Halfway through the hour, Hua Tianxia led Tang Qiuyu and Xia Wutong down to the first floor and into a courtyard behind Huaman Building.

A dining table has been set up in the garden, and Xiaoju and Mumu are already sitting on the edge eating melon seeds.

Looking at Xia Wutong walking in, Mu Mu smiled and said, "Sister Wutong, why don't you see my brother and my wife come over for dinner?"

Xia Wutong sat down next to her and said with a smile: "Your brother asked Brother Nalan from the inn opposite to drink two glasses of wine. I'm afraid he won't wake up until noon tomorrow. Naturally, he can't come for dinner tonight.

"

When Mu Mu heard this, she couldn't help laughing. She looked at Xia Wutong and said, "I have to tell my husband and wife about this. I have to go see my brother after dinner."

While they were talking, the maid from Huamanlou led her husband and Li Hongxiu in, followed by Nalan Yu.

When Mu Mu saw Li Hongxiu, she jumped up, took her hand and said, "Master's wife, my brother asked the owner of the inn opposite to knock him down, so we can't have dinner."

When Hua Tianxia and Tang Qiuyu heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

Pointing at the back of the gentleman, he said: "Little girl, the man who knocked down your brother's cup is right behind him. Do you want me to give him a good beating for you?"

Tang Qiuyu quickly introduced to her husband: "Mr. Mo, this is Hua Tianxia Hua Xianzi, the boss of Huamanlou. Sister Hua, this is the young monk's master and apprentice, Mr. Mo and his wife Li Hongxiu."

Li Hongxiu turned around and looked at Nalan Yu behind him and said, "Are you the Nalan brother Li Ye met on the road? Why did you knock him down as soon as we met?"

Nalan Yu looked at Li Hongxiu and hesitated, not knowing what to say.

Hua Tianxia looked at Nalan Yu and smiled and said: "Hello Sister Li, you and Mr. Mo are welcome to come to Huamanlou to enjoy the glory. This Nalan Yu is the second boss of the inn where you are staying, and the drink he gives to your apprentice is

Even if you have money, you can't buy the hard-to-find 'Drunken Life and Dream of Death' wine now. He was drunk all night, but it is good for his body."

The gentleman nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down.

When Li Hongxiu heard this, she looked at Nalan Yu and said with a smile: "With such a good wine, you have to give the little guy's wife a drink, right?"

When Nalanyu heard this, he frowned, spread out his hands and said, "You should come earlier and there is still more. There is not a drop left. Maybe someone still has a jar..." After that, he looked at it.

Take a look at Hua Tianxia.

When Li Hongxiu heard this, he sighed, looked at Tang Qiuyu and said: "It seems that this wine is not destined to happen, but our family Li Ye is lucky!"

Tang Qiuyu glanced at Hua Tianxia.

Hua Tianxia also sighed, glared at Nalan Yu, looked at Li Hongxiu and said: "I'm so sorry, I only took pictures of four urns, two of which were given to Huangcheng, and the other two were given to this guy at the back.

Just cheated."

Li Hongxiu pulled up the chair and sat down, smiling and saying, "Is this wine really as magical as you say?"

The gentleman sitting next to her nodded and said softly: "If I'm not wrong, this is brewed by a wine geek from the Western Regions. According to him, he only brewed ten jars in total. It's good to be able to take out four jars for auction."

"There are rumors in the world that he also unintentionally brewed the 'Drunken Life and Dream of Death' wine. Later, he tried to brew it again but was never able to do so. Even I heard that I was unable to drink a glass."

Hua Tianxia took a deep look at her husband and sat down next to Tang Qiuyu.

He said quietly: "I bought the wine with my own money, and it was only thanks to the young monk that I drank three glasses today. After all, I have to thank Mr. Mo's young disciple."

Xia Wutong pouted at the side and said: "Brother Nalan, you are too partial. I have known you for so long and you have never given me half a drink."

Nalanyu looked up at the sky and smiled lightly: "Because you are not my brother!"

Then he shook his head and said: "It's a pity that my brother has no realm at all. Otherwise, after drinking these two glasses of wine, he will be able to break through at least two or three realms."

Hua Tianxia glanced at Nalan Yu and said softly: "Could it be that Luo Yu and I can also break through to the same realm?"

Nalan Yu rolled his eyes at her and said, "Won't you know when you get up tomorrow? This is wine, not elixir."

Li Hongxiu sighed helplessly: "I don't know where this little guy got his luck. He spent a year cultivating on Tianshan Mountain and made friends with two old monsters who were about to survive the ninth calamity."

"On the way to the Central Territory, I just got off the car and went for a run to practice. I also met Master Hua and Brother Nalan. He is really a little monster."

Mu Mu screamed strangely from the side: "Master Wife, if you said my brother is a monster, wouldn't Mu Mu also become a little monster?"

Li Hongxiu glared at her and said with a smile: "You are a little monster."

...

Li Ye was asleep in a guest room in the backyard of an inn.

He had a long...very long dream.

He dreamed that his flesh and bones were rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound, and that there was a knife cutting into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He was so miserable that he ran to the top of the mountain and jumped off the cliff. The mountain wind like a knife whizzed past his ears.

The speed of falling was getting faster and faster, and he could already see the pairs of demonic hands under the abyss, calling to him.

In the process of falling, he remembered many things...the first time he met Shangguan Wushuang on the small bridge, and then being pushed down by her in the snow and riding on him, and then she stretched out her little hands and asked him for gold coins.

