She was thinking about whether she should discuss changing the name of the heart-broken wine when she saw Lao Xie someday.
The word wealth means low-key luxury and connotation.
As the saying goes, vulgarity means elegance.
Pei Yue was stunned.
Qingge then gave Pei Yue a glass of heart-broken wine, "If you drink this wine, you will surely gain wealth and honor. Brother Pei, drink slowly."
Suddenly, Pei Yue felt that the glass of wine in his hand did not taste good.
At the end, Pei Yue picked up the wine in the glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
The wine passed through my throat, like a burning fire.
I still remember that when he was practicing outside, there would always be a cup of tea on the sandalwood table next to him.
Paired with the scenery of mountains and rivers in spring, it is so refreshing and just right.
Master has said that cultivators should avoid using deep feelings. The word "love" can turn a good person into a vicious ghost.
Of course, beautiful feelings can also pull the devil back from the abyss, but they are rare. The result of a desperate gamble is a total failure.
Master said: Xiao Yue, of all things in the world, only feelings cannot be touched.
But he touched it.
That girl, like a ball of fire or a glass of strong wine, broke into his life without warning.
When he thinks of her, he laughs alone.
At that time, she would go to various places to collect famous wines.
But he is not good at drinking, but for her sake, he can drink a few drinks later.
She often took the tea from his hand and exchanged it for a pot of good wine, saying, "Dear man, why are you drinking this tasteless tea? Isn't the strong liquor from the market not exciting enough?"
When she spoke, the girl's eyebrows were dancing, vivid and beautiful, and her eyes were shining brightly, which was actually brighter than the rising sun in winter.
He took his first sip of wine and choked and coughed several times.
The girl beside her laughed heartily, suddenly smacked Pei Yue on the cheek, hugged him and said, "Yue Yue, you are so cute, I really want to love you to death."
The young man who has just begun to fall in love has too many expectations hidden in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. Every time he looks at the girl he loves, his heart will always beat loudly.
…
Pei Yue's eyes gradually became moist.
He mechanically stretched out his hand to ask for another glass of wine.
When the wine pot reached the bottom, Qingge scooped out another pot of heart-broken wine.
The two of them, one sitting in the cage and the other sitting on the cold ground outside the cage, drank in tacit understanding.
Pei Yue drank until he was slightly tipsy and fell asleep leaning against the cage. His breathing was steady and strong, and his cheeks and ears were hot and red.
Qingge put away the wine bottle and was about to leave when Pei Yue suddenly made a voice: "Don't leave..."
Qing Ge stood up and looked down at Pei Yue in the cage.
"That girl is very happy. The man she loves deeply can love her so much. She is happy." Qingge said.
Pei Yue asked softly: "Really? Will she blame me for not protecting her?"
"For her, you fought against the Martial Arts Association, without fear of good or evil, and even pointed your sword at the Martial Emperor. For this reason, you have never forgotten her in the martial arts dungeon for thousands of years."
"She is happy. The man she loves is a responsible hero. The light in her eyes will never go out or disappear."
After that, Pei Yue stopped answering Qingge's words and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Qing Ge took a breath, looked at the punished disciples around him, and immediately walked out.
On this floor, there is a house leading to the tunnel corridor, which is the residence of the spiritual master.
Qingge was extremely helpless. She finally had a real estate in the Martial Arts Association, but she didn't expect it to be in a dungeon.
But thinking that this place was a treasured place for practicing Feng Shui, she felt a little better.
Qingge lay on a bamboo bed in Master Yuan's house, waiting for Uncle Luo to come back.
After taking a nap, footsteps were heard outside, and a figure came hurriedly.
"Are you the new spiritual master?" It was the voice of a young man. Qingge opened the window and looked outside, only to see a young man wearing patched coarse clothes, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a slight gleam on his forehead.
of cold sweat.
"Yeah." Qingge responded calmly and calmly.
As far as she knew, the spiritual master not only wanted to help the punished disciples imprisoned on the 99th floor of the dungeon to get out of the darkness, but also helped some martial arts disciples who came for help.
This young man is obviously the latter.
"What's the matter?" Qingge lay down on the bamboo bed casually and asked.
The young man wiped his sweat and said, "I don't think I can survive anymore..."
He said this sentence very calmly, without any ups and downs in his voice, but his eyes were always staring at Qing Ge.
Qingge sat up from the bamboo bed and frowned: "What's your name? Where is your disciple?"
"Tang Xiaoyao, a handyman disciple of Tang Sect in martial arts." The young man replied.
Tang Xiaoyao.
It's a good name.
"Why do you say that?" Qing Ge asked.
Tang Xiaoyao lowered his head and rolled up the sleeves of his hands. There were old and new wounds on them, dense scars, intricately intertwined. At first glance, it was shocking!
"Who did it? Who bullied you?" Qingge's eyes were cold, realizing the seriousness of the matter. "I did it myself." Tang Xiaoyao looked at the injury on his arm and said, "Every time I encounter
Painful things, sad things, I like to cut my hands with a knife. I watch the skin break open and the blood flow out, and my emotions will slowly change.
Become calm. I seem to like this feeling. I am in a trapped beast fighting. I can't escape this emotion. I have no friends or relatives. I am an orphan. I don't know what to do.
"
Qingge's eyes were as frosty as she looked at Tang Xiaoyao's hand indifferently.
The boy was very thin, with dark skin on his face. Strangely, the skin on his arms was as white as a woman's.
It's just that those scars covering it are so scary.
"What's the latest thing?" Qing Ge has become a spiritual master in a decent manner.
"I have been treated unfairly." Tang Xiaoyao said: "My fellow senior sister admired me, but I never liked her. She became angry and hated her because of love..."
"What's up with her?"
"She told several senior brothers who loved her that I was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat and wanted to belittle her. Those senior brothers beat and kicked me and insulted me with all kinds of dirty words."
Tang Xiaoyao lowered his head: "After the incident was over, I took out the knife under the pillow and cut open my arm. In this way, I could calm down."
"Do you hate it?" Qing Ge asked.
Do you hate it...
"Hate." Tang Xiaoyao said: "I hate that I shouldn't have come to this world in that winter."
The world is so big that there is no place for him.
Qing Ge pursed her bright red lips and looked deeply at Tang Xiaoyao.
"Why did you think of coming to the dungeon?" Qingge asked. "I wanted to kill myself, but I heard that a new spiritual master came from the Martial Arts Association." Tang Xiaoyao said: "So I came."