Chapter 620 (1/2)

Longguo, drunk spring mountain.

It's night. The sky is full of a bright moon. The moon is shining brightly. It's mottled on the ground through the lush branches and leaves. A gust of wind blows. The branches and leaves sway and rustle.

”Bang!” At this time, a black shadow fell from a hundred year old tree, and then the sound of heavy objects landing broke the original silent mountain atmosphere, and several turtledoves were startled.

A moment later, the figure rose slowly from the side of the tree.

He first looked up at the bright moon on the top of his eyes, then looked around his eyes. He mumbled: ”br >

” where am I? I... Who am I! ”

”Burp!” While talking, the man suddenly gave a wine burp, and the strong wine breath came out of his mouth.

Through the moonlight, we can find that the man's face is red. Obviously, he has drunk too much wine. At the moment, he even forgets who he is and where he is.

After standing and thinking for a moment, the man scratched his head and found that he still couldn't remember any useful information.

He tried to touch himself and found that there was nothing but clothes on his body and wine gourd hanging on his waist.

So he reached for the wine gourd hanging on his waist and shook it. Suddenly the liquid dangling ”Ding Dong” sounded, but also aroused the desire of his heart.

Then he took off the plug and sniffed it, then he couldn't help but pour himself a few mouthfuls.

When the mellow wine flowed into his throat, he only felt that his blood was ignited, and then he went back and forth in his body. Then he fell down again, snoring like tired, forgetting everything

At noon the next day, the sound of birds around woke up the man who had been sleeping for a long time. He sat up, opened his eyes, rubbed his disordered hair, and his face was still blank, obviously not awake.

As last night, he murmured, ”who am I, where am I?” then he began to observe himself, and then his attention fell on the kettle.

But this time, there was no wine in the wine pot, and the man failed to drink successfully.

So in the meditation, he recovered a trace of clarity in his eyes and gradually remembered who he was.

”My name is Qu Zui. What a name, ha ha!” Before sobering up, Qu Zui murmured with a smile.

After sitting so still for a while, the memory poured in. That is, at this time, his face suddenly changed, then he got up from the ground, hurriedly walked on the side of the mountain road, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

”No, no, my wine!”

Although Qu Zui seems to be 40 or 50 years old, he is still walking fast when he goes up the mountain. Every time he pedals, he can stride three or four steps to the top of the mountain.

Full half an hour or so on the way, Qu Zui suddenly changed his direction when he was near the top of the mountain and rushed to the waterfall beside him.

When he came to the edge of the cliff, he stepped hard at his feet, and his figure rose like a swallow. He went straight through the waterfall in the torrent and ran into the back of the waterfall.

In the imagination, the scene of bumping into the cliff didn't appear. In front of quzui's eyes, there was a water curtain cave, with moss and vines growing inside. At the foot of the cave, there were flowers, and the inside was full of vitality.

After entering the water curtain hole, Qu Zui hurriedly stepped forward and turned several fork points to a vacant lot.

”Ah ah ah! My wine! ”

when I saw the hot iron pot in the open space, Qu Zui gave a hysterical scream.

Holding the possibility of one in ten thousand, Qu Zui hurriedly approached the iron pot, looked down at the pot with wide eyes, as if he was expecting to keep the liquor that had not been evaporated.

However, the fact is that there is not a drop of liquid left in the hot pot.

At this moment, it seems like a bolt from the blue.

For Qu Zui, it's an unbearable fatal blow. He sat on the ground subconsciously and decadent, feeling that life has no hope.

This pot of wine has been brewed for three years!