About three hundred years ago, a genius appeared in the Guyue clan.
He was brimming with talent. He was still a young man, but he had already cultivated to the level of a Rank five Gu Master, with the possibility of advancing further. His name spread throughout Qing Mao Mountain, and he had boundless glory.
In the history of the Gu Yue clan, he was the fourth generation clan leader who was most famous.
Unfortunately, in order to protect his clansmen, the fourth generation clan leader fought against the Rank five Gu Master demon, the Flower Wine Monk. After an intense battle, he defeated the Flower Wine Monk and made the demon kneel and beg for mercy.
But in the end, the fourth generation clan leader was careless, and was sneakily attacked by the Flower Wine Monk.
The fourth generation clan leader angrily killed the Flower Wine Monk, but he himself was heavily injured and died young.
This tragic story had been passed down to this day, and was widely spread by the Guyue clan.
But Fang Yuan understood that this story could not be completely believed. Because there was a huge loophole in it.
In his previous life, a month later, a Gu Master who got drunk due to a breakup laid dead outside the village. In the end, the smell of wine attracted a Liquor worm.
The Gu Master chased the Liquor worm, and found the remains of the Flower Wine Monk in a secret underground cave, as well as his personal belongings.
The Gu Master hurried back to the clan and reported the matter, causing a huge commotion.
After the commotion died down, he also benefited from it. He obtained the Liquor worm, his cultivation increased, and the girlfriend who abandoned him chased him instead. This made him a famous person in the village.
Stories were passed down from generation to generation, so it was normal for it to change. But in Fang Yuan's memories, although the story of the Gu Master finding the treasure was extremely believable, he suspected that there might be other truths hidden in it.
"I didn't notice it at first, but these days I've been exploring and analyzing, and found something fishy about it." As the night deepened, Fang Yuan walked in the bamboo forest around the village, recalling all the known clues in his mind.
"Putting myself in his shoes, if I were that Gu Master and found the Flower Wine Monk's treasure, why didn't I take it for myself, but report it to the clan? Don't mention the clan's honor, humans are greedy. What made that Gu Master go against his heart and willingly give up all his benefits to report this to the clan's higher-ups? "
The truth was always hidden in the fog of history. Fang Yuan racked his brains, but to no avail.
After all, there were too few clues. There were only two clues, but they were also mixed and could not be fully trusted.
Fang Yuan couldn't help but think of himself, "No matter what, after buying this jar of Green Bamboo Wine, I only have two Yuan stone left. If he still couldn't find the inheritance, it would be troublesome. Today's action can be considered as staking everything on a single throw! "
However, he did not have enough Yuan stone to refine Gu worms. Instead, it was better to invest in this wine to increase the success rate of this trip.
If it was someone else, most of them would have collected Yuan stone step by step.
However, this was too inefficient for Fang Yuan. He would rather take the risk and fight.
People of the Devil Dao always liked to take risks.
At this moment …
The night deepened, and the spring moon hung like a bow.
Floating clouds covered the moonlight, as if covering the crescent moon with a thin veil.
Because of the three days and three nights of heavy rain, the turbid air in the mountains was washed clean, leaving only the purest fresh air.
Such fresh air was as pure as a piece of white paper, and was more conducive to the spread of the wine's fragrance. This was one of the reasons why Fang Yuan was so confident tonight.
"Only this area is left unexplored." Walking into a bamboo forest, he stopped.
The seven days of exploration were not without results. At least it proved that the Flower Wine Monk did not die in those places.
This was the second reason why Fang Yuan was so confident.
In the bamboo forest, the grass was luxuriant, the white flowers were endless, and the Green Spear Bamboos were straight like jade poles.
Fang Yuan opened the small jar's mud seal, and immediately a strong fragrance of wine assaulted his nose.
Green Bamboo Wine could be said to be the best wine in the Guyue village. This was the third reason why Fang Yuan was so confident tonight.
"With these three reasons, if I want to succeed, it must be tonight!" Fang Yuan secretly cheered in his heart, and slowly tilted the jar, pouring a small amount of Green Bamboo Wine onto a stone.
If those hunters saw this scene, they would definitely be distressed. This wine was worth a whole two primeval stones ….
But Fang Yuan was indifferent.
