He raised his head and looked at Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu's expression was a bit strange, and Qingqing's girl also widened her eyes.

Their speculations about the appearance of the mountain ghost were completely lost.

This guy is not handsome, but he is not ugly either.

He has a thin face, with a melon seed shape, a bit rough skin and not big eyes, but his two eyebrows are very distinctive, thorning upwards and bent downwards at the end.

Typical eyebrow.

Paired with those sharp and calm eyes, it adds a hint of indifference to this incredible face.

He is not old.

Chen Qiu guessed this correctly. Judging from his appearance, the mountain ghost is at most 25 years old.

"I thought Brother Shangui would be more heroic."

Qingqing murmured to herself in disappointment.

This girl has drunk too much and is a little nonsense, but she has the potential to be a wine lover.

"Come on, have a drink."

Chen Qiu smiled and picked up the wine bowl to the mountain ghost. The latter hesitated a little. He looked at the wine that was not very clear in the bowl, and he said hoarsely:

"I never drink."

"After drinking, you feel drowsy, and your reaction will slow down."

"There are no enemies."

Chen Qiu glanced at Qingqing and lowered his voice and said:

"People can't always be tense. Brother Gongsun, if the spring is pressed for too long, it will lose its elasticity. Uh, you don't know the spring, that's all right."

"But today, I'll see Qingqing and me off for a drink."

"See you next time, I don't know when it will be."

This sentence seemed to touch the mountain ghost.

He picked up the wine bowl and met Shen Qiu. The two looked at each other and drank the wine in the bowl.

"happy."

Chen Qiu hasn't tasted wine for a long time.

After being beaten in his previous life, he spent a long time drinking to drown his sorrows. He lingers in the noisy nightclub every day, and the beauties around him changed one after another.

Ah, it was such a period of dissolute years. Now when I think about it, it was like the past life...

Wait, that seems to be really a past life.

"Senior brother, it's baked, it's baked!"

After Chen Qiu and Shan Gui drank three bowls, Qingqing pushed Chen Qiu impatiently and pointed at the roasted venison that was rippling from the bonfire. Chen Qiu handed one of the two daggers he brought from Lord Dutong to Qingqing.

He said:

"If you want to eat, cut it yourself. Be careful not to get scalded. Cut it down and put it in the seasoning. Wait until it is cold before eating."

"oh"

Qingqing responded, and she grabbed the dagger and ran to the bonfire.

After Qingqing left the table, Chen Qiu looked at the mountain ghost. He slowly took out a rolled piece of paper with unknown material from his clothes on his chest.

He put the paper on the table and pushed it to the mountain ghost.

The latter picked it up in confusion and glanced at it before he began to read.

The ancient words on this scroll can only be understood a little, but only those few words wake up the mountain ghost from the slightest drunkenness.

"This piece of paper is what my master has raised from the ancient tomb, the so-called relics of the immortals."

Chen Qiu held the wine bowl and said in a voice that only he and the mountain ghost could hear:

"Jingqing and I almost died for this thing. The old man was afraid that he would lose his life. Qingqing gave it to me... It was indeed a very interesting thing."

He whispered:

"There is an immortal gate in Taihang that is prosperous for thousands of years."

"The shadows confuses the sun and the moon, and the Taoist artifacts tell Xuanming."

"Once one day, prosperity falls, regrets will be left with all the youth."

"If you have someone who is destined to be, take my inheritance, shape my mountain gate, practice my true method, and walk again... the road to heaven."

After reading Chen Qiu's poem, the mountain ghost opposite had already quietly held the Chengying Sword in his hand.

Chen Qiu told the deepest secret in his heart.

But Chen Qiu didn't care about the murderous aura in front of him. He reached out and snatched the paper that depicted the location of the Taihang Immortal Gate site.

As the mountain ghost was watching, Chen Qiu raised his left hand gently.

The relics of the immortal family worth thousands of gold were floating in the bonfire burning with roasted venison.

The girl Qingqing shouted to eat meat, but at this time she had already tilted her head and leaned against the chair and fell asleep. She didn't notice the confrontation between Chen Qiu and Shan Gui.

The paper fell into the fire and quickly ignited. In just a blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of sparks that had risen and disappeared completely into the world.

This scene made the mountain ghost's eyes widen.

Chen Qiu shrugged and placed the thick porcelain bowl next to his mouth. He said vaguely:

"You found it, right?"

"This sword and your sword skills are obtained from that ruins. No wonder ghosts are so, they are not like ordinary sword moves. They are really lucky, Brother Gongsun, you are more like the protagonist than me..."

"you..."

The mountain ghost looked at Chen Qiu in surprise. He held the hand of Chengying Sword and opened it easily.

Chen Qiu put down the porcelain bowl and seemed to be drunk.

He staggeredly poured the last little wine into the bowl, and he said to the mountain ghost:

"This matter is known to heaven and earth, you know to me, and Qingqing girl's mind cannot think of this level. If there is a third person in this world who knows about this, you can hold Chengying and take my head!"

"But Brother Gongsun, I made this vow not because I want to repay my kindness, nor because I want to threaten you."

"Bang"

Chen Qiu smashed the porcelain bowl on the table, and he said to the mountain ghost:

"It's because I treat you as a brother, even if you think I'm a high-spirited person or have ulterior motives... Time will tell you everything."

"Drunk."

Chen Qiu patted his head, stood up shakingly, and said to the mountain ghost:

"I'll help me deal with this venison. Brother Gongsun, Qingqing and I will eat it tomorrow."

"Also, I said, I'm heartbroken, and you can help me."

Chen Qiu let out a breath, he pointed to the black long sword at Gongsun Yu's hand, and he said:

"I want to watch Chengying, but I only borrowed it for one night. Can I?"

The mountain ghost did not answer.

The mountain wind blows, and the black shadow breaks through the sky. Chen Qiu reaches out and grabs it, and the shadow of the Taoist artifact falls into his hand.

There was also the low voice of the mountain ghost.

"Can!"

"Hey, I told you, don't throw things around, it's not good to smash flowers and plants."

"What's more, it's such a dangerous thing. If I'm slowing down, you will have to take Qingqing to weed my grave today next year."

"Stop talking nonsense, use it and return it tomorrow morning, you... a sand sculpture."
Chapter completed!