Reverend Insanity

About a hundred years ago, there was a genius character in the Ancient Moon family.

He is talented, or youth, has already cultivated to the point of Rank 5 Gu Master, and there is a further possibility. Famous for the Silvergrass Mountain, the scenery is infinite, and the clansman is pinning hope and responsibility.

He is the fourth generation of Patriarch in the history of Ancient Moon Clan.

It is a pity that the four generations of Patriarch are protecting the clansman, and the battle is also the Wanderer Monk Flower Wine of the Rank 5 Gu Master. Although after a big fierce battle, he defeated Wanderer Monk Flower Wine and let the devil plead for mercy.

But in the end, the four generations of Patriarch were accidentally attacked by Wanderer Monk Flower Wine.

Four generations roared Wanderer Monk Flower Wine, but they were also seriously injured and died young.

This tragic story has been passed down to the present and is widely known as the Ancient Moon Clan.

But Fang Yuan understands that this story cannot be trusted. Because it has a huge loophole in itself.

One month after the previous life, a Gu Master who was drunk because of his love affair, drunk and lying outside the village, the result was a scent of wine, accidentally attracted a Wine Insect.

Gu Master chased the Wine Insect, found the remains of Wanderer Monk Flower Wine in an underground cave, and the heritage of Wanderer Monk Flower Wine.

Gu Master rushed back to the family and slammed the matter, causing a huge stir.

After the storm gradually subsided, he also benefited. The wineed wine Insect, the cultivation base was raised, and his girlfriend was abandoned, but he pursued him. This made him become the influential figure in the village.

The first generation of the story is passed first generation, and it is normal to go. But in Fang Yuan’s memory, the Gu Master’s claim that lost heritage is extremely authentic, but he also suspects that other truths may be hidden.

“I didn’t notice it before, but these days I explored and analyzed and found that this incident is not awkward.” The night is getting thicker, Fang Yuan walks in the bamboo forest around the village, and my heart is reviewing and integrating all the known clues. .

“Let’s think about it, suppose I am the Gu Master, and discover the lost heritage of Wanderer Monk Flower Wine. Why don’t you alone swallow the family? Instead of mentioning the family’s sense of honor, people are greedy. What prompted the Gu Master to violate the desires in the vest, and willingly abandon all the interests and tell the story to the top of the family?”

The truth is always hidden in the fog of history, and Fang Yuan is thinking hard and has no results.

After all, there are too few clues. The only two clues are true and false, and they cannot be fully believed.

Fang Yuan can’t help but think of himself: “No matter what, after buying this green Bamboo Wine, I have only two primeval stones left. If you can’t find the lost heritage, you can be in trouble. Today Take it, it’s worth all on one throw!”

However, he himself does not have enough to refine Gu insect and primeval stones. Instead of investing in this wine, increase the success rate of this trip.

If you change to someone else, most of them will step by step primeval stones.

But this move is too inefficient for Fang Yuan. He would rather take the risk and fight.

People in Demonic Path always like to take risks.

now.

The night is getting thicker and the spring is like a bow.

The clouds obscured the moonlight as if it were a layer of muslin on the crescent.

Because of the heavy rain that lasted three days and three nights, the turbidity of the mountains was washed clean, leaving only the purest freshness.

This kind of fresh air is pure like a piece of white paper, which is more conducive to the spread of wine. This is one of the reasons why Fang Yuan is confident enough tonight.

“There is no exploration in this area.” He went to a bamboo forest and stopped.

The first seven days of exploration are not without gain. At least it proved that Wanderer Monk Flower Wine did not die in those places.

This is the second reason for Fang Yuan’s confidence.

In the bamboo forest, the grass is fragrant, the white flowers are long, and the green spears are quite straight, such as roots and jade.

Fang Yuan patted the mud of the small jar, and suddenly a burst of rich wine scented.

Green Bamboo Wine is arguably the first wine in the Ancient Moon Village. This is the third reason why Fang Yuan is confident enough tonight.

“There are three reasons for this. If you want to succeed, you must be tonight!” Fang Yuan sighed in his heart while slowly tilting the jar, pouring a small green Bamboo Wine and dropping it on the stone.

