Legend of the Great Saint

Fu Qingyuan, if it wasn't for you, how could I drink, drink...

Who's Fu Qingqing? What did I drink?

Ping-pong!

“Fuck you!” Li Qingshan drank all the tea, smashed the teapot to pieces on the ground, threw the willow branch aside and walked toward the cloud rain tower.

“Pai Qingyu, get out of here! ”

Though I forget who you are!

……

This Rain Club alliance requires all founding brothers to attend, but not necessarily.

Hundreds of scriptures, painters' houses.

Waving back all the clothing disciples, the Master Way supported his body, getting out of bed, walking to the window, staring out the window at the rotten spring light, the sparkling light flashing between the willows.

His eyes flashed too. I don't want to die!

Practice I, as it was always asked for, is still in the word "eternal life”, because if there is hope in life, there is all that is before us.

He forced himself to turn back, and Jane, who was so heavy, pulled the shaft out of his arms and slowly expanded.

The painter was staring at him with dark, inky eyes, a green dress, rouge lips, a scratch, all portrayed by him in the past, but now he doesn't look like it.

“Yan, I'm hungry. ”

At the end of the speech, there was a gust of incense, not powdered fat, but ink.

“Stuffed me in my arms all the time and the paint was dry. ”

The woman stepped out of the painting, took the shaft from the Master Dao and hung it upright on the wall.

As if he didn't notice the deepening of death on the back of the master's face, he touched his skin in the mirror and didn't ask him what he wanted to eat. He walked to the back chef and a smoke flame came in a moment, and then he smelled the vegetable scent.

Sitting on the table, he took out a vine yellow bottle and placed it on the table, without much hesitation, opened the lid and poured the golden yellow liquid from his heart into the bottle.

Not much kung fu, Ayan brought the dishes to the table. "It's salty. ”

“Don't eat if you don't want to.” Yan has no good breath.

Inject the liquid into two glasses and gently touch them in the hands, drinking each, silent.

It's not embarrassing to be silent, to be together for a hundred years, to say all you have to say. Even if one side wanted to say something, the look on his eyes made him feel unnecessary.

“Are you hiding something from me?” Yan looked at Shifu with some scepticism. Today, there are some obscure things in his eyes that she can't see through.

“What have I got to hide from you?” Shifu laughed and raised his glass.

Not long after kung fu, a pot of wine was consumed.

“This wine is weird, I don't know, like drunk.” Yan held his forehead and his head was a little dizzy.

“I'm a little drunk, too.” The Master smiled, and the past was as dusty, scattered, and scattered together, and all that remained of him was anger.

A loud noise, the cup dish on the table, trembled together, the Master Dao lay on the table, motionless, suddenly passed away.

Hush, Yan stood up and touched the chair: “Oh, you... who are you? ”

Sorrow can spread in the future and become obscure. The harder you look back, the more smoke clouds you can catch.

Her face was hot and she touched her cheeks. She was wet and tears gushed.

Spring light outside the window, getting worse and worse.

……

When everyone is attracted to the "moon demon” in the water moon tray, as the heart of this terrible demon comes, it does not care at all, but it is concerned: “Are you all right? ”

Li Qingshan performs extremely openly in his confrontation with Qingshan, but as his heart feels the tension in his heart, this has nothing to do with the delicate mind. Li Qingshan's acting can be described as unbroken.

Heart rhino? If his heart snorts at this, there is nothing good in having a rhino with his heart, but at the same time he can't help but get anxious for him, he remembers the existence of “water forgetting”.

Forget the water, she has not drunk, just found a few mortal people, under the temptation of heavy gold, no one is interested in their memories, even did not expect that there is a part of them that is worth so much silver, do not hesitate to sell it.

The effect seems to be quite good. Of course, her water forgetting does not have the power of the legendary soup of Meng Bao. It can wash away all people's memories. Otherwise, she wouldn't dare to give it to Li Qingshan for drinking.

The effect is roughly the opposite of memory water, which remembers what you want to remember, whereas the more you forget what you want to remember, the more you forget what you forget. When she was refining, she took the recipe of memory water and chose many medicines of the opposite nature to improve them.

That is why it is possible to ensure that the memory of the beauty of the painting can be erased while also ensuring that her spirituality remains intact.

Though the beast is said to be able to discern the right and wrong, it can only point directly at the heart and recognize the lies. If you forget your heart, you can't tell the difference.

“Do I look okay to you?” Li Qingshan stared at her heart and her eyes were not strange.

“Do you remember me?” As surprised as his heart is, he should now be thinking of something to forget.

