And Tang Minghui was sent to a remote town in Huaxia to recuperate because of his illness. However, even if he recovered from his illness, he probably wouldn't be able to come back.
No one knew how Tang Mingli, who had his heart taken out, survived under the watchful eyes of everyone, but he has already become a legend.
Time flies, and half a year passed quietly. Seeing that the Spring Festival is coming, Yin Shengyao's long-planned Medical King School will also be officially established after the Spring Festival.
This sect was built in Shancheng City. He bought Nanyue Mountain on the outskirts of the city and connected it to the mountain I used to plant spiritual plants. Together, we expanded the formation of gathering spirits. It took more than half a year to build the A large formation protecting the mountain.
We have used innumerable spirit stones and five-element stones for this formation. In this era, it can definitely be regarded as a first-class formation.
There have been more than forty disciples who have come to apprentice, but Yin Shengyao has never found anyone who can pass on the mantle, and they are all just outer disciples.
The news of the establishment of the sect has spread, and many people have criticized it, thinking that a small sect with more than 40 people dares to call itself the Medical King Sect.
But Yin Shengyao has the reputation of a ninth-rank alchemist, and no one dares to come to find bad luck, only dare to talk about it behind his back.
However, how did they know that Yin Shengyao, as the successor of Emperor Donghua, would command all the male immortals in the world in the future, not to mention establishing a medical king's sect, even a medical god's sect, which is worthy of the name.
During the Spring Festival, we plan to spend it on the Nanyue Mountain. The classical pavilions have been repaired. Although there are not many people, a lot of houses have been repaired. There will also be many people who come to pay homage to the teacher.
On New Year's Eve, those forty outer disciples had already hung up red lanterns and pasted Spring Festival couplets everywhere in the sect. Several Spring Festival couplets were written by Yin Shengyao himself. Dragons fly and phoenixes dance, majestic.
There is a small courtyard of mine in the Yiwangzong, and I promised to come and give lectures to the disciples as a guest elder.
Shen Anyi just called back two days ago, saying that he is now on the snow-capped mountains of the southwest plateau, where the signal is not good, so he cannot come back to spend the holiday with me.
His tone became much calmer, and I knew that he had gradually come out of sadness.
This year's winter is a warm winter, and the warm sun shines down, covering the entire mountain forest.
There is a vine of grapes planted in my backyard, and the young disciples set up grape trellises, and the grapevines are wrapped around the wooden frame. Because the aura is so abundant, even in winter, there are no fallen leaves, just like a green carpet, lush and lush.
I took a photo of the vines with the cosmic mirror, and in the afternoon, bunches of purple grapes grew very well, hanging above my head, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance.
I picked off a bunch, sat on the swing, gently shook the swing, lifted the grapes high, raised my head, grabbed one, and swallowed it into my mouth.
When Yin Shengyao came in, he happened to see this scene, with pink and translucent lips, holding a purple grape in his mouth, and the light and shadow flickering on his face as white as jade, like a dream.
Dreamlike.
He was fascinated by it.
I turned my head, smiled at him, and said, "Come and taste, these grapes are very sweet."
He walked over, pushed the swing gently, seemed to think of something, and said: "I don't know which brat hung this swing up, this kid really sucks."
I looked at him strangely and said, "Why are you owed?"
There were two suspicious red spots on his face, he coughed twice, and said, "You really don't know?"
Confused, I shook my head.
He chuckled lightly, and said, "You... haven't seen "Jin Ping Mei"?"
"Why should I watch that?" I opened my eyes wide and asked, "Have you seen it?"
His face turned even redder, and he coughed twice again.
I said, "Are you shy?"
"… No."
""Jin Ping Mei" is a book that studies the life of citizens in the Ming Dynasty. It's okay to read that, and you don't need to have any psychological burden." I comforted.
He was speechless.
For some reason, seeing his expression made me want to laugh.
He suddenly came to me, grabbed the rope of the swing with both hands, and stared down at me. His eyes were hotter than the sun, which made me feel hot all over and face, and I felt a little uncomfortable.
"You, why are you staring at me all the time? Is my face blooming?" I lowered my head and said.
He didn't speak, just looked straight at me, after a long time, he picked a bunch of grapes from the top of his head, swallowed one, then lowered his head and fed it to my mouth.
I froze for a moment, took it instinctively, and swallowed it into my mouth.
"Sweet?" He whispered in my ear.
My face turned red like a ripe tomato.
"Is it sweet?" he asked again.
I bit the grapes in my mouth, and the sweet fragrance flowed down my throat and permeated my stomach, making my whole body immersed in a floating feeling.
"En." I agreed with a barely audible voice, bit my lower lip, and hung my head shyly.
He laughed, obviously in a good mood, and kissed my hair lightly.
I lowered my head, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth.
Yin Shengyao smiled and said: "I was wrong, that kid who hangs the swing should be rewarded well."
After that, he bowed his head and kissed my lips.
This kiss was deep and long. We tasted the faint fragrance in each other's mouths, and it took a long time before we separated slowly.
Panting lightly, he said, "Jun Yao, you are so sweet."
My face was red up to the base of my neck, and I said, "Okay, don't be silly."
Under the grape trellis, the time seems to have become very long, and it seems to have become very short, the night gradually darkened, I said: "It's time for dinner."
"Wait a little longer." His sideburns lightly pressed against my face, as if he had fallen into a dream.
"Okay, it's time to wake up." I pushed him, stood up, went to the kitchen and cooked a table of meals very quickly, and had a meal with him.
According to the rules of the sect, there is a difference between the inner and outer disciples, and the ones who serve must be the inner disciples, but Yin Shengyao has not found the inner disciples, so he takes Ashin with him, and the other disciples eat in the cafeteria outside .
After the meal, Ashin ran over and shouted outside the door: "Master, they are setting off fireworks in the square outside, come and see."
We came to the gate of the courtyard and looked from afar. On the square below, the disciples of the outer sect were putting several cylindrical fireworks side by side on the ground, and then ignited them. A beam of light shot into the air, and suddenly exploded. Bloom, blooming brilliant flowers in the sky.
Blossoms of flowers bloomed one after another in the air, illuminating the night sky of the New Year's Eve, fireworks were reflected in my eyes, and flowers bloomed.
Suddenly, Yin Shengyao reached out and grabbed me, and interlocked my fingers. We looked at each other. At that moment, it seemed that even time was forbidden.
But at this time, Tang Mingli, who was far away in the capital, came out of the family banquet, and everyone in the courtyard had gone to the front for the New Year's Eve dinner.
The bright red lanterns were not festive at all, but rather gloomy and frightening, and even the lights became colder.
Tang Mingli stood in the quiet courtyard, the noise and frolicking in the distance seemed to come from another world.
He had never been so alone before.
I don't know who said that with the one you love, no matter how difficult the day is, it will become sweet and happy. If you are alone, even if you are powerful, you will be lonely and cold in the dead of night.
I never thought of it before, but now I know that it is true.
Could it be... is it because the marrow knows the taste
Only after experiencing that kind of unforgettable love and hate, will I be as melancholy as I am today.
"Patriarch." Tang Chao's voice came from behind, without turning his head, he said calmly, "What's the matter?"
Tang Chao said: "It's impossible for the head of the family to not have a woman who knows the cold and the hot. Since you came back, I don't know how many people in the capital have taken a fancy to the position of your wife, and they are all eager to move and want to put someone beside you."
Tang Mingli was still very indifferent: "So?"
Tang Chao said: "I chose a beauty for you, the Patriarch. Even if you don't like it, you can keep it by your side as a show, so as not to worry about those people." (To be continued)