Tripod Reverses the Heaven

The ancient wind was stunned, and then his heart filled with unspeakable emotion, and quickly bowed to the hall.

After three obeisances, he saw the voice of the God of wine coming out from inside, and the way of the God of wine“ Go ahead. There are two jars of wine with a history of 100000 years. The rest are more than 20000 years old, which is enough for you to entertain today's distinguished guests! "

"100000 years? Two jars? "

Gu Feng was stunned, then showed the color of ecstasy, and his heart was moved.

He can remember clearly that there are only eight jars of wine god of 100000 years. Last time he stole wine, he directly ruined one jar, and now he gives himself two jars. Doesn't that mean that there are only five jars left?

"Thank you, Dionysian!"

Gu Feng quickly worshipped again. Then he put away the wine on the ground, played the attached snow piano, and went straight to the peach blossom forest in the back mountain.

Today's peach blossom forest is particularly lively. Even if the ancient wind has not arrived, those people have reveled on their own.

The arrival of the two of the ancient wind solidified the scene on the spot. Those old friends of the ancient wind all stopped their eyes on Fu Xueqin.

King Xiang looked puzzled and said, "eh? Wood king looks a little wrong today? "

"Yes, I also feel something wrong. It seems that... There is a lack of domineering spirit of sacrificing myself. It seems that I am a lot younger?"

The little monk also came forward and turned around the ancient wind for several times. He just didn't recognize that it was not mu Qingqing.

The ancient wind smiled and said nothing, and the attached Xueqin was silent.

After a while, qingtianpeng came up. After turning around the ancient wind for several times, he said, "no, you are not Qingqing. In addition to your appearance, you are too far from MuQing, the wood King we are familiar with!"

This conclusion was recognized by most people. Everyone nodded one after another, indicating that qingtianpeng was right.

The old wind looked up and smiled: "hahaha, I'm bored. I just played a little joke with you. Her name is Fu Xueqin...... "

Gu Feng briefly introduced to everyone how Fu Xueqin came from. Everyone stared and sighed that Gu Feng had good luck.

Suddenly, I saw the empty little monk laughing and joking: "I said ancient style, since you don't want to eat this girl, you just let her out. You don't want to eat, but someone wants to eat very much. You know, this girl looks so similar to Mu Qingqing. Holding her definitely feels like holding Mu Qingqing... "

Bang!

Without exception, Gu Feng kicked the past and almost kicked the empty little monk out.

Gu Feng smiled and scolded, "you dead thief bald, what else do you want? Six roots are not clean. Do you still want to become a Buddha? Otherwise, for the sake of our friendship for many years, I have to send you to the Buddha. Shit, how dare you miss my sister Qing just because you are dead bald? If she had heard what she said just now, she would have pulled out your dog's tongue! "

Clapped his hands, the ancient style seemed to have done a trivial thing, which made people laugh.

Then, qingtianpeng came forward and said to Gu Feng very seriously, "this dead bald man dares to speak foul language to Qingqing. He simply doesn't know how to write the word 'death'? Why don't I pull out his tongue for you? "

"No, I think it's better to abolish his brother-in-law's six gold bodies directly!"

Lingxiao broke in and was so frightened that the empty little monk shrunk his neck. The reason why he will stand up at this time is that he has been looking for opportunities to rectify emptiness. After all, the origin of their festival has been deep, which has been nearly a hundred years.

He clapped his hands and shouted, "I agree. It's hard for everyone to get together today. We have to have some fun, don't we? Why don't we have a competition and let the dead thief be the challenge leader. Anyone who beats him down can get the old wine here. If anyone can't fight, I'm sorry. I don't have any wine today. How about it? "

"Good, good, good, that's a good idea. I agree!"

King Xiang shouted and made the little monk's face black on the spot.

Then he saw ziling'er clapping his hands and said, "that's a wonderful idea. The dead bald Buddha is not like a Buddha and the devil is not like a devil. It should be cleaned up like this. Therefore, I am in favor of setting up a challenge arena. Whoever wants to drink, beat him first. "

With that, Zi linger looked at Yan Yan and Zi Xiahan around her. Zixiahan still has a face and doesn't say anything. Yan Yan smiled and said nothing. Only Shi Erni and Gu Xinya cheered.

The atmosphere was warm, and the ancient style naturally didn't want to spoil everyone's elegance. So he clapped his hands and said, "OK, that's it. If anyone loses the war, the dead thief is bald and will be rewarded with two kilograms of wine. On the contrary, if a bald man wins a game, he will also win two kilograms. If he wins more, he will win more. I'll be the boss! "

"Two catties? I said antique, you want to send us away with two Jin of wine? It's not like your character? "

As soon as the archaic words fell, King Xiang took the words and immediately aroused everyone's sympathy.

However, Fu Xueqin, who looked like Mu Qingqing, said with a smile at this time: "don't look at these two kilograms of wine. It's an old wine hoarded by the God of wine for 100000 years. The ancient style also begged for 20 kilograms. The ancient style has no privacy at all. It's all brought at once. Don't misunderstand him. "

"What? A hundred thousand years old? Twenty pounds? "

Everyone was dumbfounded and moved. Even zixiahan, who had been straight faced, looked at the ancient wind. Even the empty little monk's eyes widened. It seems that he can't wait to get the old wine in Gufeng's hand.

However, the ancient wind looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "hahaha, yes, I have 20 kg of 100000 year old wine in my hand. If any of you can beat the dead bald man, you can get 2 kg!"

"It's too troublesome to play one game at a time. In my opinion, we'll just rush forward and cripple the dead bald head. Why come one game at a time? A waste of time. "

It was ziling'er who said this. Her words were recognized by most people, and only made the empty little monk look black.

He quickly stopped and shouted, "don't mess around. At least we've been friends for many years. How can we treat me like this?" Looking back, he shouted at the ancient wind: "ancient wind, you can't be so ruthless. At least I care about you, so I came here. For your safety, I waited outside the Guiyun hall for three days. Not only do you not appreciate me, but you have to turn around and deal with me. Are you a little immoral? "

No way, if you say one by one, emptiness can beat several people. If they rush forward, he will only be beaten passively. He can't even drink a mouthful of wine.