Xianlu

Chapter 106 Drinking and sharing meals
The surrounding light became brighter, and white clouds of smoke flowed in mid-air, soaked by the exuberant moonlight, like condensed milk.

Xu Dao and other Taoist disciples sat upright among the clouds, looking at the "captured" bright moon in front of them, imagining it as a screen, their eyes shook slightly.

"Picking the stars and taking the moon! Are you a fairy?" Many people had thoughts in their minds.

Some people gradually felt uncomfortable, thinking that it is impossible for the three Taoists to have such great magic power and methods, but they stared at the Zhangda Moon, which was close at hand, but they couldn't see any flaws at all.

Only Xu Dao, the first time he saw the fat Taoist "picking the stars and taking the moon", immediately thought in his mind: "Illusion?"

Looking at the scene surrounded by immortal energy, Xu Dao kept a low profile, neither made any outrageous actions, nor put on a noble and self-sufficient appearance, but secretly operated spells to keep his spiritual altar clean.

The Five Ways of Pure Mind and Calm Qi were cast, and Xu Dao soon entered a state of clarity where he could not think of a single thought. He looked at everything in front of him, and his eyes suddenly became extremely clear, and he saw many things that others could not see.

Xu Dao's eyes widened, and he stared at the three Taoist priests on the field motionlessly, just like the dull Taoist priests around him.

"Good good good good! Good scenery!" A Taoist priest called out, full of praise for the scene of the moon falling on the sidelines in front of him.

The five Taoist priests in all directions also shook their heads, and shouted: "All chefs have great magic power!"

"Hahaha!" Hearing the compliments from the surrounding people, the fat Taoist showed a smile on his face. He touched his belly and smiled without saying a word.

At this time, the Taoist, who was neither fat nor thin, said in a muffled voice, "How can there be no wine in the moon?"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and opened his mouth to spit out two ox horn cups. He took one by himself, then picked up the other with the other hand, and threw it towards the Taoist beside him.

Buzz!The ox-horn cup trembled in mid-air, split into two abruptly, and then into four. Three of them were revived and landed in front of the seven Taoist priests, each with a cup.

Xu Dao also noticed that the cups in front of the four Taoist priests, including Gongyang and Linghu, were half a foot in size, which was just suitable for their body size.

"Moo!" Before everyone could react, Liu Duguan's tongue burst into thunder again, and he shouted, "Come on wine!"

Sisi!Strips of golden silk threads fell from the sky and landed in the wine cups in front of the eight Taoist priests. In the blink of an eye, the fluid accumulated and turned into amber, releasing the mellow aroma of fine wine.

The aroma of the wine was moving, and other Taoist priests called out on the spot: "Di Liuzhi! Good!"

A group of Taoists cupped their hands and saluted Liu Duguan, expressing their gratitude.

And the sixty or so Taoist disciples next to them heard their conversation, and they all exclaimed in low voices: "Di Liujiang!"

"But the essence of the moonlight, the cultivation elixir emperor oozes?"

When Xu Dao heard this word, he couldn't help raising his eyes slightly.

There was once a miscellaneous book recorded: "Gengshen Yeyuehua, in which there is Emperor Flowing Jelly, which is shaped like countless olives and ten thousand golden threads, running through it, hanging down the world, and the vegetation can become a demon after receiving its essence." .”

This is the essence of Yuehua, which is rare in the world, and it is not comparable to ordinary Yuehua. If you get it, you can refine the evil spirit and evolve into a demon.

If Xu Dao could obtain a cup of emperor fluid liquid when he was in the realm of fetal breath, and refine it into the Yinshen, he could directly use the medicinal effect to step into the realm of Qi refining, instead of bothering to practice spells and condense the talisman seeds.

The eight horn cups were gurgling to fill, and the Taoist priests shouted in unison: "Drinking wins!"

Immediately, the moonlight was bright and clear, the smoke and clouds were pure white, and the breeze was floating. A group of Taoist priests raised their cups and raised their glasses, laughing endlessly.

At some point in time, a low round table appeared in front of the three Taoist priests. There were also plates and chopsticks on the table, but there were no dishes, fruits and vegetables,

Among them, another Taoist said: "There are beautiful scenery on a good day, good wine and beautiful women, but today there is only a lack of beautiful women."

It was the skinny Taoist priest among the three Taoist priests, and they were all talking.

He lifted his sleeve, stretched out his finger, pointed to the bright moon in front of him, and said, "Why don't you call Chang'e?"

The other two Taoist priests all nodded their heads when they heard the words, and agreed in their mouths: "Drinking is lonely, and there is a shortage of singing and dancing. They all said to call him quickly!"

"Yes!" The Taoist priest heard it and nodded in agreement. He immediately picked up a pair of chopsticks on the dining table and threw them into the big white moon.