The mellow fragrance of the wine quickly spread. In the night, the wind was gentle, and the fragrance floated, soaking the bamboo forest.
Fang Yuan stood where he was, smelling the wine, and waited for a moment, but there was no movement.
He only heard a nightingale-like bird, not far away, its voice like a string of silver bells.
His eyes were calm, and he was not surprised. He moved his feet, turned around, and went to the next place a few hundred meters away.
At this place, he did the same thing, poured out some wine, and stood still for a moment.
He did this three or five times, changed a few places, and poured wine a few times. There was not much Green Bamboo Wine left in the jar.
"This is the last time." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart, and completely inverted the jar in his hand. The bottom of the jar was facing the sky, and he poured out all the remaining wine.
The wine spilled on the grass, and the grass swayed. The wild flowers were wet with the wine, and slightly drooped their heads.
Fang Yuan stood still, holding on to his last hope, and gazed around.
It was already late at night.
A thick cloud obscured the moonlight here.
The shadow was like a layer of curtain, covering the bamboo forest.
The surroundings were silent, the stalks of Qing Mao Bamboos stood alone, leaving behind straight up and down silhouettes in Fang Yuan's eyes.
He quietly stood in the same place, listening to his extremely clear breathing, and then feeling the little remaining hope in his chest, constantly fading away.
"Still failed." He murmured in his heart, "Tonight, three big advantages accumulated together, but still failed. I can't find the shadow of the Liquor worm. This means that the success rate will be even lower in the future. I only have two Yuan stone left, and I still need to refine the Moonlight Gu. I can't take any more risks. "
The result of taking risks was often not ideal. But if it was the ideal result, then the profits would be considerable.
Fang Yuan liked to take risks, but he was not addicted to gambling. He was not the kind of gambler who would lose red eyes and want to win back his losses.
He had his own bottom line, and he was clear about his own capital.
Now, five hundred years of life experience told him that it was time to stop.
Sometimes, life was like this. There was often such a goal, and it was so beautiful and full of temptation. It seemed to be close at hand, but no matter how much effort he put in, he could never reach it. It made people toss and turn, thinking about it day and night.
"This is the helplessness of life, but also the charm of life." Fang Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile, and turned around to leave.
At this time.
A gust of wind blew, like a gentle arm, gently brushing away the floating clouds in the night sky.
The floating clouds leisurely passed, revealing the hidden crescent moon.
The crescent moon hung in the sky, like a white jade cup, pouring the clear moonlight down.
The moonlight poured on the green bamboo forest, poured on the rocks, poured on the mountain streams, poured on Fang Yuan's body.
Fang Yuan wore a simple robe, his young face under the gentle touch of the moonlight, looked even whiter.
The darkness seemed to disappear in an instant, and was replaced by a snow-like frost.
As if infected by the moonlight, the silent nightingales began to sing again. This time, it was not just one, but several, scattered in the bamboo forest, responding one after another.
At the same time, a kind of Dragonpill cricket that lived in the mountains, under the moonlight, also sang the song of life.
They were insects that only came out at night, and their bodies emitted a red light. At this moment, they jumped out in groups, each of their bodies flashing with a red agate like brilliance.
At first glance, Fang Yuan thought that this group of Dragonpill crickets was like a jumping scarlet water, stepping on the grass and wild flowers, leaping in the bamboo forest under the moonlight.
The bamboo forest was as clear as a pool of water, and the green spear bamboo, under the moonlight, flashed with a jade-like brilliance.
There was light at the end of the tunnel, nature was showing its beauty to Fang Yuan at this moment.
Fang Yuan unconsciously stopped, feeling like he was in a fairyland.
He was about to turn and leave, but at this moment, he subconsciously turned back to look.
The wild flowers and grass that were poured with the green bamboo wine, slightly trembling in the wind, still empty.
Fang Yuan laughed at himself, withdrawing his gaze.
However.
He did not think that in the process of raising his eyes, he would see a white snow shadow.
This snow shadow was attached to a green spear bamboo pole not far away, under the moonlight, like a perfectly round pearl hanging.
Fang Yuan's pupils suddenly dilated, his body slightly trembled, his heart thumping faster and faster.
It was the Liquor worm!
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