The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 50

A golden silk silk came out across the sky, and the woman who came out barefoot was particularly immortal, lying on top of the silk silk.

"Who are you? Trespassing on my Fengming Pavilion?"

"Sister Fengjiu, I am your sister Fenghuang." Fenghuang was very excited and was about to go to hold her hand.

"Sister Fenghuang?" Feng Jiu was a little confused, "Didn't you hear that you practiced in the extreme north?"

"I'm back today, why don't you come to visit me?" Feng Huang had no choice but to withdraw his hand, a little embarrassed.But seeing Feng Jiu is still as innocent as before, I feel a little more comfortable in my heart.

"Visit? Ben Shangshen hasn't held you accountable for trespassing on the Fengming Pavilion, so you tell Benshangshen about this visit? In the past, the Shangshang God studied the rules of heaven under the name of the ancient god, and the 130th rule is Anyone who trespasses on Shangshen's mansion without notification will be punished with three hundred lashes as a show of respect, and when they visit, they will kneel three times and kowtow nine times, respectfully visiting them." Almost at the same time, Feng Jiu and Feng Huang both I saw a figure standing quietly under the mahogany tree outside Fengming Pavilion watching all this.

Fenghuang knelt down. "Sister, if you insist on doing this, sister is willing to kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to you." Fenghuang was somewhat solemn and solemn.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu was a little surprised, but also found it funny.

Suddenly remembered a past event that year.

She was still that little maid Feng Jiuniang that year.

"Oh, I'm going to be dismissed soon. People say that the wine I make is getting worse and worse. I'm so sad." Du Kang felt very sad. What he didn't expect was that he had worked in Tianting for many thousands of years. The work of brewing wine will one day be disliked.Then he left with teary eyes.Carrying his own broken flagon, that sad.

The aroma of the wine wafted all the way to Duyi Temple.Feng Jiuniang was sleeping in the Duyi Temple, and the thought of it naturally entered her nostrils.Then Feng Jiuniang with her eyes closed stopped Du Kang like a ghost in a dream.

"Stop for me, and stay to buy road wine." Du Kang hugged the broken wine stove, and looked at the pretty girl with some fear, eyes closed, a little lazy, but very persistent.

"You, are you willing to drink my wine again?" Du Kang was really moved. In this era of nothing, there are still people who are willing to drink the wine of this old fairy.

"Bring it quickly." Feng Jiuniang snatched the broken wine pot, then opened a pair of beautiful eyes, casually pinched a little fire with both hands and put it on the wine stove held by Du Kang to cook the wine.

She formed a formation with her hands, a wine-making formation.I can't see my hometown and come to dream.

A scent of intoxication wafted out.

Flowers bloomed around the wine.

Du Kang held Feng Jiuniang's hand with tears in his eyes, and cried out moved.

"Nine Niangs."

Unexpectedly, I, Du Kang, have forgotten those endless years of cultivation in the mortal world. These wines have no lovesickness, so they are tasteless and have no nostalgia.Everything becomes uninteresting, boring, unforgiving.

It turns out that the fragrance of wine should be the fragrance of love.

Du Kang seemed to understand something, as if thinking about it, as if realizing something.

The aroma of that jug of fine wine wafted far away.

Old Konghuangyue shrugged his nose and brightened his eyes. The ancient god of Zichen Palace seemed to be familiar, and the Heavenly Emperor was naturally fascinated by it.

"This pot of wine is called Fushengzui. It is half drunk, half awake and half floating. If you add water from the snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains in the extreme north, and the black ice from the depths of the Xuanbing River on Fengming Mountain in the mortal world, add a little The tears of a peony in the Hundred Flowers Realm when it became a fairy can be turned into the most beautiful tears of lovesickness. No matter whether it is in the sky or on the earth, gods or gods, or gods or immortals, after drinking it, you can suddenly understand the world and touch the realm of the five elements." The girl's brows and eyes are whirling, graceful and gentle.

"Then this wine?" Du Kang looked at the jug of fine wine with deep affection. For thousands of years, since His Highness Feng Jiu left the heaven, no one is willing to make wine and talk about fine wine with this bad old man.

"I only have one drink." Feng Jiuniang laughed, inexplicably cunning.

"Please!" Feng Jiuniang turned her head one step at a time, warning Du Kang not to slip away, slipped back to Duyi Temple, ran to Du Yi's collection room, and took out the treasured luminous cup.

"Good wine goes with a good glass." In Du Kang's painful eyes, Feng Jiuniang was half gone.You must know that although the wine gourd of the god of wine is broken, it can hold a lake of water. Who knows that the luminous cup is a magic weapon used by Taishang Tianzun when playing in the world before, and it can hold a pool of water.

Du Kang was still very cheerful, after all, he seemed to have heard the applause of Master Li Shangxian.The heavenly court pursues that the capable are above and the incompetent are below.

Carrying the broken wine jug, Du Kang went to Qingluo Hall to visit Si Li Shangxian.

"Shangxian, please allow me to show you." The white-haired Si Li Shangxian sat on the lotus seat with a solemn expression.

Du Kang was a little scared, he was an old man who loves wine brewing, when he died, the Emperor of Heaven was short of a wine brewer, so he sent a priest to come down to earth, took him to the Heavenly Palace, and became a small wine brewing official.Although he is now a 5000-year old god, he knows that he will not live for tens of thousands of years.But he was still afraid of this handsome white-haired celestial being.

Shangxian had heard that his hair was not white, but Du Kang had never seen it.I heard that I once copied the heavenly regulations 99 times in the Qingluo Temple, and after I came out, I had gray hair.

Some people also said that they knelt in the extreme north for thousands of years, and they were called Fengxue.

"Have you brewed the fine wine that the Emperor of Heaven wants?"

"Report to the immortal, no." Du Kang said tremblingly.

"Then why are you coming back? No useless people are left in the Qingluo Palace." The Immortal Si Li frowned. He hated drinking alcohol the most. He had never tasted a few drops in his life. It is very troublesome and there is no other way but to let the following people do it.

"Report to the immortal, but this old man has found good wine, do you have a taste?" Du Kang eagerly poured out the wine gourd.

Although the Li Shangxian always used a plum blossom white porcelain bowl, the fine wine poured in was so clear that it didn't look like wine, but like a bowl of clear water.

Naturally, Shangxian Si Li couldn't show his weakness in front of his subordinates and refused to drink. He picked it up immediately, sipped it slightly, and then drank it down under Du Kang's eager eyes.Deep and rich, the good wine begins to bloom on the lips and tongue, like a lovesickness flower, permeating the air.It was also in that situation that reminded him of the past 3 years.

(End of this chapter)