the earth were unscathed. On the ground, the blood-red Xianchen Sword was broken into two pieces and lost its color. In the distance, Murong Feng held Yuchi Xue, who was stunned by the sword energy, and walked away in the wind, melting into the blue sky.
In the yellow clouds, I will never look back.
Mo Lingxue knelt down and giggled, looking at the two pieces of the Xianchen sword in front of her, her heart felt empty, as if all her love, all her complaints, and all her resentment had completely dissipated with the break of the Xianchen sword.
The yellow clouds are gone, and the distant mountains are sloping, like a woman with dark eyebrows and green frown. The solemn wind blows up, rolling up a startling shadow. The old wings of the sky are whirling, causing how many times of cold and heat? When I look back, I don't know whether it is looking back with hope or looking back.
Farewell to this distant place, we are reluctant to leave. As the sun sets in the west, crows sing in the old trees, and suddenly there is a mournful voice. The sound is sad, and I feel sad when I hear it. The sunset is broken by the clouds, and the soul hall is desolate, as if it is caged.
A layer of blood gauze, coupled with bits of cold wind, you can hear the sizzling sound, which is heart-wrenching.
Murong Feng flew high in the wind and caressed the face of the woman in his arms. Although it was just an unconscious soul, he casually picked up the spiritual energy and made an exquisite soul-receiving altar. He put it in it to avoid being blown by the strong wind.
.The blue clouds were rising all the way. As Mo Lingxue's three souls and seven souls were roughly intact, all the clouds in the four directions dispersed, and the blue sky and orange mist seemed like a fairyland. When they reached the end of the sky, they ducked and returned to their true bodies.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Mo Lingxue was still unconscious in her arms, so she no longer worried. He just put her down, covered her with a quilt, and walked straight out. Seeing that Young Master Xie had not returned from collecting medicine, Lord Lucun invited the Three Saints.
Sir, there is no news. The three-day deadline has come and the Four Saints of the Netherworld Sea may have been sacrificed. Gu Chengkong expects to march into Japan in two days. If it is too late to rush back, what should we do? There is also Xue'er, the remnant that has been left for thousands of years.
The soul has been taken back and it needs to find another host or leave it alone. Countless worries are surging in the mind, making people feel upset.
Opening the door, I saw that it was getting late. I looked up at the starry sky. It was as purple as ink, and there were stars shining brightly. The starlight cast a hazy osmanthus, like a cave flute that played thousands of times, passing through the distance.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: If I were not the master of the world, how great it would be if I could live here with peace of mind and enjoy the starry sky every night. I thought for a moment, walked slowly along the mud and stone path for a few steps, and walked around the eaves of several houses.
Suddenly I saw a bamboo forest behind this hut. Fireflies were flying in the forest, turning it purple. The bamboo leaves were intertwined. In the center, I could vaguely see a small pool of an inch. There was a big stone beside the pool. There was a person on it and a pot of wine. Take a closer look.
Look, it is the owner of this house who is drinking wine in the wind and fishing in the cold pool. It is extremely elegant and comfortable.
I didn't want to disturb his elegance, and I was about to turn around and leave when I suddenly heard the old man in the forest say: "Now that you've come, let's make peace with you. How can you not have a drink when you come?"
Murong Feng smiled indifferently and said loudly: "The moon is sparse, the magpies are flying south, I am fishing and drinking alone, what I am talking about is elegance. The young man was frightened by Mr. Yayao, so he turned around and left. But I didn't expect that Mr. Yayao was not what he wanted. It's just fun, so being respectful is worse than obeying orders." So he rolled up his sleeves and walked around the path. In these March months, the breath of early spring was steaming from purple bamboo, emitting a sultry fragrance that was intoxicating. After a few steps, the eyes suddenly opened up and saw that The old gentleman was sitting cross-legged on the boulder, still dressed as he was during the day, but with the addition of a raincape, giving him the charm of a river boy.
Murong Feng bowed his head and said, "I have something urgent to do during the day. I have never asked your name. I wonder what I call you?"
The old man's eyebrows narrowed, and the wrinkles on his face became clear. His knuckles stroking his white beard froze for a moment, and he remained silent for a long time. Murong Feng was afraid that he had asked something wrong, so he added: "If it's inconvenient for you, sir, to elaborate, you don't have to say anything."
I just pretend I haven't mentioned it before." The old man smiled faintly and replied: "It's not that it's inconvenient to say it, it's just that I haven't mentioned it for many years, and I am old and brain-dead, so I have forgotten a little. I remember many years ago, people in the world often called me Cang Tianni.
