wine hit fairy

An Huan's hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and the tip of the sword touched Lu Xiaochan's tattered lapel, the icy cold made Lu Xiaochan dare not even breathe.

Most people close their eyes before they die.

But Lu Xiaochan couldn't see at all, her eyes were wide open, staring at An Huan.

The blind man's eyes should have been dull, but these eyes were like black jade soaked in water, extremely clear.An Huan only felt that with this sword strike, he was truly doomed.

"An Huan! You still don't do anything!"

The lady's patience was exhausted, so she pushed An Huan from behind.

The tip of the sword pierced Lu Xiaochan's skin in an instant, and when it was about to penetrate into the flesh, there was only a buzzing sound. It was the sound of a high-quality weapon unsheathed, resonating with the bricks and tiles of the Yijun Temple.

An Heng's sword fell out of his hand and fell to the side, and a fairy sword glowing with spiritual light landed in front of Lu Xiaochan.

A cold voice sounded.

"Who dares to act presumptuously in front of Lord Li Che!"

Lu Xiaochan's fingers trembled, did she save her life?

In addition to the smell of incense and black bamboo, Lu Xiaochan smelled a faint fragrance of sycamore, which was refreshing.

The original fear before death was inexplicably resolved by this fragrance.

"Who are you? How dare you act presumptuously in front of Mrs. Ben!"

An Huan hurriedly stood still, and raised his hand in a bow: "It turns out that we are friends from Zhiwu Mountain Villa. We are from the Meng family in Pengyuan Mountain. Meng Daoyuan is my master. I don't know who your honor is..."

When the butler heard that the other party was from Zhiwu Villa, he immediately showed a flattering smirk, and leaned into his wife's ear: "Ma'am, Zhiwu Villa is a famous sword family in Nanlijing, and its strength is beyond the reach of our Meng family." , madam, you..."

Mrs. Meng directly waved away the housekeeper, and said in a low voice: "I can still be ignorant, have you never heard of Zhiwu Villa?"

"Below is Jiang Wuchao, the sword master of Zhiwu Villa."

The other party announced his name loudly, and the disciples of the Meng family who were holding the sword hilt and ready to go all lowered their heads and saluted each other.

Seeing that Mrs. Meng was still unmoved, the steward hurried forward.

"Ma'am! The sword masters of each school are the first disciples of the sect, and they will all succeed in the future! Moreover, the owner of Zhiwu Mountain Villa has cultivated for 300 years and is highly respected among the immortal sects. We will not offend you." rise."

It means that the future head of such a big sect must be first-class and powerful. Even with the few disciples brought out by Mrs. Meng, Jiang Wuchao can shoot them to death even if they fight together.

"To see Brother Jiang's Minglan Sword today is really an honor for An Huan and all the senior brothers. To use force in front of Lord Li Che's statue, I offended you impulsively, and hope Brother Jiang Haihan."

Jiang Wuchao raised his right fingertips lightly, and the Minglan sword that was blocking Lu Xiaochan flew into its sheath.

The blade of the sword travels against the wind, and the sound it makes is like an endless tide far away in the sky, no wonder it is named "Ming Lan".

Lu Xiaochan was still lying on the ground, not because he was scared, but because the place where he was stabbed in the chest was very painful, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Now that the person in charge of Wushan Villa has come, his life is almost guaranteed to be saved.

According to legend, Ling Nianwu, the master of Zhiwu Villa who has practiced for more than 300 years, fell ill when he was a teenager, and none of the famous doctors in the world could cure him. Weakened day by day.

Just when his parents were about to prepare him for his death with snot and tears, Li Che, who was still an unknown little doctor boy back then, stayed in their village and saved his life. The fairy gate of Wushanzhuang has flourished for more than a thousand years.

Therefore, whenever the disciples of Zhiwu Villa caught someone disrespecting Mr. Li Che, they would take action.

Jiang Wuchao obviously didn't take the Meng family seriously, and said loudly: "If Mrs. Meng still wants to worship the doctor, then she should burn incense and pray sincerely. If she loses interest, she should leave early to make it easier for other villagers. .”

"Hmph, all the offerings I brought have been stolen by this beggar, what else is there to pray for! Let's go!"

When Mrs. Meng said so, the people below hurriedly followed up with the incense offerings they had prepared.

When Mrs. Meng passed by Jiang Wuchao, Jiang Wuchao suddenly raised his sword, and the hilt blocked Mrs. Meng.

