[Wen Qing] Mountain guest

Qinghe held the wine jar in one hand and the jasper wine jug in the other, walking and drinking, already half drunk.

"Taoist... You said there was a merman who liked that emperor?" Wen Liu stretched out his paw, trying to pick his ear, "I heard that right? Ha, a demon, willing to seal his spiritual power, stay away from his homeland, and run to talk to someone For a lifetime?"

"good."

"The emperor still hates monsters? When he meets them, he will kill them all?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

"If you are not of my race, their hearts must be different. People in the world are afraid of ghosts, gods and monsters, so they can only see them and kill them, so that they can feel at ease."

"Fucking shit!" Wen Liu snorted, and asked after a while, "Then are you afraid of me?"

Qinghe poured wine down his throat: "What do you think?"

"I think you're afraid..." Wen Liu resentfully rolled his eyes, "That mermaid... also made a blood contract with your emperor?"

"Blood contract? No." Qing He shook his head in surprise, "Why do you ask?"

Wen Liu was at a loss: "You said it yourself! That merman is willing to live with the emperor for the rest of his life, never to be separated. Isn't it similar to that ghost thing that I signed with you in blood?"

Qinghe laughed loudly: "It's far away. They are married couples, but we..."

He paused, rubbed his chin, and burned his forehead with alcohol, and he was in a trance for a moment.

"Ours..." Qinghe said slowly, "much better than theirs."

A drop of blood makes a pact, life and death follow each other, spirit and soul blend together, up to the heavens and down to the ghosts and gods, and never abandon them for the rest of their lives.

The matter of love is too illusory, and it can't always pass the time.And the blood contract between him and Wen Liu is indeed a hundred times stronger than the illusory love.

Wen Liu was in a good mood when he heard this, and raised his head high: "Nonsense. The emperor has married so many wives, but I have only made a blood contract with you!"

After thinking for a while, he added, "You are only allowed to accept me as a spirit beast!"

Qing He stroked the jasper jug, with a smile on his brow, nodded in agreement.

He shook the jug, only a small half of it was left, and he felt regretful: "Oh, this wine is sweet and mellow, with a lingering fragrance on the tongue. The jar that the emperor took to keep me is 100 years old, I am afraid it is ten times better. .I only hate that mountain people have no blessings to endure..."

Seeing that he was drunk and his tail curled up, Wen Liu put him on his back and sat down. Hearing this, he asked, "It's strange, you still have a day without free food?"

Qinghe shook his finger: "You can't eat or not, you don't know..."

It was not the first time that he refused Emperor Shengyuan's invitation to drink.

When Taihua Mountain assisted the new emperor to ascend the throne, Qinghe made great contributions. Emperor Shengyuan once planned to make him a left servant and follow him.At that time, the new emperor invited each other with a banquet, and said that there would be a century-old wine for the king, but Qinghe declined the reward, and quietly retired.

"Taoist, you said back then that you didn't seek fame but only sought immortality and asked..." Wen Liu tilted his head, glanced at Qing He's smiling brows from the corner of his eye, "I didn't see you caring too much about cultivating Taoism."

"What exactly do you want?" the bewildered monster asked.

"Don't ask for fame, don't ask for immortality..." Qinghe laughed softly.His face was drunk, but his eyes were as clear as snow, he stood up on Wen Liu's back, poured the wine into the wind, his robe fluttered, and looked into the distance.

The mountains and rivers are under your feet, and the world of mortals is tens of thousands heavy.

"In my whole life, I have been going to and from everywhere, unrestrained and unrestrained, wild cranes and clouds, and I have a long-term companion... People say that contentment is always happy, and Shanren has nothing else to ask for."

Wen Liuyou was dissatisfied and picked on the thorn: "I am a demon!"

"That's a demon." Qing He smiled calmly, "It's not too important."

He drank the last sip of wine and looked down at the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.The clouds in the sky are piled up, opening and closing erratically, engulfing the figures of a man and a demon.

From afar, I could only hear Qinghe laughing loudly through his drunkenness, and then chanting in a long and manly voice, shaking the heavens——

"The guests come from the mountains, and there are no relatives in the world. I borrow a pot of wine from you, and recite the moonlight for you.

Life and death are so gloomy, so let's get drunk.Laughing and flicking his clothes, he drove into Yujing for a long time. "

END.

【Volume [-] Eight Steeds】