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A round of red sun, climbed Weihuang Mountain, crossed the Shigang courtyard, and then slowly fell to the horizon.

The silent autumn night quietly came, and the vast darkness once again shrouded all directions.

Inside, it seems, the scene is still the same.

Two people, one holding the wine jar and the other holding the wine bowl. But there is less laughter and laughter, and it looks a little dull. Xu is the entrance of the wine, more pathos, more bitter, chewing, as if deeply in it, there is a kind of panic that there is no escape.

Ling'er let out a breath of wine and stared with her eyes.

Someone, who had been free and casual and careless, sat in front of her, but at this time he turned his back and drank alone.

Ever since he learned about the changes in Shenzhou, he seemed to be a different person.

The legend of him is brutal and ferocious, cunning and changeable, arrogant and domineering. And in front of him, he was depressed and sad because of the death of his deceased?

In other words, this is the real him, compared with the down-and-out son of the year, in addition to his cultivation is very different, but his temperament is the same as before. Even though he is also wandering, he is still as lonely as ever. At this time, looking at his lonely back, it seems that he has returned to a late autumn afternoon. The remnants of the cold pool are sad, and they indulge in the eternal and get drunk: sleeping in the clouds, the flowers are slanting, and the sunset butterflies are flying in the dream......

It was that unexpected encounter that hit him off at first sight. Or his melancholy eyes, bad smile, and uninhibited casualness make his curiosity arouse his curiosity, and he can't help but want to approach him and see how his world and scenery are different.

And curiosity, after all, is curiosity.

After he left Shenzhou, many calamities followed. Busy struggling to survive every day, he gradually forgot the past. Who would have thought that after many years, the forgotten person would reappear, as if he was destined to reincarnate, always meeting him unexpectedly, even if there was a parting, it was just for the next reunion at the next intersection.

Fate!

Not to mention that he is a down-and-out son, a poor scholar, or a disciple of Qi refining, or a master of immortal dao. With him, he had no scruples, no defenses, like a confidant for many years, detached from worldly common sense......

I don't know if it's because I'm distracted, or if I'm drunk, Ling'er suddenly felt a little confused, and even her face was a little hot. She put down the bowl and reached out to stroke her cheeks. And the smart fingers had just touched the ugly birthmark, and her expression was full of faint struggle and hesitation.

At the same time, someone spoke out again -

"Old Dao, you should wait for me to go back, wait for me to break the barrier, and tell you about the world outside the territory, what happened over the years......"

Perhaps he was silent for too long, or he was depressed, and his blameless voice became hoarse and low. He hugged the wine jar, and there was a burst of "goo, goo, goo". The splash of wine poured all over the face. Unconsciously, he put down the wine jar with a "bang", shook his head weakly, and continued to talk to himself-

"And you didn't say goodbye, along with Taixu and so on, many old guys died...... If you let me go back, who else can I quarrel with, and who else can I find to be angry......"

"The Divine Continent is so big, and only you are the only one who tolerates me, protects me, and helps me and saves me more than once...... What about the neighbors who are door to door, and the friendship of eating in a pot...... And when it comes to friendship, it doesn't stop there...... You and I go to the Qinglou, fight in groups, go to the battlefield, share joys and sorrows, and share hardships and hardships......"

Ling'er sat behind someone and quietly listened to a touching friendship. Unexpectedly, when she heard the words "visiting the Qinglou and fighting in groups", she couldn't help but be slightly stunned. A sloppy disciple and a sloppy old man, drunk and prostitute, crazy and fighting, just ask, what kind of friendship is that?

"Old Dao, do you remember Cai Niang's fish drum tune?"

