Flower wine

He became more and more outspoken.

"Let's keep your voice down!" A fat man sipped his wine and hiccupped meaningfully.

Then, he opened his voice and raised the volume to ask the people in the wine shop: "Hey, have you heard that? The disciples of Wanjing Villa are all dead, but Wanjing Villa is still calm and hasn't gone yet." Collect the corpse! It’s really sad that people go out of the tea!”

The fat man seemed to be lonely in a low voice. His companion looked disgusted and threw the melon seed husk on his face with a smile: "You are afraid that no one will know! Don't slander Wanjing Villa, be careful that Master Tang will deal with you !"

"Oh, I'm so scared!" The fat man tightened his clothes, shortened his neck, pretending to be scared, and said, "I'm scared to death!"

"Bah!" Everyone roared with laughter and spat at him one after another.

The fat man drank his head, and became more and more unscrupulous: "I heard that those few people are not Tang Zhenren's closed disciples at all, but his senior disciples. His senior brother established a sect, what is it, Bu The Pocket faction or the Rag faction, this battle of Yangshan is famous and powerful, and none of the schools can touch its hair! If it is not for the anger of the sky, it will be a new generation of martial arts overlord!"

"You fat man, you have to do your homework to brag, that's called commoner pie, what kind of rag pocket pie!" Some people couldn't listen to it anymore, and responded to the fat man.

The fat man didn't take it seriously, and continued to drink wine leisurely: "Who cares about his sect, I only know that no matter how good a person is, he can't match the word impermanence, so what about the overlord of the martial arts? How can there be good wine in my hand, or peanuts under my chopsticks?" Is it more practical and comfortable?"

The accompanying people laughed at the university and teased the fat man: "Brother fat is detached, and he wants the worldly happiness of the moment! Come on, let's spend our time in poetry and wine, and we will not return until we are drunk!"

There was a person in the restaurant who was silent all the time, drinking the wine quietly, listening to the words of the fat man and his party, silently rolled his eyes.

This person is also a frequent customer of this restaurant, Xiao Ruotong from Wanjing Villa.

If it was normal, if someone heard that someone was speculating about his master secretly, they would have drawn their swords to face each other long ago.But today is different from the past, Yu Gong, the more critical the moment is, the more he has to be calm, so as not to affect the reputation of the villa; Yu private, Jiang Xi and others are uncertain in the battle of Yangshan, will he have a chance, Qing Chen Will you just give up?

Knowing that this kind of thinking is wrong, but Xiao Ruotong couldn't help thinking like this, the joyful little sweetness in his heart seemed to be coming out, he was afraid of showing it in the oppressive atmosphere, so he went down the mountain, went to the restaurant to drink some wine to calm down .

He is not a gentleman, he wants little love, not those illusions that cannot be grasped.

Xiao Ruotong couldn't bear to listen to the nonsense of these drunks, so he put down a silver coin and got up to get out.

The fat man was still yelling and commenting, Xiao Ruotong glanced at it in disgust, stretched out his foot openly, kicked the chair the fat man was sitting on, and strode out the door without changing expression or beating heart.

The fat man fell heavily to the ground in a daze, his butt hurt from the shock, and he couldn't help howling: "Oh, what's wrong? What happened?"

The crowd roared with laughter again, and after the fat man howled a few words, seeing that no one was paying attention, he laughed too.

It's all just small worldly pleasures.

Xiao Ruotong returned to the villa, and saw that Tang Muke had already packed his luggage and was waiting for him.

Xiao Ruotong panicked and knelt down hastily, trying to hide the smell of alcohol on his body.

Tang Muke was familiar with nothing, staring blankly at the sunshine and shade outside the window, and said quietly: "The reason why I didn't set off immediately was because Qingchen had to follow her life and death, but after all, she was too weak. In a hurry, I fell ill."

When Xiao Ruotong heard it, his heart trembled, and he even shook his body inadvertently.

All this was reflected in Tang Mu Kede's eyes. Xiao Ruotong had worshiped him as a teacher since he was a child. He had always been very clear about what this child was thinking.

It's just that he wants to complete Qingchen even more.

But the impermanence of the world, marriage in this world, and opportunities in this world will all turn duckweed, who knows where it will end?

"As a teacher, go and see your brothers, Qingchen and the villa will be taken care of by you."

"Master!" Xiao Ruotong raised his head suddenly, his eyes trembling violently.

"Don't be afraid! Master, these are not last words. It's still early, and I still have to see Qingchen get married and have children! I understand your thoughts, so please work harder." Tang Muke closed his eyes and waved his hand.

Xiao Ruotong's thousands of words were stuck in his throat, tears rolled in his eyes, he pursed his lips tightly, then stood up and retreated quietly.

"Brother, don't you think that you will have this catastrophe long ago? Why do you still want to weep in this muddy water?" A tear slipped quietly from the corner of Tang Muke's eyes, fell to the ground, and shattered into stars all over the sky.

The stars are dusty tonight.

