Chapter 91: Seeing the moon in drunkenness gives birth to a hundred scenes (Two-in-one)

Since Feng Jihu said so, Cheng Xinzhan would not be polite and immediately started to choose.

First, he chose the trumpet flower that Feng Jihu had just used to cast the spell to transmit sound, also called morning glory. The butterfly-shaped flower was a type of orchid, with different colors on one plant, called the colorful butterfly orchid.

Then Feng Jihu took the initiative to dig up some flowers and plants with healing effects, such as white swallowwort, calamus, panax notoginseng, ginseng grass, etc. These could be used as medicine or to refine elixirs.

Finally, he had to choose a main tree for Cheng Xinzhan's cave to harmonize the five elements and feng shui.

"From what you said just now, you are in a bamboo forest, so you are not lacking in wood; there is a pool in the forest, so you are not lacking in water; you live in a stone cave, so you are not lacking in metal and earth. You are still lacking fire. If it's fire, choose a persimmon tree or a pomegranate tree! I'll take you to the orchard to dig up a big one, and it will bear fruit this year."

"Then a persimmon tree."

Cheng Xinzhan still preferred persimmon trees. In spring and summer, the branches were lush, and in autumn, the hanging fruits were red and fiery. In winter, after the autumn leaves had fallen, red and fiery persimmons hung on the twisted branches, like lanterns swaying in the white snow, which was extremely beautiful.

Especially in late autumn, when the white frost rose, picking a basket of persimmons to make persimmon cakes was truly delicious. When his mother was alive, he liked this taste the most.

So Feng Jihu brought the dug-up flowers and plants, led him out of the courtyard, and arrived at the orchard not far away, looking for an old persimmon tree with thick, short, and lush branches.

Feng Jihu was worthy of being the first to open the Wood Mansion. He pinched a spell, and the old persimmon tree seemed to crawl out of the ground by itself, and the roots automatically came out of the soil.

Feng Jihu held the old tree and let Cheng Xinzhan lead the way to Mingzhi Mountain, and he planted it by the way. And the flowers and plants he dug up just now were not just placed on the ground; the soil quality, sunlight, and water source were all particular.

Cheng Xinzhan was naturally happy, but he didn't have to let Feng Jihu hold the tree all the way. He took the tree and threw it into the cave stone; there was still enough space.

Feng Jihu was a bit surprised. He also had a cave stone, just a small grain, and it cost a lot of money. The space inside was only five feet square, and it couldn't hold this tree.

"You actually got such a good thing."

"I saved a rich young master outside, and he was wealthy and gave it to me."

Cheng Xinzhan said with a smile.

The two then left by riding clouds, one red cloud and one green cloud. It was reminiscent of the first time the two met, when Cheng Xinzhan was still riding a green cloud.

They landed straight next to the Wuyou Cave in the green bamboo forest of Mingzhi Mountain.

"This is a treasure land of yours, the scenery is unique!"

Feng Jihu praised.

"Not as elegant as your small courtyard, Daoist Brother."

The two complimented each other and started working. Feng Jihu was clearly an expert in arranging courtyards. He first cleared the green bamboo from Wuyou Cave to the pool, making the view much more open. He also reclaimed a medicinal field by the pool and planted the flowers and plants dug from Du Juan Valley, among which the calamus liked water and was placed on a reef in the pool.

Then he asked Cheng Xinzhan for the persimmon tree and placed it on the left front side of Wuyou Cave. It immediately played a finishing touch, making the bamboo forest not so monotonous and revealing the tender color of the green bamboo. It must be even more conspicuous in autumn and winter.

There were no tables or chairs in Wuyou Cave at the moment, so the two started making tables and chairs with the bamboo they had just cleared. They split the bamboo with swords, bent them with fire, and wove them with thoughts. Soon, several bamboo chairs were made. Finding that there was not enough bamboo, they opened a small path from the open space directly to the cliff edge. In the future, when landing on clouds, they would land directly here and follow the small path directly to the front of Wuyou Cave.

The cleared bamboo was not only woven into a long table, but also two extra bamboo couches were woven.

