"Senior Brother Ruochen!" A call came from outside the door, startling Ji Ruochen who was immersed in studying. He looked out the window and saw that the bright moon was hanging high and the sky was full of clear light. He was secretly wondering who would be here.

Come visit me at this time.

He opened the door and saw a handsome young man standing in the courtyard. He was dressed in a moon-white gown. His eyebrows were as picturesque as a fairy. Like silver moonlight, it poured over his body and made his ice-cold muscles and snow-bones look indescribable.

Her graceful and graceful character, her indescribable suave and unrestrained style, are none other than Shang Qiushui, whom we had a close relationship with.

Ji Ruochen secretly thought that he and Shang Qiushui had just met each other, not to mention that it had been more than a year since they met, so why did he come to the door on his own? Although the last time the three of them had a drink together, they talked and laughed, and both the host and the guest were happy.

.But that subtle and unclear feeling is really a bit uncomfortable, and I still feel like a lump in my throat when I think about it.

Although Ji Ruochen was thinking this in his mind, a smile appeared on his face and he greeted warmly: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Qiu Shui! Come on, come in and sit down! Why is Senior Brother Qiu Shui so free today that he comes to visit Taichang Peak?"

Shang Qiushui did not refuse and followed Ji Ruochen into the study.

Before the Master could stand still, he turned his wrist and found an ancient blue and white porcelain vase nearly two feet high. He put the vase on the desk. The vase had not yet been opened, but a strong aroma of wine had already leaked out.

When Ji Ruochen smelled it, he felt that the aroma of the wine was fragrant, but the taste was extremely weird, which was very different from ordinary wine.

As soon as the porcelain vase was placed securely, Shang Qiushui held the porcelain vase in his hand and said with a smile: "Senior brother Ruochen and I just met on the side, and it was a year ago. Tonight, senior brother Ruochen must be scolding me for bringing wine to the door rashly.

I was reckless."

Ji Ruochen never expected that Shang Qiu Shui would actually reveal his concerns straight to the point. Even though he was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but blush slightly. But when his eyes touched Shang Qiu Shui's eyes like water, and his jade fingers like spring green onions, he couldn't help but blush slightly.

, with a handsome and elegant figure, he immediately felt that his throat was dry, and he felt like thousands of ants crawling all over his body. He was extremely uncomfortable and wished he could send the guest away immediately. However, Shang Qiushui was an important figure among the young disciples, and he could not offend him without reason.

What's more, when he came to visit, there was nothing rude about him. Ji Ruochen couldn't find any reason to chase away the guest.

Just when Ji Ruochen was thinking about it, Shang Qiushui found a chair on his own initiative, sat down Yingying, and said with a smile: "I came here to bother Senior Brother Ruochen tonight for three reasons. The first is to congratulate Ruochen.

Senior Brother Chen has made rapid progress and has won the top spot for four consecutive years. If we look at his performance in the annual examination alone, he is already tied with Ji Bingxian."

Ji Ruochen hurriedly said humbly: "Senior Brother Qiu Shui is over-reputed. The annual exam is just a false name and cannot be taken seriously. I heard that Senior Brother beat Ming Yun and Li Xuanzhen this year and won the top spot again. This is really gratifying and congratulatory."

Unexpectedly, Shang Qiushui smiled softly and did not refuse Ji Ruochen's praise, saying: "To overwhelm the two of them, it should be a matter of course. Brother Ruochen will know the reason for this in a while. It's okay now."

Let’s put it aside for now and let’s talk about the second thing first. Originally, if Senior Brother Ruochen got the first place in the annual examination, I would never bother him. But I heard that Senior Brother Ruochen did not fake foreign objects in the annual examination this time, and his blood was covered with cold clothes.

The fierce and resolute execution is like a decisive victory on the battlefield! Such heroic spirit is rare. I made a bottle of good wine, and it happened to be hot enough, so I brought it here to enjoy the wine with my senior brother Ruochen."

Although Ji Ruochen was not good at drinking wine, the aroma of this wine was really weird and quite intriguing.

However, Ji Ruochen was a little surprised when he saw that Shang Qiushui used ancient celadon bottles to make wine. He knew that Ji Ruochen was born in an inn and had brewed coarse wine himself. He also knew that the custom at that time was to use jars for making wine. Firstly, it was easy to absorb the earth's air, and secondly, drinking from the jar

It shows grandeur. However, the bottle used by Shang Qiu Shui is actually an ancient celadon bottle. Although it is elegant, it is still a little delicate and beautiful, and it is difficult to match the style of strong wine, but it is quite suitable for Shang Qiu Shui himself.

Look at him tonight, he is wearing a crescent white gown, decorated with dark cloud patterns, his eyes are full of waves, and he seems to have infinite tenderness. The hand gently holding the porcelain vase is also as white as snow, as soft as jade, with slender fingers. Its exquisite beauty is beyond compare.

inferior to any charming woman.

The more Ji Ruochen looked carefully, the more frightened he became. If there was a woman sitting opposite him, he would definitely be shocked. But it was Shang Qiushui who sat there! Ji Ruochen felt that the wind in the study had condensed, and he couldn't even take a breath.

