Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth cloud drunk moon
After Qin Yi finished speaking, he thought it was quite pretentious at first, but before he could secretly put his hands on his hips, his mind was immediately attracted by the smell of wine.
When the plug was pulled out, the scent overflowed overwhelmingly, spreading across the world in the blink of an eye. The faint smell of blood in the cave disappeared in an instant.
And the breeze blowing from outside the mountain, the fragrance of flowers and herbs was completely covered up, as if the whole world was only filled with the fragrance of this fine wine, which penetrated people's hearts, spread through their lungs, and made their souls sway lightly, making them drunk before they drank.
On the mountain not far away, there was a bird sleeping on a tree. Suddenly its feathers fluttered and it opened its eyes. Soon the eyes turned into circles and it staggered down the tree.
A small animal scurried by the tree, and it soon became staggering.
This is fairy wine...it can make the gods drunk!
If immortals and gods take formlessness as the standard, then even if formlessness is too clear, one may get drunk.
Qin Yi didn't know how much Yin Yigu had exaggerated his words, but at least for now he was sure that Huiyang would definitely get drunk.
This is a rare thing. After practicing to this level, your body and soul will become incomparably strong. What kind of wine can make you drunk?
Just because it is rare, this drunken brew is also very rare.
Immortals also want to get drunk.
Being always sober and always seeing clearly is not something to be envied from a certain perspective.
It's rare to be confused, even an immortal has the idea of getting drunk once.
Just as Xiyue is not an alcoholic, she just wants to stop being so sober and forget everything. She has even been forgetting everything for a long time.
Seeing life, old age, sickness and death at one glance, and seeing through the calculations of people's minds for more than 10,000 years, I feel like a numb stone, everything is meaningless.
The most tragic thing is that they are not yet above it all.
A sober beast in a cage that cannot escape.
When can I get drunk?
There's no such wine...at least it's hard to find.
Of course, it’s too young to say that, Wuxiang Dangneng doesn’t have such boring self-pity and self-pity. But when such a wine appears occasionally, maybe it’s not just Xiyue, but also Zuo Qingtianyu, I think there must be one
Interested in colluding and getting drunk.
Qin Yi is pouring wine.
The clear wine in the cup is like a clear spring, and the bright moon in the sky is reflected in the cup, as if there is a moon in the cup.
Xiyue watched him pour the wine quietly, her eyes dim.
Unexpectedly, this is a close friend.
He could actually see why he was drinking... Even Minghe thought that the master was just a hobby. The master could keep a close count of all the wines in the world. He could tell what kind of wine it was and how old it was by smelling the aroma. He could point at any wine.
Pair wine with the most artistic vessel.
But Master is definitely not an alcoholic addicted to one thing, it can only be a hobby.
However, Qin Yi only saw two sides before he could see the true meaning. The so-called familiarity was just a result of drinking for ten thousand years. He had seen too much.
Qin Yi withdrew his hand. The wine was level with the rim of the cup. The mountain wind suddenly stopped and the wine swayed slightly, making the bright moon in the cup seem to have broken shadows, rippling slightly in the ripples.
In front of her was a wine she had never seen before, a pot of fine wine that could make her drunk, and a person who understood her heart. The moon shone in the mountains, the gentle breeze came, the late night gradually went away, and the morning light appeared.
Xiyue didn't drink yet, but she already felt a little drunk.
What more could you ask for in life?
"Cheers." Qin Yi poured the wine and raised his glass: "I hope this wine will not disappoint you."
Xiyue smiled slightly and raised her head to drink.
Like drinking the bright moon from a cup into your throat.
Xiyue closed her eyes and drank lightly, as if she was slightly tipsy. Qin Yi drank so much that he almost exploded.
It was as if a fire was burning in the heart, and all the blood in the body was mobilized, rising fiercely, making the scalp numb, and the soul was shaking, as if falling into the deepest dream, in a trance, swaying, not knowing what night it was.
I don’t know where I am in this life.
Yue was not drunk, and he was almost drunk himself.
Xiyue suddenly asked: "What is the name of this wine?"
Qin Yi subconsciously said: "Zuiyue."
"Zuiyue..." Xiyue looked up at the sky, with a strange smile on her lips.
She was sure that Qin Yi did not recognize her identity, so she knew that some things were God's will.
Xiyue calculated a hexagram out of habit. The mental arithmetic was simple and she didn't give any conditions. She just did the calculation at will and the answer she got was simple. It was just a hexagram: "Hongjian came to Lu."
