Chapter 4161 On King's Landing Mountain, where is the wine?
Ye Qingcheng and other old friends had already discovered something was wrong with Qing Ge.
Why is there a strong suppressed sadness in her body?
Junlin Mountain, what happened?
"My dear brother, you have made your mark." Lu Wenshan said happily: "Chen'er, have you seen it? Your Uncle Ye has met Emperor Wu. From now on in this martial arts association, you must walk straight."
Lu Chen looked at Qing Ge feverishly.
Uncle Ye seems to be creating unexpected surprises all the time.
Among them, the most enthusiastic one was Luo Cheng, "Brother Wuhen, are you arrogant and rude in front of Emperor Wu?"
Qingge shook her head, "I'm not arrogant, I just drank some wine."
Luo Cheng patted his chest, and his tense nerves completely relaxed, "That's good, that's good..."
Suddenly, there was silence all around, the world was silent, and the expression on Luo Cheng's face was almost frozen in fear, completely stiff.
Luo Cheng looked at Qing Ge with a blank expression, in disbelief.
For a moment, Luo Cheng's hand suddenly covered his heart, swallowed his saliva, and asked in disbelief: "Drink...drink..."
At this moment, everyone could smell the strong aroma of wine flowing in the air, which came from Qingge.
The rule of not drinking alcohol on Junlin Mountain is something that every cultivator knows.
Ye Wuhen went to Junlin Mountain and came down smelling of alcohol?
this……
Everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Luo Cheng felt like he was going to have a heart attack.
Finally, his Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed his saliva, and cautiously asked tentatively: "Where did you get the wine on Junlin Mountain?"
The others also looked at Qing Ge, wondering, how could there be wine in Junlin Mountain?
Could it be that Emperor Wu went into seclusion and his temperament changed drastically?
"I brought it with me." The young man said without any surprise.
Luo Cheng's eyes were dull and he swallowed hard.
"Did you bring wine to Junlin Mountain and let Emperor Wu drink?" Luo Cheng asked.
Qingge nodded.
Luo Cheng wished he could knock himself unconscious so that he wouldn't have to hear such unprecedented words.
A dignified martial artist, dedicated to his duties, strict with himself, and always bearing in mind the ancestral teachings of martial arts.
Throughout your life, you should never go to Fengchen Tower, never come into contact with evil spirits, and never drink too much alcohol.
It's over.
It's all over.
This young man actually made Emperor Wu break his precepts.
In an instant, Luo Cheng felt that the entire martial arts of three thousand generations was crumbling in the wind and rain.
Luo Cheng was heartbroken, "You...how could you let Emperor Wu drink..." It would be better to be arrogant and rude in front of Emperor Wu.
He never thought that this young man would be so bold!
However, before Luo Cheng could teach him a lesson, the young man looked at him innocently.
Luo Cheng glared and sighed: "It's over. Tomorrow's martial arts ruling will definitely require you to take part in it. You are a troublemaker. If you want to trouble this sect again, you know how to cause trouble."
Luo Cheng waved his sleeves and said, "You should go back and rest. The matter of Emperor Wu breaking the precepts will be left to our sect. Before Prime Minister He returns, we can discuss the solution with him."
What an impatient uncle.
Qing Ge raised the corners of her lips slightly and smiled unconsciously.
When daylight broke, she returned to rest in Master Yuan's small bamboo house in the martial arts dungeon.
Perhaps he was too sad at that time of the night, so Qing Ge actually fell into a deep sleep.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier.
The strange thing is that the martial arts association has treasure weapons to suppress it, and the cold winter snow cannot invade it.
A few years ago, it was always like this.
But today, heavy snow covered the twelve martial arts gates, the library, the dungeon, and the Tiantian Square. There was heavy snow everywhere.
It finally looks like the cold winter season.
But it's also the first time in eight thousand years.
It was a very cold day, and even the martial arts dungeon was colder than usual.
Ordinary winter coldness cannot invade the body of a cultivator.
This time the snow caused many disciples to wrap their clothes tightly and sneeze.
During the day, in the martial arts dungeon, the disciples in the cells were drowsy, and with a snap, Pei Yue in the corner opened the cage.
The other disciples were speechless, their eyes almost bursting with fire.
What is this called?
They were captured and had to be imprisoned in a dungeon.
What's better for Pei Yue? Leaving a cage becomes a common occurrence?
It really makes others feel unwilling!
After Pei Yue walked out of the dungeon, he came to the small bamboo house.
He looked around and saw a blanket at the edge. He took it off and covered the young man lying on the bamboo bed.
"Why do you smell of alcohol? Who did you drink with?" Pei Yue murmured in a low voice.
Qingge suddenly opened her cold eyes and looked towards Pei Yue.
"You're awake, I'll go back first." Pei Yue turned his back to Qingge and walked out of the bamboo house.
Qingge looked at his back and said, "I drank with Emperor Wu."
Pei Yue paused in his steps, a chill ran down his spine, and even his limbs became uncontrollably stiff.
His whole person was like a machine.
Emperor Wu.
Such a strange yet familiar name.
Many years ago, this name was his pride.
Later, I mentioned it once and felt sick again.
Pei Yue's heart, which had been silent for many years, was suddenly pulled, causing immense pain.
He lowered his head and smiled to himself.
Ever since the girl died, he thought his heart would stop hurting.
"Why does he drink? He never drinks." Pei Yue asked, "Did something happen?"
Even though he was deliberately indifferent and distant, his words were filled with concern for Emperor Wu.
"He's dead." He sang softly.
Pei Yue turned around suddenly, rushed in front of Qingge, and asked anxiously: "Dead? Wasn't he drinking? How could he die? Where did he die? Who killed him?"
At that moment, the killing intent emanating from Pei Yue was like a storm, and it seemed that it could overturn the martial arts dungeon!
Pei Yue's heart was cracked with countless gaps.
His whole body was trembling.
"Look, you care about him." Qing Ge smiled.
"He's not dead?" Pei Yue asked.
"Not dead, but drunk." Qingge said: "He is a strict self-discipline and abides by the ancestral precepts. He is old-fashioned and feudal, but you know that he is very cute. When he heard that you drank the rich wine, he
Taste the flavor of the wine."
"He's just as drunk as you are."
"When he was drunk, he was blaming you, blaming you for wronging him, blaming you for not even looking at his old man for so many years."
"Brother Pei, have you ever thought that if the girl you love was not killed by him, then how innocent your master is? But the real murderer is still at large?"
Every word of the song is calm.
Pei Yue sat weakly on the bamboo bed.
"What else did he say?" Pei Yue asked.
"He said you were unfilial."
"I am unfilial."
Pei Yue lowered his head, his eyes moist.
After a long time, he exhaled and walked out. "Brother Ye, you don't have to keep the library in mind. But as a friend, please take good care of Emperor Wu." Pei Yue said: "Since he will be with you
Drinking alcohol means that he appreciates you and values you."