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Thirty wooden tables were placed in the inn attic, neatly arranged. The rest of the wooden benches, wine, dishes, and even the counter were moved downstairs. The wine lovers who were watching the wine and joining the fun gathered behind Luo Changfeng and Li Qinglian.

They were ready to witness this unprecedented moment that was enough to be passed down from generation to generation. Outside the inn, the people living in Yecheng arrived one after another, and soon filled the two floors. Even the attic across the street was crowded, let alone that

The eaves and ancient treetops, as well as the neighbors outside the city who were not in time for the wind to come...

Thirty neatly pieced together wooden tables separated Luo Changfeng and Li Qinglian, as if they were from the Chu River and Han dynasties.

Luo Changfeng stood with a black robe and silver hair on his back, while Li Qinglian held a folding fan in his hand, carrying a long sword in his back, and was wearing a purple robe and a tall crown.

One of the stubble gradually grew and looked at the vicissitudes of life without any fear, the other was as beautiful as a crown and looked as if it was banished, and leisurely. The sword intent of the two men's bodies turned into a cool breeze and wandered around the restaurant.

"Come on..."

With a long tail sound, the shopkeeper led dozens of winemakers to come up to the tower one after another. Everyone held up the beautiful jade plate, and ten cups in the plate woke up thousands of days.

It is that: drinking alone under the moon, singing in Weicheng, singing in the head of water, cool alone, sparse rain and wind, Huanxisha, spring in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling among guests, dusk, ecstasy, Linjiangxian, Li Bai, nostalgia, young people travel. A cut of plum blossoms, forgetting the opportunity

, Qingming Festival, old pavilions, old friends, peach and plum spring breeze, night rain in the rivers and lakes, rare in ancient times, small gardens, sorrowful tears, lovesickness, flowers and shadows, worries, Xinghua Village, Qinhuai, return home, green ant, true intention, murder, turbid wine

, no way, ten thousand coins, eastern fence, fragrant sleeves, Chang'e, ancient moon, three cups and two cups, thousands of years of fame, nine springs, slanted hills, frosty temples, evening rays among flowers, thin red face, first red,

The ecstasy, Qiang flute, lying back, last year's red, the stars are sparse, the moonlight of the credit, the white clouds, the lotus, the hero, the north and south hills, the sadness, the aging, the Chu waist is slender... The shopkeeper led the winemaker to turn back upstairs and downstairs

After several trips, the Thousand-Day Awakening, which has moved for hundreds of years but has never been seen in the world, was finally revealed to the eyes of the world.

It was a long table filled with glass jade cups, colorful as if flowers were blooming, and the fragrance of wine was filled with refreshing people. But when you smell the scent of this scent, Luo Changfeng was intoxicated, feeling that his body and mind were light, and everything could be left out.

Later, he looked around and saw that there were rippling waves in the jade cup, landscape paintings, wind and rain on earth, poetry and songs, battle for the battle, swords and shadows... A bottle of wine is a poem, and a poem is a poem

Planting a life.

Li Qinglian put one hand behind her, then stretched out her right hand and introduced, "Here, thousands of jars are awake, I will drink half of each of my brother Luo."

He seemed to see Luo Changfeng's question and added: "Of course it's not just drinking, but my thousand-day awakening of my Li Qinglian,

Even the Endless Peak Tianjiu Blade can’t drink it.”

When Luo Changfeng heard the name of Tianjiu Blade, he was surprised and thought that this sword cultivator who looked like a Confucian scholar was familiar with Tianjiu Blade. And after his name, it seemed that he was a fellow disciple. This time he accidentally hit him.

I found the right direction. I visited Wuzong Peak in the next day, maybe I could ask this person to recommend it.

Luo Changfeng said, "If Brother Li wants to ask about the sword, Luo should be with him."

Li Qinglian smiled and said, "Scholars don't like swords and swords, they just love to dance and write."

Luo Changfeng thought something was wrong and said, "Do you want to write poetry and painting?"

"I'll save you painting. Here, thousands of bottles of wine are awake for thousands of days. Each bottle of wine has a name engraved on the inner wall of the jade cup. Brother Luo and I each talk about wine, and recite a poem with each wine. This poem is not as good as we want, but

It should be related to the name of the wine you are drinking now." Li Qinglian said, then walked forward and picked a jade cup, "For example, this cup is called 'Li Bai'."

