Wang Sheng followed Zhu Sheng to Hongye Pavilion, and suddenly he was a little anxious halfway and ran to Fenglin to solve it.
After a good time, he suddenly heard people talking. He was a curious man. He walked 300 steps along the people and saw several people sitting in a forest drinking. They all looked strange.
When those people saw him, they were very enthusiastic and dragged him into them to drink together
When he saw that the table was full of rare delicacies, he was really shocked. Some things were even heard and never seen by an official like him.
It occurred to him that lucky strike, a small ye, met a strange man again.
Wang sheng secretly pleased to follow these people to push a cup and call friends. These people are also very enthusiastic but not as bad as Li Zhichang.
He was naturally overjoyed, and the only fly in the ointment was that the wine smelled a little strange. It looked clear and intimidating, and the taste was dull and slightly bitter.
However, Wang Sheng consoled himself that maybe this is not any wine, but fairy wine. Drinking a cup of wine will prolong life.
He wants to be immortal and crazy. Li Zhichang Zhuyu encountered some strange things before and leaned against Xiandao.
Suddenly, a man and a woman came from far away, carrying a bearer but unaware of those who invited him to drink. The sidewalk was not good enough to kill the stars, and suddenly a piece of jade-like white sword light shot at those people and they all screamed.
Wang sheng heard these people screaming in horror and also trembled with fear. There was a pit next to him and he went to the ground.
I heard a familiar voice, "How did you get here?"
This is Li Zhichang sound. He just wanted to look back. He heard that ghosts in the mountains can be very demagogic. Unless he pretended to be him, he just regarded those people who drank music as strange people. At this time, after hearing those people scream, he was afraid that ghosts and monsters were coming.
The more times like this, the more careful you are. He dare not look back.
Li Zhichang, look at this little boy. His heart is not up yet. One foot hits his ass.
Wang Sheng jumped up in pain and looked back. It was Li Zhichang.
A long sigh of relief said, "Mr. Li, you are finally here."
Li Zhichang looked rather strange. "Did you just have a drink with those mountain spirits?"
Wang Sheng exclaimed, "Are they monsters?"
Li Zhichang Gherardini way "you see what you just ate".
Wang Sheng looked around and saw that there were no dishes and wine, urine accumulated in broken pottery and some lizards in tiles.
I can’t hold a big tree and throw up.
At this time, the first mass of clear water rushed to wash him, and he also poured water into it and continued to vomit until his whole body collapsed. The water stopped, and then a warm feeling rose from his side, and he was very miraculous in an instant.
"Li Xiong’s avatar is really unfathomable. I don’t know if I can control fire and water as freely as Li Xiong." The sound is charming and crisp, but it is very comfortable with a little free and easy.
Wang Sheng looks pleasing to the eye and feels like seeing a fairy. Why is this fairy carrying a chilling sword? The tip of the sword has not yet been sheathed.
She added, it seems that she scared your friend.
As soon as the sword is put back to its sheath, it is more elegant and elegant, but it is similar to Li Zhichang’s temperament but a little sharper.
Chapter 12 Ye Sheng
Surrounded by mountains and streams as seen from Hongye Pavilion, it finally flows eastward.
Beside the Hongye Pavilion is a maple tree that has been growing for many years.
In the past, people thought this tree was spiritual, and the simple villagers worshipped it, so some efficacious broadcasts were famous in all directions.
Therefore, this red leaf pavilion is not only not lonely, but also very lively in this mountainside.
Ding Chenghe is a happy person. Naturally, there is no clearing measure. Nowadays, an ordinary Bai Ding in Hongye Pavilion dares to go to a tea stall and a mountain temple not far away.
Li Zhichang accompanied Sima Hongye with Wang Sheng, but at this time Ding Chenghe was surrounded. Many readers were not in a hurry to watch him appreciate poetry around him.
Only one of the middle-aged people stood alone in the crowd.
Red leaves with black back and even a scabbard sword whimper. Red leaves look like a change. Looking at that gentleman, they look clear. A little bit of cold light throws a hand and they will pull out the sword behind them. At this time, Li Zhichang’s hand gently holds her grip and shakes her head.
She whispered, "Can’t Li Xiong see that he is not a person?"
It’s not that she hasn’t seen ghosts in the daytime, but it’s not inappropriate for her to look like the other person and see no difference from ordinary people. It’s the first time she’s met them.
This middle-aged man is not a person, but he is in a state of ecstasy, but he can condense and form two things before his death. It is really terrible to be profound in the ghost road
If it weren’t for Blackwater Sword’s own spirituality, even she almost missed it.