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Jiang Hanzheng and Kong Huai have the same teacher, and there are not many people to compare with.
"You see, isn't Jiang Hanzheng very arrogant when he built the foundation some time ago? Now that senior brother Kong Huai, the rightful master, is back, he will be silent!"
"Kong Huai? Just the senior who was particularly good in the competition? But I think real people treat Senior Brother Jiang first and foremost... I still admire Senior Brother Jiang more."
"Hey, you are new here, and you don't know how much Daoist dotes on senior brother Kong Huai before...these two people have a single spiritual root and a five spiritual root, they are so different! Besides, Jiang Han was injured in the competition, But as for Eldest Senior Brother, a few tricks will determine the winner, and the audience was stunned to see it."
"I see… "
Whenever a competition is held, in addition to the competition of masters, rookies and disciples who cannot participate also have their own fun. The big and small things that happen in the daily competition are all talk after cultivation, and even in the middle and late finals, some people will come out Use Lingshi to bet on the players' winning or losing.
At this time, Kong Huai was naturally the hottest candidate.
Helang knew about these things, presumably Jiang Han was being compared by everyone, and he would feel uncomfortable, but he didn't see the little disciple mentioning it.
Jiang Han's temperament is actually introverted, and when he is down, he doesn't know how to relieve it, so he can only practice harder on his own. He Lang is afraid that he will have a knot in his heart, so he brought two pots of fine wine to sit down with him while the moon was full. under the flower tree.
Jiang Hanzheng has never drank alcohol and never drank alcohol. Seeing that his master asked him to drink, he refused in fear.
Helang ignored his refusal, and put down two luminous cups on the stone table, and poured wine from the pot, "You are also sixteen, you are not considered a child, if you are in the world, you can already marry a wife and have children, There's no harm in having some wine."
"How can a monk marry a wife and have children..." Jiang Han pursed his lips and shook his head. The poor life of a monk gave him a limited understanding.
"A monk is not a monk, how can he not touch love, love?" Helang bent his lips, raised his wine glass to take a sip, and looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Han's face was reddish, and he finally obeyed, holding the wine glass with both hands cautiously. What Master said is also reasonable, practitioners can also find their loved ones to form a partner.
He suddenly had some doubts that shouldn't be there, and suddenly wanted to know the past of the master, and wondered whether he had touched the world of mortals.
"What are you thinking? Don't you want to taste it?" Helang's voice suddenly came to his ears, accompanied by a slight exhalation, which made Jiang Hanzheng nod suddenly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, choking I was caught off guard.
This wine is naturally spicy, Jiang Han was coughing again and again for a moment, his face was flushed, and his eyes were full of bewilderment and helplessness, as if he hadn't thought that the wine would taste like this.
Helang couldn't help smiling, patted his back for him, and covered his lips and smiled a few times, feeling as if he had teased a child.
The night is as cool as water, and with the light and shadow of the stars and the moon, this night does not seem dull and depressing.
Helang poured another half a glass of wine for him, and taught him how to drink slowly is the best way, how to drink lightly so that you can feel the wine slowly enter your throat.
Jiang Han was ignorant and drank a few cups. After tasting the aftertaste of this fine wine, it was not so unpalatable, and his tense mood also relaxed. He took a deep breath, seeing that Master seemed to understand The wine dispenser asked curiously: "How did Master know how to drink in the first place?"
Helang shook the wine glass and sniffed the aroma of the wine overflowing the rim. His question made him pause, and his eyes slowly moved away. He stared at Moon Shadow, his thoughts were racing, and he naturally recalled some past events in his mind. past.
The first time he drank alcohol was to strengthen his courage to confess his love to He Zheng. Since both of them were about to marry a wife and start a family, if he didn’t express his heart sooner, he might regret it for the rest of his life. So at that time, He Lang drank three glasses of rice wine, and he did this feat in a flash of brain, otherwise, with his meek temper, he might not be able to say it for a lifetime.
Then why drink? Maybe it's still related to He Zheng.
When he still wanted to marry a wife in order to obey his father's wishes, he could only get drunk to ignore the sound of gongs and drums in his ears and the red gauze in front of his eyes.
Of course, he will never forget the cup of poisoned wine given by He Zheng himself that ended his youth.
