Reverend Insanity

About 300 years ago, a genius emerged in the Ancient Moon clan.

His talent, his youth, has reached the point of being a five-pronged magician, and there are possibilities to go further. Famous Qingmao Mountain, infinite scenery, trusted with hope and responsibility by the people.

He is the most recited four-generation chief in ancient Moon history.

Unfortunately, four generations of elders defended the people, and the battle was also a demon flower winemaker of the Five Spins. Though after a fierce war, he defeated the florist and left the demon on his knees to beg for mercy.

Ultimately, however, four generations of elders were inadvertently attacked by florists.

Four generations of angry florists, but also hurting themselves, died early in the year.

This tragic story continues to be widely celebrated by the ancient Moons.

But Fang Yuan understood that the story was not believable. Because it itself has a huge loophole.

A month later, a drunken sorcerer with a broken heart, lying in the mud outside the village, accidentally attracted an alcoholic bug by the smell of wine.

The magician chased the bug and found the remains of the florist in an underground cave, along with the florist's personal legacy.

The magician hurried back to his family and reported the incident, causing a great deal of excitement.

After the wind wave subsided, he also benefited, gained the liquor worm, improved it, abandoned his girlfriend and chased him instead, which made him a temporary figure in the village.

Stories are passed down from generation to generation, and walking is normal. But in Fong Yuan's memory, the magician discovered that the story of the heritage, while extremely authentic, he also suspected that it might conceal other truths.

“I hadn't noticed it yet, but these days I've been exploring it and analyzing it, and I've found something strange about it.” The night grew thicker, the source walked in the bamboo forest around the cottage, and the mind was looking back at integrating all the known clues.

“Think about it, assuming I was the magician, and discovered the legacy of the florist, why didn't I just swallow it alone and tell the family? Don't mention the family's sense of honor. Everyone is greedy. What prompted the magician to disobey the desire in his heart and willingly abandon all his interests, and to discover it to the higher echelons of the family? ”

The truth is always hidden in the mist of history, meditating with bitterness and without results.

After all, there are too few clues. The only two clues are true and false in themselves and cannot be fully believed.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but think of himself: “Anyway, after buying this bamboo wine, I only have two stones left on me. If you can't find any more remains, you're in trouble. It's a lonely move today! ”

However, he himself refined the manure, and the stones were not enough. Instead of investing in this wine, increase the success rate of the trip.

If you were someone else, most would save the stones in order.

But it's too inefficient for the other source. He'd rather take the risk and fight.

People in magic always like adventure.

At this moment.

The night grew thicker and the spring moon was like a bow.

Floating clouds shield the moonlight as if they were a faint veil over the moon's toothpaste.

Because it had just been raining heavily for three days and three nights in a row, the dullness in the mountains had been washed away, leaving only the purest of freshness.

Such fresh air, pure as a piece of white paper, is more conducive to the propagation of the aroma. That's one of the reasons Fangyuan is so confident tonight.

“This is the only area left to explore.” Walking to a bamboo forest, he stopped.

The first seven days of exploration were not unproductive. At least it proves that the winemakers didn't die in those places.

This is the second reason for confidence.

In the bamboo grove, fragrant grass, white flowers, blue spear bamboo straightening, such as root pole.

Square shoots open the mud seal of the small wine bowl and the nose pops in with a rich nose.

Green bamboo wine, arguably the best wine in the ancient moon cottage. That's the third reason Fangyuan is so confident tonight.

“So many reasons to accumulate, it must be tonight to succeed!” Fangyuan breathed darkly in his heart as he slowly tilted the bar and poured a small slice of bamboo wine onto the stone.

If those hunters saw the scene, they'd be heartbroken. This wine is well worth two yuan stones...

But Fangyuan was indifferent.

The nose quickly spreads, and the breeze slows at night, the dark fragrance floats and soaks into the bamboo groves.

Fangyuan stood there, smelled the aroma, waited for a moment, but saw no movement.

Only a bird like a nightingale was heard screaming from a distance, sounding like a string of silver bells.

His gaze was quiet, not surprisingly, and he moved away, turning to the next place, a few hundred meters away.

Here, he made it, poured out another bottle of wine and stood still for a moment.

So three to five times, I turned a few directions and poured a few wines. There are few green bamboo wines left in the bar.

“For the last time.” A sigh of sigh was sighed in Fangyuan's heart, completely inverting the bar in his hand and pouring down all the remaining wine at the bottom of the bar toward the sky.

Drinking in the grass, the grass swayed for a moment, wildflowers soaked with dew and slightly drowned their heads.

Square stands in place, staring around with the last hope.

The night is already deep.

A thick cloud shielded the moonlight here.

The shadow darkness is like a screen covering this bamboo forest.

The silence surrounded, a blue spear bamboo stands alone, leaving a straight up and down cut in the eyes of Square Source.

He stood still, listened to himself breathing very clearly, and then felt the residual hope in his chest, passing away and empty.

“Still failing?” He muttered in his heart, "All three strengths accumulated tonight without success and without the shadow of a liquor worm. This means that success rates will be lower in the future. I only have two stones left, and I have to refine the moonlight trick. No more adventures. ”

Adventure results are often not ideal. But once it is the desired result, the benefits are certainly considerable.

Fangyuan likes adventure, but he doesn't like gambling. He's not the kind of gambler who loses his eyes and wants to turn the book over.

He has his own bottom line, he knows his own capital.

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

Sometimes life is like this, often with that one goal, and it's so beautiful and tempting. Seems close, but it's hard to get around, but it's not always there. Makes people forwarding sides, covetous.

“This is the helplessness of life and the charm of life.” Fang Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile and turned away.

Right now.

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

Floating clouds pass, revealing cloaked moon teeth.

Moon teeth bend and hang from the sky, like a white jade, pouring the clear moonlight down like water.

Moonlight is poured in the green bamboo forest, on the mountain stone, in the creek mountains, on the square source.

Square dressed in plain clothes, the younger face appeared whiter under the gentle touch of the moonlight.

The darkness seemed to fade away in the moment, replacing it with a snowflake.

Seems to be infected by the moonlight, the breathing nightingale starts to sound again, this time more than one, but several, scattered in the bamboo forest, and this response fluctuates.

At the same time, a dragon pill that lives in the mountains and moves under the moon also sings the song of life.

They only come out at night, with red insects all over them, jumping out in groups and a red onion gleam on one's body.

At first glance, this group of dragon pills is like a jumping red water, treading on green grass wildflowers and leaping into the bamboo forest below the moon.

In the bamboo forest, as the accumulation of water is clear, the blue spear bamboo of Jade is under the moon color, shining like the glow of Jade.

Willow Dark Flower Ming, nature at this moment, shows her beauty to the source.

Fangyuan unconsciously stopped, feeling like he was in a fairy state.

He was going to turn around and leave, but now he turns consciously again.

The wildflower bush, which poured out the green bamboo drink, trembled slightly in the wind and remained empty.

It comes from laughing and retracting his gaze.

However.

He didn't want to see a little white snow shadow in the process of raising his eyes here.

This snow shadow is affixed to a blue spear bamboo pole not far away, in the moonlight, like a round pearl suspended.

Her eyes widened sharply and her body trembled slightly. Her heart pounded and she jumped faster and faster.

It's a bug!