.....like a long picture scroll... slowly opening in his mind.

However, just as he was thinking about grabbing the little sister's little hand, the knife in the sea of ​​consciousness cut him even more painfully.

It was a pain that penetrated into his soul, like a wild fire gently roasting his soul, constantly attacking his sea of ​​consciousness, and he could not bear the pain at all.

In his dream, he remembered what the old monk said, how to keep the mind and thoughts at bay, and what kind of choices could he make in the picture scroll opposite?

If love is not heavy, you will not be reborn as a saha; if love is not deep, you will not fall into reincarnation... No matter what you choose, it seems that it cannot alleviate the pain in the body, bone marrow, and soul.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes were in so much pain that he couldn't even open them at all.

I thought that if I was really going to die, I should open my eyes and embrace the death in front of me.

Even if I fall into this abyss in the next second, even if I am afraid that I will never see my parents and sister who just went to the city again, even if I am afraid that I will never see the little sister on Phoenix Mountain again...

Suddenly, he felt that his body was wrapped in a white cloud between the cliffs, and he felt that the cloud was gently lifting him.

Some warm breath wandered through his body, and the knife in his sea of ​​consciousness had stopped cutting.

At this time, he fell into a state of emptiness, forgetting the severe pain of flesh rubbing against bones, forgetting the knife in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, forgetting the young lady on Phoenix Mountain, and only felt that his body was slowly floating upward.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally floated to the top of the cliff, where he jumped.

The picture scroll in his mind stopped turning, and he seemed to see a piece of clothes fluttering in the mountain wind, or like crisscrossing lines, lines carved on stone.

He remembered that they were the stone statues of the Eighteen Arhats in the Great Buddha Temple.

There is also the female Bodhisattva statue in the old monk’s Buddhist hall.

...

During his short three years of practice, he encountered countless dangers and life and death tests.

But what he encountered today on the cliff at the top of the mountain made him feel extremely frightened.

The fall seemed simple, and his consciousness even forgot the experience of the previous second in the next second. For example, his body was still squeezing his bones in the last second, making him hopeless.

But the next second, I felt as if a pair of warm hands were gently stroking me, allowing the injured flesh and bones to slowly heal.

...

The husband and Li Hongxiu, who had had dinner at Huamanlou, led Mumu into the backyard of Wujian Inn. They looked at Li Ye who was sleeping, his brows furrowed tightly, and the clenched fists of his little hands sometimes opened and sometimes reopened.

Pinch tight.

Mu Mu wants to come up and wake up Li Ye.

The husband gently held her novel and said softly: "It's a good thing to let him have a good sleep here. He has not been able to relax well along the way."

Li Hongxiu also sighed softly, looked at the luxurious room, and said with a wry smile: "Your disciple has a much greater reputation than your husband. Look, the place they live in is much bigger than ours."

The husband looked back at her and said, "I said that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. This is the truth."

Mu Mu stuck out her tongue and pulled Li Hongxiu towards the house.

"Giggle" and said with a smile: "Master, my husband scolded me and me for being lazy. We stay on the carriage every day and don't even go for a run."

Li Hongxiu's face turned red and she stretched out her hand to spank her.

She smiled and said: "I am so old, how can I run like a little guy in the wind and rain without my life?"

The gentleman shook his head, pulled the quilt for Li Ye, turned around and left the guest room.

...

As expected, Li Ye slept until the end of every second day and woke up as Nalan Yu said.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the linen monk's robe I was wearing was gone. There was a white robe hanging on the bedside. I reached out and took it. I tried it on and found that the size fit me perfectly.

Standing beside the bed, he gently stretched his arms and found that his physical strength seemed to have increased a lot overnight, and his consciousness was much stronger than before.

I was shocked, thinking that I just drank two glasses of Nalan Yu's "Drunk Life, Dreaming of Death" wine, and it actually made my cultivation level increase a lot.

Looks like I need to ask the big brother I picked up on the side of the road.

When I walked out of the room and came to the living room, I saw a bowl of porridge, a plate of vegetables, and a note on the table.

He reached out to pick up the note and saw it read: "Brother, you are a lazy pig. Mu Mu went shopping with her husband. Just drink this bowl of porridge when you get up."

Li Ye smiled faintly, walked behind the door to wash up, then sat at the table, picked up the porridge, and sighed softly: "What kind of wine is this? I obviously had a lot of dreams last night, why now?"

Can’t remember any of them?”

After taking a sip of the white porridge, I picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of green vegetables.

...

Pushing open the door and walking into the small garden in the backyard, a gust of breeze blew in my face, and the fragrance of the mast flowers was diluted in the wind.

Li Ye closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance of flowers in the wind.

Whispering softly: "After a night of drunkenness and dreaming, I am alive again."

Mr. Xindao and his wife took Mumu to go shopping. Why was Brother Nalan not here? He was the only one in Ruoda's yard.

As I walked into the garden, I smelled the aroma of tea and wondered, could it be that Brother Nalan was brewing tea in the garden and waiting for me?

After walking around two bushes of plum trees, I saw a middle-aged man in black robe sitting in the pavilion in the garden.

He seems to be older than Mr., with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, as thin as Mr., six feet tall, and is holding a delicate silver pot in his hand to pour boiling water on the purple clay pot.

Looking at the timid Li Ye outside the pavilion, the gentleman inside the pavilion smiled faintly.

He said: "Invitation is worse than meeting by chance. I don't know your surname, young gentleman. Would you be willing to drink tea with me?"
Chapter completed!