"Mrs. Meng, I have a word of advice."

"Oh, I don't know what else to teach me about holding a sword?"

"Madam is quite hostile. If you are always obsessed, the journey from Lushu back to Pengyuan Mountain will take at least three days. You need to be careful of evil spirits invading your body."

Mrs. Meng raised her eyebrows, and said coldly: "Is Jiang Zhangjian the sword of Zhiwu Villa, or our sword of Pengyuan Mountain? My wife walks well, sits upright, and there are many disciples accompanying me, so why not be afraid? Evil spirits!"

After speaking, he threw up his sleeves and left.

As soon as Mrs. Meng left, the villagers who were waiting outside sweating in the sun rushed in.

The offering of incense and the display of offerings are more lively than temple fairs.

Lu Xiaochan was almost stepped on, but fortunately Jiang Wuchao picked him up.

"Little brother, although it is understandable that you hid in the statue of True Monarch Li Che and stole the offerings, it is really disrespectful to the Immortal Saint. Don't do this again in the future."

Lu Xiaochan touched the punctured part of her chest, and whispered, "Mr. Li Che is Nirvana, not Ascension, respect or disrespect, he doesn't know..."

Jiang Wuchao froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Little brother, do you still know the legend about Lord Li Che?"

Hearing Jiang Wuchao's voice, one could tell that he was open-minded and not someone who cares about trivial things, but Lu Xiaochan had a good impression of him.

"The legend I've heard goes like this—the evil spirit Chaos lived in the body of the East Ruins Sword Sect back then, harming the common people."

The words "East Ruins Sword Sect" made Jiang Wuchao's shoulders tighten.

"The East Ruins Sword Sect broke into Wuwujingtian, and wanted to lure down Wuwujianhai from the sky. Once he succeeded, his life would be ruined. So the heads of the various factions killed Wuwujingtian and sealed the blood in Dongxu Swordzong's body. evil spirit."

Jiang Wuchao was stunned where he was. This battle happened more than a thousand years ago.

Many immortal capitals who knew that the East Ruins Sword Sect was infiltrated by evil spirits are gone, how does this little beggar know?

"This battle is shocking and weeping ghosts and gods! The sword sects in the four directions are all dead, except for the sword sect Yang Cang in Wuwujingtian. The medical saint Liche was there to accompany Yang Cang, but he did not expect to be invaded by evil spirits. The impeccable East Ruins Sword Sect came to the door! Liche sacrificed himself in order to protect Yangcang who was in seclusion... right?"

Jiang Wuchao narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and clasped Lu Xiaochan's shoulder: "Where did you hear that?"

"Ouch! Ouch! You hurt me so much!" Lu Xiaochan's eyes and nose were wrinkled together, "Of course I heard the story from Mr. Shu! In Lushu, who hasn't heard this story!"

Jiang Wuchao let go of Lu Xiaochan's shoulder suspiciously.

"Mr. Storyteller? What happens after the story?"

"Later?" Lu Xiaochan twitched the corner of her mouth, "You buy me a drink, and I'll tell you the story behind!"

"Huh." Jiang Wuchao smiled, "Since we are in Lushu, everyone knows this story, I just find someone to tell it to me, and I don't need to waste money on drinks."

Lu Xiaochan felt a smirk in her heart, then you should go find someone else and tell you!

Lu Xiaochan got up and walked towards the gate of the temple crookedly.

Before walking out of the door, Lu Xiaochan stepped on the fruit offering that had been overturned by the disciples of the Meng family before, and fell to the ground.

bad luck!What a pity!

He got up, stumbled, and the villagers who came in to burn incense thought he was dirty, and no one was willing to help him, so he fell a few more times.

Although Jiang Wuchao didn't like Lu Xiaochan's greedy nature, he still found a bamboo branch and handed it to him.

"Thank you. We will meet later!" Lu Xiaochan looked at Jiang Wuchao and grinned.

Jiang Wuchao was stunned, this little beggar was dirty all over, but his eyes were extremely clear.

Why can't you see it?

What a pity.

Lu Xiaochan tapped on the bamboo pole and came to the eaves of the Wusi Winery in the town.

In the past few days, in the Medical Saint Temple, although there is enough food and drink, but without the "drunk life and dream death" of Wusi Winery, even the soft sweet-scented osmanthus freshly stuffed chicken is not enough to enjoy.

Lu Xiaochan has never longed for fame and fortune in her life.

