My script is a supporting role

Hearing this, Zhong Xiaowan finally smiled and said, "Xiaowan can also drink a little, but it's not as good as my mother's."

Zheng Qingshan laughed loudly: "Then what are you waiting for?"

"I still have the best Northwestern beef here... Well, I'll ask the shopkeeper to cook two more side dishes,"

"Today, my uncle and nephew will drink two cups."

The strength of the Qingyu Cuizhu wine was a little strong, the two of them sat down and drank two or three cups, Zheng Qingshan's face turned red again.

Zheng Qingshan stopped, and said: "Usually drinking this wine is very comfortable, but drinking this wine today is always unpleasant, I think it's better to drink less."

Zhong Xiaowan's eyes were shining brightly, and she didn't feel any hint of alcohol, and said, "Why do I feel that the more I drink this wine, the sweeter it becomes?"

While talking, he raised his head and poured another glass.

Zheng Qingshan picked up the wine glass, put it down again, picked it up again, put it down again, always feeling uncomfortable.

Rubbing his hands vigorously, Zheng Qingshan said with a strange expression: "Forget it, I will drink less today."

Zhong Xiaowan didn't stop, and poured herself another cup.

"Elder, do you believe that there is a destiny destined by heaven?" Zhong Xiaowan asked in a low voice.

Zheng Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and said: "Of course, we are all in the Qingli Sect, isn't it just fate?"

Zhong Xiaowan shook her head lightly, and said, "That's not what Xiaowan said."

"I'm talking about...a marriage destined by heaven."

Zheng Qingshan patted the table and laughed dissatisfiedly, "Your uncle and I have never been married in this life, yet you came to ask me about my marriage."

"Did you ask the wrong person?"

Zhong Xiaowan didn't smile, looking at the clear wine in the glass, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes, she said, "If there was a person who was arranged for you by heaven, what would you do?"

"That's it..." Zheng Qingshan's smile gradually faded, after thinking about it, he took a sip from his wine glass, smacked his lips, and said: "As I said, I have never been married in my life, so I don't have much experience I can tell you..."

"only……"

Zheng Qingshan looked very solemn, and said: "I think, even if God can arrange everything around you, it can't arrange your mind."

"So, it doesn't really matter whether it was arranged by God or not."

"How you decide in your heart is what matters."

"Would you like it?" Zhong Xiaowan savored Zheng Qingshan's words carefully, and took another drink.

Zheng Qingshan looked at the night sky outside the window, and said leisurely: "There are as many lives as there are people in this world."

"Who knows who the next person I meet will be?"

"Who can tell clearly, who is the marriage that God arranged for you, the previous one and the next one?"

Turning his head to look at Zhong Xiaowan, Zheng Qingshan smiled and said: "So, I think, instead of guessing what is destined by the heavens, it is better to go back and ask your own mind."

While speaking, Zheng Qingshan seemed to be emotional, and he also took a glass of wine, "Good wine!"

Zhong Xiaowan drank the wine in the glass lightly, pondered for a while, and suddenly felt that a certain knot wrapped around her heart was gradually beginning to unravel.

It's like a stone blocked at the mouth of the water is removed, and the water inside gradually becomes smoother.

Looking up at Zheng Qingshan again, Zhong Xiaowan showed a narrow smile in his bright eyes.

"Elder, to be able to say such a thing, do you dare to say that you have never met a woman who suits you?"

Zheng Qingshan's complexion changed, he coughed several times, and quickly took another sip from his wine glass.

But I didn't know that I was in a hurry, I choked, and my cough became more and more severe.

Zhong Xiaowan laughed loudly, grabbed Zheng Qingshan, and said: "Today the elder must tell your story."

"Otherwise you will be punished with alcohol!"

Zheng Qingshan's complexion turned bitter for a while.

This little girl didn't react at all after drinking so many cups. It looked like she had inherited her mother's drinking capacity, and it would be fatal to compete with her.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, I'm a loner, where did this story come from!"

"I don't believe it!" Zhong Xiaowan laughed loudly.

"You...you let me think about it...well, I can tell you the story of Elder Wei..."

"Elder Wei? What kind of story does he have?"

"Hahaha, Elder Wei, his story is very exciting."

"I think back then, he and your mother...cough coughcough...well, they were also from the same family..."

"Elder Zheng, are you talking nonsense? They both came from the Qingli Sect, so of course they are from the same sect..."

"Don't interrupt me..."

In the Qingfeng Valley, Yu Lingze and Wu Qianjun felt a little stunned looking at the blue smoke that Mo Chen pointed to.

"Brother Mo, what is your intention in doing this?"

Mo Chen had a strange look in his eyes, and said, "I... I don't have any intentions..."

"Moreover, this lightning appeared out of nowhere, and I didn't even understand it myself."

Yu Lingze asked strangely: "Didn't Brother Mo transform the lightning himself?"

Mo Chen shook his head and said, "I really didn't make it myself."

After thinking about it, but not understanding it, looking at the clear water on the table, thinking that there was still work to be done, Mo Chen took out another black pill containing soul-devouring blood worms.

Just as I was about to throw it into the clear water, another picture suddenly flashed in front of my eyes.

