Bamboo forest under the moon, a little pearl snow

About 300 years ago, a genius figure appeared in the ancient moon clan.

He is talented and young, and has already reached the level of a five turn Gu master, with the possibility of further development. The renowned Qingmao Mountain boasts infinite scenery and is entrusted with hope and responsibility by the people of the tribe.

He is the most renowned four generation chieftain in the history of the ancient Yue tribe.

Unfortunately, the four generations of tribal leaders fought against the demon headed Flower Wine Walker, who was also a Five Turn Gu master, in order to protect their people. Although he defeated the Flower Wine Walker after a fierce battle and made the demon kneel down to beg for mercy.

But in the end, the fourth generation clan leader was accidentally ambushed by the Flower Wine Walker.

The fourth generation angrily killed the Flower Wine Walker, but he also suffered serious injuries and passed away at a young age.

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

But Fang Yuan understands that this story cannot be fully believed. Because it already has a huge loophole.

A month later in his previous life, a drunken sorcerer, who had been heartbroken, lay drunk outside the stronghold. As a result, the overflowing aroma of alcohol unexpectedly attracted a drunken bug.

The Gu master chased after the wine bug and discovered the remains of the Flower Wine Walker in an underground secret cave, along with the Flower Wine Walker's personal belongings.

The Gu master quickly returned to the family and reported the matter, causing a huge sensation.

After the storm gradually subsided, he also benefited from it, gained the wine bug, improved his cultivation, and abandoned his girlfriend instead of pursuing him. This incident made him a popular figure in the village for a while.

The story is passed down from generation to generation, and it is normal for it to take a different turn. However, in Fang Yuan's memory, although the claim that the sorcerer discovered the remains is extremely true and credible, he also suspects that there may be other truths hidden within it.

I hadn't noticed it yet, but these days I've been exploring and analyzing, and I've discovered something strange about this incident. "As the night grew darker, Fang Yuan walked in the bamboo forest around the mountain stronghold, reviewing and integrating all the known clues in his heart.

Putting myself in the shoes of the Gu master, if I were to discover the remains of the Flower Wine Walker, why didn't I just swallow them all and report them to the family? Don't mention the sense of honor in the family, everyone has greed. What prompted the Gu master to go against his desires and willingly sacrifice all his interests to report this discovery to the higher ups of the family

The truth is always hidden in the fog of history, and even after much contemplation, there is no result.

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

Fang Yuan couldn't help but think of himself: "Anyway, after buying this jar of green bamboo wine, I only have two yuan stones left on me now. If I can't find the treasure again, it will be troublesome. Today's move can be considered a desperate gamble

However, since he himself refines insects, Yuan Shi is not enough. Instead, it's better to invest in this wine to increase the success rate of this trip.

If it were someone else, most of them would have accumulated Yuan stones step by step.

But for the other party, this move is too inefficient. He would rather take risks and give it a try.

People in the underworld always enjoy taking risks.

At this moment.

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

Floating clouds obscure the moonlight, as if casting a faint veil over the crescent moon.

Because it had just rained heavily for three consecutive days and nights, the murky air in the mountains was washed away, leaving only the purest freshness.

This fresh air, pure as a blank sheet of paper, is more conducive to the spread of the aroma of wine. This is one of the reasons why Fang Yuan is full of confidence tonight.

Only this field remains unexplored. "He stopped at a bamboo forest.

The exploration in the first seven days was not without gains. At least it proves 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 grass is lush, the white flowers are endless, and the green spears and bamboo stand straight like jade poles.

Fang Yuan opened the mud seal of the small wine jar and suddenly a strong aroma of wine hit his nose.

Qingzhu liquor can be said to be the best liquor in Guyue Mountain Village. This is the third reason why Fang Yuan is full of confidence tonight.

With these three major reasons accumulated, if we want to succeed, it must be tonight! "Fang Yuan secretly encouraged himself while slowly tilting the wine jar, pouring a small stream of Qingzhu wine onto the stone.

If those hunters saw this scene, they would surely feel heartbroken. This wine is worth a whopping two yuan stones

But Fang Yuan remained indifferent.

The mellow aroma of the wine quickly spread out, and in the night, the gentle breeze and subtle fragrance floated, soaking the bamboo forest.

Fang Yuan stood still, smelling the aroma of the wine, waiting for a moment, but there was no movement.

I only heard a nightingale like bird singing not far away, its voice like a string of silver bells.

His gaze remained calm and unsurprising, he moved away and turned to the next place several hundred meters away.

Here, he followed the same procedure and poured out another stream of wine, standing still and waiting for a moment.

So many times, after turning around a few times and pouring the wine several times, there was very little Qingzhu wine left in the wine jar.

This is the last time, "Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, completely inverted the wine jar in his hand, with the bottom of the jar facing upwards, and poured down all the remaining wine.

The wine spilled in the grass, causing the grass to sway and the wildflowers to wet the wine dew, slightly lowering their heads.

Fang Yuan stood still, gazing around with last hope.

At this moment, the night is already deep.

A thick cloud covered the moonlight here.

The shadow and darkness are like a curtain, covering this bamboo forest.

The surroundings were silent, with each green spear and bamboo standing alone, leaving silhouettes straight up and down in Fang Yuan's eyes.

He stood quietly in place, listening to his extremely clear breathing, and then feeling the residual hope in his chest, constantly flowing away and empty.

Is it still a failure? "He murmured in his heart." Tonight, the three major advantages have accumulated together, but none of them have succeeded, and we cannot find the shadow of the wine bug. This means that the success rate in the future will be even lower. I only have two elemental stones left on me now, and I still need to refine the Moonlight Charm. I can't take any more risks

The outcome of adventure is often not ideal. But once it is an ideal outcome, the returns are bound to be considerable.

Fang Yuan likes adventure, but he is not fond of gambling. He is not the kind of gambler who is blinded by losses and wants to make a profit.

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

Now, with five hundred years of life experience, it's time for him to stop.

Sometimes, life is like this, often with a goal that is so beautiful and full of temptation. Seemingly close at hand, but after all the twists and turns, it is always impossible to achieve. Make people toss and turn, sleep and think.

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

At this moment.

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

Floating clouds passed by leisurely, revealing the obscured crescent moon.

The crescent moon curves and hangs in the sky, like a white jade cup, pouring down the clear and watery moonlight.

The moonlight falls on the green bamboo forest, on the rocks, on the streams and valleys, and on Fang Yuan's body.

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

The darkness seemed to fade away in an instant, replaced by a snow like frost on the ground.

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

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

They are insects that only come out at night and emit red light on their bodies. At this moment, they jump out in groups, each shining with a red agate like radiance.

At first glance, Fang Yuan saw the group of dragon balls and crickets like a jumping stream of red water, stepping on green grass and wildflowers, leaping through the bamboo forest under the moon.

In the bamboo forest, there is clear water, and the emerald green spear bamboo shines brightly like jade under the moonlight.

At this moment, nature reveals its beauty and radiance to Fang Yuan.

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

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

The wildflowers and grass, drenched in green bamboo wine, trembled slightly in the wind, still empty.

Fang Yuan chuckled at himself and withdrew his gaze.

However.

During the process of raising his eyes, he saw a white snow shadow.

The snow shadow was attached to a nearby green spear bamboo pole, like a round pearl hanging in the moonlight.

Fang Yuan's pupils suddenly dilated, his body trembled slightly, and his heart thumped, then he jumped faster and faster.

It's a wine bug!