Chapter 4103 I don't seem to be able to live anymore
She was wondering when she saw Lao Xie and whether to discuss whether to change the name of the Broken Heart Wine.
The word "wealth" is low-key and luxurious, and has meaning.
As the saying goes, great customs means great elegance.
Pei Yue was as stupid as a wooden chicken.
Qingge added a heartbreaking wine to Pei Yue, "After drinking this wine, you will be rich and prosperous. Brother Pei, drink it slowly."
Suddenly, Pei Yue felt that the glass of wine in his hand was not good to drink.
Finally, Pei Yue picked up the wine in the glass and sipped it all.
The wine passes through the throat, like a fire.
I still remember that when he was practicing outside, there was always a cup of tea on the sandalwood table next to him.
With the spring scenery, it is so refreshing and just right.
The master said that people who practice cultivation should avoid using deep affection. The word "feeling" can turn a good person into a ghost.
Of course, beautiful feelings can also pull the demons back from the abyss, but very few of them. As a result of a desperate bet, if you lose the bet, you will lose a miserable defeat.
Master said: Xiao Yue, all things in the world cannot be touched by emotions.
But he touched it.
The girl, like a ball of fire and a glass of strong wine, broke into his life without warning.
When he thinks of her, he will smile alone.
At that time, she would go to various places to collect famous good wines.
But he was not good at drinking, but for her, he could have a few drinks later.
She often took away the tea from his hand and changed to a pot of good wine, saying, "A man, what kind of tasteless tea is drinking? Isn't the spirits in the market exciting enough?"
When talking, the girl was dancing with her eyebrows, vivid and beautiful, with her eyes shining brightly, which was even brighter than the rising sun in winter.
He drank the first sip of wine in his life and coughed a few times.
The girl laughed loudly next to her, and suddenly smacked Pei Yue on the cheek, hugged him and said, "Yueyue, you are so cute, I really want to love you to death."
The young man who is in love has too many expectations hidden in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. Whenever he looks at his beloved girl, his heart will always be beating.
...
Pei Yue's eyes gradually became wet.
He mechanically stretched out his hand and asked for another glass of wine.
Seeing the bottom of the wine pot, Qingge scooped out a pot of heartbreaking wine again.
Both of them sat in a cage
Among them, one of them sat on the cold ground outside the cage and drank tacitly.
Pei Yue was slightly drunk and fell asleep against the cage. His breathing was steady and powerful, and his cheeks and ears were boiling and red.
Qingge put away the wine pot and was about to leave, when Pei Yue suddenly made a voice: "Don't leave..."
Qingge stood up and looked down at Pei Yue in the cage.
"That girl is very happy. The man she loves deeply is happy to love her so much." Qingge said.
Pei Yue asked softly: "Really? Will she blame me for not protecting her?"
"For her, you fight against the Martial Arts Association without fear of the natural barrier of good and evil, and even aim your sword at the Martial Emperor. For this reason, you have been in the Martial Arts Dungeon for thousands of years and have never forgotten her."
"She is happy, the man she loves is a responsible hero, and the light in her eyes will never fade and disappear."
After that, Pei Yue never answered Qingge's words again, and seemed to be asleep.
Qingge exhaled, looked at the punished disciples around him, and then walked out.
On this floor, there is a house leading to the tunnel corridor, which is the residence of the Spiritual Master.
Qingge was helpless. She finally had a real estate in the Martial Arts Association, but she didn't expect to be in the dungeon.
However, when she thought that this place was a Feng Shui treasure land for cultivation, she felt a little better.
Qingge was lying in the Yuanshi's house on a bamboo bed, waiting for Uncle Luo to come back.
After taking a nap, footsteps sounded outside and a figure came hurriedly.
"Are you the new spiritual master?" It was the boy's voice. Qingge opened the window and looked out, but saw a boy wearing a patched coat, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Yeah." Qingge responded coldly without any speed.
As far as she knows, the Spirit Master not only needs to help the punished disciples imprisoned on the 99th floor of the dungeon to get out of the darkness, but also help some martial arts disciples who come to seek help.
This young man is obviously the latter.
"Is there anything wrong?" Qingge asked, laying back on the bamboo bed.
The boy wiped his sweat and said, "I don't seem to be able to survive..."
He said this sentence very plainly, his voice did not fluctuate at all, but his eyes were always staring at Qingge.
Qingge sat up from the bamboo bed, frowning
Mei: "What's your name? Where's the disciple?"
"Tang Xiaoyao, a tragic disciple of the Tang Sect of Wudao." The young man replied.
Tang Xiaoyao.
It's a good name.
"Why do you say that?" Qingge asked.
Tang Xiaoyao lowered his head and rolled up the sleeves of his hands. There were new and old wounds, dense scars, intertwined intricately. At first glance, it was shocking!
"Who did it? Who was bullied by you?" Qingge's eyes were cold and she realized the seriousness of the matter.
"I did it myself." Tang Xiaoyao looked at the wound on his arm and said, "Every time I encounter painful or sad things, I like to cut my hands with a knife. When I see the skin breaking and the blood flows out, my emotions will slowly calm down. I seem to like this feeling, I am fighting a beast, I can't escape such emotions. I have no friends, no relatives, I am an orphan, I don't know what to do."
Qingge's eyes looked like frost and he looked at Tang Xiaoyao's hand lightly.
The boy was very thin, and his face was dark. Strangely, his arms were as white as a woman.
But the scars were so scary.
"What's the latest thing?" Qingge became a spiritual master with a good appearance.
"I was treated unfairly." Tang Xiaoyao said: "The senior sister of the same school loved me, but I never liked her. She was angry and hated because of love..."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She told her senior brothers who loved her that I wanted to eat swan meat and wanted to be careless. Those senior brothers punched me and insulted me with all kinds of dirty words."
Tang Xiaoyao lowered his head: "After the matter was over, I took out the knife under the pillow and cut my arm open. In this way, my mood can calm down."
"Do you hate it?" Qingge asked.
Hate...
"Hate." Tang Xiaoyao said: "I hate that in the winter of that year, I shouldn't have come to this world."
The world is so big that there is no other place to live.
Qingge pursed her bright red lips and looked at Tang Xiaoyao deeply.
"Why do you think of coming to the dungeon?" Qingge asked.
"I wanted to commit suicide, but I heard that a new spiritual master came from the Martial Arts Association." Tang Xiaoyao said: "So I came."