It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Dongfang left from Mo Wuming's Bieyuan, and rushed to Fengyingtang at nightfall, drove Jiaqi out of the medicine house, and started refining the elixir without much delay.

The medicine house was built according to Jiaqi's requirements, and it has a large area. It is not only used for daily life and practice, but also has a well-equipped place for collecting and storing medicines and making medicines, which is completely in line with his preferences.Jiaqi has built her own medicine hut, except for going out to search for medicine, she seldom goes out, and does not allow others to come in and out at will, she enjoys herself very much.

But at this time, the head of his family didn't know what to make in the pharmacy. He asked, but he only got a blank stare, and dismissed the attention on the spot.His brain is not bright enough, when he first came out of the valley, he was tricked into running around and gave away all his clothes and money bags, just like a beggar, he was picked up by the hall master when he was about to die, and he has never had any worries since then.

But how can a person be so stupid all the time in the rivers and lakes. Over the years, he has not only grown his appetite, but also his head, and he deeply understands that without curiosity, there will be no trouble.Of course, his ability to deal with troubles has gradually improved over the years. Even if he can't solve the problem, the boss will match him with someone with a heart, which is very suitable.

Suppressing his curiosity, he supported Tuo's round belly with both hands, walked under a tree and raised his head: "Xun Bai, why do you always nest in the tree, come down and talk to me."

Under the cover of the leaves, a man in a black dress was motionless, and his eyes did not fluctuate, as if he had never heard of it.His hair was tied tightly, his sideburns were sparse and meticulous, his aura was unmistakably light, and he had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but he would always be subconsciously ignored by people who glanced at him at a glance.

Jiaqi under the tree wondered if he was no longer on this tree. He murmured and turned to another tree with his stomach in his hands, raised his head and whispered, "Xunbai? Come down, I'm bored."

"Not this one anymore?" He changed to the next tree and repeated the inquiry.

The man in the black costume finally couldn't take it anymore, he exhaled lightly, and when Jiaqi was about to turn under the tree again, he landed lightly on the ground.

Neither was there on this tree, Jia Qi lowered his eyes in despair, and was about to change another tree, when he turned around, he saw the tall and thin young man standing under the tree, almost becoming one with the shadow of the tree.His eyes lit up immediately, and he trotted over with his little belly in his hands.

"Xunbai, where did you go, why can't I find you?"

He didn't care about the man's answer either, there were many things to do to find Bai, and he had to arrange everything.He was standing against Xun Bai, he was so bored that he wanted to sleep, he kept talking to Xun Bai.

The man slightly adjusted his stance to make the lazy person more comfortable, and said 'hmm' one after another, seeing Jia Qi's behavior frequently, and he had long since lost the embarrassment and surprise of following this man for the first time.

A pair of eyes calmly looked at the full moon in the sky, it was getting late, he turned his head to look at Jia Qi, his round almond eyes were yawning, and there was a small drop of water at the end of his eyes, he stood still, letting the man slowly Put your head on your shoulders.He reminded softly: "I have asked the cook to prepare the food."

"Huh? I don't want to eat. I was so full just now." Jiaqi straightened up again, supported her belly, and pouted, "Look, my belly hasn't gone down yet."

Xun Bai was speechless, pulled his eyes from the man's round belly, raised his head to look at the sky, and restrained the urge to roll his eyes, "It's for the hall master. The Six Protectors said that the hall master didn't eat on the way."

"Ah, oh." The hall master hasn't eaten yet, he was hiccupping when he came out to see the hall master before, it's really embarrassing.

Without further words, Jia Qifu rested his head on Xunbai's shoulder again, feeling drowsy, he stretched out his arms to wrap around the man's neck to prevent himself from falling down.

Xun Bai stood indifferently, letting his family protector adjust his posture. Although he was used to his own protector's temper, he sometimes felt unspeakable. With so many protectors in Fengyingtang, his family was absolutely detached.

I don't know how much time passed, Jia Qi was suddenly awakened by Xun Bai shaking his shoulders, he stood up straight in a daze.

Xun Bai didn't have time to dislike Ha Lazi on his shoulder, reminded the guardian, took two steps back, and stood behind Jia Qi.

The door "squeaked" opened, Jia Qi turned around and saw the hall master walking towards the door stepping on the moonlight.He regained his composure, and trotted forward: "Master, you are all right."

"Eat or not, has Xun Bai arranged for the cook to prepare?"

Xun Bai watched as Jia Qi trotted, and stood three feet away from the hall master, he stood still, his head drooping slightly.

"En." Dongfang stopped Jiaqi's pace with his eyes, nodded to Xunbai who was behind him, and continued, "I'm in seclusion here, don't disturb me." Turning around, he went back to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy is the place where Jia Qi stays most often, and the secret room for retreat and meditation is also built here.Compared with the simple and shabby residences of other Dharma protectors, his residence is large and comfortable, and the ornaments can be decorated as you like, ranging from those not worth a penny to those worth thousands of gold.