Finally, when the two finished tidying up, it was already sunset.

The two moved a bamboo couch to the edge of the cliff and lay half-way on it. Bai Gou also jumped up and lay on it happily.

Outside the cliff, the sea of clouds was vast, and the sun was like an orange.

"With such scenery, how can one not be reluctant to leave?"

Feng Jihu said leisurely.

"We seek longevity, isn't it just for this great river and mountain, and infinite beautiful scenery?"

Cheng Xinzhan echoed.

The two watched the sunset quietly and stopped talking. Bai Gou wagged its tail, rested its head on its master's lap, and dozed off. The setting sun plated Bai Gou with a golden edge.

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The sky gradually darkened, and the two and one dog arrived at the Little Wanshan Capital Kitchen Courtyard.

The banquet Cheng Xinzhan ordered this time was on an open-air platform, which was a large long table. The platform was full of persimmon trees and orange trees. At this time, the trees had not yet borne fruit, and what hung were fire-red lanterns in the shape of persimmons and oranges, illuminating the platform brightly.

When the two arrived, there were already a few people.

"Daoist Brother Wanhua!"

"Daoist Brother Lingzhi!"

"Qunyu!"

Cheng Xinzhan greeted them warmly.

Several people stood up and responded with smiles.

"You held this banquet in a timely manner. In the past two years, some have been in seclusion, and some have left the sect. Everyone hasn't gathered for a long time. Last year, many people opened their mansions, but because people couldn't gather, no one held a banquet. Now that everyone is here, we must have a good time tonight!"

Tian Lingzhi said with a loud laugh. He opened his mansion following He Jiyuan and opened the Wood Mansion. He is now a true disciple of an old Daoist on Nishan Mountain, with the Daoist name Jiangong, but he is a generation higher than those present.

Luo Wanhua opened the Water Mansion last winter and is now the junior brother of Pu Jixuan, with the Daoist name Jishi.

Nie Qunyu has not opened his mansion yet, but it is thought that it is not far off.

Everyone sat down and chatted happily. As they talked, people came in twos and threes, and gradually more people came.

"Daoist Brother Wanchun!"

Deng Wanchun arrived.

Deng Wanchun opened the Gold Mansion last autumn and is now concentrating on practicing flying swords on Toujian Mountain.

Following closely, accompanied by a huge voice, He Jiyuan also arrived.

"Eh?"

Everyone was laughing and talking when suddenly someone Cheng Xinzhan didn't know walked in.

And Feng Jihu, He Jiyuan, Luo Jishi, and others from Lantern Street stood up together,

"Xianyou!"

Hearing this name, Cheng Xinzhan guessed who the person was. Wang Xianyou, similar to Tian Lingzhi's status on Guteng Street in this batch, is the leader of Lantern Street. It is said that his comprehension is excellent, his Daoist methods are profound, and many people have received his guidance.

This is a person who lives up to his name, with wide robes and large sleeves, white clothes fluttering, hair disheveled and chest exposed, thin and fair, like a figure from the Wei and Jin dynasties.

However, this person's cultivation method is special, and opening the mansion is difficult. Yunqi was in seclusion when he entered the mountain, and he had not yet left seclusion when he left the sect. Unexpectedly, he met him today.

"I came uninvited. I left seclusion and returned to the street, only to find it empty. I asked around and found out that you were gathering for a banquet."

Wang Xianyou smiled and cupped his hands to apologize.

Everyone pulled him to take a seat and asked questions one after another,

"Xianyou, you finally left seclusion. Did you succeed in opening your mansion?"

"What mansion did Daoist Brother open?"

"..."

And Wang Xianyou looked at Cheng Xinzhan, "This little brother is unfamiliar; I have never seen him before."

Feng Jihu introduced them, "Xinzhan, this is Wang Xianyou, who entered the sect in the same year as me and is registered on Baicao Mountain. Xianyou, this is Xinzhan. Xinzhan is his Daoist name. He is now a true disciple of Master Sukong Yu on Mingzhi Mountain. His secular surname is Cheng, and he entered the sect after you went into seclusion."

