Flower wine

Watching everyone's reactions carefully, I felt the blood warming up and boiling, and the memory returning a little bit.

Even the bone-piercing pain came back, not pouring out a little bit, but sweeping back with a roar and a tsunami at the moment the emotional gate opened.

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Lingshan beautiful scenery, empty water dense.

Life hurts the past several times, and the mountain trip is still in the cold.

The summer in Zijin Mountain was like early spring, but it was still a bit cold. Under Li Sanjin's various trials of various strange medicines, Jiang Xi unexpectedly recovered very quickly.

The weather was warmer this day, Jiang Xi put on a cloak and walked out of the room slowly.

Every breath is filled with the aroma of green grass, and the tolerant sunshine warmly sprinkles on the body, from head to toe, ironing the cold soul.

A beautiful butterfly danced quietly around Jiang Xi, lingering.

"This butterfly is amazing, why does it circle around you and regard you as the most beautiful flower in the mountain?" Tang Muke appeared behind Jiang Xi at some point, holding a hand-warming Mrs. Tang in his hand , stuffed into Jiang Xi's hands without refusal.

That domineering appearance and expression are very similar to the life when Qingchen was stuffed into his life back then.

"Master..." Jiang Xi almost wanted to speak and shed tears first. Perhaps he had shed too many tears during this period, and his lacrimal glands had dried up. After a long time, no tears flowed, only his reddened eye sockets It looks even more miserable in the sun.

"I know what you are going to say. But my uncle told you that the most important thing is that you can live, and there is nothing more important than this." Tang Muke gently fiddled with Jiang Xi's hair, brushing away a strand of hair behind his ear.

"How did Master save me?"

Tang Muke's hand froze for a moment, then slowly put it down, supporting Jiang Xi to walk slowly in the yard.

"Let's go out and have a look at this beautiful landscape." Tang Mu laughed.

Jiang Xi nodded lightly, and followed Tang Muke towards the gate.

"Oh, ancestor, why are you going here?" Li Sanjin, who was not seen by the dragon, suddenly appeared, ran over with his teeth and claws, stretched his neck and shouted: "This is just right, don't make any more fuss! Rao! A genius doctor is like me, but I can't save you a second time!"

Tang Muke spat loudly, with a worried face on his face: "What are you saving him? Your senior brother already has superb mana, and he suffered some skin trauma. How can you say it so mysteriously!"

Li Sanjin immediately retorted: "Ordinary doctors treat the body, but I treat the heart, and my brother is mainly caused by the demons of the heart. This is the most difficult doctor in the world!"

Just as Tang Muke was about to reprimand Li Sanjin, he suddenly remembered something, stopped talking, turned around and pulled Jiang Xi out of the gate, and left a sentence: "We will come back at lunch time. I am in a good mood today. Let me add a stewed radish for lunch. Beef brisket."

As soon as this remark came out, the three stupid cows who were burying their heads in the cowshed were stunned, cursing the assorted-haired Taoist priests in their hearts, not saying that the dove occupied the magpie's nest, and dared to covet their penis. People's hearts are not ancient.

"No! There are only fried radish, stewed radish, and radish soup! It's breathable and smooth!" Li Sanjin shouted towards the back of the two of them leaving.

"Nothing!" Tang Muke shook his head with a smile, his expression helpless.

"Uncle, why didn't you take me back to Wanjing Villa?"

The mountains and plains are full of light pink and light purple wild flowers, the clear sky is blue, the streams are green, the clouds in the distance are like light sand, the green hills are charming, and the grass is fragrant.

When I first woke up from a big dream, the suppressed questions that shrouded my heart began to spring up like mushrooms after a spring rain, popping up one after another.

Tang Muke walked in front, did not look back at Jiang Xi, but after a moment of silence, said indifferently: "Because the uncle is wrong."

The calm and breezy sentence of "wrong" was full of mixed flavors, Jiang Xi pursed his lips, and quickened his pace to follow.

"How could the uncle not be aware of the relationship between you and Hu Die, so the uncle ordered mandarin ducks for you on his own initiative, in order to let you take a broad road, instead of being apostate and being pointed at by others .”

Perhaps because the mountains were deep and the dew was heavy, Tang Muke's usually steady voice trembled a little.

"I thought you would all be happy, but I didn't know that it actually hurt you. Qingchen won't have a husband who loves her, and you won't be at ease, and Hu Die won't be happy. The so-called broad road is just a fig leaf pretended by the world. Your happiness is for yourself, not for others to see!"

Tang Muke finally let out the guilt in his heart, feeling relieved: "Uncle Master is stupid, you should have known your brother's intentions when you came to Wanjing Villa, it is Uncle Master who harmed you!"

"Master, you didn't. You've been doing it for our own good, we know it." Jiang Xi overturned the five-flavored bottle in his heart, and didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only subconsciously say some tasteless words.

And the pain in his heart couldn't be hidden, he clenched his fist tightly, his nails sank into the flesh.