The retreat will not be empty like other Dharma protectors. He has set up a soft bed and hidden a lot of rare and precious pills.Of course there are also snacks and snacks. No one can control him when he eats there. He can stay there for ten days and a half months.

……what to do?He hasn't had time to tidy up yet, will the hall master feel that he is not enterprising and not like the people in the hall.

No one cared how much Jiaqi thought about it, Xun Bai just glanced at his indigestion look, and didn't pay much attention, his guardian often had convulsions.

After half a month, Dongfang came out of the customs. With the medicine pill, his skill has improved again. Although he still hasn't touched the bottleneck of the second level, he can feel the true energy in his body circulating on its own, and his body is slowly increasing.

He moved his five fingers slightly, the handkerchief for practicing acupuncture in his hand was flying in all directions, his head was slightly tilted, the corner of his mouth was smiling, and his eyes were full of unspeakable charm and wantonness.

Jiaqi, Jialiu and other people in the hall stood outside the pharmacy room. Everyone heard the movement in the medicine hut, and they knew that the hall master was about to leave the customs, so they came one after another.

The stone gate was wide open, the hall master's aura was unrestrained, and the hem of his clothes was not blown by the wind, he came from a dark place, obviously he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but he walked in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

Jiaer saw the hall master's power is getting stronger, he must have gained a lot from this retreat, seeing that the hall master has come out of the stone gate, he immediately led the crowd and bowed their heads in congratulations: "Congratulations to the hall master for his great progress."

Dongfang was in a very good mood, and when everyone agreed, he nodded and asked people to disperse.The Yaolu is Jiaqi's place, except for his people, Jiaer also stays.

Dongfang turned his gaze to him: "What's the matter?"

"Master, this is a letter from Jiayi." Jiaer took out the letter from his pocket and handed it forward, "It is said that it was sent to Heimuya from Luoyang City by your old friend."

"There is also this burden, which was sent along with it."

Um?Dongfang's eyes moved slightly. He took the letter and opened it straight away. The neat and orderly handwriting came into view:

"Brother Fang, it's me when you see the letter. Since the day we parted, I couldn't practice it with you. Every time I think about it, I feel guilty. The time we met is still short, and I don't have a good time together. I feel deeply regretful...,

The peach blossoms in Minglan City are very luxuriant in spring. I got a new peach blossom wine this spring. I want to drink with you, but I can't make it. I send you this altar to taste.I often hope to have a drink together, and when Brother Fang is free, I hope to come to Minglan City, drink wine together, and chat at night...

Attach a gift to return the gift, and hope that everything goes well for Brother Fang, always read, no tea. "

Dongfang folded the letter paper, put it in the envelope again, and looked up at Jiaer again.Seeing this, A and Er hurriedly handed over the burden.

"Go on your own." Without further words, he turned and entered the medicine house.

Jiaqi watched the hall master come out and go in, but he couldn't ask, he was wronged, he hadn't entered the pharmacy for a long time, his hands were so itchy.

He was alone in the room, Dongfang unwrapped the package, and a small jar was exposed, the seal was intact, he didn't rush to open it, so he put it aside first.He found a cloth towel and took it out immediately.

This should be what Mo Wuming said in return, he chuckled and shook his head, that square handkerchief is not a gift.In the end, he thought that Brother Mo would be unhappy when he saw those two ingots of gold. Among all his possessions, the only thing he could leave behind was the handkerchief he used to practice acupuncture, so he used it to press it on the rice paper.

The gray-blue cloth towel was opened, and inside was a square red wooden box, he secretly guessed.When you open it, you can see that it is a sandalwood hairpin. It is simple in style, and it is better than being polished carefully. The head of the hairpin is supported by auspicious clouds.

He looked at it a little, saw the paper slip in the wooden box, picked it up, and saw that there was only one sentence on the note, 'I made it myself', followed by a few lines, which seemed to be a very happy smile.It was so cute, the corners of Dongfang's lips curled up, he put the note back into the box, and casually tied the hairpin into a bun.

***

Autumn is crisp, the sky is bright and clear, and the wind is warm. Outside Minglan City, Mo Wuming's private manor is full of guests and friends, congratulating him on his housewarming.After five years of design imagination, his single-family manor villa was finally completed.

The blue bricks and gray tiles are not high-profile on the outside, but the interior is ingenious. It combines Chinese and Western soft decoration design. Warm summer can be cool.The courtyard wall is so high that the water is diverted into the pond, where colorful fish can be scattered freely. There are greenhouses and gazebos, vegetable beds and horse pens, no rockery and strange rocks, only a few corridors, and multiple screen walls.

Today, when the guest warmed up the room, Mo Wuming was persuaded to drink a lot of wine, and he was sent away by everyone, his eyes became more and more drunk, he didn't like people to get close to him, and the maids and servants performed their duties, leaving him alone in the study.