Wang Xianyou's eyes lit up, "Little brother is originally a talent of heaven, opening the mansion in two years, which is rare. It is me, the older brother, who has wasted years." Cheng Xinzhan smiled and replied, "Daoist Brother is too modest. It is a pity that you were in seclusion and I have never received your guidance on cultivation."

Several people sat down, and Wang Xianyou then said,

"After two years of seclusion, I finally achieved something. Gold and Water opened together, ranking among the true disciples, with the Daoist name Miaoyuan."

It was actually opening two mansions at the same time!

Everyone was surprised for a while, no wonder he was in seclusion for so long. As for his high generation, everyone had long known that he was registered under an old elder on Baicao Mountain, so it was not strange.

Cheng Xinzhan also knew that there were mountains beyond mountains.

When the last few people arrived, the banquet officially began, and wine and food were served like flowing water.

"Tonight, good friends gather, but there is no moon above, which is a pity!"

Wang Miaoyuan sighed.

Everyone echoed, the moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, and nothing could be seen.

Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said, "There is no moon, but there is wine. Why don't you all try the strong wine I brought back from the Miao border?"

He took out a jar of white knives given by the Miao village and filled it for everyone.

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"Gentlemen, drink to your heart's content!"

"Drink to your heart's content!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank.

"So spicy!"

"So strong!"

"Good wine!"

Everyone's reactions were different. Seeing that some people were spicy to tears, Cheng Xinzhan couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, Wang Miaoyuan looked weak, but he fell in love with this coarse and strong wine in one sip. He drank it all in one gulp, his chest began to turn red, and he came to find Cheng Xinzhan to add wine.

"Good little brother, fill it up again!"

After the first round of wine, the strong wine stimulated everyone's desire to talk, and they began to talk about everything. Those who opened their mansions talked about their thoughts on two or three mansions, those who didn't open their mansions asked about the keys to opening the mansions, and some who hadn't left the sect asked about the scenery outside the mountains they had traveled to.

When the wine reached the second round, someone suddenly pointed to the sky and said,

"Look, the moon is out!"

Everyone looked up, and sure enough, a bright moon hung high, emitting snow-white and clear brilliance, illuminating the outline of the dark clouds next to it clearly.

Wang Miaoyuan was overjoyed to see the moon and said,

"Fellow Daoists, there is wine and a moon. Why don't we perform magic to help the fun and use it as a side dish for wine?"

Everyone said it was good and asked him how to perform magic and what to compare.

Wang Miaoyuan thought for a while and said,

"We all have different cultivation attributes and different magic veins. To be fair, it is not appropriate to compare the five elements, nor is it appropriate to compare sword arts, talisman arts, etc."

Everyone thought it made sense. Among these people, each had their own strengths in the five elements, and some were good at using swords, while others were good at drawing talismans, so it was not easy to compare.

"Then Miaoyuan, how do you say we should compare?"

Wang Miaoyuan had an idea and said, "How about comparing illusion arts, and it must be named. Let's take the moon as the theme. One person recites a poem about the moon, and another person must use illusion arts to conjure up the scenery in the poem. Everyone evaluates it. If the illusion is good, the person who sets the question drinks wine. If it is not good, the person who answers the question drinks wine. How about that?"

When everyone heard it, they felt that what Wang Miaoyuan said was interesting and agreed one after another.

Wang Xianyou laughed, "Then let's start with me. I'll set the question, Jihu will answer, and we'll take turns in a circle on the left hand. Finally, Xinzhan will set the question, and I will answer."

Everyone nodded.

He held his wine glass, looked up at the moon, thought for a while, and chanted,

"The flying mirror in the sky under the moon, clouds give birth to sea buildings."

When everyone heard it, they said, "It's the poem of the Green Lotus Hermit!"

Feng Jihu listened with a faint smile. After thinking for a while, he pinched a few spells with both hands and pointed outside the banquet platform.

