original intention

"Where did you get the plum blossom wine?" Nan Jin couldn't keep up with Su Qingran's train of thought.

Su Qingran didn't pay attention to it, and walked directly to the crabapple tree on the left, digging up the soil with that peerless famous sword, and dug out a jar of wine for a while.

This jar is not like those exquisite wines from Jiangnan people. It is a plain jar with rough clay. Su Qingran turned around and went to the kitchen with the jar in his hand. On the stone couch with begonia petals, I slapped the Kaifeng mud hard and poured two bowls full.When Su Qingran made these movements, he was not as calm or indifferent as usual, but with a solemn and resolute face mixed with inexplicable pain, and a pair of jade-like eyes were dark and dark at the moment, making it difficult to see clearly stand up.

But Nan Jin was still standing there in a daze, Su Qingran squinted his eyes to look at Nan Jin, the smog in his eyes made people unable to see the end, Su Qingran seemed to wipe a smile from the corner of his mouth, bewitchingly Signal Nan Jin to come over for a drink.

Nan Jin sat down next to Su Qingran, the stone couch was slightly cool, and the cold fragrance of plum blossom wine was fragrant, mixed with the bitter medicinal fragrance that gradually became stronger on Su Qingran's body, making people fall in love, Nan Jin unconsciously He laughed amusedly, "Are you already drunk before drinking?"

Nan Jin picked up the bowl, and didn't pay much attention to the drinking etiquette of Wenke in the Central Plains. He took a big gulp into his mouth, and the rich aroma of plum blossom brewing rushed in unexpectedly. When the wine smelled through his throat, Su Qing Ran immediately noticed that Nan Jin's brows were frowning, but before he could react, Nan Jin coughed as he choked on the wine.

Nan Jin's face turned red, he didn't know whether it was caused by the hot cough caused by the plum blossom or inexplicable embarrassment, he hurriedly wiped off the remaining wine on his lips with his hands, and uttered a word with difficulty, "Ah Ran, I... I don't know how to drink."

Su Qingran's hand holding the wine bowl trembled slightly, as if he had heard a big joke, and after a long while, he laughed loudly. The smile dissipated the dark haze on his face, as if nothing happened just now to make him Anything unpleasant, as if the clumsy drinking action of the person in front of him succeeded in pleasing him, but with a smile, he gradually became more determined.

Su Qingran suddenly raised her neck, poured a sip of wine into her mouth, embraced Nan Jin who looked astonished, closed her eyes slightly, and fed a sip of plum blossom wine with her mouth.The moment Su Qingran's soft and cool lips touched Nan Jin's thin lips, Nan Jin unconsciously hid back as if being burned by pain, what kind of dreamy scene was that.

Nan Jin has long been used to chasing Su Qingran's figure and longing for Su Qingran's emotion, unilaterally persistent and unreachable... Even under the bed, Su Qingran is indifferent, uncooperative, and indifferent Yes... When there is seldom a response, even if there are occasional uncontrollable emotions in the process, it is arrogant and humiliating. In short, it will not be sober and even domineering.At this moment, Nan Jin actually felt a sense of haste that was closer to his hometown and a sense of flattery that his long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled unexpectedly.

However, Su Qingran felt a bit of unhappiness under Nan Jin's subconscious dodge. At this moment, a pair of powerless hands seemed to hold Nan Jin's head firmly, and his dexterous tongue pried Nan Jin's head open with the taste of alcohol. On the lips and teeth, the sweet and fragrant plum blossom stuffed passed through the intestines and covered the whole body. Nan Jin stared at Su Qingran with wide eyes, but after passing through the long eyelashes like a feather fan, Nan Jin hadn't recovered from the hasty surprise. However, in the dark misty eyes that could not be seen to the bottom, he felt the hidden sadness that he had never seen before. Nan Jin was so excited for this inexplicable cognition, he was as sensitive as a young animal to capture some of them. What.

Nan Jin closed his eyes, and the originally radiant pupils sank in pitch-black darkness, which also concealed the sudden tragic death in his eyes. Instead, he turned his back on the guest, clasped Su Qingran's thin shoulders with both hands, and attacked the city. The kiss deepened and intensified, and Nan Jin let him go until Su Qingran's cheeks were flushed with blush, her breathing was short of breath and she almost fainted.

Su Qingran put his hands on his heart, recovered his breath, panted slightly and smiled, adding countless charms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Palace Master, have you learned to drink plum blossom wine?"

