Asked The Red Dust

After Qin Yi finished speaking, she still thought it was quite dressy, but before she had time to cross her waist, she was immediately attracted by the fragrance.

The plug was pulled out, and the fragrance was overwhelming, spreading in the blink of an eye, the **** smell in the original cave didn't know where to go.

But the breeze outside the mountain Xu Lai, all the flowers and vanilla fragrances sent were completely covered, as if the whole world had only the aroma of this fine wine, it was pleasing to the heart, overflowing the heart, the soul was light, and the drunk before drinking.

On the hill not far away, there were birds standing on the tree and sleeping. Suddenly the feathers flickered and their eyes were opened. Soon the eyes turned into circles and the trees were planted with shaking.

A small animal ran across the tree and soon became staggering.

This is Xianjia wine ... but drunken fairy!

If the immortal **** takes the phaseless as the standard, it is that the phaseless is too clear to be drunk.

Qin Yi doesn't know how much Yin Yi cup has said, but at least for now, Huiyang will be drunk.

This is a rare thing. At this level of practice, the body and soul are strong and strong. What kind of wine can make you drunk?

Because of its rareness, this drunken brew is also very rare.

Fairies also want to be drunk.

Always being sober, always seeing the score clearly, is not an enviable thing in a certain angle.

Rarely confused, the fairy also had the idea of ​​getting drunk once.

Just as Xiyue is not a lover of alcohol, she just thought, do n’t be so sober, do n’t count on everything, she has even had a long time, and do n’t count on anything.

At a glance, the old and the sick died, and at a glance the mental calculation of the person who saw through it, after seeing it for more than ten thousand years, he felt like a numb stone, meaning nothing.

The most tragic thing is that they have not been above everything.

A sober beast in a cage that cannot be detached.

When can I get drunk?

Without that kind of wine ... at least it's hard to find.

Of course, when we say that Tai Wenqing, Wu Xiang has no such boring self-pity. It's just that when such wines occasionally appear, maybe not just Xiyue, but Zuo Qingtianyu real person, presumably all interested in colluding and getting drunk.

Qin Yi is pouring wine.

The clear liquor in the glass is like a clear spring, and the bright moon in the sky is reflected in the glass, as if there is a moon in the glass.

Xiyue watched him pouring wine quietly, his eyes dim.

I don't care if this is a confidant.

He could see why he drank ... Even Minghe thought Master was just a hobby. Master could treat all the wines in the world like treasures, and he could know what kind of wine this is and how many years he could point at any smell. The wine is paired with the corresponding most artistic vessels.

But Master is definitely not a drunkard who is addicted to something, it can only be an interest.

However, Qin Yi saw only two sides, and he saw the true meaning. The so-called cooked rice, but drinking it for 10,000 years, I have seen too much.

Qin Yishou closed. The liquor is level with the cup, the mountain breeze suddenly stops, the liquor shakes slightly, and the moon in the cup seems to be broken, and it is slightly rippled in the ripples.

In front of me was a wine I had never seen before, a pot of drunken wine, a person who understood her heart. The moonlight in the mountains, the breeze came, the night went away, and the morning light rose.

Xiyue didn't drink and already felt a little drunk.

What do we need to do in life?

"Cheers." Qin Yi poured the wine, and toasted: "I hope this wine will not let you down."

Xiyue smiled slightly and drank up her head.

Such as the moon in the drinking cup into the throat.

When Xiyue closed her eyes, she seemed to have a slight meaning, and Qin Yi almost blew herself up.

It was as if a fire was burning in my heart, my whole body of blood was mobilized, my blaze rose, my scalp was numb, and my soul was shaking, as if I had fallen into the deepest dream, trance, dangling, I do not know what day tonight I don't know where this life is.

Moon was not drunk, he was almost drunk himself.

Xiyue suddenly asked: "What's the name of this wine?"

Qin Yi subconsciously said: "Drunk Moon."

"Drunk Moon ..." Xiyue looked up at the sky, but there was a strange smile on the corner of her mouth.

She was convinced that Qin Yi did not recognize her identity, but she knew that some things were intentional in the midst.