Insufficient food and no shelter from wind and rain are common things for him.

What he has been thinking about all his life is to be able to drink a whole pot of "Zuishengmengdie". He has always been a big-hearted person and sleeps soundly, but no matter how sweet the dream is, he can't see the person he wants to see. But after drinking "Zuishengmengdie", but I can see the fairy under the cold moonlight.

This starts with the serious illness he suffered when he was eight or nine years old.

In the strong wind and rain, the old beggar who adopted him shivered under the eaves of the restaurant holding him.

It happened that there was a waiter by the window who was clearing the table, so the old beggar begged him to give him the food left over from the guest officer's meal, even a mouthful of cold soup would do.

Taking advantage of the boss not paying attention, Xiao Er casually poured the plate of peanuts out of the window.

The boss never liked beggars sheltering from the rain under his eaves, so he scolded the little boy for what he was doing.

In desperation, Xiao Er poured out the pot of wine left by the guests on the table, saying that he was pouring the leftover tea outside the window, so as to save the trouble of pouring it back and forth, and it would also stain the floor of the restaurant .

That sip of wine happened to splash on Lu Xiaochan's face.

At that time, Lu Xiaochan, who was feverish and delirious, licked "Drunk Life Dreams".

The taste was cold and not spicy, and it instantly dispelled the high fever in his whole body.

His body sank for a while, and his soul was hooked out of his body. When he opened his eyes again, all the vicissitudes of life were reversed, and his dream returned to the millennium.

Under a cold moon, there stood a figure in a plain gown.

Quiet and lonely.

That was the only thing Lu Xiaochan had ever seen since she was born, but unfortunately it was in a dream.

In Lu Xiaochan's dream, there was a young boy with tinkling bottles and cans all over his body, and a small white jade medicine pot tied around his waist, with a turtle engraved on the pot.

Although the tortoise was engraved on it, it seemed to be alive, crawling slowly on the pot.

The boy laughed, and Lu Xiaochan would be happy with him in the dream. If the boy was angry, Lu Xiaochan would also be troubled in the dream, just like another self from a long, long time ago.

Full of expectation, the young man ran towards the shadow under the moonlight, jumped up and was about to wrap his arms around the neck of that figure from behind, when the other party just said coldly: "Presumptuous."

In an instant, everything in the world came under pressure, crushing his mind, and he felt that he was about to be out of breath.

"You're so boring! It's fine if you're boring. I'm here, you are your guest. I don't even have a good face..." He lowered his head and kicked the gravel in front of him.

The gravel jumped and was about to hit the opponent's heel.

The young man was secretly happy in his heart, as if it was a joy to stain the other party's clothes with a little bit of dust.

But before the corners of his mouth could be raised, the gravel was like dust, and it was scattered under the spiritual pressure of the other party.

The boy rolled his eyes, sat down on the ground, took the pot of medicine from his waist, pulled out the cork, and took a big gulp.

"I don't want to offend you, but I just want to invite you to taste my newly brewed medicinal drink!"

The other party seemed to have not heard what he said, and remained motionless.

"Its name is - 'Jiu Chuang Xian'! How is it? Interesting?"

"There is no wine in the world that can make you drunk. This medicinal drink has a spirit herb added, which is called 'whatever you want'. Although it is not wine, it can make you drunk! It can also make your desires nowhere to hide after you are drunk! "

The young man threw away a blank scroll excitedly: "I found this 'Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water' in your Sword Intent Pavilion! Anyone who stands in front of 'Flowers in the Mirror, Water and Moon', the scroll will reflect his inner thoughts at the moment!"

The figure was impassive.

"Do you dare to bet with me? Drink my 'Jiu Zhuang Xian', stand in front of 'Mirror Flower and Water Moon', and let me see if you really want nothing?"

The boy stood up with the medicine pot in his hand, and handed it out, but the other party didn't even turn around and look straight at him.

The plain-clothed man passed by the young man calmly, and the young man was about to jump up to look at the other's face, but his head was easily held down by the other's outstretched hand.

When he raised his head, he didn't see the other person's face.

"Hey - you said what's so good about your cultivation! Forbidden love and sex! Everything is empty! You gave birth to a good-looking face for nothing, and others can't see it, so what if you turn around and show me!"

He talked to that figure for a long time, but the other party didn't respond.

After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of a question that maybe the other party would respond to.

"People can become immortals and Buddhas, but they can never become gods. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Just two words, the cliffs on all sides seem to have been covered with frost.