Although it also passed by in a flash, this time the induction was stronger than before.

"Eight!"

"Feed her three more!"

Mo Chen blurted out.

Without hesitation, Yu Lingze picked up three pills from the table, rushed to Ye Xinli's side, and fed her.

Soon, Ye Xinli's body became even hotter, even her skin became red, and her clothes were soon soaked in sweat.

Yu Lingze held Ye Xinli's hand, watching her reaction nervously.

Gradually, the trembling in Ye Xinli's body finally subsided, and the red skin gradually returned to normal, and her body temperature was not as hot as before.

Yu Lingze, who had been watching her reaction intently, finally opened his tightly locked brows, turned his head to Mo Chen and said, "Brother Mo, it really worked!"

Wu Qianjun was delighted and surprised at the same time, looked at Mo Chen and said, "Brother Mo, how did you know that this dosage should be used?"

Mo Chen also frowned and thought for a long time, but finally gave up, "I can't say, probably, it's just a feeling."

Wu Qianjun was even more surprised, and said, "Is this kind of thing so accurate?"

"That……"

"Brother Mo, let's feel it again, how can we crack this gluten-strengthening pill?"

Mo Chen really tried it, but found nothing.

Wu Qianjun did not give up trying, "Brother Mo, do you want to try again? What if the feeling comes again?"

Mo Chen scratched his head and said with a smile: "This... feels like this, I can't try it out."

Wu Qianjun thought for a while and said, "Why don't you put some of these tendon pills on your body and look at them from time to time, maybe you'll feel it."

It doesn't matter whether Mo Chen agrees or not, he just wrapped a big bag for Mo Chen.

Anyway, this thing was bought by Mo Chen and the others from the vendor Wan Laojiu.

That Wanlaojiu made a fortune by pointing at it, but he bought a lot of goods, and there are still a lot of them lying there.

Mo Chen couldn't help it either, his feeling was very weird, and he didn't know where it came from, and he didn't know if he would have it again.

The pill... just put it away for now, maybe it will really pop out sometime.

On the contrary, Zheng Qingshan didn't listen to his words and left the northwest, but stayed in the inn, and now he actually had a drink with Zhong Xiaowan, which made Mo Chen a little incomprehensible.

Because he had read the bad old man's script, Mo Chen knew that Zheng Qingshan's trip to the northwest would most likely bump into Lin Jin, and there would be a fierce conflict.

Although Zheng Qingshan's cultivation has already reached the Profound Realm, who knows what demon moths will come out of the so-called Mandate of Heaven?

When parting with Zheng Qingshan, Mo Chen repeatedly told him not to stay in the northwest, and even specially left a copper buckle on him.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qingshan still didn't listen to him, he just sent away the other disciples of the Qingli Sect, but he himself stayed.

But so far, nothing seems to have happened.

Although Lin Jin came, he just stood outside the inn.

After Zhong Xiaowan came and said a few words to her, Lin Jin went straight away.

And Zhong Xiaowan didn't go with Lin Jin, but went up to Zheng Qingshan for a drink.

Even Mo Chen couldn't understand all the changes.

Ye Xinli's condition gradually stabilized, and her breathing gradually stabilized, but because she exhausted too much energy, she fell into a deep sleep again.

Mo Chen and Wu Qianjun left the room, leaving Yu Lingze to accompany Ye Xinli alone.

Wu Qianjun was too old, and after a long time of tossing around, he was a little tired, so he went back to rest first.

Due to the sudden unknown severe pain all over his body, Mo Chen felt very uncomfortable, thinking that he might not be able to fall asleep even if he lay down now, so he walked around the courtyard a little to move his joints.

The night is like water, the sky is like ink.

Mo Chen looked up at the night sky and was speechless for a long time.

no feelings.

Well, I really don't feel it.

"never mind!"

Mo Chen shook his head with self-deprecation.

"I should be a blind cat meeting a dead mouse."

"Do you really think that I, like Murong Qingyue, have the ability to perceive everything?"

After stretching his body a lot, Mo Chen was ready to go back to his room to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a sudden movement somewhere in his body, and a pitch-black claw popped out from his right index finger, as sharp as a knife.

Looking at the claw, Mo Chen was a little dazed, and suddenly put his hand into the sleeve robe, and looked around instinctively.

nobody.

"what's the situation?"

"Could it be that Elder Wu gave me too many gluten-strengthening pills, which are too effective and affected me before I took them?"

Mo Chen felt apprehensive.

Over there, Miss Ye hasn't woken up yet. Could it be that he's lost his mind again?

But Miss Ye hasn't turned into a monster yet, I've only breathed the smell of medicine a couple of times here, so why did she start to alienate?

Mo Chen took out his finger again and glanced at it quietly.

Ok?

No claws?

The five fingers are neat and clean, and there is nothing unusual about them.

"Tonight is really wicked!"

"Could it be that I'm under too much mental stress and have hallucinations?"

Mo Chen rushed back to the room and fell asleep.

Chapter 3 Eighteen

At night in the northwest, at Choushi, the hustle and bustle of last night has calmed down, and the sky has not yet turned on the light this morning.