Nan Jin laughed lowly, with a relaxed and intoxicated look, and raised his hand to touch the thin lips that had been curled by Su Qingran's lips and tongue, as if there were still traces of Su Qingran on them, "Aran taught me to drink like this, I'm afraid I won’t be able to learn how to drink in this life.”

After hearing this, Su Qingran raised his head and took another sip of the wine, then lowered his head and fed it straight until the half of the jar of wine fell into the mouths of the two of them. Gradually becoming intoxicated, Nan Jin pushed away the wine jar on the stone table, turned over and pressed Su Qingran under him, the clothes of the two were already slightly wet and ironed to the skin, Nan Jin's eyes were deep, and with one hand Then he got into his clothes, and his lips caught the little bean on Su Qingran's chest through the thin shirt...

Su Qingran suddenly arched her body, opened a pair of foggy eyes, and cursed in a low voice, "Oh... bastard!" But her waist was straight up to meet her, and her legs were miraculously entwined... …

The night was getting darker and darker, Su Qing blinked her misty jade-like pupils, quietly moved her limp waist, contemplated for a moment, then pushed away Nan Jin, who was constantly sending out warm body temperature, Nan Jin, who was drinking, couldn't hold back the stamina of the mild and sweet plum blossom wine, and fell into a deep sleep after the fish and water made love.

Su Qingran leaned on the cold stone couch, brushed off the crabapple petals that fell on her shoulders and chest without mercy, and quietly looked at the sleeping Nan Jin with her misty eyes. The emotions in her eyes were too complicated. The inexplicable love between the two has been entangled for a long time, and there is also a constant scheming and ever-changing mind, as well as a resolute indifference...

Su Qingran laughed silently and prettily, the smile contained the bitterness of three-point medicine, the feeling after success seemed not so pure and easy, recalling the scene when the two of them were intertwined with each other and intertwined their limbs just now when they interrogated Nan Jin .

After drinking the plum-blossomed Nan Jin, his thoughts gradually became lax, as if he had been completely intoxicated in the boundless sea of ​​love. Only Su Qingran knew that it was the Ruxin Pill and the silk fragrance on his body that Nan Jin had smelled for a long time. , Su Qingran remembered that in the past few months, Nan Jin always liked to hug herself, saying that she had a nice medicinal fragrance on her body.

Su Qingran indulged in grabbing Nan Jin's satin hair that was scattered on the stone table and rubbed it lightly. Su Qingran seldom indulged himself in such actions in accordance with his heart, and continued to sneer in his heart, that would be bad The smell of medicine is another medicine developed to make up for the defects of Fuxin Pills. Originally, the efficacy of Fuxin Pills has no effect on people with internal strength. Su Qingran devoted himself to research, and finally formulated a blindly complementary The medicine pulls silk fragrance, but this fragrance has a flavor of medicine that is hard to come by. If it is not a last resort, he doesn't want to use it. He didn't want to keep this kind of low-level medicine to pass on, otherwise people in the martial arts I'm afraid everyone is flocking to it.

Su Qingran recalled Nan Jin's reply just now, and still found it inconceivable that the dignified Central Plains martial arts lord family, the Henan Wei family, had been controlled by the Qingxuan Palace, and it turned out that the Qingxuan Palace was upright and rooted in the largest dark village in the Central Plains martial arts. Qingxuan Palace has been standing for hundreds of years, and the first-line guards have contributed a lot. It turns out that the forces behind the underworld and white ways are all Qingxuan Palace.The implication behind this is that the previous heads of the Wei family had to take the "antidote" given by Qingxuan Palace every three years. Su Qingran didn't know whether to call it an "antidote" at this moment.

There are rumors in the world that the "Yian Yi Jue" of Yi Yi Ge Wei's family is outstanding, and the owners of the past dynasties have strictly followed the ancestors' family rules. With such a family rule, isn't it true that everyone in the family gang is excellent in martial arts, which is the guarantee of the family's safety and well-being?

But after hearing Nan Jin's reply, Su Qingran finally understood that if "One Line Jue" had not been practiced to the highest level, he would not be able to reach the martial power of the proud martial arts, and he would not be able to have considerable strength to serve as the leader of the Central Plains martial arts generation after generation. But if one reaches the highest level, the body of the cultivator will be restrained or corroded by this set of magical and weird martial arts cheats, and one needs to take the Sanchun'e bestowed by Qingxuan Palace every three years until death.This is a slightly cruel problem that has been passed down from generation to generation. However, in the face of the proud power and overwhelming power, there will always be someone in such a large family who will make a choice without hesitation, and there will be many people vying to go. After all, besides discarding In addition to losing conscience and human freedom, what you get is divine power and the position of leader.