If those few hunters see this scene, they must have a heartache broken. This wine can be worth two primevalals…

But Fang Yuan is indifferent.

The mellow wine quickly spreads out. In the night, the breeze is gentle, the fragrance is floating, and the bamboo forest is soaked.

Fang Yuan stood in the same place, smelling the wine, waiting for a moment, but no movement.

I only heard a nightingale bird, screaming not far away, and the sound was like a silver bell.

His eyes were quiet and not unexpected. He moved away and turned to the next place outside the weekly hundred meters.

Here, he did the same, and poured out a bottle of wine, standing in the same place waiting for a moment.

So many times and five times, I turned a few places and poured a few times. The Green Bamboo Wine in the jar is almost empty.

“The last time.” Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, and turned the jar in his hands completely. The bottom of the altar was turned to the sky, and only the remaining one was dumped.

The wine was sprinkled in the grass, the grass swayed, the wild flowers wet the wine, and the head fell slightly.

Fang Yuan stood in the same place, staring at the surroundings with the last hope.

The night is deep.

A rich cloud cape obscures the moonlight here.

The shadow darkness is like a curtain covering the bamboo forest.

All around Silent and silent, a green spear bamboo stand alone, leaving a path of straight up and down silhouette in Fang Yuan’s eyelids.

He stood still in silence, listening to his extremely clear breathing, and then feeling the remaining hope in his chest, constantly passing, empty.

“Is it still a failure?” he muttered. “The three major advantages of the night are accumulated together, and there is no success. I can’t find the shadow of Wine Insect. This means that the success rate will be lower in the future. I have only one body left. The next two primeval stones, and also the Moonlight Gu. You can’t take any more risks.”

The result of the adventure is often not ideal. But once it is the ideal result, the benefits must be considerable.

Fang Yuan likes to take risks, but he doesn’t gamble. He is not the kind of gambler who wants to turn the book.

He has his own bottom line and he knows his own money.

Now, five hundred years of life experience, tell him that it is time to stop.

Sometimes, life is like this, often there is such a goal, it is so beautiful, full of temptation. It seems to be close at hand, but it takes a lot of trouble, but it never reaches it. Let people turn to the forwarding side, think and convince.

“This is the helplessness of life, and the charm of life.” Fang Yuan shook his head in a wry smile and turned away.

Just at this time.

A gust of wind blew, like a gentle arm, gently swaying the clouds in the night sky.

The clouds floated past, revealing the shaded crescent.

The crescent bends and hangs in the sky, like a white jade, pouring down the clear moonlight.

The moonlight is poured into the bamboo forest of Silvergrass, poured on the rock, poured into the stream and spread on the Fang Yuan’s body.

Fang Yuan wore a plain dress, and the young face was whiter under the soft touch of the moonlight.

The darkness seemed to have faded in an instant, and it was replaced by the snowy frost of the land.

It seems that it was infected by the moonlight, and the nightingale of the sound began to re-tweet. This time is more than one, but there are only a few, scattered in this bamboo forest, one after another.

At the same time, a dragon who lives in the mountains and activities under the moonlight also sings the song of life.

They came out at night, and the red light insects were scattered on their bodies. At this moment, they jumped in groups, and each and every one flashed a red agate.

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In the bamboo forest, if the water is empty, the green spear bamboo of the jasper shines in the moonlight, flashing the brilliance of the jade.

Every cloud has a silver lining, at this moment, nature shows her beautiful beauty to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan unconsciously stopped and felt like Immortal Realm.

He had already turned and left, but at this moment subconsciously turned and looked again.

The wildflowers that dumped the Green Bamboo Wine water trembled in the wind, still empty.

Fang Yuan laughed and laughed back.

however.

I don’t want to be in the process of raising my eyes, he saw a little white snow shadow.

This snow shadow is attached to a green spear bamboo pole not far away, in the moonlight, like a round pearl hanging.

Fang Yuan’s eyes were suddenly expanded, and the body trembled slightly, and the heart suddenly moved, and the more quickly it jumped.

It is Wine Insect!