Whizzing!Two chopsticks flew out, and under the watchful eyes of the Taoists, they turned into two command arrows with strange and profound runes engraved on them.

Let the arrow go into the moon, only to hear a word from the Taoist priest: "Chi! Chang'e come quickly, and dance with us as partners!"

As soon as the words fell, two graceful women in fairy clothes floated from the moon and landed on the round table in front of the three Taoist priests.

"Chang'e of the Moon Palace!" another Taoist whispered.

Xu Dao and the others looked over, and could vaguely see the slight sadness on the faces of the two women, as if they were mourning for being detained to dance, or complaining for the quiet life in the moon palace.

The two Chang'e danced and sang, with bare feet and fair skin, slender figure, perfect crescent eyebrows, dancing "Neon Clothes Dance" gracefully, singing in their mouths: "I am immortal, but I am still in Guanghan!"

Its sound is clear and clear, as strong as the sound of a flute, passionate and sad.

Hearing it in the ears of the surrounding Taoists made everyone dazzled and blushed.

Singing and dancing, the eight Taoist priests drank and had fun, like gods and gods.

At this time, few Taoists suspected that the scene in front of them was an illusion, and they were all immersed in the fairy dance of the gods. Their eyes were filled with longing, and they all hoped that they could also sit among them, drink the emperor's juice, and call Chang'e to dance.

Only Xu Dao was the only one whose eyes were still clear, but he also lowered his head to cover up his eyes, and on the surface he acted like a lost soul, and he was also fascinated by the fairy scene in front of him.

The Taoist priests were drinking and enjoying themselves, when someone suddenly said: "The boys in the hall are greedy, why don't you give me the moon wine and put Chang'e down?"

"Yes!" the Dudao priest heard, and threw down the cup in his hand.

The ox horn cup fell into the clouds, bounced up, and turned into 67 cups inadvertently, and floated to the Taoist disciples, one for each.

At the same time, there is also a golden thread hanging down from the sky, like a fishhook and fishing line, slowly dropping amber wine.

"Thank you Sandu!"

"Thank you, Daoist!"

A burst of shouts sounded, and immediately some Taoists held the cups in front of them, or cupped their hands, or bowed their heads in thanks.

And another Chang'e jumped off the round table of the Taoists, danced in the air, swayed and walked among the 67 Taoists, with a brisk manner, and held the cups, so that the Taoists quickly drank from the cups wine.

Gulu Gulu, there was a sound of throat thumping at the scene, and many Taoists drank the wine in the cup, their eyes glowed yellow, their bodies were transpired, and they looked like they were greatly inflated.

What surprised the Taoists even more was that the wine in the horn cup was gurgling continuously, and every time you took a sip, the moonlight continued to fall from the top, turning into wine to fill the vacancy.

The Taoist disciples drank heavily again and again, and poured what seemed to be Emperor's liquid into their mouths.

But Xu Dao was holding the cup at this time, but he didn't directly pour it into his mouth.He lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and he was racking his brains, thinking about how to get rid of the wine in the glass.

The dancing Chang'e rushed to Xu Dao, and the other party rushed towards Xu Dao, smiling at Yanyan, her eyes met Xu Dao's, she stretched out her smooth and white arms, as if she wanted to serve Xu Dao to drink.

Seeing Chang'e, Xu Dao was quick to think, he suddenly stretched out his body, bold enough to pull Chang'e.

bang!Chang'e retracted her arms in time, turned her body, and floated to the other side of Xu Dao.As for Xu Dao, his body fell and his clothes were all messed up.

Such a scene did not attract the attention of the Taoist priests, because after the banquet began, the surrounding Taoist priests began to relax.

There were those who sang and sang, trying to attract the attention of the Taoist priests, those who closed their eyes to refine their energy, and quickly digested the wine, and some whispered and chattered constantly.

Xu Dao's bold behavior only attracted the attention of the surrounding Taoists. They looked at Xu Dao with a smile and said:

"Chang'e is empty, fellow Taoists are hot, so a perfect match!"

Chang'e, one refers to the fairies and dancers in the Moon Palace, and the other is the name of a god.

Its god has a legend about stealing the elixir and throwing her husband to the moon. It is said that after flying to the moon, she stays in the cold palace alone, silent and uninhabited.

When Xu Dao fell, the Taoist robe on his body was slightly messy and wrinkled, and the hairpin on the top fell off somehow, almost falling below the clouds.

Fortunately, he reached out in time and grabbed the hairpin.

What made the surrounding Taoists chuckle even more was that even though Xu Dao fell down and his hair was disheveled, he held the wine glass firmly in his left hand without spilling a drop of wine.

Xu Dao had his hair draped over his head. He bowed his body, grabbed the hairpin with one hand, and held the wine glass with both hands. He covered his sleeves and poured his head up. He drank the wine in the glass, as if he was afraid that if he was too late, the contents of the glass would run away. Lost.

