Section 13: Bamboo forest under the moon, a little bead snow

About three hundred years ago, a genius appeared in the Guyue family.

He is very talented and still a young man, and he has already cultivated to the point of five sorcerers, and there is a further possibility. Famous Qingmao Mountain, the scenery is unlimited, by the people hope and responsibility.

He is the four generations of the most popular patriarch in the history of the ancient Moon nationality.

Unfortunately, the four generations of the patriarch to protect the clan, against the same five turn demon flower wine walker. Though after a fierce battle, he defeated the wine Walker and brought the demon to his knees begging for mercy.

But in the end, the four generations of the patriarch was accidentally attacked by the flower wine walker.

Four generations of angry dead flower wine walker, but he also injured hard to return, died young.

This story full of tragedy, section 13: Under the moon bamboo forest, a little pearl snow has been passed down to the present day, widely praised by the ancient Moon people.

But Fang Yuan knew that the story could not be believed. Because it has a huge hole in it.

After a month in the past life, a lovelorn and drunken prankster, drunk as mud lying outside the cottage, the result of overflowing wine smell, accidentally attracted a wine bug.

The master of the trick chased the wine worm, and found the remains of the wine walker in an underground cave, along with the carry-on legacy of the wine walker.

Gu master hurried back to the family, told the matter, causing a huge sensation.

After the storm gradually calmed down, he also benefited from it, got the wine bug, repair to improve, abandoned his girlfriend instead chased him, which made him become a man of the moment in the village.

The story is passed down from generation to generation, and it is normal to go the same way. However, in Fang Yuan's memory, the claim that the hoax master is now hidden is extremely authentic and credible, but he also suspects that other truths may be hidden.

"I was not aware of it at first, but as I have explored and analyzed it over the past few days, there is something very strange about it." The night is getting thicker, Fang Yuan walks in the bamboo forest around the cottage, and his heart is reviewing and integrating all the known clues.

Section 13: Bamboo forest under the moon, a little pearl snow "Put yourself in the shoes to think, suppose I am the master of the trick, now the left of the flower wine walker, why not take it personally, but inform the family? Don't mention family pride. People are greedy. What prompted the trickster, contrary to his heart's desire, to willingly give up all his interests and report this to the top of the family?"

The truth is always hidden in the fog of history, Fang Yuan meditation, there is no result.

After all, there are so few leads. The only two clues, themselves are true and false, can not be trusted.

Fang Yuan could not help but think of himself: "Anyway, after buying this altar of green bamboo, I now have only two yuan stones left on my body." If we don't find it again, we're gonna be in trouble. This is a desperate move!"

However, he himself refined the worm, Yuan stone is not enough. It's better to invest in this wine to increase the success rate of this trip.

If it were for others, most of them would accumulate the yuan stone step by step.

But this is far too inefficient for the source. He'd rather take a risk, take a chance.

You know, a man of magic, he always likes to take risks.

At the moment.

The night thickens, the spring moon is like a bow.

Clouds obscured the moonlight, like a thin veil covering the crescent moon.

Because it has just rained for three consecutive days and three nights, the cloudy air in the mountains has been washed clean, leaving only the purest fresh.

Such fresh air, pure as a piece of white paper, is more conducive to the spread of wine. This is one of the reasons why Fang Yuan is confident tonight.

"This is the only area left unexplored." When he came to a bamboo forest, he stopped.

The first seven days of exploration were not for nothing. At least it proves that the wine walkers didn't die in those places.

This is the second reason for Fang's confidence.

In the bamboo forest, there is luxuriant grass, long white flowers, and the green spear bamboo stands straight like a jade pole.

Fang Yuan patted open the clay seal of the small wine jar, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine came.

Green bamboo wine, can be said to be the first good wine in the ancient moon cottage. This is the third reason for Fang Yuan's confidence tonight.

"Such three reasons, accumulated, if you want to succeed, it must be tonight!" Fang Yuan in the heart secretly cheer, while the wine altar slowly tilted, down a small strand of bamboo wine, drops on the stone.

