Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 26
This time, Yunmengzhou came here not only for the key to good fortune that can heal the lonely and missing arm, but also several other great artifacts are on his target list.

He wanted to verify whether, with the blessing of the five great artifacts, he could directly defeat Yan Mo Hanyan without the help of a sword or halberd.

In addition, Yun Mengzhou was also very curious about the evil power hidden in the five great artifacts.

Today, Yun Mengzhou and Lone Que set foot on this taboo land.

I saw strange rocks and strange trees, twisting around, interlaced branches and leaves, and thick shade blocking out the sun.The gloomy Guiman River was dead silent, it seemed bottomless, and there were countless bones buried under the black water.

The erratic mist stretched out its tentacles, devouring all greedy and foolish people.

As soon as Lone Que raised his blade, he wanted to drive straight into Huanglong, but was stopped by Yunmengzhou raising his hand.

In order to prevent the five great artifacts from appearing in the world, Wolong set up three traps in Guimanhe. The first trap is the poisonous bee demon vine.

As long as you step into it, you will face a steady stream of terrifying murderous intentions in the dark, or be stung by poisonous bees, strangled by demon vines, or swallowed by piranhas hidden underground.

In the original plot, this level claimed the lives of countless treasure hunters, and even the five-color bewitching girl returned home in defeat.

It wasn't until the Evil Awakener who was born in Yiliu attacked the poison with poison, devoured the insects with Gu, and exterminated all the poisonous bees and demon vines, that this barrier was truly broken.

Yun Mengzhou doesn't have such methods, but he also has his own methods.

I saw him take out a guqin, the whole body is like jade, the shape is like a plantain, with a stem growing in the middle, and the leaves are undulating, like a courtyard dancing in the wind and rain, graceful and elegant.

Between the light and slow twists, the clear and elegant sound is like a waterfall of pearls, and the lingering is endless. Between the dragon, the pond, and the phoenix, there are two seal scripts, "Qing Shang".

"Hey, are you standing here, Taoist priest, because you are so excited about this situation that you can't help but want to play the piano and sing to sing your ambition?"

Lonely Que asked coolly.

Yun Mengzhou's originally unrestrained movements paused for a moment, and then he sighed helplessly, all of the misty artistic conception he worked so hard to create disappeared all of a sudden.

"Moon incomplete · Lonely deficiency, no, it's a person who doesn't understand the style." The little old man seemed very proud.

"You just listen quietly to Shanren's drunken help."

Yun Mengzhou plucked the strings with ten fingers, and a cheerful and melodious tune flowed out like a bubbling spring, spreading in the cool mist of the Ghost River.

Lonely Que seemed to see a scene from his youth.

At that time, he had just practiced with the master for a short time. On that day, he had just mastered a sword technique that the master taught him. After demonstrating it to the master, the master allowed him to go to the town to play.

He happily went down the mountain, ran into the bustling fireworks, and was fascinated by the dazzling array of interesting gadgets in the market.

Five-color candies, clay dolls, bamboo dragonflies, and spinning tops. It's a pity that he doesn't have much money, otherwise he would like to buy them all.

However, he still exchanged the only broken piece of silver for something he had been curious about all along.

liqueur.

He had never drank this stuff, and he didn't know how it tasted, but he saw that Master always picked up the gourd that he carried with him from time to time, opened the lid and took a sip, and then put it down again.

At this time, he could smell a faint fragrance.

He asked the master what it was, and the master told him that it was wine.

He asked again if he could taste it for him. The master laughed and said that he could only drink it when Que'er grew up.

So the curiosity in his heart became stronger day by day, and finally he waited for the opportunity to go down the mountain.

Like his master, he asked the restaurant for a bottle of wine in a gourd, and then eagerly raised his head and took a big sip before he walked out the door.

Immediately, a spicy and pungent feeling hit the top of his head. He couldn't help but bent down and coughed loudly. Seeing him around him, the drinkers who knew that he must be drinking for the first time all laughed.

He should have been angry, ashamed, and furious, but he belatedly felt the familiar fragrance that gradually emerged after the pungency dissipated.

Is this what it's like to grow up?
Not very good, but seems to be good?
Consciousness began to be a little fuzzy, and people around seemed to have double images.

They are all laughing, why?Are you happy for his growth?

He couldn't figure it out, so he gave up thinking, followed his own mind, and laughed together.

That day, under the urging of the people around him, he poured a whole gourd of wine into his stomach, and then fell drunk to the ground until the moon rose.

Then he vaguely felt that he was hugged by a pair of solid arms.

The warrior's instinct made him resist for a while, and then quickly gave up struggling because of the familiar feeling.

That was his master.

He let go of his awkward self-esteem of refusing to get close to Master in order to pretend to be mature, and lay obediently in Master's arms, hehe and silly.

"Hic," he burped heavily, and then with uncontainable joy, hugged Master's arm and muttered: "Master! I've grown up!"

"...Mmm." The voice that came from above his head after a pause for a few seconds was as gentle as ever.

"Am I, hiccup, awesome?"

"……Um."

"In the future, I will be like Master in the future, hiccup, super famous!"

"……Um."

"I, I like Master very much, I, hiccup, when I grow up, I want to protect Master..."

"……it is good."

……

When he woke up the next day, he forgot what happened after he was drunk, and was punished by his master to practice swinging a knife [-] times a day for a month.

Only now did he remember how happy that night was, and what vows he made when he was drunk.

Many years later, the relationship between him and his master and younger brother had unilaterally dropped to freezing point.

What he overheard the master saying to his junior brother that day has been echoing in his mind to this day.

"You inherit my mantle, Senior Brother Ni must be jealous of you, but please let him and avoid him, this is good for everyone, but it is hard for you.

"Sigh, Shuang'er, maybe in my heart as a teacher, I always favor him more."

I always prefer him more.

"Hahaha...Master, how could you have thought that someone you favored would take your life instead?"

Listening to the still cheerful tune, Lone Que murmured in a low voice, half crying and half laughing.

He used to think that only fighting and killing could make him happy, so he regarded Master Crossing the Sea God's Foot as a shackle that restrained his freedom, and his junior brother Huangfu Shuangren as a threat that needed to be eradicated.

But why did he only remember now that getting drunk that night made him happier than fighting and killing people?

Maybe it wasn't wine that really made him happy, because although he also drank later, he drank it when he was excited about killing people, drank it when he was bruised all over his body after being hunted for revenge, and later drank it when he was tired of killing and hid in the pit of sin.

However, no matter when and where, he is no longer so happy.

The moon is not complete and the loneliness is lacking. Alone is the one who drinks alone and has no blind date.

But Lonely does not admit it, neither willing nor daring.

That person used to be the bright moonlight in front of his bed, the green bamboo shadow outside the curtain, and a returning swallow that suddenly appeared in the mud hut that had been rolled over by the years.

The teenagers drink and sing upstairs, and the red candles are dimmed.Between the backlight and the moon drunk flowers, the swallows who don't know how to leave and hate fly away.

Now in the drinking boat, I see spring green again.On the bridge, Jinghong once took a photo, which has been traced for a hundred years.

Lonely Que laughed out in a low voice.

"To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive. I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk. I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk, hahaha..."

　This chapter is a bit lonely and lacks the meaning of personal stories, because Penglai really likes this character very much.I don't know what you think?
　　PS: After receiving the reminder from the boss, Penglai can only destroy his life skills, so he sent [-] more words of OTZ, trying his best

　　
　
(End of this chapter)