Xiyue habitually counted the hexagrams, the mental calculation was simple, and no conditions were given, so he arbitrarily calculated, and the answer was simple, but a gradual hexagram: "Hongjian is on the land."

She didn't analyze it for a while and thought for a while: "What do you want?"

Qin Yi shook her head in a trance: "No."

"I will give others a pot of wine, I will help him remove the devil. This wine is the best wine I have seen in my life, you can make a request."

"Don't." Qin Yi was so impatient with the urge to drink. Xiyue's words made him a little irritable. He stood up and pulled his shirt straight, shouting: "Drinking is drinking, how come there are so many? One pot Wine is nothing like boring, boring. "

Li Xiyue was too lazy to finish his speech, and flicked his finger to the tassel that kept watching the movie: "Awesome, drink it? This wine is really good."

Tassel smiled and said: "Yes."

Qin Yi turned the mouth of the wine gourd towards it and dropped two drops of liquor.

The tassel “ahh” took it, and then his eyes kept on, and there was a red tide all over his body, and Guru rolled off his shoulder.

Qin Yi was too busy to catch it, but didn't find it. Tassel himself grabbed his clothes in the air, and climbed up and down all the way, his eyes were in circles.

Qin Yi laughed at that cute look.

Laughter spreads far and wide throughout the mountains.

Xiyue slowly tasted wine and tilted his head to look at him and smiled.

Qin Yi glanced at her, then walked to her side, and added another glass to her: "Can you still drink?"

Xiyue smiled slightly: "Too few cups."

"Then come again."

The two toasted again, and Xiyue's calm face finally glowed with red glow.

Qin Yi shook even harder, pointing at her: "You act normally, carrying wine dashing around, it's good ... but at this time drinking, but sitting in a serious way, who pretend to show?"

Xiyue smiled and said, "How are you going? Do you want to pull me up to dance?"

"Emmmm ... I can't dance." Qin Yi turned back two steps, looking up at the sky, the morning light was rising, and it was already white, the morning sun and the moon coexisted in the sky, and the rays of the sun were everywhere, which was very beautiful.

Qin Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Why not have wine without vegetables?"

Xiyue Road: "Where are the dishes?"

"Since Mingyue is in the throat, when Baiyun Zuojiu is held." Qin Yi reached out his hand: "Go?"

Xiyue looked at his big hand, without tangling, he reached out and held it. The two stood at the same time and flew into the sky.

Above the clouds, Qin Yi took a sip of headache and threw the gourd to Xiyue: "Nah ... you want to be drunk, not me. Drink more ..."

He stumbled for two steps and grabbed Baiyun.

Taking advantage of it, Qin Yi patted his head: "Cloud is water ... not cotton cake."

Suddenly a golden glow appeared in his hands.

Baiyun swept all over the body, and a dragon gathered before him: "Let you be a cotton cake, you are a cotton cake!"

Baiyun was compressed into a cake shape, and then changed its attributes.

Turning stone into gold, turning water into cake?

Tassel rolled on Qin Yi's shoulders: "Qin Yi, I want to eat cake too!"

"Hmm, eat cakes." Qin Yi fed the past, tassels hugged a piece of cake bigger than it, nibbled in.

Qin Yi changed his hand and passed it to Xiyue, grinning.

Xiyue is eating Baiyun Cake with no taste at all ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I find it very interesting.

How many years ... No, how many thousand years, ten thousand years ... There is no such scene?

This completely tasteless pastry has become the most special delicacy in this life.

Qin Yi sat in the clouds, looked at the moon in the distance, and sang with the beat: "There are flowers to drink, no moon will not go upstairs. Three cups will lead to the road, and one drunk will solve a lot of worry ..."

Xiyue laughed, and did not know whether she was still a month in his eyes at this time ... In short, it was a pleasing thing to drink.

On the contrary, he is really ridiculous, asking for a drunk, but not afraid to get drunk. Even Qin Yi was too lazy to take care of himself, and might find it boring, and had fun with his family.

The heart is full of things, without rest, it is better to Yi Huiyang.

She took a big sip of her back with a headache, and let her drunk through her heart drunkenly.

Pour the bright moon into the throat and pour Baiyun Zuojiu ... Why bother with drunk?