Without blame, he grabbed out a jar of wine and drank it all with his head held high. "Bang Dang" threw the wine jar, then clapped his hands with high fives, shook his head, and continued to speak: "The wind and snow block the ten thousand mountains, the thousands of armies are in full swing, or it is also the golden iron horse vow not to return, the old father, wife and children are looking forward to the door, Xiaomengyan, and the hometown is far away...... The blood blooms in the spring of the world, there are many souls who have lost their families, and they see that the lonely tears are brewed into a bottle of wine, the willow shore Lanting Yan has not returned, the twilight is late, and the wind and shadows are chaotic......"

Oh, he began to sing. Is this remembering the deceased and being sad, or is it not forgetting the luxury and wandering, reminiscing about the past ups and downs?

Ling'er couldn't help but raise the wine bowl and drank a big sip of wine with hatred.

"Lao Dao, although you pretend to be crazy and stupid, you have the world in your mind, and your realm is transcendent, which can be called a model for elders and a rare mentor and friend. Don't you hear it, it's snowing so much, the road is cut off, you get drunk and go away, where is the wind and the moon......"

Another jar was thrown out, and another jar was raised high.

"I laughed at you for my compassion and compassion, but now I know your good intentions! There is a saying, when the wind and snow are in time, where to find flowers to bloom, and then step on the sky, and the spring breeze outside the clouds will ......."

While pouring wine, Wu Blame reminisced about the past.

"You are a good man, and good people don't live long. Can you pinch and calculate, have you calculated your own calamity? Maybe you have already seen through your fate, but you are obsessed with it, only for the world to relieve misfortune, and do not hesitate ......to fatalize your will?

He kept narrating and asking himself, as if he had come to a great understanding, but his words were reversed and his words were inarticulate. At this, he let out another strange laugh.

Ling'er was secretly stunned, looked confused, hesitated slightly, and quietly moved her body.

And the strange laughter suddenly disappeared, and the choking sound began again—

"Old Dao, you are dead and clean, and I am still ignorant, who to ask for advice, who to talk to......

Ling'er leaned closer and tilted her head to watch.

Someone's body exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and his originally fair face was also dyed red, and two lines of tears came out of his eyes......

"You're drunk...... Tears ......"

A head suddenly sticks out from his side, catching him off guard. He stumbled and turned his head to dodge, but he didn't forget to defend himself, and shouted—

"I'm not drunk...... The wind is big and squints......"

"You......"

Ling'er wanted to accuse, but she couldn't bear it, so she stretched out her hand and pushed it, looking very helpless.

Someone's temperament, which has not changed in the slightest, is an excuse for tears, and there is nothing new. And his grief is very true, otherwise he will not restrain his cultivation, this is to find solace from drunkenness. And when the wine is sorrowful, how can it be unbearable?

Sure enough, Wu Blame was already drunk and confused, but he grabbed it with both hands, and said hurriedly: "Bring the wine-"

"Here you go!"

Ling'er picked up a jar of wine and handed it over, but she couldn't help but comfort-

"Life and death are impermanent, and mourning is changeable. What's more, that Qi San person is nothing more than a confidant of wine and meat......"

"Goo, goo-"

A jar of wine bottoms out, and the empty wine jar falls to the ground with a "bang".

Wuyi turned his head and glared, spitting out wine and said, "Confidant of wine and meat, don't you understand ......?"

"Why don't you understand?"

"Qi Lao Dao is my elder and the guide of my immortal path. Without him, I wouldn't have entered the Immortal Gate, nor would I have chased the purple smoke ......."

"Who's Purple Smoke?"

"Ah...... What's your business?"

Although he was drunk and hazy, his mind was still there, and he noticed the loss of words and stared at him again.

"It's none of my business?"

Ling'er was suddenly reprimanded, with an aggrieved face, pursed her small mouth, and her chest rose and fell. And in an instant, she suddenly smashed her fist-

"Boy, am I your brother?"

"yes......"

Blameless was punched in the shoulder, and said blankly: "What ...... hit me?"

Ling'er's fist did not focus. But it also shows that when she is gentle, she is as quiet as a virgin, and when she is fierce, it is scary enough. Remembering the Xuanwu Cliff back then, she never retreated half a step in the face of the master of the Xuanhuo Gate.