If the hunters had seen this, they would have broken their hearts. This wine is worth two dollars a stone...

But Fang Yuan is indifferent.

The aroma of alcohol soon spread, the night, the breeze slowly, floating fragrance, soaked a bamboo forest.

Fang Yuan stood in place, smelling the wine, waiting for a moment, but did not see any movement.

Only a nightingale-like bird could be heard, not far away, crowing like a string of silver bells.

His eyes were quiet, not surprised, and he moved away, turned and went to the next place, a few hundred meters away.

Here he did the same, poured out another glass of wine, and stood there waiting for a moment.

So many times, turned a few prescriptions, poured a few times, the wine in the wine circle has been little left.

"The last time." With a sigh in his heart, Fang Yuan turned the wine jar upside down in his hand, turned the jar upside down, and poured down all the wine that was left.

The wine spilled in the grass, the grass was swaying, and the wildflowers were wet with wine dew and slightly lowered their heads.

Fang Yuan stood in place, with the last hope, staring around.

By now the night was deep.

A thick cloud obscured the moonlight here.

The dark shadow is like a curtain covering the bamboo forest.

Surrounded by silence, a green spear bamboo stands alone, leaving a straight up and down silhouette in Fang Yuan's eyes.

He stood there in silence, listening to his very clear breath, and then felt the little hope that remained in his chest, flowing away and emptying.

"Still failed?" He murmured in his heart, "Tonight the three major advantages accumulated together, have not succeeded, can not find the shadow of the wine worm." This means that the success rate will be lower in the future. I only have two stones left on me, and I have to make moontrap. We can't take any more chances."

The result of taking risks is often not ideal. But if it is the ideal outcome, then the benefits must be considerable.

Fang Yuan likes to take risks, but he is not addicted to gambling, he is not the kind of gambler who loses red eyes and wants to return the money.

He knows his limits. He knows his money.

Now, 500 years of life experience tell him it's time to stop.

Sometimes, life is like this, often have such a goal, it is so beautiful, full of temptation. It seems so close, but with so much effort, it never gets there. Let people toss and turn, sleep and think of the service.

"This is the frustration of life, but also the charm of life." Fang Yuan shook his head with a wry smile and turned to leave.

Right then and there.

A gust of wind blowing, like a gentle arm, gently brushed the clouds in the night sky.

The clouds drifted past, revealing the crescent moon.

The crescent moon bends and hangs in the sky, like a white jade cup, pouring down the moonlight like water.

The moonlight poured in the green grass bamboo forest, poured on the rocks, poured in the streams and valleys, poured on the body of Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was dressed in plain clothes, and his young face was whiter under the gentle touch of the moonlight.

The darkness seemed to recede in an instant, replaced by what looked like snow and frost.

As if infected by the moonlight, the dormant nightingales began to sing again, this time not only one, but several, scattered in the bamboo forest, one after another in response.

At the same time, a kind of life in the mountains, in the moonlight activities of the dragon ball cricket, but also sing the rustling song of life.

They are only out of the night, the body of the insects are scattered red light, now jumping out in groups, one of the body flashed a red agate like brilliance.

Fang Yuan at first glance, this group of dragon ball cricket is like a jump of red water, stepping on the grass wildflowers, in the bamboo forest under the moon.

In the bamboo forest, such as water empty, jasper green spear bamboo in the moonlight, flashing bright and smooth jade.

At this moment, nature shows her beautiful Kyaukli to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan unconsciously stopped the pace, feeling like being in a fairyland.

He was about to turn away, but then he unconsciously turned and looked again.

The wild flower grass that poured the wine of green bamboo, quivered slightly in the wind, and was still empty.

Fang Yuan laughed at himself and withdrew his sight.

However.

In the process of raising his eyes, he saw a little white snow.

This snow shadow stuck not far away on a green spear bamboo pole, in the moonlight, like hanging a round pearl.

Fang Yuan's eyes pupils suddenly dilated, the body slightly shivered, the heart thumped, and then jumped faster and faster.

It's the wine worm!

Daaaaaa!