Song of Adolescence

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se just kept silent, sitting face to face, Sang Luo, Xinfeng, Zhuyu, Songmao, Changan, Tusu, Yuanzheng, Osmanthus, Du Kang, Songhua, Shengwen, Prajna, drinking one by one. , The amount of alcohol for both of them is amazing, neither is drunk.

"Originally, we guessed that you could be on the twelve floors, so we ordered twelve drinks." Xiao Se finally spoke when he drank the last prajna wine.

"We?" Lei Wujie was taken aback for a moment, "Who else?"

"I." A lazily voice remembered. Lei Wujie heard about his reputation, but saw a man in a blue shirt, hair and a moustache coming over lazily.

"Your brother?" Lei Wujie thought for a moment.

The man with the moustache yawned and opened his mouth slightly, and the last prajna was directly inhaled by him.

Lei Wujie was stunned. He had heard of the skill of fetching objects in the air, but he had never seen the ability to drink alcohol in the air.

"The wine is ready?" Xiao Se asked.

The man smiled and shook his head, walked over to the two of them and sat down: "It's not even that moonlight."

"Dare to ask what is this..." Lei Wujie knew that there was another master in front of him, and his tone was a little more respectful.

"The owner of this wine shop." The man squinted his eyes slightly, "This kind of wine is so powerful that I feel a little sleepy."

Wine shop owner? But the amount of alcohol is so bad. Lei Wujie was a little puzzled, but did not ask. There was no wine in front of him, Xiao Se played with a wine glass, and looked at the man interestingly: "These twelve wines, to be honest, are the world's best products. I have drunk the tower building in the city of Apocalypse, which is known as the best autumn in the world. Lubai is just as good as these. You make these wines?"

The man seemed to be a little drunk, and narrowed his eyes: "That's natural."

"Feng Huaxue Yue, better than these?" Xiao Se also narrowed his eyes.

"Youruotiancheng." The man closed his eyes and sniffed intoxicatedly.

Lei Wujie, who was incomprehensible, shook his head: "I still think the old trough of Xueluoshanzhuang is better."

The man opened his eyes: "Xueluo Mountain Villa?"

Xiao Se put the wine glass on the table with no weight or weight: "Don't flatter, just remember to pay the money back for the wine."

"But it's still not the best." The man said suddenly.

"Oh?" Xiao Se was interested, "what's better?"

"Meng Po Tang." The man said every word.

"Meng Po soup?" Lei Wujie frowned, "Isn't that something that people only drink when they get down?" As Lei Wujie said, Meng Po soup is a kind of soup that often appears in ghost stories and can be forgotten. All the troubles, all the tea soup of love, hatred, and hatred, it is said that when a person becomes a dead soul, walks over the Naihe Bridge, and casts into the afterlife, it will be held in the hands of Po Meng, quietly waiting for you to drink it. Life is alive, so painful and difficult, this bowl is a kind of relief, a complete break with the previous life.

"Yes, Meng Po soup, just drink a cup, and you will forget all the things that happened in the past. When you wake up, you will have a new life. How great. But I have not been able to make it." The lower, as if completely drunk, he fell asleep on the table.

Xiao Se heard the melancholy in the man's words, stood up, and walked to the door of the wine shop. The two people drank twelve cups of wine from dusk until late at night. When Xiao Se walked out the door, the moon had already risen, and Xiao Se was in a daze with the cold moonlight. Lei Wujie also walked out the door, sat on the doorstep, looked at the Dengtian Pavilion in the distance, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Se, was your previous home in Tianqi City?"

Xiao Se was stunned for a moment: "Why do you suddenly ask?"

"I always hear you mention Apocalypse, and I feel like you have lived there for a long time." Lei Wujie said slowly.

"It's just a place where I have lived." Xiao Se put his arms in his sleeves and looked into the distance, "I don't have a home."

The two people didn't speak any more and just stood like this. I don’t know how long I’ve been standing, a cool breeze has blown, Xiao Se suddenly feels a bit of cold, thinking that the boss may have really fallen asleep, and the wonderful Feng Hua Xueyue tonight is afraid that I can’t drink it, and sighed: "Lei Wujie, let's go."

Lei Wujie responded, but turned sideways, only to find that the wine shop owner wearing a green shirt had woken up. He stood up, with a faint smile on his mouth: "A drunk year tonight. This wine has already become."

The man turned and walked towards the backyard. Xiao Se and Lei Wujie looked at each other and followed. When the two entered the backyard, they saw the man standing in the middle of the yard. There were many large and small wine jars in the yard, and a small wine jar was placed on the table, with a camellia floating above the wine jar.

"Since the wine is ready, I beg for a drink." Xiao Se said.

"Don't worry." The man smiled and waved his hand gently, pulling out the whole wine in the jar. The man leaped onto the roof with the drink, and waved his hand lightly. The drink was pulled long, as beautiful as the white dancing sleeves of a palace man. The wine was shining with moonlight, and it looked like that little galaxy.

