Reverend Insanity: The thirteenth section: bamboo forest under the moon, a little pearl snow

About 300 years ago, a genius appeared in the ancient moon clan.

His talents are still young, he has already cultivated to the point where he is a five-turn martial artist, and there is still a possibility. Famous in Qingmao Mountain, the scenery is infinite, and the people place their hopes and responsibilities on it.

He is the most famous four generations of patriarchs in Gu Yue history.

Unfortunately, the four generations of patriarchs are for the protection of the clan, and the battle is also the devil's flower and wine walker of the Wuzhuan division. Although after a fierce battle, he defeated the flower and wine walker, and let the devil kneel for mercy.

But in the end, the four generations of patriarchs were accidentally attacked by the flower and wine walkers.

Four generations of wandering flowers and wine walkers, but they are also hard to return, died young.

This tragedy-filled story has been passed down to this day and is widely extolled by the ancient Yue people.

But Fang Yuan understands that this story cannot be believed. Because it has a huge loophole in itself.

A month after the previous life, a puppet master who was drunk because of a broken heart was lying drunken outside the cottage, and the overflowing wine aroma unexpectedly attracted a wine bug.

Yan Shi chased the wine bug, and found the remains of the flower and wine walker in an underground cave, as well as the personal heritage of the flower and wine walker.

Yi Shi hurriedly returned to the family, and falsely reported the matter, causing a great sensation.

After the storm gradually subsided, he also benefited from it. He got wine bugs, and to improve, he abandoned his girlfriend and chased him instead. This made him a temporary character in the village.

The story is passed down from generation to generation, and it is normal to lose it. But in Fang Yuan's memory, although the Yanshi found the relics, although extremely true and credible, he also suspected that there might be other truths hidden.

"I hadn't noticed it, but as I explored and analyzed these days, I found out that this event is strange." The night was getting darker, Fang Yuan was walking in the bamboo forest around the cottage, and his heart was reviewing and integrating all Known clues.

"Think about it. Suppose I was the puppet master and found the relics of the flower and wine walkers. Why not swallow it alone, but falsely accuse the family? Not to mention any sense of family honor, people are greedy. What motivated the puppet master to violate the ** in the vest and willingly abandon all his interests and discover this to falsely report to the top of the family?

The truth is always hidden in the fog of history.

There are too few clues after all. The only two clues are themselves true, false, and unbelievable.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but think of himself: "Anyway, after buying this green bamboo wine, I now have only two yuan stones on my body. If I can no longer find the treasure, I will be in trouble. Today, Can be considered a desperate bet! "

However, he himself is not enough to refine the tapeworm. Instead, invest in this wine and increase the success rate of the trip.

If you change to someone else, most of you will follow the steps.

But this is too inefficient for the other source. He would rather take a risk and give it a go.

Well, people in the magic road always like adventure.

At the moment.

The night is getting darker, and the spring moon is like a bow.

Floating clouds cover the moonlight, as if a light tulle is applied to the crescent hood.

Because of the heavy rain that lasted for three days and three nights, the turbid air in the mountains was washed away, leaving only the purest freshness.

This fresh air is pure like a piece of white paper, which is more conducive to the spread of wine. This is one of the reasons for Fang Yuan's confidence tonight.

"There is no exploration left in this area." He stopped at a bamboo forest.

The first seven days of exploration are not without gain. At least it turned out that the flower and wine walkers did not die in those places.

This is the second reason for Fang Yuan's confidence.

In the bamboo forest, there are fragrant grasses and white flowers, and the green spear bamboo is very straight, like a jade stick.

Fang Yuan patted the mud seal of the small wine jar, and suddenly a strong scent of wine came out.

Green bamboo wine can be said to be the best wine in ancient moon cottage. This is the third reason for Fang Yuan's confidence tonight.

"Three major reasons, accumulated, if you want to succeed, it must be tonight!" Fang Yuan secretly pumped up in his heart, while slowly tilting the jar, poured a small green bamboo wine, and dropped it on the stone.

