Chapter 239 Departure 1
"Sword!" Qianqiu shouted softly and saw that Qianluo, who had just stood up, turned into a white light and entered the Qingfeng Sword.
The Qingfeng sword buzzed and flew into Qianqiu's hands with a 'swd' sound.
Qianqiu held the green sword, and awe-inspiring sword went straight to the sky, making the villagers feel that the air around them in the distance became fierce.
"No reply." Qianqiu jumped and split it with a sword.
The sound of the sword sounded with a split sound. Qianqiu stood in front of the turtle with a sword, but the huge turtle was torn apart.
A spiritual light lit up outside Qianqiu's body, blocking the blood stains of the turtles.
"Oh!!" After a shock, the villagers quickly reacted and cheered together.
"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time." Qianqiu turned around and said to the people behind him.
Only then did everyone remember that this kind of monster had appeared, and there must be more powerful monsters.
"Quickly, put everything into the carriage and get out of here quickly." Mr. Ye shouted at the villagers.
The Qingfeng sword in Qianqiu's hand shook, and Qianqiu frowned and shook the Qingfeng sword.
Qianluo reappeared outside and looked at the villagers for a period of sluggishness.
Qianqiu took the Qingfeng sword from Qianqiu's hand, held it in his arms, and followed Qianqiu.
Qianqiu shook his head and found that Qianluo had been unwilling to go back to the sword since he came out once.
With the threat of the seaside, these villagers who have been living on the sea for many years can't take care of anything else. As long as their lives are still there, everything else will be fine.
There are about hundreds of people in the whole fishing village. Usually, they can buy a few horses with their savings, so they bring everything they can bring, but there is no other trouble.
And the three elders were still sent by Qianqiu through the cloud disk.
Since Qianluo loves to stay outside so much, Qianqiu simply asked her to protect those villagers.
Qianluo stood among the villagers and quietly watched the villagers busy carrying some things into the carriage.
"Come on, Xian... Fairy, come on." An old man said to Qian Luo.
The old man shouted, and the young people sitting next to him suddenly became excited.
Qianluo's appearance is simply a fairy in their eyes, not to mention that she is a fairy, which is even more amazing. All the young people attentively let this seat.
Qianluo took a look at the old man, and then looked around and saw that everyone was in the carriage, so he no longer hesitated. He entered the carriage and sat on the ground. The green blade put the sword on his knees, and suddenly no one spoke.
A group of people sat in the carriage, quiet and not embarrassing.
Fortunately, these villagers are all big people. In a while, they talked about it enthusiastically. Only Qianluo sat there and opened his mouth from time to time.
By the time it got dark, most of the villagers behind had arrived at Xiawu Mountain, unloaded the urgently needed things and put them in their own rooms.
The village in Xiawu Mountain has a large ancestral hall, which is said to be an ancestral hall. In fact, there is a lobby in the front and an ancestral hall in the back.
At this time, Qianqiu, they all gathered in the lobby and sat at the big round table, which was full of dishes and warm wine.
Ye Lao and the other three elders sat at the top, and Qianqiu and Qianluo sat on both sides.
"Come on, drink." Ye Lao raised his glass and said to Qianqiu.
Qianqiu nodded and picked up the wine glass. Qianluo on one side also learned from Qianqiu to pick up the wine glass.
"Drink." In a word, all the people raised their glasses and drank.
There was a crisp sound, and everyone looked at it and saw that the glass in Qianluo's hand had been smashed and the wine was spilled on a table.
Qianluo frowned, then lowered his head and stretched out his tender red tongue.
"Hey... You can't drink this any more. Go and get another cup. Ye Lao grabbed Qianluo and said to one side.
The people next to him looked at Qianluo strangely, which was very strange.
Qianluo sat down and looked at the wine sprinkled on the table, with a faint confusion.
She has a lot of confusion. What is this? What do you do? Why don't you let her drink?
"Converce the sword spirit." Qianqiu looked at Qianluo and said.
Qianluo nodded and just shattered the cup because of his sword spirit.
Soon another cup was taken over, poured wine, and handed it to Qianluo.
