wine hit fairy

Lu Xiaochan has lived for more than ten years, and this is the first time she has entered Wusi Winery.

When the boss saw Lu Xiaochan, he rushed up to chase people away: "Little beggar! Don't beg in my wine shop! Disturb the interest of the guest officials!"

Jiang Wuchao directly threw a piece of silver into the boss's arms: "I'm going to treat this little beggar to a drink today! Is this enough?"

"Enough! Enough! Of course it is enough!" The boss bit the silver ingot, laughing so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Jiang Wuchao specially brought Lu Xiaochan to the window, where it is clean and no one disturbs him.

As soon as Lu Xiaochan sat down, she grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them in her mouth.

"Oh, finally let me have a chance to serve you once!"

The waiter was about to pour tea for Jiang Wuchao and Lu Xiaochan, but Lu Xiaochan shook his head and said, "Just pour tea for Brother Jiang, I want to keep my stomach for drinking!"

The shop clerk smiled: "You, why are you so obsessed with our wine for so many years?"

Lu Xiaochan raised her chin in the direction of Jiang Wuchao: "Look, I am obsessed, and there is no way out for cultivating immortals!"

Jiang Wuchao laughed, and poured a bowl of wine for Lu Xiaochan himself: "Hurry up and drink your wine! Tell you all the stories that old beggar told you!"

Lu Xiaochan drank a large bowl in one gulp, and recounted the old beggar's story with vigor.

"Do you know what Wujingtian's alias is?" Lu Xiaochan asked with a smile.

"Of course I know that there is no desire if there is no intention. So its nickname is 'the peak of no desire'." Jiang Wuchao replied, "All the evil spirits in the world feed on desire. Corrupted by evil spirits."

Lu Xiaochan drank a large bowl of wine, and then said: "From birth to death, every sword sect in Wujingtian will never leave Wujingtian."

"Do you know why?" Jiang Wuchao raised his chin with a smile.

"Because there is no other color except for the sun, moon, stars and exquisite cold jade; there is no other food except the branches and leaves of the immortal tree 'Fengtian', and naturally there is no other taste; After each of the sword sects dies, their sword intent will linger in the sky. Under the pressure of the sword, there is no other living thing except 'Fengtian' and the current sword sect. It is a Colorless, odorless, birthless, deathless, completely untainted by desire."

"I understand that it is precisely because of being far away from worldly desires that every sword sect of Wuwujingtian can break through the realm of 'general trend' and get closer to gods."

Lu Xiaochan slapped her thigh: "That's right! When the East Ruins Sword Sect was controlled by the ancient evil spirit Chaos, didn't it rush to Wujingtian? The result must have been killed by this desireless Sword Sect!"

Lu Xiaochan vividly talked about the battle between immortals and demons.

After drinking at least three or four jars of wine, Lu Xiaochan was still not drunk at all, except for being helped by the waiter to go to the toilet to drain the water, she didn't even shake her when she walked.

It seems that this wine is really mixed with water!

When he came back from the latrine, the boss had already served fresh and tender barbecue.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet. You can't be a little beggar. The little beggar keeps calling you."

"Me? Just call me Lu Xiaochan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wuchao on the opposite side accidentally knocked over a jar of wine.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you?"

"You... what did you say your name was?"

"Lu Xiaochan! The old beggar who adopted me picked me up under a big tree by the side of the road. The cicadas kept singing, and I was crying because I was hungry. It was more annoying than the cicadas, so I called Lu Xiaochan is dead."

"You...do you know the name of Li Chejun, the medical sage?" Jiang Wuchao asked.

"Mr. Li Che, then he's called Li Che!" Lu Xiaochan said with a smile.

"No, no, no! The world only knows his fairy name. 'Li' comes from 'life and death'. 'Che' means 'permeable'. The fairy name of Li Che means to see through life and death. For more than 200 years, not many people still remember his name."

"Then what's his name?"

"Lu Xiaochan."

"I'm here."

"No, I'm talking about Mr. Li Che's name, which is Lu Xiaochan."

"Ah?" Lu Xiaochan scratched his head, could it be that he still has the same name as the medical saint?

"It must have the same pronunciation, but different characters?"

"It's also... your cicada is the cicada on the tree. The name of the medical sage should be the Zen of 'Zen Heart'."

"That's right. He's a medical sage, how could he use worms as his name!" Lu Xiaochan pursed her lips and leaned towards Jiang Wuchao, "And... Li Che Jun sacrificed his life for righteousness, and his body and spirit were destroyed. Admiration, but isn't his name a bit unlucky?"

"You—" Jiang Wuchao almost drew his sword when he heard Lu Xiaochan speak ill of Mr. Li Che, "How dare you say Mr. Li Che's name is unlucky!"

"Don't get excited! The old beggar told me that he died in a very miserable state. Jianzong Yangcang of Wujingtian would spend 600 years of cultivation and fail to catch his Yuandan! Therefore, he cannot be named! "

Lu Xiaochan said very seriously, but Jiang Wuchao on the opposite side fell into deep thought.

He always felt that it would not be such a coincidence.

The old beggar not only knows the story of the medical sage, but also knows the battle between immortals and demons in Wujingtian.