There is a picture hanging on the south wall of the study. You can see it when you look up after sitting at the desk. There is a lot of blank space in the picture, and there is no word. There are only three different peonies blooming enthusiastically.Mo Wuming leaned on the desk, and saw the painting from the side, his frowning brows spread out, the corners of his mouth parted, and he frowned again after a while.

He reached out to open a drawer and took out a handkerchief. A large yellow and white peony flower was embroidered on the white silk cloth. The peony was embroidered in the center, occupying [-]% of the area of ​​the handkerchief. Not very aesthetic.

Mo Wuming opened the handkerchief to reveal the complete pattern, his drunken eyes were filled with a smile, and he touched the raised silk thread with his fingers.Thinking in a daze, if it weren't for those two words and this square handkerchief, he wasn't sure if he would still think about Fang Mian like this.

The letter he left when he left Luoyang has not been answered so far.Mo Wuming straightened up, tore the paper and spread it on the table, and filled three pages with eloquence for a quarter of an hour.He held the paper up to the lamp, laughed 'hehe', folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the envelope.

Tears rolled down drop by drop, a roar suddenly came from the silent study, and Mo Qing, who was guarding the door, trotted into the room.

The host was sitting on the grand master's chair behind the desk, a candle was extinguished, his face was half-lit, and he couldn't see clearly. He stood in front of the desk and cupped his hands, "Master, master? The little one is here, you call the little one there What order? Master?"

Mo Wuming felt that his mind was very clear, and he was even very excited, but his body couldn't keep up with his mind, and it took him a long time to hear his purpose: "Send this, here, and, bring the peach blossom stuffing."

Mo Qing didn't know where and how to send it, it's late at night.He carefully leaned forward and saw a letter on the table, which was to be mailed to Luoyang, he stretched his neck forward again, Sun Moon Cloth Village?

There was a sound of 'pa', which made him tremble with fright. He hurriedly looked at the master's house, and was about to kneel down, but he heard the master's gentle and slow voice, "Send, now."

He stepped forward rebelliously, shaking his hands in front of the master's eyes, watching the master's eyes slowly turning with his hands, the master rarely drinks alcohol, and drank too much today, he stepped forward to support the master: "Master, my little one will help you wash and rest first."

"To mail, today, must."

Being slapped away, Mo Qing was thinking whether to call someone again, while continuing to try to appease him: "Yes, please rest, my little one."

"Well, go."

Carefully helped the host to turn the desk, and planned to help him to the bathroom, but the host turned around and lay down on the couch, then waved his hand away, telling him to go quickly.

All right, he carefully took off the master's shoes and coat, and put on the quilt. The master is informal and never cares about innocuous things, but if he can't handle the errands, he will be numb.He turned around and blew out the extra candles, leaving only one, and then went out with the letter in his arms. The caravan to welcome the guests will set off tomorrow morning, and it seems that they will pass through Luoyang. He thought about riding out of the 'Mo House'.

Without the cover of curtains and curtains, the skylight directly came in from the bright window, and directly shone on Mo Wuming's face. He frowned, his eyelashes trembled, and he turned over.Not long after, I struggled to get up, and sure enough, I can't drink too much wine, just have a drink, and my forehead hurts suddenly.

Gradually waking up, he rubbed his forehead for a while, lifted the thin quilt, and walked to the desk in twos and threes. The pen and ink were scattered, and the familiar handkerchief was undoubtedly revealed in the open drawer.He closed the drawer, sat down, and leaned on his forehead to recall his drunken behavior.

He seldom got drunk in front of people, and he never lost his memory after drinking. He thought of sending everyone away, and he didn't want to drink hangover soup.Open your eyes and look at the three peonies on the south wall, then close them again.Thinking of Brother Fang, and thinking that the man didn't reply to his letter, he felt dissatisfied, so he boldly wrote three pages.

What did you write?He thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember clearly, and he didn't know what he wrote about when he wrote it.I just remember describing his newly completed house, as if he invited Brother Fang to celebrate the New Year together?Did he invite him, or was he just thinking about it.

The feeling of hangover is really uncomfortable, and drinking heavily is not suitable for him. He rubbed his forehead, occasionally pinched the bridge of his nose, and there was a voice of inquiry from outside the door.

"Come in."

The boy in the blue cloth opened the door and asked for instructions: "Master, is breakfast served in the study?"

He said 'hmm', "Put it on the coffee table over there."

"Yes." Before the boy could turn around, he was called again, and stood still again.

"Wait, where is Mo Qing?"

"Mo Qing delivered a letter to the master last night, and went to Zhuangzi where the caravan is welcoming guests overnight, and he hasn't come back yet."

Well, I can't get it back, and he can't be sure of the content of the letter.Mo Wuming rubbed his temple with his thumb, covered his eyes with four fingers, and waved his other hand to let people go down.

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