Nine Nether Paths

Yang Meng just started, but he didn't realize it yet. When he came back to his senses, he turned his face away in resistance.Ghost books are not required either.

The clear jade dew entered the throat, and it immediately turned into a stream of heat. Yang Meng's sluggish spirit was shocked, and a lot of cool air flowed straight to ###. Almost at the same time, Yang Meng couldn't feel the pain. .As an educated woman in the new era, Yang Meng still knows some common sense of medicine. She has never heard of such a special pain-relieving and refreshing medicine. She asked strangely, "What kind of medicine did you give me..."?

The ghost book said: "Qing Yulu, healing has miraculous effects, do you feel much better...".

Yang Meng's mouth opened, "Qing Yulu", the weird name, you think it's a martial arts novel, even a medicine is so poetic.Yang Meng nodded and said softly, "En...".

The ghost book said: "Then let's sleep for a while, after a while, we will go to Xiaoyi Town, they, I'm afraid they have been waiting for a long time...".

It was only then that Yang Meng remembered that her third uncle was still waiting for her to meet up with Ghost Book and set off together to return to her "home".

In fact, the ghost book is enough to sleep. Cultivators have little requirements for sleep. However, the man who just knew the taste of a woman just now is really reluctant to give up this white woman's body, especially this woman. His daughter-in-law, and this daughter-in-law is so beautiful.

At noon, Gui Shu and Yang Meng hadn't got up from the bed yet, Yang Meng said to Gui Shu, "I really have to get up, otherwise, it will be night when we arrive at Xiaoyi Town...".

Ghost Shuyou was not satisfied, and said, "It won't take that long, I'll walk the mountain road with you on my back, and within an hour, I'm sure I'll be able to reach the town...".

Yang Meng said helplessly: "That can't make my third uncle and the others wait so long...".

The ghost book said: "Then tell them not to wait, we will pass by ourselves...".

Yang Meng said: "However, we don't have mobile phones, telephones, or msn or Internet here, so we can't notify them."

Guishu rubbed his head, and said confusedly: "I understand mobile phones and telephones, that msn and the Internet, what are they...".

Yang Meng broke down a bit, looked at the ghost book like an idiot, and asked, "Have you never played with a computer?"

Ghost Book was taken aback and asked, "What? Computer? There is electricity in the brain, so the brain has not been turned into coke by electricity...".

During Yang Meng's petrification, this husband of his own?Yes, it should be called my husband, it really is a farmer, and the farmer is so powerful, he is a farmer among farmers, a fighting chicken among fighter jets.However, mountain villages are so remote, so what if the ghost book is not a farmer, and it is also a farmer pretending to be a ghost.

"Aww...".Howling wolves. .

"Someone is coming, you put on your clothes first, I'll go out and have a look...".The ghost book finally had to get up, the big wolf and the two wolves howled, and the howling was not intense, indicating that an acquaintance had come. Speaking of it, the two wolf kings, the big wolf and the two wolves, were also sad, and they were simply ghost books. Watchdog!

The ghost book came out of the cave, and at first glance, it was an old drunkard. This old drunkard was holding a few pieces of meat and throwing them to the big wolf and the second wolf to eat. Unexpectedly, the big wolf and the second wolf didn't appreciate it at all, and they didn't want to eat it. , and even stopped the old drunkard outside, if it wasn't for the old guy's familiarity with his master, I'm afraid the big wolf and the two wolves would have jumped on him and bit him.

The old drunkard was a little embarrassed. After all these years of getting along with these beasts, the relationship has not improved at all. They still treat themselves so viciously.The old drunkard didn't know, but he didn't know that the big wolf and the two wolves had already given him face, otherwise, they would have just swallowed it.

When the old drunkard saw the ghost book, he immediately smiled and said, "Ghost boy, there is no wine at home, come and ask for some wine...".

Ghost Book also admired the old alcoholic in his heart. According to the customs of the mountain village, he really didn't ask him for a drink for three days.I am going to travel far away, and I have lived in the mountain village for 20 years. Gui Shuzhen is still a little bit reluctant, saying: "Enough drinking, today, we will have a big drink...".

The old drunkard blushed, and said excitedly: "I want it...".When there is wine to drink, the old alcoholic gets excited.

Ghost Book glanced at the cave, and found that Yang Meng was fully dressed and was looking at herself. Although Yang Meng was dressed in the most common homespun clothes worn by rural women, it was still difficult to conceal her natural beauty, and , Yang Meng, who is a new wife, exudes the unique charm of young women.For a moment, Ghost Book lost his mind for a moment, no good, Dao heart lost.Yang Meng's face was slightly red, and for some reason, she felt a little happy in her heart.This guy actually dominated me like that. Logically, I should hate him. Why can't I hate him?

A young alcoholic or an old alcoholic didn't pay much attention to it. They spread peanuts all over the stone table, and the ghost book said to Yang Meng: "Cook some dried meat, and fry a few eggs...".

Looking at the man giving orders, Yang Meng could only obediently cook and roast meat, and cursed a little while cooking, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you".

The old drunkard looked at Yang Meng with a blushing face, and asked with a sly smile, "How about it, is this daughter-in-law good enough...".

The ghost book smiled "hehe" and said: "It's delicious enough, you still have vision. To thank you, today, I took out my private collection and let's drink together...".The old drunkard was flattered, thinking that the ghost boy had never talked to him in such a pleasant manner, and even called himself an old man. Thinking about it, it was usually called by the old drunkard and the old drunkard. Thinking about it, this daughter-in-law really made him very satisfied. Has such a great attitude.

Yang Meng listened to the disrespectful words of the old and the young, what was not tasty enough, and he was not something to eat, but in his heart he understood what the old drunkard meant, and when he thought of that embarrassing thing, his face turned even redder.

Ghost Book walked to the corner of the cave, and started to dig the soil with a shovel. After a while, he dug down half a meter. Inside, there was a ten-jin earthen wine bottle.

The ghost book opened the cover of the soil, and immediately, a scent filled the entire cave.At this time, Yang Meng also scrambled five eggs, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and the plate was full, the eggs were fragrant and the wine was fragrant, complementing each other.

The old drunkard is definitely a drunkard. When he smelled the smell, he was very surprised, and said: "Nuerhong, smelling the mellow aroma of this wine, I am afraid that it has been at least 50 years. Ghost boy, you really have such a good wine... ...".

Ghost Book poured Manman a glass for the old drunkard, and said: "You drink first, this daughter is red, but it has been more than 50 years...".

Hearing what the ghost book said, the old drunkard became even more excited. He took a sip cautiously, and immediately heaved a long sigh, and said, "It's strong and strong. This wine is probably at least 80 years old...".

Ghost Book filled himself a large glass, and then drank it all in one gulp without blinking, saying: "This wine is not only 80 years old, it is a real century-old wine... the centuries-old daughter red, this taste is really delicious That's right enough...".

The old drunkard said sadly: "Ghost boy, the century-old daughter is red, this is, why do you drink so much, you should taste it carefully to know the true taste...".

The ghost book let out a "huh" and said: "Old drunkard, when did you drink alcohol that was not a good drink, what's going on today, after a hundred years of wine, you are going to drink like a little girl...".

The old alcoholic continued to lament: "What I drink on weekdays is only low-quality wine on the market. I drink that kind of wine with a strong spirit. If the inferior wine is above the century-old wine, I drink it with a mood...".

Ghost Book laughed loudly: "What a mood, for the sake of the old drunkard's words, it should be understood...".After finishing speaking, Ghost Book gurgled and downed another big glass, which made the old drunkard heartbroken.