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Later, Tong Ru found out what he wanted to do through some method. The big demon in the group of demons and the island master Gu both discouraged him, but he insisted on going his own way, and even went so far as to go crazy, and then triggered a series of follow-up things. In the end, it was really like What Xu Yingzhi said, Tong Ru backfired, but personally pushed the Fuyao faction to the point where its blood was cut off.
"Second Senior Brother, you really know everything," Shuikeng said with emotion, and then his voice changed, "But when are you going to change me back?"
Li Yun: "This..."
Yan Zhengming also asked distractedly, "And your pile of useless grass is enough to raise sheep. Have you made the poison-avoiding pill?"
Li Yun: "I..."
"Then go quickly!" Yan Zhengming finished shouting, pushed away the chair and stood up and walked away, only saying, "I want to go back to sleep, don't disturb me."
The head's impetuous energy was almost beyond words, and the remaining three looked at each other in dismay.
The puddle heard a knock on the door, shook his feathers, jumped on the table for unknown reasons, and asked, "Who hired him?"
Her two senior brothers reflected for a moment each, looked at each other with "is it you" eyes, and shied the responsibility.
In the end, Cheng Qian was the first to be condemned by his conscience. He touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly, "It seems to be me."
Shuikeng and Li Yun said in unison, "What are you doing?"
Cheng Qian was actually more confused than the two of them. It seemed inexplicable, and the senior brother suddenly ignored him - he didn't look in his direction, he didn't answer his words, he either looked down and looked around when he spoke, or pretended to think about something, In short, it is completely as if he does not exist.
When he entered the room, Cheng Qian deliberately sat next to him, and as a result, their bizarre senior senior brother came to sit upright on the spot, his face was so stretched that he could pull it off as a trousers belt, and he looked awe-inspiring and inviolable. She covered her face with a fan and said, "My concubine is not selling herself."
The three of them looked at each other, and felt that each other's expressions were all "the chief took the wrong medicine again" and "the chief took the wrong medicine every day", so they had to separate.
Li Yun retreated for two days, and made a few bottles of anti-drug pills. don't know what it can be used for. Anyway, it is better than nothing. In the past two days, Shuideng felt that the power that trapped her back into human form gradually loosened. , So worked hard every day to practice with a bird body, much more diligently than when was a human being.
Sect Master Yan lived a life where he didn't walk out of the gate. Every day he didn't even see anyone, and he shouted to people outside through the door.
It has not been a day or two for the big brother to make trouble without reason. It has been a problem since he was a child. Cheng Qian’s usual method of dealing with it is to go back to practice silently.
But this time, Cheng Qian was always involuntarily distracted, thinking back and forth in his mind about what Li Yun, a member of True Dragon, had said that day.
Finally, Cheng Qian stood up silently, glanced at his spotless room and the cold water on the table, he felt his own indifference, he turned around and pushed open the door to go out, and silently landed outside Yan Zhengming's house, as if there were a The rustling leaves, not even a speck of dust, sat down on the slightly raised eaves.
This year is the fifteenth and sixteenth round of the moon. On the mid-autumn day, there is a little regret. The night sky in the southern border is clear and the moonlight is like a wash. After looking at it for a long time, it will feel a little dazzling. graceful.
When I was a child on Fuyao Mountain, every Mid-Autumn Festival, Master would take them to worship their ancestors and worship the moon like a family, and then lead them to the "Do not know" together to share cakes and fruits to eat. The master thought he had grown up. , I often asked Master to drink new wine, but Master always took him as a child to fool him, took a large pot of sweet-scented osmanthus syrup, mixed it with the wine at the bottom of the glass, let him taste it, and lied to him that it was authentic sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
Later, this little habit was saved by the senior brother to Qinglong Island. Every time you drink alcohol, you must mix it with sweet-scented osmanthus, otherwise it will not be the same as the taste.
The road to practice is long, and the annual festivals seem to be one point after another, and once they pass, it seems that the previous ones can also follow.
But Cheng Qian recalled these, and he felt that those long-term memories always seemed to be separated from the end of his fog.
He found that his blood was cold.
Cheng Qian suddenly turned down from the eaves.
At this time, the elderly shopkeeper had already rested, and only his daughter was left to settle the accounts. She was taken aback by Cheng Qian who suddenly appeared in front of her. Feeling a little embarrassed, he stepped forward and asked, "What is your command?"
"Uh..." When the words came to his lips, Cheng Qian felt that he was a little silly to say it, he hesitated for a moment, smiled a little bit self-deprecatingly, took out some change, "You Lao girl help me buy something. "
After a while, Cheng Qian knocked on Yan Zhengming's door with two wine barrels and an oiled paper bag.
An impatient voice came from inside: "I'm retreating, what's the noise?"
This was the first time Cheng Qian had encountered such a casual retreat.