If those hunters saw this scene, they would be very distressed. This wine is worth two yuan of stone ...

But Fang Yuan is indifferent.

The fragrant wine quickly spreads out. In the night, the breeze is slowly flowing, the subtle fragrance is floating, and the bamboo forest is soaked.

Fang Yuan stood in the place, smelling the scent of wine. After waiting for a while, nothing happened.

Only a nightingale-like bird was heard, crying not far away, the sound was like a string of silver bells.

His eyes were calm and not surprising. He moved away and turned to the next place a few hundred meters away.

He did the same here, poured another stream of wine, and stood there for a moment.

So many times, I changed a few prescriptions, poured a few times, and there was little green bamboo wine left in the jar.

"It's the last time." Fang Yuan sighed and turned the altar in his hand upside down. The bottom of the altar turned to the sky and poured out the rest of the wine.

Drinking wine in the grass, the grass swayed, and the wild flowers were wet with the dew, and the head dropped slightly.

Fang Yuan stood in place, staring around with his last hope.

Night is deep now.

A thick cloud covered the moonlight here.

The shadow darkness is like a curtain covering the bamboo forest.

Silent and silent, the green spear bamboo stands solitary, leaving Fang Yuan's eyes straight up and down silhouette.

He stood quietly, listening to his extremely clear breathing, and then felt the residual hope in his chest, passing away and emptying.

"Still failed." He muttered in his heart, "The three major advantages accumulated tonight have been unsuccessful, and the shadow of wine bugs cannot be found. This means that the success rate in the future will be lower. There are only two pieces of stone left on the body, and the moonlight urn is to be refined. No more adventures can be made. "

The result of adventure is often not ideal. But once it is the desired result, the benefits must be considerable.

Fang Yuan likes to take risks, but he doesn't like gambling. He is not the kind of gambler who loses his eyes and wants to make a copy.

He has his own bottom line, he knows his capital.

Now, with five hundred years of life experience, tell him that it's time to stop.

Sometimes life is like this, there is always such a goal, it is so beautiful and full of temptation. Seems to be close at hand, but it takes too much time and effort to reach it. Let people turn around and think.

"This is the helplessness of life, but also the charm of life." Fang Yuan shook his head with a smile and turned away.

Just now.

A gust of wind blew like a gentle arm, gently sweeping the clouds in the night sky.

Floating clouds pass by, revealing a covered crescent.

The crescent crooked and hung in the sky, like a white jade, pouring down the clear moonlight.

The moonlight was poured into the green bamboo forest, poured on the rocks, poured into the stream and mountain stream, and poured on Fang Yuan's body.

Fang Yuan was wearing a simple shirt, and his young face looked fairer under the gentle touch of moonlight.

Darkness fades in an instant, and it is replaced by snowy frost in one place.

It seems to be infected by the moonlight, and the nightingales snoring began to sing again. This time, there were more than one, but there were several, scattered in the bamboo forest, responding one after another.

At the same time, a dragon puppet who lives in the mountains and moves under the moonlight sang a song of life.

They only came out at night, and all the insects emitting red light jumped out in groups at the moment, one by one shining red agate.

At first glance, Fang Yuan looked like a group of red waters that could jump, stepping on green grass and wild flowers, and jumping in the bamboo forest under the moon.

In the bamboo forest, the water is clear, and the jade's green spear bamboo shines in the moonlight, shining brightly like jade.

Liu Anhuaming, at this moment, nature showed Fang Yuan her beautiful beauty.

Fang Yuan stopped unconsciously and felt like he was in a fairyland.

He was about to turn away, but now he turned subconsciously again.

The wildflower grass with the green bamboo drink poured down, trembling slightly in the wind, still empty.

Fang Yuan laughed and looked away.

However.

Don't want to just look up, he saw a little white snow shadow.

This snow shadow is affixed to a green spear bamboo pole not far away, and it looks like a round pearl hanging in the moonlight.

Fang Yuan's pupils widened sharply, his body trembled slightly, his heart thumped, and he jumped faster and faster.

It's a wine bug!

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