Seeing the master staring at the distance without making a sound, he must have fallen into some thoughts. Jiang Hanzheng also quietly put down his wine glass, staring at his side face, feeling a sense of melancholy in his heart for some reason, thinking that the memory of the master must not be good Otherwise, why would there be a hint of remorse and fragility in his eyes? Who is Master missing? And who can bring him painful memories
Jiang Han was pursing his lips tightly, boldly approaching Helang, wrapped his arms around him, and told him to turn back.
Helang rubbed his forehead, turned back immediately, and answered his question just now, with a nonchalant tone, "Let's use wine to relieve your worries, forget about it, but it's not important, I can't remember clearly."
"Won't worry add to worry?"
Helang raised his wine glass and asked, "Are you worried now?"
"Not really. Drinking with Master is very brisk." Jiang Hanzheng shook his head vigorously, touched his wine glass back, and smiled shyly.
The two looked at each other with a smile, and raised their heads to finish their glasses of wine together.
This is Jiang Hanzheng's first time drinking wine, and he doesn't know how to measure it. At first, he just had a few sips, but later he actually drank a few more. It is rare for him to open his heart and have a good conversation with his master. All restraints are thrown away. At the back of his head, by the time he reacted, his mind was already dizzy.
The body was overwhelmed with alcohol, Jiang Hanzheng's eyes soon blurred, looking at Helang's eyes were dark and shiny, and he didn't know what was going on, his brain became hot, and he followed the inner meaning, and threw himself into Helang's arms for a while. .
Helang rubbed the head of the person in his arms, and didn't care about his overly intimate behavior, "Isn't it easier to do this? You have worked hard during the day, and the master hasn't congratulated you on successfully passing the preliminary round."
Jiang Han was listening, and drank a few more glasses of wine in a muffled voice. His mood became more and more depressed. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "But Tuer is not happy at all..."
He was indeed drunk, otherwise he would not have revealed his heart so sincerely.
Helang supported his warm body, "What's the matter? It's just some insignificant things..."
Jiang Han was looking up from his arms, his eyes were already flushed, with a deep sense of bewilderment and unwillingness.
"Is it true that no matter how hard I try, I can't become the only one of the master? Since I started, I vowed to be the person who makes the master proud, but no matter how much I think about it day and night, I can't catch up with the elder brother... Five Is the spiritual root really inferior to the single spiritual root anyway? Tuer wants to be the best, doesn't want to be abandoned again, and doesn't want to go back to the dark days before, Tuer wants to be qualified to be by Master's side forever... But my apprentice is so tired..."
He said a lot of fragmentary words, although Helang was incoherent, Helang could hear every word clearly, until he was tired of talking, his voice gradually quieted down, and he lost his voice when he fell on his shoulder.
Helang patted the cheek of the person on his body, it was hot, but his palm was slightly moist, maybe he was crying.
Staring at the wet water marks on his palms for a long time, Helang wrapped his arms around his waist, picked him up vigorously, and wanted to send him into the room to rest, but the person on his body was already in a deep sleep, and hugged him tightly and refused to Let go and make him less mobile.
Helang glanced melancholy at the vast moonlight, and suddenly his body became a little tired, and he didn't want to move.
He sighed slightly, and leaned against the thick pear tree trunk, letting Jiang Hanzheng sleep on his body, all night.
Helang didn't notice that there was another person in the distance who had been staring at him for an unknown amount of time.
Kong Huai didn't make a sound all the time, but quietly took in their every move, and it was precisely because of this that he didn't say a single word or a single word.
How could he feel? Could he just think that Master's heart has been removed from him in the past hundred years, and all of it has been put on Jiang Hanzheng's body
At the beginning, he would leave because the master suddenly showed his love for him, which made him feel at a loss and heavy, so he escaped on the grounds of going down the mountain to practice.
But at this time, seeing that the eyes that belonged to him disappeared, and shifted to a young and useless spirit root, as arrogant as Kong Huai, how could he be convinced
Watching Helang under the moonlight, and his movements of looking at the flower branches and casually stroking the person in his arms, Kong Huai's eyes did not blink for a moment. Only then did he realize that Master's eyes are so beautiful, and his fingers are so slender. How gentle and moving it is.
Perhaps Kong Huai was also dazzled by the smell of alcohol, so he wished that he was the one lying in his arms.
But... staring at Jiang Hanzheng who was sleeping soundly, Kong Huai narrowed his eyes, his heart was as cold as frost.
He will let Master know who should be abandoned.
Since it is a useless spiritual root, one should keep one's place in order and force oneself to obtain blessings that do not belong to one's own, otherwise there will be no good end.
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