“Even if I forget who you are, I won't forget you!” Li Qingshan shook his head, as if he had fought desperately against the drug power of forgetting water. He wanted to put women in his eyes, deeply in his heart, never forgetting.

My heart pounded and my cheeks stained with a faint redness.

“You still owe me a lot of Dan's medicine! ”

But Li Qingshan next, let Ru Qingshan's heart slightly stunned, as usual, smiled: “The rest of the Dan medicine, didn't you already use to buy forgotten water? ”

“When!? ”

“Oops, you forgot. ”

“Don't bullshit me, how could I forget, give me some memory water, that's the cure! ”

Li Qingshan reached out, although he could not fool the magical power, but under the repression of the tortoise, it was not difficult to control his own mind and restrain the power of forgetting water.

But this time around, the brain is always a bit nasty, so he asks the fighter in front for the antidote.

If the heart doesn't fake color: “Think for yourself if you can! ”

Li Qingshan smiled slightly: “Are you angry? ”

“Huh?” If my heart returns to God, I find myself a little angry.

Li Qingshan smiled unkindly: “Looks like I'm going to talk to Jong-ji. ”

“Discuss what? ”

“A man's husband, three wives and four concubines, is actually very common, right?” Li Qingshan hey smile, in this regard, his original ambition was not small, think of Chutian can hug the right hand, he does not seem too demanding.

Together, the mind spreads like weed, and then the mind looks a little different.

The two have always spoken in a phonetic manner, in order to avoid being perceived as strange, they are both looking ahead and communicating with leftover light.

But when I heard this, I turned my mind and smiled sweetly. I was lucky and my voice thundered on Li Qingshan's eardrum: “Dream of your mother's spring and autumn! ”

“I won!” Li Qingshan smiled silently and opened his lips. “Say”.

When they get along, they are always joking, winning by provoking each other's emotions. When this joke is a bit serious, I'm afraid I can't even tell Li Qingshan myself clearly.

He only felt as relaxed as his heart. He only took the news of forgetting water and paying for it. For example, although his heart was not deeply researched, he must have known some of his secrets: for example, he had met Elder Feilong, and even Elder Feilong's ring was in his hand.

But he didn't have any worries in his heart. He had a wonderful trust. Li Qingshan smiled. "You can keep the Dan medicine if you want. There's not much left, but a bottle of potion in the district is not enough to make me forget you. You are not Muang! ”

Listening to Li Qingshan, he suddenly turned back to God, “I am not a monk... it seems that this water forgetting is not very effective for practitioners, Master Qian's side, should be fine! It's just a painting. ”

……

“Master! ”

Hundred houses of scripture, feeling the disappearance of the smell of the Master Daoist, the disciples of the painters could no longer ignore the prohibition, broke into the refinery, shouted, couldn't bear to cry like rain, grieving and crying.

See also "Master Mother" standing at the table helplessly, tearful, but not very sad, seemingly confused. I was very dissatisfied: “Master is really crazy, how can a painting be worth a lifetime of hard work. ”

Nor did anyone ignore her. A group of people carefully placed the Master Shifu on the bed, covered with white cloth, lifted to the main hall to be placed, and waited for the protégé to return to take charge.

Her hands were stretched out in the air alone, but she didn't know what to do. It felt like she was back a hundred years ago, just when she was painted.

Painting!

She turned her head and looked at the blank drawing paper on the wall. She looked at the corner of the drawing paper, which had faded into a dark red seal. The words "Shifu Dao” appeared over and over again.

Zhu Xuanzhong, the teenager frowned, although very dissatisfied with his “awkwardness", forcefully stamped his seal.

That was their first encounter.

Time passes like water, and the memories of flying smoke come together again. The first time I spoke to him, the first time I cooked vegetables for him, the first time I fought with him because she deliberately stained the beauty of his new painting, who told him to look upside down.

Her eyes filled with a faint smile, hurried for a hundred years, as if she had gone through it again, suddenly she laughed, “Why, will you forget?” Yet another curse: “Old man, do this boring thing. ”

He scolded and walked into the blank drawing paper.

A disciple of the painter came back to pick up the clothes of the Master Dao, prepared to wait for the Master Dao to come back and change his clothes, and found that "she” was no longer there.

Looking to the right, I saw the axis of the painting on the wall, and the beauty was like that, the laughter was pounding, but the smile was blurring.

The painter's disciple rubbed his eyes so hard that he suspected that he was mistaken.

Beauty in the painting, gradually melting, scattered into rouge, flowering green pigment, flowing from the painting paper.

In the blink of an eye, the color flushed out. There was only one blank piece of paper left. A spring breeze blew through the house, and the shaft swayed, leaving only a dark red seal in the corner, which remained the same. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)