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Headed by the head Pei Tanglu, Jun Changwei, Ye Anxue, He Lao... All the Taiyi Sect elders stood at the end of the long street, watching the teacher Wu Luo and Qiu Bodeng approach. Some of the elders, who were originally serious-faced and pretended to be serious, finally couldn't help but smile, and the water in the turbid and sunken eyes flashed.
"Little Master," Pei Tanglu greeted him, "the wine is ready."
When it is lively, there should be fireworks, wine, and drums.
There should be a binge drinking without getting drunk.
Just like in the ancient songs of Dongzhou, play the dusty qin, beat the long silent drum, and happily sing it to all those who love each other. That love is the lover who loves the lover, the same family who loves the same family, the old loves the young, the young loves the old, the old loves the young, the young loves the long.
I want all those who love each other to be one big family that never ends.
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The banquet has begun.
The wine table was laid out along the long street, and Cao Xifeng's disciples hung red umbrellas over the street to form an ingenious shed. The disciples of Tianshou Peak wore long strings of silver scales that had fallen off from the eight cold swimmers and hung them on the wind lanterns on the street. As soon as people walked past, the bells rang, which was really nice.
Again and again, Zhu Lifeng's disciple, who got the lottery and signed the lottery, ran around with a big wine jar.
These wines were all brewed by Taiyi disciples in the past hundred years.
Shi Wuluo collected their broken and scattered souls little by little, and condensed them into the so-called "burning". Burning at sunrise, they were sent out of the gate of heaven by the wind. Shi Wuluo's original intention was to let them use the grass and trees in the mountains to nourish their souls and nourish their souls. I never thought that after they gradually woke up, they saved the morning dew they collected.
Add Shi Lan, add Xin Yi, add all the beauty they collected in the mountains and fields, little by little, to make a jar of wine.
"I want almond wine! Who can exchange almond wine with me!"
A Tianshou Peak disciple who was so drunk was sitting on the ground holding the wine jar and shouting.
Everyone has no image.
The wine jar bang dong dong, spread out along the way. At the beginning, Cao Xifeng's disciples, who were careful, also had the patience to dip a brush in ink, write the name of the wine on the diamond-shaped red paper, and paste it on the jar. As a result, the disciples of Tianshoufeng and Xuehefeng came to order the wine, and they directly picked up the jar and poured it down.
Cao Xifeng's disciples didn't escape the invitations of other Fengmai sisters' Feihualing. After being pulled away, the writing brush and red paper were scattered on the floor, so no one could bother to post the name of the wine.
No matter if it is spirits, light wine, rice wine and sake, or shilan wine, just drink it.
But not everyone is a Dionysian who can't pour a thousand cups.
Before he was alive, he was not Mr. Wudou, and he was a drinker after he died.
At the moment, there are some unlucky ghosts who are overly happy, and regard the spirits that burn the knife as light wine. Tossed to and fro, rolling on the ground. If he didn't pay attention, he bumped into some drunk senior brother and senior brother, was caught, and shoved it under his head as a pillow.
Unless there is a senior sister or senior sister of the same peak, who is more careful, picks up the scattered junior and senior brothers, and puts them in the empty lantern frame.
The aroma of wine in the streets, the silver light in the streets.
Amidst the lively drumbeat, the little master in red folded his sleeves, pulled out an unknown soft sword, and turned to the center of the street. The silver dangling soft sword, like a wandering dragon, like a flying snake, provoked a silver scale. The firelight shone on the sword and silver scales, reflected in a circle of light.
"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River."
Qingyue's singing sounded.
Amidst the urgent sounds of the sanxian, plum blossom drum, and golden tongguan, the young man leaned over like a dragon and turned around, his broad sleeves stretched out, and a silver sword stirred up a bowl of peach orchid wine. The drum beat suddenly and suddenly slowed down, and the peach orchid wine was rippling under the lantern.
"I miss you every day and see you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together."
Qiu Bodeng suddenly twisted his body and leaned back in the sound of the drums, the silver sword was carrying the peach blossom wine, and drew an arc in the air, sliding from the sword to the tip of the sword, and handing it to one person.
With the peach blossom wine, the young man with a cold and handsome man suddenly became the tip of his ears and turned into an unusual lover.
"When is this water rest? When will this hate be?"
Suddenly, the drum was rushed, the piano tube flute was raised, and the blealing lights suddenly got up in the sound of the raising melody. The wide sleeves returned to Xiang, and the silver sword around Hao wrist and picked out the burning sword flower. Floating Xueliu Xia, staring streaming, Yingying to one person ... When will this water be closed? As long as Jun's heart is like my heart, he does not bear love. [1]
I do nāt know when, Cao Xifeng's girls have gathered, holding hands and becoming a circle.
The teenagers in the circle rose and down, suddenly, and suddenly, as if led to static water, it was as exciting as the angry river. The adult men in black passed through the ravaged silver, passed through the long sword light, held his fingertips, and remitted his love.
Drumming, sound of piano, flute sound, suddenly reached its peak at this moment.
The young disciples flushed their faces, and no one understood what they were shouting. They only looked at the wine altar, shouted loudly, and desperately palmed ... Shi Wu Luo held the waist of a thin light and raised him. The red and black clothes overlap, the teenager takes the man as the pillar, sometimes in mid -air, and sometimes folds like a moon, sometimes rushing to fly.
In the ups and downs, cinnabar and thick ink are lined with.
Cheering boiled the entire ghost city.
"How can there be this! How can you be so hasty!"
The white -haired Ye Diaoxue shot the table, blowing his beard, staring at the disciples of his lover and his lover.
No one heard his words, all the sound was drowned in the laughter and singing sound of the carnival.
"Okay, okay," Pei Tang recorded a gentle smile, "Let them happy."