It is rumored that the emperor is the reincarnation of the Ziwei star, illuminating the world, guiding the way forward for the people, and crossing people and themselves.

But for today's Da Chen, it has long been a loss of happiness in the world where pearls and jade are covered with dust, and the people are in dire straits.

Ever since Chen Duzong became obsessed with cultivating immortals, he gradually became obsessed with magic swords and slanted fronts. Ordinary practice needs to be accumulated over time. He has no patience.

At the beginning, it was just a small fight, and later it gradually evolved into continuous wars and wanton killings.

His left arm is the Jin Yiwei headed by Zhao Yuqiu, who eradicates the dissidents and destroys the whole family for him, and absorbs the souls of the whole family. The king is his fig leaf and his white gloves. People only know that King Yang is violent and unprovoked, and he likes to kill and love sorcery.Yang Wang is Chen Duzong's white glove, recruiting the souls of strange men and women for him.The stronger the spiritual power and martial arts, the more mellow the soul, and it has a miraculous effect on growth.

It was night, Chen Duzong walked slowly into the basement of the palace, where King Yang set up a teleportation array for him.

There is a big meal tonight.

Dozens of souls with extremely high spiritual power were wrapped and suddenly appeared in the pool where the crystals melted. Each soul turned into a blood-colored star, swimming in the pool of gathering spirits.

"This batch of goods is good, Yang Wang is very capable!" Chen Duzong lit the wall of the Juling Pool, feeling strangely angry.

The accompanying eunuchs tried their best to stay calm, not daring to vent their breath, for fear that they would be wiped clean by the emperor in the next second.

Chen Duzong slowly picked up a star, placed it in the palm of his hand, and felt it carefully.

"What an affectionate Taoist boy!" Chen Duzong said quietly, his pupils who were insane were shining with a strange light.

In the dark night, it became more and more raging and rampant.

After saying that, Chen Duzong began to inhale the soul, and saw that the soul turned from stars into curling green smoke, circling in the air several times without direction, and finally entered into Chen Duzong's belly reluctantly.

This soul is scorching hot, with the light of fire.

Chen Duzong couldn't digest such a passionate and persistent soul for a while, and he was turbulent like a knife. He endured it and began to meditate and practice.

"Tell Yang Wang, don't send it for now, these are enough for this king to eat for a while, if there is too much, it will not be fresh."

"Cha!" The accompanying eunuch retreated hastily, leaving behind a figure who was pissed off.

Chen Duzong smiled jokingly and closed his eyes.

Reunion

In fact, Jiang Xi looked down on him very much. From the beginning of the change in the Jiang family, his anger was fully exposed in front of the mirror of strength, and he had nowhere to vent, and he was powerless to resist.

His obsession indirectly led to the departure of the master.

Looking forward, perhaps it was his ostentatiousness, unscrupulousness, and rebelliousness that caused the Jiang family to be shot out of the head and wiped out.

He was indulging in the resentment towards himself, powerless, and resisted with all his strength. The two forces competed for each other, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed.

He hated all the people in his family, hated why his father had never heard from him, and hated himself for not being able to change the day and change the day, and be ashamed with one blood.

He is a person who is prone to depression, and all the comments are attributed to his own powerlessness.

He was lying on the bed somewhere, in a coma, clearly knowing that he was alive, and clearly thinking of Hu Die and Bai Qing, but still motionless, tightly wrapped in the quilt.

More like a piece of trash.

More like a waste abandoned by the whole world.

With a "squeak", the door was opened, and a long and tall Yushu figure walked in gently, followed by a little Taoist boy, who was holding a bowl of red glutinous rice and sweet jujube porridge, a few butterfly pickles, and a plate of Ruyi cake.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? Your spiritual power is so strong that even if it triggers a thunder disaster, it will not hurt you seriously. People are iron, food is steel, and you will recover quickly if you eat well." The voice of a strange man sounded soft and warm, It also has the crisp feeling of big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

Jiang Xi finally opened his eyes condescendingly, and looked at the strange yet friendly man in front of him.

Qingfengjiyue, and more or less familiar.

Like who?That person's name is ready to be pronounced, and it seems to be stuck in the throat.

"Why are you staring at this king like this? Although this king is a majestic Yushu Linfeng, you are not bad, why do you look so ignorant!" Yang Wang joked, sat on a chair, and ordered Daotong to general Jiang Xi lift up.

"Who are you?" Jiang Xi secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, but he didn't act on them.

"This king is an ordinary worker, so he has a little more wealth." Yang Wang played with the fan in his hand, looking foolish.

When Jiang Xi heard it, he immediately understood, who in the world would dare to call himself king.

"My lord saved me?" This person seemed both good and evil, and Jiang Xi didn't intend to be commensurate with his monarch, so he simply said whatever he wanted.

"Frank enough! Ordinary people will bow their heads and bow down to me when they see me, at least they will surround me and say that the prince is long and the prince is short. The young man is really temperamental."