Su Qingran thought of Wei Ming, who had an ordinary face and a little sense of intimacy. He was the one who rescued himself who was paralyzed by the stream, and left him a kingfisher. As for the owner of the Shangwei family, that person is always honest and kind, like a brother or a good friend. Perhaps on the complicated issue of human nature, it has never been black and white, and what he did by coincidence may be I'm sorry for this Haohao Wulin.

After sending letters several times, the two reached a consensus. Wei Ming helped Zhao Fuxuejian Villa to help him leave Qingxuan Palace, but to obtain the ability to help him leave, Su Qingran had to obtain the antidote for Sanchun'e, otherwise The first-line pavilion and the world martial arts can only be controlled under the Qingxuan Palace forever, and there will be no eggs under the nest. Even if you escape from the Qingxuan Palace by chance, there is no place for Su Qingran to hide in the vast sea, and it will only be provoked by Xuejian Villa With the disaster of exterminating the family, the Wei family will naturally not be able to protect Xuejian Villa.

For so many days, Su Qingran originally tried to find an antidote by his own means, and even secretly searched the Buddha Temple. What is strange is that there is no clue to be found inside or outside the living room of the upper and lower Nanjin in Qingxuan Palace.

But it turns out that there is no antidote or antidote in Qingxuan Palace, let alone any formula, because this medicine is only made once every three years, and Nan Jin's habit is to make one when the time limit comes, and two The formula for planting the medicine was set on fire by Nan Jin, all of which only existed in Nan Jin's mind.

Su Qingran closed her eyes, and went through the formula that Nan Jin just said in her mind again. The formula of Sanchun'e was simple and crude, and the most poisonous mytles, bitter beetles, centipedes, scorpions, and coral snakes Mainly, supplemented with the most poisonous herbs in the world Pinellia, Glycyrrhizae, Mandala, Artemisia spp., see the blood to seal the throat, the ten flavors of the world's most poisonous herbs are used in order in a certain formula and order, and the poisonous Complementing each other, combined with the intricate martial arts routines of "Yian Yi Jue", and finally made this flavor Sanchun'e, I really don't know how the people who made this medicine at that time had superb medical skills and martial arts.

What's even more amazing is that Sanchundu, the antidote for Sanchun'e, does not need to find another medicine to introduce, it only needs to follow a certain formula and use the ten flavors of the world to poison in reverse order to make it. Finding ways to prepare the antidote may never be able to prepare a prescription, and the detoxification process is also very strange. The person who took the medicine once took Sanchun'er several times every three years, and then needs to continue to take Sanchundu several times every three years. Only then can it be completely solved.

The night is becoming more and more intense, the spring breeze at midnight does not blow the face cold, on the contrary, it pricks the skin like icicles, and it is different from the rough northwest wind in winter. Like a ox hair needle piercing deep into the bone marrow, Su Qingran felt Nan Jin shiver almost inaudibly, and spontaneously snuggled up to Su Qingran with his hands and feet, like a harmless young animal.

Su Qingran's foggy eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly, that powerless hand tentatively stretched out towards Nan Jin's neck, his cold fingertips touched Nan Jin's slightly warm skin, Nan Jin flinched subconsciously , Su Qingran gradually tightened his five fingers, but the man's clear and powerful pulse came from under his fingers, the more he tightened, the stronger it became, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump on Su Qingran's heart, like a thick pulse. The shattered iron pestle grinds the fragile flesh one by one, causing a dull pain...

Su Qingran withdrew his hand abruptly, feeling the iron pestle protrude from the chest cavity from the inside to the outside, tearing and dragging the internal organs to correct the pain, Su Qingran suddenly exhaled the turbidity hanging in his throat. In a fit of anger, he shook his hands and explained to himself, "It's not time to kill him, otherwise how can I get out of my body."

So he thought that it would not be difficult to prepare the antidote. It would take a lot of work to find these poisonous substances, but the preparation could be done in the small study in the courtyard. That study was specially set aside by Nan Jin for his medical research. , Drugs are as blind as swords, so A Luo and Nan Jin don't usually enter.At the same time, he lifted the sleeping Nan Jin from the stone couch and entered the room.

Fu went out again, and the Chengying sword with blue light and sword aura was lonely and half buried in the mud. Su Qingran walked over silently, holding it up carefully with both hands, treating it like a treasure, wiping it carefully with his sleeves, holding it into the house...