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Murong Feng said quickly: "Senior Cangtian, please be polite, Murong Feng."
Cangtianni laughed and said: "Who am I as a senior? I have been living in seclusion here for two thousand years. How can anyone remember me, an old man? It is fate that I meet you again today. Come, come, let's drink this old wine together."
Just one cup." As he spoke, he filled up the two glasses of wine beside him. The two cups were just simple ceramic cups, but they seemed to be specially prepared for Murong Feng. Murong Feng was not polite and said: "Thank you."
Step forward to receive the cup.
After just two steps, the water in the small pool entered my eyes and I felt it was magical. The water in this pool reflected the stars in the sky, like the reflection of the starry sky, encompassing everything. There were fish in the pool, all of which were golden carps with phoenix tails. Their eyes were clear and as if they were
The glass, wandering among the clear waves, was as exquisite as jade, just in line with the changes in the stars, as if it was hiding a mystery. However, I didn’t ask any more questions, I just took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. However, the wine gave people a pleasant feeling in the mouth.
A familiar taste, savor it carefully, and it turns out to be the unique flavor of Jiuyoulan raw wine!
Murong Feng felt the spiciness of the wine after entering it, and it also contained the fragrance of a handful of orchids, which was endlessly memorable. He couldn't help but think of the poem about the beautiful wine, and blurted out: "Tiangong Qiongxiao brews, Jiuyou
The wine produced by orchid will keep you from getting drunk in the cold pond, and the water will flow through the ages. This wine is very good, very good!"
Cang Tianni seemed to be interested in this casually composed wine poem, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if the Qiongxiao wine, Lansheng wine, and Hantan wine mentioned by brother Murong are compared to my cup of country wine?"
how?"
Murong Feng said with a smile: "The four kinds of fine wines each have their own merits, and the number of good and bad cannot be determined in one word. If I talk about Mr. Cangtian's glass of wine, I can only comment on it with a poem: Emperor Tu Hegemony is chatting and laughing, and he is invincible.
Life is a drunken journey.”
Cangtianni clapped his hands and laughed, saying with a big smile: "What a hegemony, what a drunk! I have lived alone in Hantan, drinking wild wine for thousands of years. In the past, there have been several young men and girls here. I gave them a glass of wine, and they all said
This wine is very coarse and meaningful, making it hard to swallow. I just nodded and smiled and didn't care. You are the first person in ancient times to speak so highly of this wine. Come and have a few more drinks with me.
Get drunk and then rest!"
Murong Feng quickly stood up and bowed his head and said: "Old sir, I can't bear to drink. Besides, I have important things to do. You shouldn't drink too much. Please forgive me."
"What's the important thing? Is it possible that I can't even have a glass of wine with my old man? But then: I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and I don't regret it, because I am happy.
People are haggard?" Cang Tianni joked.
Murong Feng smiled faintly and said: "What the old man guessed is that it is because of Yixiao that it makes people haggard, so they are not allowed to drink anymore."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling a breeze blowing slowly. The cold night was endless, and the sky asked: "I wonder if Brother Murong has had dinner before. Why don't we go to the forest to catch two game animals, and take advantage of this stack of rocks and flowing springs?
The purple bamboo is sprouting green, so enjoy it."
Murong Feng sighed: "I won't bother you, Mr. Cang. We are all immortal saints and have been living without grain for many years. Why should we be greedy for the grains in the world?"
Cang Tianni said: "Brother Murong is wrong. This is not greed, but enjoyment. In this world, no matter whether it is immortal, mortal or sacred, everyone will enjoy life. Even if a person has boundless magic power, or is powerful and oppressive all day long,
If you are unhappy, how can you have the happiness that comes from mortals?"
Murong Feng thought about it and it was right, so he said: "That's fine. I haven't eaten game for many days. Mr. Jing mentioned it like this, but I feel a little hungry."
Cang Tian said in disbelief: "Haha, this is the right way. Look, it's no coincidence that my fish happened to be hooked." As he said this, he flicked the hook and saw a golden-scaled anchovy coming out of the water. It was filled with purple energy in his hand.
Into the fish basket nearby, the two randomly picked up some dry firewood, lit a fire, and grilled the carp. When they were young, the fish smell was overflowing, which was very tempting. Murong Feng heard
He sighed: "There are good wines and wild food. If there are some orchestral music, it will be the icing on the cake."
At this moment, I heard a few clear sounds coming from the dark night in the distance, and I heard people saying: "It's just music, why can't there be music?"