After Qin Yi finished speaking, he thought it was quite pretentious, but before he could secretly akimbo in his heart, his mind was immediately attracted by the fragrance of wine.
When the stopper was removed, the fragrance overflowed everywhere, spreading across the world in the blink of an eye. The faint bloody smell in the cave didn't even know where it went.
And the breeze is coming from outside the mountain, and the fragrance of flowers and herbs is completely covered up, as if the whole world only has the mellow aroma of this fine wine, which penetrates the hearts of the people, permeates the heart, and the soul is lightly shaken, and it is drunk before drinking.
On the mountain not far away, there was a bird sleeping on a tree, suddenly its feathers shook and opened its eyes, and soon the eyes turned into circles, and the tree was planted with a sway.
A small beast ran past the tree, and soon became staggering.
This is Xianjia wine... You can get drunk!
If the immortals and gods take no form as their standard, then even no form and too pure may be drunk.
Qin Yi didn't know how much Yin Yixiao had said, but at least it was certain for now that Huiyang would definitely be drunk.
This is a rare thing. After practicing to this level, from the body to the soul, you are unparalleled. What kind of wine can get you drunk
Because it is rare, this kind of drunken immortal brew is also very rare.
Immortals also want to get drunk.
Always too sober, always see clearly, from a certain point of view is not too enviable.
Rarely confused, the immortal also has the idea of getting drunk once.
Just as Xiyue is not addicted to alcohol, she just thinks, don't be so sober, don't count everything, she has even been for a long time and doesn't count anything.
Life, old age, sickness and death are all seen at a glance, and people's calculations are calculated at a glance. After watching for more than 10,000 years, I feel like a numb stone, and everything is meaningless.
The most tragic thing is that they are not yet on top of everything.
A sober beast in a cage that cannot escape.
When can I get drunk
No wine like that... at least hard to find.
Of course, talking about Tai Wenqing, Wuxiang Great Master does not have such a boring self-pity. It's just that when such a wine does appear occasionally, it may not only be Xiyue, but also Zuo Qingtian, the real person, who must be interested in conspiring to get drunk.
Qin Yi is pouring wine.
The clear wine in the cup is like a clear spring, and the bright moon in the sky is reflected in the cup, as if there is a moon in the cup.
Xiyue quietly watched him pour the wine, her eyes faint.
Unexpectedly, this is a confidant.
He could actually see why he was drinking... Even Minghe thought that Master was just a hobby. Master could count all the wines in the world. He could tell what kind of wine it was and how old it was by smelling it, and he could point to any wine. With the corresponding most artistic utensils.
But Master is definitely not an alcoholic who is addicted to one thing, it can only be an interest.
However, Qin Yi only saw the two sides and saw the true meaning. The so-called familiarity is only 10,000 years of drinking, and I have seen too much.
Qin Yi took it away. The wine was flush with the rim of the cup, the mountain wind stopped suddenly, the wine was shaken slightly, and the bright moon in the cup seemed to have broken shadows, rippling in the ripples.
In front of her is a wine she has never seen before, a pot of wine that can be drunk, a person who understands her heart. The moon shines in the mountains, the breeze comes slowly, the dark night fades away, and the morning sun rises.
Xiyue didn't drink, she already felt a little drunk.
What is there to ask for in life
"Cheers." Qin Yi poured the wine and raised his glass to invite: "I hope this wine won't disappoint you."
Xiyue smiled slightly, raised her head and drank.
Such as the bright moon in the drinking cup entering the throat.
Xiyue closed her eyes and took it lightly, as if she was slightly drunk, and Qin Yi almost blew himself up.
As if the fire was burning in the heart, the blood in the whole body was mobilized, the roar rose, the scalp was numb, the soul shook, as if falling into the deepest dream, in a trance, swaying, I don't know what day it will be, I don't know where this life is.
Before the moon was drunk, he was almost drunk himself.
Xiyue suddenly asked, "What's the name of this wine?"
Qin Yi said subconsciously, "Drunk Moon."
"Drunken Moon..." Xiyue looked up at the sky, but there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.
She was sure that Qin Yi didn't recognize her identity, and she knew that some things were intentional.
Xiyue calculated a hexagram habitually. The mental calculation was simple, and she didn't give any conditions. She just calculated it at will, and the answer she got was simple, but it was a hexagram: "Hongjian Yu Lu."
