Shangguan Qianyu didn't do anything, just drinking, leaning on the tombstone to drink, like an old friend meeting for many years, no words needed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, there is still an emptiness rising from the bottom of my heart.

The wine is sad and adds to the sorrow.

Shangguan Qianyu's whereabouts are a mystery, at this moment, no one expected that he would put down everything and come here to give a former fifth concubine he abandoned to spend the day of dismemberment.

After drinking this jar of wine, it was not too early, and before he knew it, Shangguan Qianyu fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know if it's because he hasn't slept well for so long, or because of the wine, Shangguan Qianyu slept very deeply, and when he woke up, it was already dawn, and it was a new day.

The sky was high and the clouds were light.

Shangguan Qianyu got up and glanced back at the tombstone.

Seventy-seven has passed, Yan Qingrui, have you never had anything to do with this world since then? You have walked so cleanly, but how can you be embarrassed by the living people?

With a little pain in his head, Shangguan Qianyu rubbed his forehead and walked out of the cemetery lightly.

The feeling of amazement in his heart became thicker, and he walked in the mountains and fields in no direction, one foot high and one foot low, dazed and aimless.

There are fourteen peaks in Shuowang Mountain, Bodhi Temple is in Nanhua Peak, this meadow is in Wangyun Peak, the mountain road is extended, and the winding path is sparsely populated.

Shangguan Qianyu walked for a while, only to find that he had deviated from the path and was not going in the direction of the city gate, but instead of entering the city from the east gate, he could enter the city from the south gate.

Shangguan Qianyu didn't care, passed through a forest in front, turned over the hillside, and after going down the mountain, there was a road leading directly to the south city gate.

When passing through the forest, Shangguan Qianyu suddenly had a very strange feeling, he seemed to have been to this forest.

That familiar feeling abruptly arose from his heart, he glanced around, but shook his head and smiled bitterly, it seems that he is too delirious, if he has really been here, why is there no familiar scenery around, even the road, is also unfamiliar.

After walking forward for a while, Shangguan Qianyu heard a sound of water, which was the sound of a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

Yesterday I drank a lot of wine, but I didn't eat anything, Shangguan Qianyu was feeling a little thirsty, so he decided to find some water to drink first.

When he followed the sound of the water to the mountain spring, there was a man by the spring.

A nun in a straw sandal, the nun was in her forties, and she was kind and kind.

Shangguan Qianyu knew that this must be the master of which temple.

In addition to the large royal temples such as Bodhi Temple, there are many temples scattered between the peaks and valleys of Shuowang Mountain.

Shangguan Qianyu just wanted to get water, and after taking water and drinking it, he went into the city.

When he walked to the mountain spring, the kind and kind master Tai clasped her hands together, bowed slightly to Shangguan Qianyu, and said with concern: "Donor, can the old injury still recur?"

Shangguan Qianyu was slightly stunned, old injuries? What old injuries does he have? His body has always been strong, and his internal strength has not been stagnant, his body knows best, he does not have old injuries.

He said, "Mrs. Shi, do you know me?"

The master said: "Five years ago, the poor nun met the donor!"

Shangguan Qianyu's heart moved, five years ago, he said quietly: "Mrs. Shi, I didn't suffer any injuries five years ago, let alone any old injuries, Mrs. Shi must have recognized the wrong person!"

The master was slightly surprised, glanced at Shangguan Qianyu, and said: "Although the donor is not in good spirits, he is calm and calm, and he is fine. Maybe the poor nun really recognized the wrong person!"