Qianqiu took it and drank it all without thinking about it.
"Ha..." Qianluo drank it in one breath, smashed his mouth, and then put the cup on the table and looked straight at the wine pot.
“.... Would you like another drink?" Mr. Ye asked.
"Uh-huh." Qianluo nodded, so Mr. Ye asked someone to pour another cup for Qianluo.
"Hm..." Qianluo drank another glass and only felt the taste, which was very consistent with her breath, but she didn't feel the smell of alcohol at all.
"Uh-huh." Qianluo still looked at the wine pot as last time.
Ye Lao took a look at Qianqiu, Qianqiu's eyelids jumped, picked up a jar of unopened wine next to him, handed it over, and said, "Come on yourself."
Qianluo took over the wine jar, held it in his arms, broke the seal with a palm, and smelled his nose.
As his eyes lit up, Qianluo quickly poured a cup into the cup, and then raised it and drank it.
A table of people stared at Qianluo, which is not something ordinary people can have.
"Come on, let's drink." Mr. Ye quickly picked up the glass and said.
"Oh, okay." Everyone responded.
In spring, it is always warm and comfortable. At night, insects sing and flowers are fragrant, and the bright moon hangs high.
"Uh-huh." Qianluo held the wine jar and walked to Qianqiu with a glass.
At this time, everyone has dispersed. Qianqiu lives in a small courtyard, a typical farmyard, surrounded by trees, flowers and weeds have long been removed.
Qianqiu turned around and looked at Qianluo with a twitching cheek.
Looking back, there are a lot of wine jars.
It is said that this is a aging that villagers in small fishing villages have treasured for hundreds of years, and I don't know how these people will feel.
"Oh." The three elders took the account book and sighed with a sad face.
"What's wrong?" The second elder asked.
"I drank a total of 105 altars today." The heart of the three elders is like being stabbed by a needle.
"So many?" The second elder said with wide eyes.
"The whole village drank a total of 35 altars, that... Fairy... One person drank 20 jars. The three elders said.
"What about 50 altars?" The four elders asked.
Ye Lao coughed and said, "And the 50 altars, I gave it directly to the fairy."
"Ah..." Several elders exclaimed at the same time.
"They are leaving soon, but they will come back. They are immortals. As long as they still care about our small fishing village, we will make money. Why do we care about how many jars of wine?" Mr. Ye said.
The three elders nodded. This is indeed the truth. If there is no wine, it can be brewed again. This immortal cultivater can't be touched casually.
"Why don't... How many more altars?" The three elders said.
"How many more cellars are there?" The second elder asked.
"Hmm... Let me see, there are 130 jars in your grandfather's cellar, 125 jars in my grandfather's cellar, and 115 jars in his grandfather's cellar, plus the later and removing the one used tonight... Your grandfather's, there are so many more. I don't know about this. After a statistic, I found that there was already a lot of wine that could be eaten as a meal.
"Take this." Qianqiu handed Qianluo something, and Qianluo took it before he saw that it was a storage ring.
Although he didn't know anything else, he still knew the storage ring. Qianluo wore it in his hand and put all the wine that he hadn't drunk yet.
Qianqiu sat on the ground cross-legged, and Qianluo went to the steps, holding the cup in his hand and drinking wine in a glass of it.
Qianqiu looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and there was a 'grunt' and sigh of Qianluo drinking in his ear.
Suddenly, Qianqiu felt a little warm on his cheeks and turned around. It turned out that Qianluo poured a glass of wine and handed it over.
“...” Qianqiu stared at the glass for a while, then took the glass and drank it all.
Qianluo took back the wine glass and poured another cup for himself. After drinking it, he poured another cup for Qianqiu.
Qianqiu felt that his sword soul seemed to be born to drink, which made him feel extremely strange.
Qianqiu did not refuse. Qianluo handed it over and drank until...
"Enough, don't drink." Qianqiu frowned at the wine jar handed to him and said.
Qianluo withdrew the wine jar, reluctantly put it back into the storage ring, stared at the ordinary wine glass that could no longer be ordinary, and finally collected the storage ring.
That very reluctant appearance makes Qianqiu feel good.