The man waved his hand gently, closed his eyes, and started dancing on the roof.

"If you want to dream of Qingxu Guizi, a cup of dirty wine is invited to the sky. Who loves tonight moon, also goes upstairs to get Yuxiao."

After the man finished reciting the poem aloud, he closed his green sleeves, stopped dancing, and gently pointed his hand, the wine flew back into the wine jar. The man leaped down, holding the camellia that fell from the drink in his left hand, took the wine glass in his right hand, and scooped a bowl. With a light wave of his hand, it landed on Xiao Se's hand and took another scoop. The bowl fell on Lei Wujie's hand.

"Drink, this is the best wind and snow." The man is no longer that lazy, his eyes are shining.

Xiao Se raised his head for a drink before Lei Wujie, and fell silent after putting down the glass.

"How is it?" the man asked.

"Shuliang is like the wind, soft as a flower, silence like snow, and melancholy like a moon." Xiao Se murmured.

"Good wine can be tasted blindly, Qiu Lubai of Diaolou Xiaozhu claims to be able to taste three flavors. Can my wine taste four flavors?" The man's tone was a little proud.

"There are hundreds of flavors in the world." Xiao Se said lightly, and suddenly jumped onto the roof, sat down towards the north, and looked at the bright moon in the sky. After a long time, he slowly said, "Yes, my home is in Apocalypse City. . One day, I will go back."

Lei Wujie looked at the bleak, who was sitting with his back to him and facing north, and became a little strange in an instant. He smiled and said: "Silent as snow, melancholy as the moon. I don't like this kind of wine. . I like the kind of wine that is as blazing as fire."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Se, who was sitting on the roof hurting Qiu Sadyue, paid him a little attention: "I know, the old trough in Xueluo Villa is burning."

"You still understand me." Lei Wujie raised his head and drank the glass of wine in one sip, but the glass of wine was not as soft as Xiao Se said. Lei Wujie only felt that the wine was as warm as a burning knife. He felt The whole person burned up as if being lit by a fire in an instant, his body was steaming hot, his eyes turned red in an instant, and the fire technique was uncontrollably carried away. Lei Wujie wiped off his profuse sweat, panting heavily, and looked at the wine-making man: "How could this be?"

The man was not surprised. He just poured another bowl of wine and slowly said, "I give you a promise that you will be able to go to the first floor of the Dengtian Pavilion every time you drink. What do you think?"

Lei Wujie did not have the strength to deal with him. He contended with the heat surging in his body. After a full incense stick, the heat gradually dissipated. He opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. He felt an unspeakable comfort throughout his body. He naturally understood what changes had taken place in his body just after that cup. He looked at the man, his eyes full of shock: "Who are you? What wine is it?"

"I am the owner of a wine shop, this is my love. I only ask you if you want to drink this second glass." The man shook the glass in his hand.

Lei Wujie didn't speak any more. He grabbed the wine glass and drank it again. It was just that the wine had just fallen off, and he couldn't help but roar. There were twelve in the backyard except the wine jar with Fenghuaxueyue. The wine jar burst instantly, the wine flowed out, and the whole courtyard was filled with a strong aroma of wine. Xiao Se turned a deaf ear to the changes under the eaves, still looking at the north far away, without looking back.

"You should be able to reach the fourteenth floor now. Do you dare to drink this third cup?" With a wave of the man's sleeve, another bowl of wine fell in front of Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie didn't pick it up with his hands. At this moment, his pupils were fiery red, and the muscles all over his body were knotted. He actually learned what the man did just now. He sucked hard and sucked the bowl of wine into his mouth.

"Okay." The man smiled slightly and exclaimed.

Lei Wujie sat down hard, and the wine pouring from the wine tank instantly turned into steam within three feet of him. The man in the green shirt also seemed to feel a bit of heat, and he took the wine jar and took a step back slightly: "The fourth cup, would you like to drink it?

Lei Wujie did not speak, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"This glass, you will definitely die if you drink it." The man held the wine jar with one hand and tapped lightly with the other.

Lei Wujie didn't let go of his hand, his eyes were burning, as if he was about to burn the man.

"If you die, you don't need to go to the ascending pavilion, just ascend to the sky." The man smiled, but was not afraid.

Lei Wujie clenched his hand into a fist, gritted his teeth and said, "Give it to me."

"Hahaha." The man laughed loudly, suddenly raised the wine jar, raised his head and drank it. Then he put down the wine jar and wiped off a drop of wine left from the corner of his mouth, still with a faint smile on his face: "You are drunk."

Lei Wujie's body crashed to the ground.

After three cups of wine, Lei Wujie's fire burning technique broke through the triple realm in an instant. According to Master Lei Hong, he had to practice hard for at least three years to reach this realm. However, now there are only three glasses of wine.

Yes, he is drunk.

Drunk to the sky.