"Since they are brothers, why can't they put their hearts in their hearts, but hide them and deliberately hide them?"

"No......"

"Who is Purple Smoke?"

"Well, if you want to listen, I'll ......"

There is no blame for dodging, so I have to agree. He grabbed the wine jar and poured a few sips of wine, and then told the story of his past with Ziyan.

And a Qi San person can make him mess up. The purple smoke hidden in his heart by him was even more of an unspeakable pain. If it weren't for Ling'er's compulsion, and the uncontrollable drinking, or fate, I am afraid that he would never bring up the old things again.

“...... At that time, I was still a teacher in Fenghua Valley. On a rainy night in May, the fallen purple smoke came to stay overnight. I fell in love with her at first sight, and she was a disciple of Lingshan, a fairy in white, how could she fall in love with a poor scholar. And if I don't give up, I'm going to Lingshan to find her. There is a poem that says, the wind and rain in May are the most lingering, the fairy is amorous and falls into the mortal world, the knock on the door in the middle of the night is urgent, and the lonely lamp of whose house shines sleeplessly......"

"You didn't cultivate at that time, how did you get to the Lingshan Immortal Gate......

Ling'er saw that Wujiao no longer hid it from her, so she also sat aside honestly, and in addition to being curious, there was a faint jealousy in her words.

"You have to try it to find out! Not to mention going to Xianmen, I was also forced by the situation...... Fortunately, with Qi Laodao's talisman, there are a few more cents...... And by chance, he accidentally got the Nine-Star Divine Sword, and thus embarked on the immortal path, but he was tortured several times...... In the end, although I got what I wanted, how could I be jealous of my face......"

"In this way, Qi Sanren is your senior teacher, and Ziyan has achieved your immortal fate......"

"Hmmm......"

The blameless grief did not stop, and he was touched by the past and heartbroken, and his mood fell into depression again, and he staggered and grabbed the wine jar.

Ling'er handed over a jar of soju and picked up the wine bowl in his hand.

"This bowl of wine, I respect Sister Ziyan, her kind-heartedness, and her innocence!"

"Drink ...... together"

"As you said, three years of perseverance, a hundred days together, but the sky is jealous, and the true love is only waiting to be remembered......"

"It's rare to have true love in life, and it'......s enough to stay together for a hundred days"

"This bowl of wine, I salute Sister Ziyan, thank her for understanding you and pituring you, and she does not hesitate to exhaust the last ray of life, waiting for you to return......"

"You thank her......"

Blameless drank a few jars of soju one after another, and became even more drunk and hazy.

saw that Ling'er beside him lost his fierce posture and became well-behaved, and lowered his head slightly, his eyes were red. She was obviously also moved by that true love and was saddened by it. It's just that her words of gratitude seem to reveal a helpless grievance,

Wu Blame didn't think much about it, and when he picked up the wine jar, he drank wildly. When he dropped the empty wine jar, he only felt in a trance. And he still didn't urge the mana, and let the drunken dizziness hit. He swayed from side to side, muttering softly to himself—

"Pegasus is red dust, waving sleeves and purple smoke, deep in the clouds of Sendai, looking back at the two and missing ......"

It's like returning to the Red Dust Valley, where a couple of people paint side by side, walk hand in hand, and get along day and night.

In the hands of Wu Blame, there is an extra wooden comb.

"That day, Ziyan combed my hair......"

He looked at the wooden comb in his hand, as if he was about to walk into the snowy valley, but he could no longer support the wine, and slowly poured it down......

Ling'er on the side took the wooden comb with his hand.

"Oh, no wonder the original Xuanwu Cliff, he insisted on wearing a cloak and ......"

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ps: Two people drank and wrote three chapters, which was very vulgar, and they couldn't help but write, and the feelings of men and women were written too finely, and they became romances, and the plot was difficult to connect. And in the end, the effort may not be thankless, and it will be a headache.