He stood silently at the door for a moment, thinking, "Why should I be so polite to him?"
Looking back, when did he politely knock on Yan Zhengming's door? When did you carefully coax Yan Zhengming?
"Am I scared too?" Cheng Qian thought.
Then he pointed and swiped, and easily opened the door of the guest room of the mortal restaurant. Cheng Qian casually lifted the hem of his clothes, broke down the door in a grand manner, and flicked his sleeves slightly while Yan Zhengming was stunned. The magpie nest put the things on the table, and then said: "You are almost done, are you finished?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Sect Master Yan maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, blinked dreamily, his eyes landed on the wine barrel and oil-paper package on the table, and asked dumbly, "What is this?"
Cheng Qian glanced at him, opened the oil-paper package, revealing a few shoddy pastries inside, and opened one of the jugs, a scent of wine came out, and the other jug was filled with sugar water. The saccharification was not clean, so I picked up the pot and shook it vigorously, then mixed the two together, and greeted Yan Zhengming: "Come and eat."
Yan Zhengming: "...you won't get the food you want."
Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to eat?"
Yan Zhengming was silent for a moment, and walked over very spinelessly.
Cheng Qian stood up and said, "I'm going to call the second senior brother and the others..."
"Hey," Yan Zhengming stretched out his hand to hold him, "don't need to call, the two of them have been busy these past few days, besides... After you're gone, we don't have the habit of celebrating the festival - sit down and have a drink with me."
Cheng Qian hesitated for a moment, sat at the table, watched Yan Zhengming took two glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and pushed a glass to Cheng Qian: "Can I drink it?"
"Yes," Cheng Qian nodded, "it's just that I haven't had a drink for a long time."
Yan Zhengming sat down across a table, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's face, the moonlight was too full on the fifteenth night, and Cheng Qian always felt that the eyes of the senior brother were unusually deep.
Yan Zhengming said, "I saw that you only touched water all the time, and thought it was because of your practice, so you couldn't eat anything else."
Cheng Qian paused for a while, then said calmly: "I cultivated my primordial spirit in Ju Lingyu, and I was born without grain. Food and wine can easily arouse my appetite, and my desires are messy. It will be difficult to encounter a catastrophe. It's just that I quit it."
After all, monks are all mortals, and the desire to eat and eat is always accompanied by life, especially food, which has been used for many years. Even if the physical body can be inedible, most monks have not reached the critical moment of washing the marrow, or deliberately cultivated heartlessly. Most of the exercises such as desire will still retain the habits of the mortal era.
Yan Zhengming nodded, there were countless words in his heart, but he didn't know where to start when facing Cheng Qian, so he had to drink.
Cheng Qian took a shallow sip of the wine in the glass—it was wine, but in fact, the taste of the wine had been washed away by the sugar water, and a strong sweetness rushed to the eyebrows. Cheng Qian felt a little uncomfortable for a while, pursed his lips, He put the cup down again, and after a while, the sweet taste in his mouth dissipated a little, as if awakening his dusty and rusted senses.
From his chest down, a warm current rushed into his heart, and Cheng Qian trembled slightly, realizing a long-lost feeling of being a man.
Yan Zhengming suddenly asked thoughtlessly: "Xiao Qian, are you so strict and self-disciplined for the sake of longevity and the way of heaven?"
Cheng Qian didn't know where these words came from, so he paused and replied, "I didn't think about it."
Yan Zhengming looked sideways at him.
Cheng Qian said: "Master used to say that there is no difference between ascension or death. I didn't understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, it is indeed the same thing. Live a good life, and everyone has a good time together."
Yan Zhengming asked softly, "Have you been with me... have we been together?"
"Otherwise?" Cheng Qian really seemed to have not touched the fireworks in the world for many years. A sip of "osmanthus wine" that was too light could warm him up. He suddenly reached out across the table and grabbed Yan Zhengming's wrist, and whispered. Said, "Senior brother, I know your difficulties."
Yan Zhengming's hand trembled, and the wine almost spilled out. The whole person froze for half on the spot. After a while, he awkwardly broke away Cheng Qian's hand and complained, "You're such an adult, don't use your hands and feet."
Xu is the effect of sugar water, Yan Zhengming's frowning brows finally opened a little, he sighed, and said, "You are all fine, I can't say there is any difficulty - especially you."
Cheng Qian wiped the wall of the wine glass with his fingertips and smiled, "I know."
"What do you know?" Yan Zhengming laughed, shook his head, and lowered his head to pick up a piece of dessert brought by Cheng Qian. The restlessness in his heart suddenly faded a little, and he felt like it was nothing, anyway, Xiao Qian wouldn'tGo, in the future, I will follow him everywhere in the future, looking for an opportunity to return to Fuyao Mountain, what else is there to ask for?