She didn't analyze it for a while, and thought about it: "What do you want?"
Qin Yi shook his head in a trance: "No."
"I promise that a pot of 狌狌 wine will help him get rid of the demon. This wine is the best wine I have ever seen in my life. You can make a request."
"Don't." Qin Yi was impatient with the alcohol, and Xiyue's words made him a little irritable, so he simply stood up and tugged at the front of his shirt, and said loudly, "Drinking is drinking, how can there be so many? A pot Wine is nothing but a treasure, boring."
After speaking, he was too lazy to care about Xiyue, and his fingers moved the tassels on his shoulders who had been watching the play: "Bangbang, do you want to drink? This wine is really awesome."
Tassel smiled and said, "Yes."
Qin Yi turned the mouth of the wine gourd towards it and dropped two drops of wine.
Tassel took it with an "ah woo", and then his eyes kept on, red tide all over his body, and Gu Lulu rolled off his shoulders.
Qin Yi was in a hurry to catch it, but he didn't catch it. Tassel grabbed his clothes in mid-air and climbed up all the way, his eyes were circles.
Seeing that cute appearance, Qin Yi laughed.
The laughter spread far and wide, spreading all over the mountains.
Xiyue slowly tasted the wine, tilted her head and smiled at him.
Qin Yi glanced at her, walked to her side, and added another cup to her: "Can you still drink?"
Xiyue smiled slightly: "One cup is too little."
"Then come again."
The two had another drink, and Xiyue's calm face finally turned red.
Qin Yi swayed even more, pointed at her and said, "You usually do things, and you come and go with a glass of wine. It's fine... But at this time, you are drinking, but you are sitting so serious, who can you pretend to be?"
Xiyue smiled and said, "How are you doing? Do you want to pull me up and dance?"
"emmmm... I can't dance." Qin Yi took two steps upside down, looked up at the sky, the sky was getting up in the morning, and it was already a little white.
Qin Yi suddenly rubbed his palm and smiled: "How can there be no food if you have wine?"
Xiyue said, "Where is the food?"
"Since the bright moon is poured into your throat, you should take the white cloud to drink wine." Qin Yi stretched out his hand: "Go?"
Xiyue looked at his big hand, and didn't hesitate, she reached out to hold it. The two stopped at the same time, and floated to the sky.
Above the clouds, Qin Yi raised his head and took a sip, and then stuffed the whole gourd into Xiyue: "Hey...you want to get drunk, not me. Drink more..."
Saying that, he staggered two steps, catching the white clouds with his hands.
When he was empty, Qin Yi patted his head: "Clouds are water... not cotton cakes."
A golden light suddenly appeared in his hand.
White clouds swept around the body, like a dragon gathered in front: "Let you be cotton cake, you are cotton cake!"
The white cloud was compressed into a cake shape, and then changed its properties.
Turning stone into gold, turning water into cake
Tassel rolled on Qin Yi's shoulder: "Qin Yi, I want to eat cake too!"
"Mmmm, eat the cake." Qin Yi fed it, Liusu hugged a cake that was bigger than it, and nibbled it in.
Qin Yi handed a piece to Xiyue and grinned.
Xiyue eats the completely tasteless Baiyun cake, which is really interesting.
How many years... no, how many thousand years, ten thousand years... there is no such scene
This completely tasteless cake has become the most special delicacy in this life.
Qin Yi is sitting on the cloud, looking at the moon in the distance, and is singing to the beat: "There are flowers and drinks, and there is no moon without going upstairs. Three cups lead to the avenue, and a drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows..."
Xiyue laughed, and she didn't know whether she was a flower or a moon in his eyes at this time... In short, it was a pleasing thing to drink and drink.
On the contrary, he is really ridiculous, all he wants is to get drunk, but he doesn't dare to get drunk. Even Qin Yi was too lazy to take care of himself, maybe he felt bored, and went to enjoy himself with his family's artifact spirit.
The mind is full of things, and there is no need to rest. It is better to be a Huiyang.
She raised her head and took a sip, letting the drunkenness flow through her heart unscrupulously.
Putting the bright moon into your throat, holding the white cloud to drink wine... If you have this meaning, why not get drunk