Li Qinglian was free and unrestrained, drank it all in one go, savored it carefully, closed her eyes and showed her face, and said in her mouth: "Li Bai's hundred poems of wine fighting, and she slept in a restaurant in Chang'an City."

Luo Changfeng was despicable, thinking that Brother Li's move was a violation. He quickly explored the inner wall of the jade cup, then smiled, picked up a cup of wine in a decent manner, and raised his head and cup empty: "It's a coincidence,

This cup is called the Emperor. The Emperor calls himself not to board the boat, and he claims to be an immortal in the wine."

I remember that in the Bodhi Academy, Luo Changfeng was also a scholar. Although he was not as good as Li Xingyun, Jun Zeyu read a lot of books, and at least he had eaten a few poems and songs. Even if it was not written by himself, today I will learn from the scriptures and quote the classics and use thousands of years of the world.

The talented people in later generations compete with their predecessors ten thousand years ago to compete with their poems. Even if the other party’s poems are invincible, they will not be defeated at Gaixia, right?

Luo Changfeng thought so. He didn't know that in fact, the poem that the emperor called him but did not get on the boat, claiming that he was a fairy in the winery and was also Li Qinglian. However, Li Qinglian, who was later generations, had long been removed from the list of long rivers and few remaining poems

It has also become an unknown classic.

However, in Li Qinglian's opinion, the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional, which is quite a bit like attacking the other's shield with his spear. The profound meaning is no less than a sword-questioning game, which is interesting and interesting.

He smiled slightly and looked at Luo Changfeng. He thought that this "alienager" was indeed different, so there was no need to worry about the insult of these thousand wines.

With a snap.

Li Qinglian put away the fan in her hand and held her fists and said, "Please."

Luo Changfeng gave up his orders with his collection of poems full of later generations: "Please."

This year is 360 years of the Xixi Ji.

The famous poem sword in Ye City is invincible. The most proud person in the world is to fight with others and write a hundred poems in one day.

After drinking all the bottles and waking up on a thousand days, the two of them were drunk one after another. When they woke up, time had been passing by for three years.

The unknown man in black and silver hair is said to have been led into the divine dream. When Damian woke up, he walked into the ranks of saints. Then he held a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, asking about the sword Li Qinglian...

No one knows the result of that battle, but all the people who are fortunate to witness the hundreds of poems of fighting wine and dream for three thousand days must be thrilling, just like the beautiful poems that have been passed down from generation to generation but cannot be studied...

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"I advise you to have a glass of wine, and you will have no friends when you go west to Yangguan."

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine."

"Don't be shocked by wine, sleeping heavily in spring, and gambling books will make you feel like tea. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary."

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was stormy, and the thick sleep could not eliminate the residual wine."

"The orioles sing from thousands of miles away, and the wind of wine in the mountains and rivers."

"Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls hold amber light."

"The wine sobers up at dusk, and the sky is full of wind and rain falls down the west building."

"The dust and wine marks on the clothes are mixed with wine, and the souls are gone everywhere."

"The tower is locked high after the dream, and the curtains are lowered when you wake up."

"When will a bottle of wine be heavy and detailed"

"I have no way to get drunk. Before the wine arrives, I will first cry."

"There is no trace of Guiyun, where is the early stage? It is unfamiliar with each other, and the drunkard is bleak, not like when I was a boy."

"A spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to pour. The boat sways on the river, and the curtains on the building are waved."

"I am drunk and happy again, and I forget the opportunity."

"There is no flowers and no wine to pass Qingming Festival, and the fun is as quiet as a wild monk."

"A new song of wine and a glass of wine, the weather last year was old pavilion."

"Open the public hall and talk about mulberry and hemp."

"A glass of wine for the spring breeze of peach and plum blossoms, ten years of lights for the night rain in the rivers and lakes."

"There are common places where you have alcohol debts, and life is rare in seventy years."

"The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone."

"Wine enters the sorrowful heart and turns into tears of lovesickness."

"The clouds break through the moon come and the flowers make the shadows."

"Young man should take the clouds in his mind, who would think of Youhan sitting there?"

"I wonder where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance."

"The smoke is covered with cold water, moon is covered with sand, and the night is moored by restaurants near Qinhuai."

"Singing during the day, you must drink wine, and youth can be accompanied by your companionship and return home."

"Green Ants New Wine, Red Mud Small Fireplace."

"There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten my words if I want to distinguish it."

...

The inn is called the far-distance guest. Suddenly, it is like a far-distance guest. The road on earth is narrow and the wine glass is wide.