"Uncle, did you go to find Hu Die?" Jiang Xi originally wanted to ask, "Uncle, how did you rescue me?" "Uncle, why did you bring me here?" "Uncle, why did I not Use?" "Master, am I a waste?"

Wan Wan was speechless, and finally he only asked this sentence, "Did you find Hu Die?"

People sometimes don't walk through the gate of hell, because they don't know what is most precious to them.

It happened once three years ago, and it happened again three years later.Three years ago, I was blinded by hatred, and three years later, I was slapped in the face by reality.

Not only can she not take revenge, but she can't even protect the person she loves the most, and she also unintentionally failed Qing Chen.

Sure enough, he is useless except for being a dandy.

Jiang Xi thought wildly, and lowered his head dejectedly.

"The mud can't support the wall, and it can't support A Dou."

Jiang's father often scolded him like this before, and Jiang Xi couldn't help but wryly smiled when he saw him at the age of three.

The two unknowingly climbed to the mountain peak, the clouds in the mountains, and the small mountains at a glance, emptied of thousands of sorrows.

"Xi'er, do you know that Sanjin has a saying that is true?"

"What?"

"Your biggest illness is the inner demon."

"Uncle knows the earth-shaking circumstances you faced when you were young, and admires you for being able to survive tenaciously. You know that you are not living for yourself, but for your parents, for your master, for Hu Dibaiqing, for your uncle, and even It's for Qingchen and for Black Dragon."

"Black Dragon?"

"Well. That day, the master came to look for you, and it was brought by the black dragon. He is well versed in geography and water systems, and he arrived in a short time by riding the clouds and fog. He was injured in the process of fighting to save you."

"Then how is he doing now?" Hearing that the black dragon sacrificed himself to help, Jiang Xi was very grateful.

"The thousand-year-old is immortal, so don't worry. But you have to understand that there are so many people who care about you, you can't give up on yourself. Even if you know there is no result, you have to fight on."

"Even if there is no result, we must continue to fight." These words echoed repeatedly in Jiang Xi's mind like enlightenment. Isn't what he has been lacking is the determination to move forward?

Hesitation, self-pity, shrinking, and fear are all his norms.

That's not the kind of heart that a warrior, a person who bears a bloody feud, should have.

Life without ambition, death with shame, half-dead hanging in the middle, the most hesitant.

This is the prison of the mind.

The suffering in the world is like this, but the vastness of Huangquan is more sad.

Hu Die had been wandering around Naihe Bridge for many days, refusing to drink that bowl of Mengpo soup.

With his ignorant appearance and his harmless and almost overwhelming beauty, even ghosts couldn't bear to do it.

"I said this little brother, we are almost done. Look at your pitiful appearance, and the brothers can't do it. You just drink this soup obediently, go to reincarnation, and reincarnate into a good one." My family, marry a beautiful daughter-in-law, who is fragrant and soft, and give birth to a chubby baby, what a beautiful life, why bother to suffer so much on this road to hell!"

Hu Die was still bewildered, and shook his head firmly.

"No, I can't drink it. If I drink it, I'll never think of him again."

The ghost guard sneered: "Who is she? Is she a daughter-in-law or a good friend?"

"Neither." Hu Die thought of that person, and couldn't help but feel joy in his heart: "He is a young man, a young man like the wind."

When the ghost guard heard this, he was shocked: "Hey, this is still a broken sleeve with deep affection."

He leaned over to Granny Meng, watched Granny Meng mechanically handing soup to passers-by who had lost their souls, and said in confusion: "It stands to reason that if he hasn't drank soup for so long, he should have been out of his wits long ago, why is he still sober?" Woolen cloth?"

Granny Meng glanced sideways in her busy schedule, and sighed: "Because he is not a human being at all, but a little fox who is about to become a fairy, and his soul root is still the flower of the other side, so he doesn't cherish such a good fortune. How many livestock go away?" One can be born from the underworld with its own spiritual roots!"

"What a pity!"

The ghost messenger nodded as if realizing something: "I'm afraid it's because of the boy he was talking about."

"But it doesn't matter if he doesn't drink all the time. If the superior finds out that he's blamed, he really won't be able to survive!"

On this road to the underworld, there are thousands of years, so many idiotic men and women are reluctant to part with the good memories of their lives, love, hate, and resentment can't be separated, they should have turned into floating dust, and they just went away, but in the face of obsession, these seem so profound.

Granny Meng shook her head: "Let him go, it's good for him to accompany my old lady. If you really force him to drink this soup, it will probably be a thousand times more uncomfortable than letting him die, just drink water like a fish."

Listening to their conversation, Hu Di felt nothing in his heart. One of the advantages of being dead is that there is no emotional ups and downs, and those unimportant things have been let go.

He wandered around idly, wandering.

My heart is full of thoughts about that enthusiastic and happy young man in fresh clothes and angry horses