Everyone saw such a scene slowly appearing outside the cliff:

A great river came from afar, flowing past the banquet. Everyone seemed to be drinking by the river. The great river flowed slowly, and the calm lake reflected the bright moon in the sky, as if a bright mirror had fallen from the sky. The smoke and waves on the great river were vast, and the water vapor was filled, actually forming high-rise city buildings, as if it were a mirage of a street market somewhere.

It was like true and like illusion.

"Good! Good!"

Everyone applauded and cheered.

"Good illusion art, Miaoyuan should drink wine!"

Everyone made a judgment.

Wang Miaoyuan laughed, willing to bet and lose, and drank a bowl of white knives in one gulp.

At this time, it was Feng Jihu's turn to set the question. He thought for a while and said:

"The bright moon on Dongting is a thousand miles away, the cool wind and geese cry, the sky is in the water."

The one who answered was Luo Jishi. He thought for a while, but scolded Feng Jihu for increasing the difficulty, "Good you Jihu, your question is not about the moon, but about the cry of the geese!"

When everyone heard it, they all reacted. Yes, the previous sentence "The flying mirror in the sky under the moon, clouds give birth to sea buildings" was a static scene, but the first half of the poem Feng Jihu chanted was simple, but the second half was difficult, and it also needed to add the sound of geese crying in the illusion.

Luo Jishi was clearly confident. He pointed outside the cliff and spat out a stream of smoke. The smoke rolled and spread, turning into a great marsh in front of everyone. The boundary gradually faded and merged with the night, as if there was no boundary, which could be considered as conjuring the feeling of a thousand miles.

"Jia-Jia——"

The lake reflected the bright moon, and the sound of geese suddenly came from afar, and a cool wind rose, blowing wrinkles on the lake water.

"Good, good!"

Everyone applauded and cheered again.

Feng Jihu shook his head when he saw this, admitted defeat, and drank wine. He was not good at strong wine, choked a few times, and made everyone laugh.

Proceeding like this, some won, some lost, some people's illusions were vivid, making people feel as if they were in the scene, but some people's illusions were too rough, just like He Jiyuan, he responded to "Looking at the wild fields alone in front of the door, the moon is bright and the buckwheat flowers are like snow," and the buckwheat flowers under the moonlight were blurred into a piece, which attracted everyone's ridicule and punished himself with a cup.

And Cheng Xinzhan responded to "The bright moon on the ridge is far away from the pass, and the pedestrians on the ridge play the flute at night," but he conjured the border pass under the bright moon extremely exquisitely, thanks to the fact that he had built a view in his mind, which was really simple for him, and even the tiles and bricks were conjured clearly. A pedestrian appeared on the pass, holding a Qiang flute and playing an ancient song, which drew bursts of applause.

And the question Cheng Xinzhan set for Wang Xianyou was "Ten thousand acres of waves shake the moon into pieces, and the lotus flowers are fragrant in the wind and dew all day."

This not only requires conjuring the water surface rippling and shaking the moon shadow, reflecting the waves, but also requires the touch and smell of the wet wind blowing on the face and the lotus flowers sending fragrance.

When everyone heard it, they all said that Cheng Xinzhan's question was difficult.

But Wang Miaoyuan laughed after hearing it and kept saying it was not difficult. He saw him pinching seals one after another and throwing out three formation flags. The formation flags quickly disappeared into the void, and soon, a large lake appeared in the void. The water on the lake rippled, shaking the moon shadow, and the sparkling waves were cold and biting.

There was also a breeze blowing on the face, the night dew was wet and cold, mixed with bursts of lotus fragrance.

This scene pushed the banquet atmosphere to the highest point. Not only did Cheng Xinzhan admit defeat and drink wine, but everyone drank happily with the fragrance of lotus.

After I don't know how many rounds of wine, everyone was dead drunk and fell to the ground one by one to sleep.

Cheng Xinzhan was clearly drunk to the point of not being able to do it, but he held on to his eyelids. Seeing that Wang Miaoyuan, who had the best drinking capacity, finally fell to the ground drunk, he exhaled lightly, waved his sleeves, and fell to the ground.

And at this time, looking at the sky, where is there any bright moon? The bright moon has been in the dark clouds and has not shown its head all night.

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