Seeing this, Chang'e, who was wandering beside him, turned around again and floated in the field again, looking for the next person who hadn't drunk, and began to persuade him to drink.

No one knows whether the Dao Discussion Conference will be held or not. Perhaps the Immortal Banquet in front of us is the Dao Discussion Conference.

There is wine, there is moon, there are dances, Taoist priests on the top are pushing cups and raising cups, talking about the past and the present;

Xu Dao sat alone in the middle, just with his head sullen, pouring down the wine in his glass with his sleeves covered.

If there were still people with clear eyesight at the scene, they might be able to see that Xu Dao would pour the wine on the hairpin in his hand every time he drank.

In fact, Xu Dao didn't drink half of the contents of the cup, but poured all the wine into the gnats and let the worms share and eat.

Fortunately, there were many and mixed people at the scene. Although the Taoist priests kept peeping at the field, they didn't just focus on Xu Dao alone, so no one noticed him.

Suddenly another Taoist said with a smile: "Tch! The boys are too strong to drink, and there is so much noise. How about I go to the Moon Palace and drink to my heart's content?"

"Yes!" The other Taoists also nodded.

As soon as the three of them finished speaking, the cloud of smoke they sat on rolled, carrying them and the round table up into the sky, heading straight for the bright moon that was ten feet tall.

When the Taoists looked at the three of them, they found that they were already sitting cross-legged in the moon, their hair and clothes were all clearly visible, just like the figures that appeared in the mirror when people looked in the mirror.

Such a scene once again showed that the three of them had extraordinary means, which made many Taoists yearn for it.

There were constant voices at the scene, and some people sang songs to the moon loudly, and chanted limerick poems in their mouths to express their admiration for the three Taoist priests.

"Lend me a glass of wine, and I would like to be a cow for you. Take me out of Hangu, and you will be promoted to immortals together!"

"The priests are really gods and immortals!"

Xu Dao fell into it, and he looked up repeatedly, his eyes were sleepy and misty, and he was yearning for it.

The 67 Taoists, without exception, all reveled.

But beside them, the gazes cast by the five priests were full of indifference and sarcasm.

It may be that the Taoist priests have lost their minds and lost their minds in the drink. Suddenly, a Taoist priest who is the head of the house made a sound and muttered:

"This Raoshizi Emperor's ointment is becoming more and more tasteless. It is still strong enough a few times in the past, but this year it has faded away."

After saying this, Mr. Corpse's voice sounded next to him: "Usually, the medicine is too strong, and the disciples will get drunk as soon as they drink it, but it will lose the effect of confusing. This year's is just right."

Listening to the chitchat of the head priests, Xu Dao couldn't help but tremble while holding the wine glass.But the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he even made a more intoxicated look by trembling.

In the dark, Xu Dao held the scorpion flag in his hand and the breath-holding jade hook in his sleeve more tightly, and the five pure-hearted talismans in his mind were also buzzing and spinning continuously, shining brightly persistently.

It can be seen that in Xu Dao's eyes, the surroundings are not any fairy scene, but the gloomy wind, a look of howling ghosts and wolves.

The Taoists rose in mid-air, and what sat under them was not white fairy clouds like condensed milk, but black air, which looked ghostly and gloomy.

Chang'e, who was dancing among the crowd, was not some Guanghan fairy, but a ghost with a sluggish appearance and a flimsy body that was captured by Taoist priests.

Judging by the attire and appearance on his body, he still looks like a man, with a squinting mouth and crooked eyes.

As for the moon picked by the Taoist priest, it is not the moon, its skin is the same as the white paper, it is made of paper, it is just a big lantern, and the lamp is lit inside with magic.

And the three humanoid Taoist priests sat cross-legged in the paper moon, sitting around the round table, staring greedily at the drunken Taoist priests below.

One of them was holding chopsticks, and seemed to be a little anxious to knock on the table, calling out: "Is it edible, is it edible?"

Another person said: "It hasn't been marinated yet, let's wait."

When the person who knocked on the table heard it, he sighed and said:

"I heard that there is a great power who set up a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, and a stone mill in an oil pan. Use a mountain of knives to remove bones, burn them in a sea of ​​fire, fry them in an oil pan, and grind them into powder with a stone mill. This kind of feeding, cooking and eating, from the body to the soul, is properly arranged, and the guests are invited to eat as they please, so how can they cause trouble like us... Such a method seems to be called the [-]th floor of hell."

Another Taoist laughed and said, "Don't you hear the difference between chickens raised in cages and free-range chickens?"

"Although we don't have that kind of means, the strength and taste of the group of Taoists in front of us must be extraordinary in their struggle to survive in the Black Mountain."

Hearing the answer, the person knocking on the table paused and returned:
"That's right, you don't have to worry about being late for a good meal!"

(End of this chapter)