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Fu Qingjin, if it weren't for you, how could I drink, drink...
Who is Fu Qingjin? What did i drink
Ping pong!
"Fuck you!" Li Qingshan drank the tea, shattered the teapot on the ground, aside the willow branches, and strode towards Yunyulou.
"Fu Qingjin, get out for Laozi!"
Although I forget who you are!
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This time the Yunyu Alliance requires all foundation-building cultivators to participate, but not all.
Baijiajingyuan, painter's home.
The disciple who waved back all the costumes, Chu Shidao supported his body, got up from the bed, walked to the window, and stared at the brilliant spring outside the window, sparkling waves flashing among the willow shoots.
His eyes flickered, he really didn't want to die!
In the first life of cultivation, the origin is still in the word "longevity", because there is hope when you live, and everything in front of you is there.
He forced himself to look back, cherish it and take out the scroll from his arms, and slowly unfold it.
The person in the painting is staring at him with jet-black eyes, cyan skirts, rouge lips, and strokes, all of which he painted in the past, but now they look different.
"Ayan, I'm hungry."
As soon as Shidao Chu finished speaking, there was a fragrant breeze, not the fragrance of powder, but the fragrance of ink.
"Always put me in my arms, the paint has dried up."
The woman walked out of the painting, grabbed the scroll from Chu Shidao's hand, and hung it upright on the wall.
It seemed that he hadn't noticed the growing deadness on Chu Shidao's face behind him. Stroking his skin in the mirror, without asking him what he wanted to eat, when he walked to the back kitchen, there was smoke and fire, and then he smelled the fragrance of vegetables.
Chu Shidao sat down on the tabletop, took out a rattan-yellow jug, and put it on the table without much hesitation. Open the lid and pour the golden yellow liquid obtained from Ruxin into the jug.
Without much effort, Ayan brought the dishes to the table, and Chu Shidao took a bite: "It's salty."
"Don't eat if you don't want to." A Yan said in an angry voice.
Pour the wine into two wine glasses, touch them lightly in the hands of the two, and drink them separately. Each is speechless.
It's not embarrassment and silence, getting along for a hundred years. Something to say. I've already said it all. Even if one party wanted to say something, when his eyes touched, he felt that there was no need to speak.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Ayan looked at Master Chu with some suspicion. Today, in his eyes, there is something vague and unclear that she can't see through.
"What can I hide from you?" Chu Shidao smiled and toasted again.
In a short while, a pot of wine was drunk.
"This wine is weird. I don't think it looks like I'm drunk." Ayan held his forehead. The mind is a little groggy.
"I'm also a little drunk." Chu Shidao smiled slightly, the past like smoke and dust. One after another, floating together, and the only trace of anger on him.
With a soft sound, the cups and plates on the table trembled together, and Chu Shidao lay on the table, motionless, and passed away suddenly.
With a scream, Ah Yan stood up and touched the chair: "Hey, you...who are you?"
Before the grief could spread in the future, I became at a loss. The more desperately I recalled, what I wanted to grasp became a cloud of smoke.
Inexplicably hot on her face, she touched her cheek, it was already wet and tears were streaming.
The spring light outside the window became more and more splendid.
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When everyone was attracted by the "moon demon" in the water moon disk, Ruxin didn't care about the arrival of this terrible demon, and said with concern: "Are you okay!"
Li Qingshan was extremely calm in the confrontation with Fu Qingjin, but Ruxin felt the tension in his heart, which had nothing to do with his delicate mind. Li Qingshan's acting skills could be described as flawless.
Have a good heart? Ru Xin sneered at this, what good would it be to have a clear heart with him, but at the same time couldn't help but get anxious for him, and suddenly remembered the existence of "Wang Shui".
Wangshui, she had never drank it, just found a few mortals. Under the temptation of heavy money, no one was interested in her memory. She didn't even think that there was a certain part of her body that could be worth so much money. , And sold it without hesitation.
The effect seems to be pretty good. Of course, her Wangshui doesn't have the power of the legendary Meng Po soup, it can wash away all people's memories, otherwise she would not dare to give it to Li Qingshan to drink.
The effect is roughly the opposite of Recalling Water. Recalling Water means remembering what you want to remember, while forgetting Water means that the more you remember something, you will forget something. When she was refining, she referred to Yishui's formula, selected many medicinal materials with the opposite medicinal properties, and made improvements.
Because of this, it can be guaranteed that the memory of Chu Shidao's painting beauty can be erased while ensuring that her spirituality is not lost.
Although the Hachi divine beast claims to be able to distinguish right from wrong, it can only point to the heart and see through lies. If the heart has forgotten, Hachi can't tell.
"Do you think I'm okay?" Li Qingshan stared at Ruxin, without a trace of strangeness in his eyes.
"Do you remember me?" Ruxin said in surprise, he should be thinking about something and forgetting something now.