Even the sword sect's 600-year-old cultivation base to seize Jun Li Che's Dan Yuan, the old beggar knows?

So coincidentally, he named the little beggar he adopted "Lu Xiaochan".

Could it be that an expert is hiding in the city?The old beggar was also present in the battle between immortals and demons?

The wine jars behind them were piled up to make a hill, and Lu Xiaochan was holding a wine jar, drinking heavily.

Jiang Wuchao held his chin, looked at the little beggar opposite, and fell into deep thought.

"Lu Xiaochan, I've practiced for hundreds of years, so I'm fine if I don't get drunk with this ordinary wine. What's the matter, you've drank so much, but you're not even a little bit drunk?"

"This wine is more refreshing than white water! How can anyone get drunk?" Lu Xiaochan snorted softly.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Wuchao looked sideways.

There were three or five middle-aged people writing poems and drinking wine. After opening a jar of wine, they were half drunk.

How could this "drunken life, dream and death" be just a little more refreshing than white water?

"Hey! Little beggar! Drink slowly! No one is going to grab you! Our family is very strong after drinking!" the waiter reminded loudly.

"What stamina can there be! I think it's just..."

Just as Lu Xiaochan raised her hand, she didn't finish her sentence when she heard a "boom—" and fell straight down on the table.

Jiang Wuchao was stunned, even though he reacted quickly, he didn't catch Lu Xiaochan's head.

"Lu Xiaochan? Lu Xiaochan! Are you...are you drunk?"

For a while, Lu Xiaochan's heart tightened, as if his soul was tightly hooked by an invisible force, and pulled out of his body.

He stretched out his hands and fluttered, and there seemed to be the sound of water pouring into his ears.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw under the cold and bright moonlight, a slender and elegant figure, whose outline was so blurred that he couldn't see the outline, approaching him slowly.

"Xiao Chan, the story you told is right and wrong."

The voice was gentle but restrained, as if enduring irresistible erosion.

"What's right or wrong'?" Lu Xiaochan stood there, only wanting to rush forward to see that person's face clearly.

"Wuwujingtian is indeed colorless, tasteless, lifeless, and deathless, but it is not desireless."

His voice was like rubbing ears and temples, but it seemed to come from an unreachable sky, with an unpredictable echo, the voice fell in my heart.

"what?"

"It's because there is nothing, so if there is a little bit of desire, it is a monstrous desire."

Lu Xiaochan stood there in a daze.

"Do not you remember?"

The figure's clothes fluttered with the wind, and Lu Xiaochan saw the boy again, with his legs crossed and his head propped up, leaning against a crystal-clear desk.

"I want to go home! It's cold here! The table is cold! The couch is cold! You are cold too!"

The boy's angry expression was like that of a frog.

"So what's not cold?" The man on the other side of the desk asked casually.

Even if he couldn't see his face, Lu Xiaochan knew that the aura of this plain-clothed man was like glass and silver, and he must be a rare blue face in the world.

"Yes! Me! I'm hot! If you don't believe me, feel it! Is the temperature of the desk made of exquisite cold jade the same as yours? Is the temperature of the letter you are flipping through the same?"

The boy grabbed the man's hand and pressed it to his cheek.

As if scalded by lava, the man withdrew his hand.

"Also! Everything you have here is hard! You are hard too!"

"Then what's not hard?" The man still asked in a completely indifferent tone.

The boy looked around, searched for a long time, and finally patted himself and said, "I am! I am soft!"

The man closed his eyes and meditated as if he hadn't heard.

The boy grabbed his hand, pressed one on the desk, and pressed the other on his face.

"Did you feel it! Your desk will crack if you throw an egg lightly! But I won't!"

When the boy was talking, his lips opened and closed, and the man's fingers happened to pass over his upper lip, as if he didn't understand something, he kept stroking his lips over and over again, with more and more force.

"You don't have to pinch me like that if you want me to shut up!" The boy frowned and was about to tilt his face, the tip of his soft tongue just rubbed against the other's fingertips.

As if he didn't hear the boy's dissatisfaction, the man squeezed his finger between the boy's lips, touched the tip of his tongue, stroked it gently, and licked it.

"What are you doing...ha...don't woo your tongue!"

The more the boy turned his face sideways, the more the man pinched his chin, asking the boy to look at him.

Until the young man's round eyes glowed with crystal water, his brows were tightly frowned, and he clenched his fist as if biting the finger that had come in with all his strength.

The man only used a little bit of qi, and he opened his upper jaw.

The boy jumped up with a clatter and left a long way away, but he still didn't forget to yell: "I'm telling you! You still haven't asked the old liar to take me home! I'm yelling at you every day! It's driving you crazy!"

"You can do whatever you want." The man replied lightly to the boy.

At night, the boy shivered while half asleep and half awake, curled up and cursed in a low voice: "You old liar! Just trick me into this kind of place where birds don't shit, chickens don't lay eggs, and turtles don't touch the shore! Even the bed I don’t even give me the quilt! I’m freezing to death!”

Indistinctly, the plain-clothed man sat by his couch, stretched out his palm, first covered his head, and then carefully touched his eyelashes.

"I'm so cold. You either give me ten quilts, or get out!" The boy sniffed.