Reverend Insanity

About three hundred years ago, a genius appeared in the Gu Yue clan.

He is very talented, he is still a young man, he has already cultivated to the level of a rank five Gu Master, and there is still a possibility to go further. The famous Qingmao Mountain, with infinite scenery, is placed on hope and responsibility by the people of the tribe.

He is the most famous four-generation patriarch in the history of the Ancient Moon Clan.

It's a pity that the fourth-generation patriarch, in order to protect his clansmen, will fight against the Demon Flower Wine Walker, who is also a rank five Gu Master. Although after a fierce battle, he defeated the Flower Wine Walker and made the devil kneel to beg for mercy.

But in the end, the patriarch of the fourth generation was accidentally attacked by the flower wine traveler.

Four generations of the flower wine runners died of anger, but he was also seriously injured and died young.

This tragic story has been passed down to this day and has been widely praised by the Gu Yue people.

But Fang Yuan understands that this story is unbelievable. Because it has a huge loophole in itself.

A month later in the previous life, a Gu Master who was drunk because of his lovelorn, was lying outside the cottage as drunk as the mud. As a result, the overflowing aroma of wine unexpectedly attracted a wine bug.

The Gu Master chased the wine worm and found the remains of the Flower Wine Walker in an underground cave, as well as the Flower Wine Walker's personal inheritance.

The Gu Master hurriedly returned to the family and reported the matter, causing a huge stir.

After the turmoil gradually subsided, he also benefited from it. He got the wine bug, his cultivation improved, and his girlfriend abandoned him and chased after him instead. This incident made him a momentary figure in the village.

It is normal for stories to be passed down from generation to generation. But in Fang Yuan's memory, although the Gu Master found the hidden statement, although it is extremely true and credible, he also suspects that there may be other truths hidden in it.

"I didn't notice it at first, but I've been exploring and analyzing these days, and found that there is something special about this incident." The night was getting darker, Fang Yuan was walking in the bamboo forest around the cottage, and he was reviewing and integrating all the known clues. .

"Put yourself in the shoes, assuming that I am the Gu Master who discovered the treasure of the Flower Wine Walker, why didn't I take it all by myself, but sue the family? Not to mention the sense of honor of the family, everyone is greedy. Yes. What prompted that Gu Master to go against the desires in his heart and willingly give up all his interests and report this discovery to the top of the clan?"

The truth is always hidden in the fog of history, Fang Yuan pondered hard, but to no avail.

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

Fang Yuan couldn't help thinking of himself: "No matter what, after buying this jar of green bamboo wine, I only have two primeval stones left on my body. If I can't find the treasure, it will be troublesome. Today's move is a desperate gamble. !"

However, he himself is not enough to refine Gu worms and primeval stones. Instead, it is better to invest in this wine to increase the success rate of this trip.

If it were someone else, most of them would accumulate primeval stones step by step.

But this move is too inefficient for Fang Yuan. He would rather take the risk and give it a shot.

The magician is always adventurous.

now.

The night is getting darker, and the spring moon is like a bow.

Floating clouds obscured the moonlight, as if covering the crescent moon with a light veil.

Because of the heavy rain for three consecutive days and three nights just now, the turbid air in the mountains has been washed away, leaving only the purest freshness.

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

"There's nothing left to explore in this area." When he reached a bamboo forest, he stopped.

The first seven days of exploration were not without fruit. At least it has been proved that the Flower Wine Walker did not die in those places.

This is the second reason for Fang Yuan's confidence.

In the bamboo forest, the fragrant grass is full of flowers, and the white flowers are blooming.

Fang Yuan slapped open the mud seal of the small wine jar, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils.

Green Bamboo Wine can be said to be the best wine in the ancient moon cottage. This was the third reason why Fang Yuan was so confident tonight.

"These three reasons, accumulated, if you want to succeed, it must be tonight!" Fang Yuan secretly cheered, while slowly tilting the wine jar, poured a small amount of green bamboo wine, and dripped it on the stone.

If those hunters saw this scene, they would definitely feel bad. This wine is worth two primeval stones...

But Fang Yuan was indifferent.

The mellow wine smell spreads out quickly, and in the night, the breeze is gentle, the fragrance floats, and the bamboo forest is soaked.

Fang Yuan stood there, smelling the aroma of the wine, and waited for a while, but there was no movement.

All I could hear was a nightingale-like bird chirping not far away, the sound was like a string of silver bells.

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

Here, he did the same, poured out another drink, and stood there for a while.

After doing this over and over again, after turning a few prescriptions and pouring wine a few times, there was not much left of the green bamboo wine in the wine jar.

"It's the last time." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, and turned the wine jar in his hand upside down.

The wine was sprinkled on the grass, the grass swayed, the wild flowers were wet with the wine dew, and their heads were slightly lowered.

Fang Yuan stood there, staring around with the last hope.

The night was dark by now.

A thick cloud cover obscures the moonlight here.

The darkness of shadows is like a curtain, covering this bamboo forest.

The surroundings were silent, green spears and bamboos stood alone, leaving silhouettes straight up and down in Fang Yuan's eyes.

He stood quietly in place, listening to his very clear breathing, and then felt the residual hope in his chest, which was constantly passing and empty.

"Is it still a failure?" he murmured in his heart, "Tonight, the three major advantages have been accumulated together, but none of them have succeeded, and no trace of the wine bug can be found. This means that the success rate in the future will be lower. The next two primordial stones need to refine Moonlight Gu. I can't take any more risks."

Risky outcomes are often unsatisfactory. But once it is the ideal result, 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 is red-eyed when he loses.

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

Now, five hundred years of life experience told him that it was time to stop.

Sometimes, life is like this, often there is such a goal, it is so beautiful and full of temptation. It seems to be close at hand, but after all the hardships, it can't be reached. It makes people toss and turn around and think about it.

"This is the helplessness of life, but also the charm of life." Fang Yuan shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and left.

Right now.

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

Floating clouds passed by, revealing a veiled crescent moon.

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

The moonlight poured into the green thatched bamboo forest, poured over the rocks, poured into the streams and mountains, poured over Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was wearing a plain shirt, and his young face was even whiter under the gentle touch of the moonlight.

The darkness seemed to subside in an instant, and it was replaced by snow-like blooms all over the place.

Seemingly infected by the moonlight, the silent nightingale began to chirp again, this time not just one, but several, scattered in the bamboo forest, responding one after another.

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

They only come out at night, and the insects all emit red light.

At first glance, Fang Yuan saw that this group of dragon pill crickets was like a jumping red water, stepping on the green grass and wild flowers, leaping forward in the bamboo forest under the moon.

The bamboo forest is like stagnant water and empty, and the jasper green spear bamboo flashes with brilliance like jade under the moonlight.

The willows are dark and the flowers are bright. At this moment, nature shows Fang Yuan her beauty and beauty.

Fang Yuan stopped unconsciously, feeling like he was in a fairyland.

He was about to turn and leave, but now he turned around and looked again subconsciously.

The wild flowers and grasses where the green bamboo wine was poured, trembled slightly in the wind, and still nothing.

Fang Yuan laughed and looked away.

However.

Unexpectedly, in the process of raising his eyes, he saw a little white snow shadow.

This snow shadow was attached to a green spear and bamboo pole not far away, and in the moonlight, it was like a round pearl hanging.

Fang Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled slightly, his heart throbbed, and he jumped faster and faster.

It's a wine bug!