It took a lot of strength. He suddenly recalled the day when Li Xuanzhen said that he would take him to meet a wonderful person, and Li Xuanzhen's relieved smile while they were chatting over wine, and he felt something was wrong in his heart.

It's just that this idea is so unbelievable that even though Ji Ruochen is well-informed and has a cold and resolute mentality, he doesn't dare to go deeper at this moment. As soon as this idea sprouts, he immediately cuts it off by the roots and drives it away in a panic

When he got out, it was like touching a piece of red-hot iron.

Shang Qiushui seemed completely unaware of Ji Ruochen's thoughts. He poured two large bowls of wine and pushed one bowl in front of Ji Ruochen. As soon as the wine left the bottle, the aroma became even weirder. When Ji Ruochen saw this posture, he understood something.

Time couldn't push Shang Qiushui away, so he simply drank it up. At that moment, he no longer refused, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking this bowl of wine, it was like a stream of fire rolling down. Not only did it not feel a burning tingling sensation, but it ironed the inner organs comfortably. Then a fragrance suddenly came back up and spread into the stomach.

His limbs were covered with bones. Ji Ruochen only felt a bang, and his whole mind was surrounded by this strange fragrance. The aroma of this wine was weird, and when he looked carefully, it seemed to be a mixture of hundreds of different aromas. It was ever-changing and incomprehensible.

Exhaustive, it can be said to be an endless aftertaste.

Ji Ruochen closed his eyes for a long time before exhaling the smell of alcohol and opening his eyes: "Brother Qiu Shui, this wine..."

Shang Qiushui smiled and said: "I made this wine by picking different kinds of grapes from Xixuan Mountain. After the wine was made, it was steamed and dried seven times, and supplemented with many spices. It took three years to make it, and I only got this bottle. It only took time.

It’s too short, and the wine taste is limited. The only advantage is that this wine is much stronger than ordinary wine. It’s only after drinking so heavily that it has some flavor.”

The aftertaste of this wine is extremely strong. After Ji Ruochen drank a bowl of it, he felt drunk in a moment and his cheeks were slightly tipsy. The worries that had been in his heart earlier disappeared without a trace. Now that the worries are gone, he should be happy.

Drink freely. Besides, although Shang Qiushui’s hand-made wine is powerful, he is also a very human monk and will definitely not be knocked down by a bottle of strong wine. So the two of them went back and forth and drank this large bottle of grape spirit in a short time.

It has to be clean.

At this time, Shang Qiushui's cheeks were like fire, and his eyes were like water. Looking under the lamp, his skin was like smoke from jade, which was really unparalleled beauty. He sighed and said: "It's so happy! Come on, senior brother Ruochen, while the mood is high at this moment, I

Taking you to meet someone is the third thing tonight."

After Shang Qiushui said this, he grabbed Ji Ruochen's hand and flew away without waiting for Ji Ruochen's reply.

As soon as he touched Shang Qiu Shui's hand, Ji Ruochen instinctively retracted his hand as if he was being shocked by an electric shock. However, Shang Qiu Shui's water skills were as fast as lightning and did not allow him to resist at all. He grabbed a solid one. Despite Shang Qiu Shui's appearance,

Ningli is weak, but her true energy is extremely fierce and fierce. The strength in her hand is simply unparalleled. Ji Ruochen was so suppressed that he had no power to resist and could only let Shang Qiushui pull him and run away.

To be fair, Shang Qiu Shui's hands were ice-cold and greasy, and the touch was almost as good as Han Yan's. But Ji Ruochen was pulled by Han Yan, his mind was rippling, and being pulled by Shang Qiu Shui, he was in endless distress. So we walked all the way.

Come, Ji Ruochen thought hard about what excuse to use to get rid of Shang Qiushui's hand, and his steps slowed down unknowingly.

Shang Qiushui smiled softly and said: "Senior Brother Ruochen, it's already late. If we don't hurry up, we won't be able to see that person." He put more force on his hands and pulled Ji Ruochen to fly away quickly.

The two of them suddenly crossed the rope bridge, circled half a circle around Taishang Daode Palace, and in the blink of an eye stepped on the rope bridge leading to Changyang Palace. Perhaps it was because Ziwei Zhenren had been in seclusion for too long and had few disciples, so they were separated from each other.

Compared with other palaces, Changyang Palace seems quite deserted, with few lights.

Shang Qiushui pulled Ji Ruochen through the palace without stopping, and ran all the way to a remote place on the mountain behind Changyang Palace, until he climbed a small peak, and then he quietly stood still.

Ji Ruochen suddenly felt that the atmosphere had become tense, and there was a hint of sharpness in the night wind. He was confused and looked at Shang Qiushui, and saw that he had already suppressed his smile, his jade face was frosted, and his expression was extremely serious, as if he had changed.

Ji Ruochen was slightly surprised. He followed his gaze and saw a wooden house built on the mountainside not far away. Although it was simple, it was close to the mountain and the cliff and had a strong momentum of its own.