She didn't analyze it for a moment, and thought for a moment: "What do you want?"
Qin Yi shook his head in a daze: "No."
"If I give someone a pot of yang wine, I will help him get rid of the devil. This wine is the best I have ever seen in my life. You can make a request."
"No." Qin Yi was impatient because of the drunkenness. Xiyue's words made him a little irritated. He simply stood up, tugged on his clothes, and said loudly: "Drinking is drinking. How can there be so much? A pot.
It’s like wine is nothing but a treasure, it’s boring.”
After saying that, he was too lazy to pay attention to Xiyue. He flicked Liusu on his shoulder who had been watching the show with his finger: "Bangbang, do you want to drink it? This wine is really awesome."
Liusu smiled and said, "Yes."
Qin Yi pointed the mouth of the wine gourd toward it and poured two drops of wine.
Liusu answered with "Ah woo", then his eyes kept turning, his body became red, and Gululu rolled off his shoulders.
Qin Yi hurriedly fished it out, but before he could catch it, Liusu grabbed his clothes in mid-air and climbed up unsteadily, with circles in his eyes.
Seeing that cute look, Qin Yi burst out laughing.
The laughter spread far and wide, spreading throughout thousands of mountains.
Xiyue slowly tasted the wine, tilting her head and watching him smile.
Qin Yi glanced at her, walked to her side and gave her another drink: "Can you still drink it?"
Xiyue smiled slightly: "One cup is too little."
"Then come again."
The two drank another drink, and Xiyue's calm face finally turned red.
Qin Yi shook even more, pointed at her and said, "You usually behave like this, walking around casually with wine in hand, which is fine...but now you are drinking, but you sit like this and look serious, who are you pretending to show?"
Xiyue smiled and said, "How are you doing? Are you going to pull me up and dance?"
"Emmmm... I can't dance." Qin Yi took two steps backwards and looked up at the sky. The sky was gradually turning pale, with the morning sun and moon coexisting in the sky. The glow was everywhere, and it was very beautiful.
Qin Yi suddenly put his hands on his hands and smiled: "How can we have wine without vegetables?"
Xiyue said: "Where is the food?"
"Now that you have poured the bright moon into your throat, you should hold the white clouds in your hand to accompany the wine." Qin Yi stretched out his hand: "Let's go?"
Xiyue looked at his big hand, didn't hesitate, stretched out her hand to hold it. The two of them stamped their feet at the same time, floating up to the sky.
Above the clouds, Qin Yi raised his head and took a sip, then stuffed the whole gourd into Xiyue: "Hey... you want to get drunk, not me. Drink more..."
As he spoke, he staggered two steps and fished for white clouds with his hands.
After catching everything, Qin Yi patted his head: "The clouds are water... not cotton cakes."
Suddenly a golden light glowed in his hand.
White clouds swept around me, like dragons gathering in front: "If you are a cotton cake, you will be a cotton cake!"
The white clouds were compressed into a cake shape, and then changed their properties.
Turn stone into gold, turn water into cake?
Liusu rolled on Qin Yi's shoulders: "Qin Yi, I want to eat too!"
"Yeah, let's eat cake." Qin Yi fed it, Liusu hugged a piece of cake that was bigger than it and gnawed into it.
Qin Yi handed a piece to Xiyue and grinned.
Xiyue ate the Baiyun Cake, which had no taste at all, and found it very interesting.
How many years...no, how many thousands, ten thousand years...haven't there been such a scene?
This completely tasteless pastry has become the most special delicacy in my life.
Qin Yi is sitting in the clouds, looking at the moon in the distance, and singing to the beat: "Drink wine when there are flowers, and climb the stairs without the moon. Three cups lead to the road, and one drunkenness can solve a thousand worries..."
Xiyue laughed, not knowing whether she was considered a flower or a moon in his eyes at this moment... In short, it was a pleasant thing to watch and drink with.
On the contrary, I was really ridiculous. All I wanted was to get drunk, but I didn't dare to get drunk. Even Qin Yi didn't bother to care about himself. He probably thought it was boring and went to enjoy himself with his family's weapon spirit.
If you are full of worries and can't let go of anything, it would be better to have a glimpse of Huiyang.
She raised her head and took a big sip, letting the drunkenness flow through her heart unbridled.
Pour the bright moon into your throat, hold the white clouds in your hand and drink it with wine... If you have this intention, why not get drunk?