"Even if you forget anyone, I can't forget you!" Li Qingshan shook his head, as if the power of Wangshui's medicine was fighting desperately, and he wanted to keep the woman in his eyes deeply in his heart, and never forget it.
Ruxin's heart beat with a bang, and a faint blush on his cheeks.
"You still owe me a lot of pills!"
But Li Qingshan's next words gave Ru Xin a slight stun, her expression as usual, and a smile said, "Didn't you already use the rest of the pill to buy Wangshui?"
"when!?"
"Oh, you forgot."
"You don't bluff me, how could I forget, give me some memory of water, that's the antidote!"
Li Qingshan stretched out his hand and said, although there is no way to fool Hachi's magical power, it is not difficult to control one's own thoughts and restrain the power of Wangshui under the suppression of the spirit turtle.
But this time, my mind was always a little muddled, and he asked the instigator in front of him for an antidote.
The color is true: "If you have the ability, just think about it!"
Li Qingshan was startled slightly: "Are you angry?"
"Huh?" Ru Xin came back to her senses, but found that she was so angry in her heart.
Li Qingshan smiled unkindly and said, "It seems that I have to discuss with Qiongzhi."
"What to discuss?"
"Many husbands, three wives and four concubines, are actually very common, right." Li Qingshan smiled, in this regard, his original ambition was not small, think about Chutian's servants can hug left and right, he asked. It doesn't seem to be too much.
Together, these thoughts will spread like weeds, and if they are like hearts, their eyes will be a little different.
The two have always spoken by means of sound transmission. In order to prevent people from noticing the strangeness, they always look ahead and communicate with each other.
But after hearing these words, Ruxin turned her head, smiled sweetly, and picked up her aura, and her voice thundered on Li Qingshan's eardrums: "Be your mother's spring and autumn dream!"
"I won!" Li Qingshan smiled silently, his lips closed and he deliberately used "say".
When the two get along, they always make jokes constantly, winning by stirring the other's emotions. When this joke is really serious, I'm afraid that even Li Qingshan himself can't tell.
I just feel like getting along with each other, and it’s always easy. I just took Wangshui to carry the news of Fu Qingjin. Although Ruxin didn’t go into it, he must have known some of his secrets: for example, he had met the elders of Feilong and even the elders of Feilong. The Sumi ring is in his hand.
But he didn’t have any worries in his heart. He had a wonderful trust. Seeing Ruxin feel frustrated, Li Qingshan smiled and said, “You can keep the pill if you want. There is not much left anyway, but a mere bottle of potion , Not enough to make me forget you, you are not Po Meng!"
After hearing what Li Qingshan said, Ruo didn't know what it was like in her heart, and suddenly came back to her senses, "I am not Po Meng... It seems that Wang Shui is not very effective for practitioners. Master Chu, there should be no Question! I think it's just a painting... Master!"
In the Hundred Schools of Classics, feeling the aura of Master Chu disappeared, the painter disciples could no longer care about the ban, and broke into the abode, screamed, and they couldn't help crying with tears and grief.
I saw the "mother" standing bewildered at the dinner table. Although she was crying, she didn't have much sadness, and she looked very at a loss. I was very dissatisfied in my heart: "The master is really crazy, how can a painting be worth all his life's painstaking efforts."
No one paid any attention to her. A group of people carefully put Chu Shidao on the bed, covered it with a white cloth, and carried it to the main hall, waiting for Chu Danqing, a direct disciple, to come back to call the shots.
She stretched out her hand alone in the air, but she didn't know what to do. It felt like she was back a hundred years ago, when she was just drawn.
painting!
She turned her head abruptly and looked at the blank drawing paper on the wall. Looking at the corner of the drawing paper, the seal had faded into dark red, and the words "Master Chu" seemed to be repeated over and over again.
In the bamboo hall, the young man frowned. Although he was very dissatisfied with his own "clumsy work", he still stamped his seal with force.
That was their first meeting.
Time passed by like water, and the memories of flying smoke gathered together again. I talked to him for the first time, cooked food for him for the first time, and quarreled with him for the first time because she deliberately contaminated his newly painted beauty.
There was a faint smile in her eyes, hurriedly for a hundred years, as if she had experienced it again, she suddenly smiled, "Why, I will forget it?" Then she cursed: "Old stuff, do this boring thing."
Speaking and cursing, he walked into the blank drawing paper.
A disciple of the painter came back to pick up Chu Shidao's clothes. After Chu Danqing came back, he would bathe and change the clothes for Chu Shidao, and found that "she" was no longer there.
Looking left and right, seeing the scroll on the wall, the beauty is the same, and the smile is Yan Yan, but the smile is gradually blurred.
The painter's disciple rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he had made a mistake.
The beauty in the painting gradually melted, and the paint of rouge and cyan color was scattered, flowing down from the drawing paper.
In a blink of an eye, the colors flowed out, and only a blank piece of drawing paper was left. A spring breeze blew through the house, and the scroll swayed, leaving only the dark red seals in the corners, which remained the same. RQ
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