Seemingly knowing the doubts in Ji Ruochen's mind, Shang Qiushui said slowly: "Senior Brother Ruochen, that is Ji Bingxian's residence."

Ji Ruochen was stunned when he saw that the wooden house was rough and crude. It was only the size of a straight room. It was the residence of an ordinary disciple, and it was probably several times more powerful than this. There was a small plaque on the lintel of the wooden house, and the inscription was vaguely visible.

With the word "Bing Xin" on it.

Such a wooden house is actually Ji Bingxian's residence? And why did Shang Qiushui drag him to Ji Bingxian's residence in the middle of the night?

At this time, Ji Ruochen suddenly heard a strange whistling sound in his ears, which sounded like a giant beast breathing. He turned his head in surprise and saw Shang Qiu Shui slightly closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly.

As soon as he finished adjusting his breath, Shang Qiushui took out a dark palm-sized ax from his arms, swung it in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant ax with a handle four feet long and an ax as wide as a car hood! The giant ax took shape in the air, tilted.

As it fell, the tip of the ax penetrated the hard rock silently and penetrated more than two feet, and then it stopped falling.

The giant ax is dark and dark, and the handle and body of the ax are faintly engraved with dark patterns. Obviously there is something mysterious in it. The shape of the giant ax is ancient and clumsy, and the ax handle is as thick as the mouth of the bowl. Looking at the position just now, it goes without saying that it is sharp, and look at its size.

, at least it weighs hundreds of kilograms.

The five fingers of Shang Qiushui's right hand were as curled as orchids, and he gently held the handle of the giant axe. Under the moonlight, the frosty plain hands were in sharp contrast with the dark black handle of the axe. He said slowly: "This ax was cast seven hundred years ago and weighs eight hundred."

Eighty kilograms, fierce and ruthless, invincible, its name is forgetfulness."

During the annual exam of the Taoism Sect, most of the disciples responded with wooden swords. This was the first time for Ji Ruochen to see such a fierce weapon. He couldn't help but said in shock: "Senior Brother Qiushui, what are you..."

Shang Qiushui laughed loudly and said: "You will know immediately!"

Shang Qiushui didn't use any force, and the huge ax came out of the rock, so light and weightless that it seemed. He then took off the golden ring that bound his hair and threw it on the ground. A strong wind blew around him, causing his black hair to fly into curls.

flag!

Under Ji Ruochen's stunned gaze, Shang Qiushui, with her slender figure, wielding a fierce and evil axe, rushed like thunder, rushed to the front of the wooden house in an instant, kicked open the door, and rushed in!

The wooden door trembled for a while and made a harsh creaking sound, but it was not kicked open and slowly closed on its own.

The wooden house was completely dark. For the brief moment when the door was opened, Ji Ruochen could not see clearly what was going on inside the house. After Shang Qiushui rushed into the house, he saw the wooden house shaking slightly and another flash of light at the window.

After that, there was no more sound.

Between the cliffs, under the bright moon, that wooden house hangs there alone, lonely and peaceful.

If it weren't for the deep ax marks on the rocks under his feet and the faint body fragrance of Shang Qiushui brought by the night wind, Ji Ruochen would have almost doubted whether he had just had a dream.

In the blink of an eye, half a stick of incense passed, and the wooden house still stood there quietly, so quiet that it made people crazy.

Ji Ruochen finally couldn't help but run towards the wooden house. He was really worried about Shang Qiushui's safety. What's more, when Shang Qiushui rushed towards the wooden house just now, his indomitable and determined momentum didn't look like a fellow disciple, but rather...

It seems like a stunning woman faced with thousands of troops, instead of running away, she resolutely charged into the battle. What kind of desperate tenacity is that!

Ji Ruochen suddenly woke up and couldn't help but be surprised by all the strange thoughts that came out of his mind. This Shang Qiushui was very weird, and would always put him with all kinds of inexplicable pressure that seemed to be there, forcing him to think wildly.

While he was thinking wildly, suddenly there seemed to be a breeze blowing by him. Ji Ruochen stopped for an instant and stared at the few black hairs falling slowly in front of him. His whole body felt as if he had been immersed in ice water for many days, and he was so numb that he could hardly breathe.

!

Ji Ruochen slowly turned his head.

A few feet behind him, there was a huge dark black ax stuck on the ground. The ax head was mostly submerged in the rock. It was Wangqing!

Just now, the giant ax seemed to fly out of nowhere, passed by Ji Ruochen, and cut off several of his hair, before falling silently, while Ji Ruochen almost didn't notice it at all!

It’s just that the ax is here, but what about the people?

With a creaking sound, the wooden door opened again, and a figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, landing gently at Ji Ruochen's feet.

The wooden door closed on its own again. The moment the door opened, Ji Ruochen could still only see darkness in the wooden house.

Ji Ruochen looked at the wooden house and then at Shang Qiushui, who had no injuries at his feet but could not even stand up. He felt his scalp was numb and chills secretly rising up.
To be continued...