Go round and round.

"It will take some time to boil the rock candy..." Qiu Bodeng got up and took away a piece of plum blossom that fell on Shi Wu Luo's hair, "I brought two jars of wine to drink... um," suddenly remembered someone's After pouring a cup, Qiu Bodeng paused, "Forget it, you'd better go stringing candied haws."

The month has risen.

On the black stone cliff, a red plum with white beard and cinnabar hangs in the sky, blooming on the ice of Baizhang Cliff. Pieces of falling flowers fluttered in the wind, like little dark red sparks.

The firewood was lit, and the flames licked the copper cauldron.

Gollum.

The crystal clear rock candy slowly melted in the double-eared copper kettle, and small bubbles appeared.

Qiu Bo Dengpan sat on the flat and smooth black stone, pouring wine while watching the thin bamboo used by the evil spirit to cut the candied haws. The short blade danced like moonlight between his cold white fingers, sometimes reflecting on his cheeks, and sometimes falling into his eyes.

The fine bamboo scraps rustled down.

Fly like dust.

Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes, and the past was surging... Once Boshui circled Wushan, under the old trees and vines, some people repeated it hundreds of thousands of times, stumbled to figure out how to carve like wood.

his Arlo...

He pressed his fingertips on the edge of the wine cup, and suddenly it was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up. He lowered his head and saw the black pottery cup holding a white moon on the Cangming Sea. He looked up and saw Aruo under the moon piercing the begonias one by one into the thin bamboos.

That year, he taught the first-born Heavenly Dao what "Baiwei" is.

Tiandao asked: What is sweet and sour? Since it is sour, how can it be sweet?

He thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: Sweet and sour is... just to have a snowy day, to have the moon, to have snow and plum blossoms, to start a small fire, to melt a pot of rock candy, and to wrap a bunch of red in the mountains.

Sugar is sweet, hawthorn is sour.

Sugar haws are sweet and sour.

So, Allo, make me a bunch of candied haws, and I will teach you the ups and downs of this world, the joys and sorrows.

All kinds of taste.

The red fruit was dipped into the copper kettle, turned slowly, and coated in crystal clear syrup.

A layer of frost.

Qiu Bodeng smiled softly.

He pulled out the hosta of his hairpin. The blue silk was scattered, the hosta crossed the edge of the altar, and the sound was clear and distant, which matched the sound of the water on the black stone cliff. The hosta swiped twice, bringing out a mournful tune, and suddenly it turned into a strike, and the tune suddenly rose. At a very high moment, the singing sounded.

"Why do you cry when you sprinkle gold, come to the west of Tianchi in winter.

The cliff on the pool is high and frightened, and the plum blossoms in the cold snow.

The singing is clear and clear, with the wind going straight up, the long plum blossoms of the cliffs and the singing, rising to the white moon in the sky. During the Hosta Strike Festival, plum wine jumps in the cup.

"I want to fold flowers and ask for wine, laugh at me asking for worries, my gray hair has no return date!

"It's better to get drunk, get drunk..."

The wind is getting higher and higher, and the plum blossoms are wandering around like flying cranes in the air. The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the rustling snow was covered with Qiu Bodeng's temples, as if the past and the future had passed away. Qiu Bodeng's voice gradually decreased.

"...get drunk and go back to Baiyi."

The hosta smashed to pieces.

Cold splattered.

"I'm sorry," someone said, softly and slowly.

Qiu Bodeng slowly raised his head.

Under the moonlight,

Silver-grey eyes, as quiet as Cangshan snow.

Chapter 137 When I'm drunk, you should be gentle, and when I'm drunk, you must help me

Shi Wuluo pressed his temple with one hand, his knuckles turning white. The Qiongjing mirror worn on the waist to calm the soul, the mirror surface is fluctuating with mercury, the spiritual energy accumulated for thousands of years in Yaoguyu Mountain condenses into silver threads, and floats up, like rain falling on a stone pool, returning to heaven and earth itself. His eyes changed between pitch black and silver gray.

The final frame is silver gray.

The bright red candied haws rolled in the white snow.

Shi Wu Luo stumbled to his feet.

At one time he felt that he was in a great wasteland, and at another time he felt that he was in a human world, as if it were real or illusory. He saw flying flowers, white bones, fallen trees, and filth. He heard the cries of the dead souls, the whispers of the gathering of all evils, the sound of rain, and the...

"...I want to fold flowers and ask for wine, laugh at me asking for worries, and my gray hair has no return date.

It's better to get drunk..."

The singing dragged him from the trance back to Tianchi Mountain.

Master Luo fixedly looked at the young man sitting on the black stone, and saw that he was covered in wind and frost, black hair covered in snow, like a white head... The ancient clouds overlapped with the current snow, the white clothes and the red clothes were intertwined, and finally fell on the Meicheng. long street. The smoke and dust on the street were roaring, and the people he loved were haggard.

The haggard threads turned into thorns that could not be pulled out, densely packed and painful to the bone when they moved.

He remembered.

Zhunan, Yongzhou, Tianwaitian, Kuilong Bracelet... all of them suddenly came like a tide, almost crushing him.

Why is this still the case?

He thought blankly, silently.

... the small alleys in Meicheng, the drains filled with filth, the gray tile walls that block the sky... Why is his lord still dressed in wind and frost? He wants his lord to return to the clouds, why is his lord now only in the mud, struggling with his demonic barrier that has been invisible?

You know, don't you?

There was a voice in my heart asking.

It was a long, condescending judgment for thousands of years. Judge his lusts, his bigotry, his delusions. The snow in his eyes suddenly became scorching hot, burning, sharper than the gloomy wind in the Great Wilderness, and the roar of the ghostly roar.

Know who let him go down Buzhou Mountain, know who let him enter the Great Wilderness three times, know who let him destroy Yuncheng with one sword, and imprison himself in a cage.

What is the use of destroying Tianwaitian and rebuilding Yunzhong City?

He dragged the gods into the world.