Xu Yang met Azhu, who was still a red bird there.

After he learned about his life experience, he even built his father Xu Wanli's unmanned tomb under Piaoyun Peak.

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On an open space outside Piaoyun Peak, there is an inconspicuous loess tomb.

A line of words is engraved on a bluestone stele in front of the tomb, "Looking for the Tomb of the Immortal Xu Wanli".

Xu Yang knelt in front of the grave, his eyes filled with tears.

"I am Xu Yang, Xu Wanli's son. I must be like my father, a sense of justice and responsibility, and I am a fairy-seeking person." Xu Yang stood up and shouted with his back.

This sentence was said once here when Xuyang buried this tomb.

This second time, Xu Yang seemed to exclaim the grievance in his heart. He seemed to be a child who was guided by his father.

The sound is loud and bright.

Xu Yang sat on the ground and took out the Eighteen-fall wine he had treasured on his body.

He looked at the three words "Xu Wanli" on the tombstone, and while drinking, he sprinkled the wine in front of the tomb.

"Father, I'm here to drink with you."

Xu Yang suddenly felt that the wine in his mouth was hot. He stuck out his tongue and showed a warm smile on his face.

Just like when Xu Yang was just six years old, his father Xu Wanli asked him to drink for the first time.

The deepest part of memory is vivid in my mind.

"Son, come and taste the wine we made in our house, so how can the owner of the wine shop not drink?" Xu Wanli, who was drinking at the dinner table, said.

"He is still young, just lick it with chopsticks and lick it with his tongue." Zhao Min, the mother beside him, said gentlely.

The child smiled, "I'll try it, is this wine sweet?"

Xiao Xuyang dipped a drop of wine on the tip of his chopsticks.
Chapter completed!