There was no light in the study, and it was dark, but only the picture scroll as a whole emitted a faint silver light.

In the painting, the woman's eyebrows and eyes are smiling, the goose-yellow long skirt is mopping the floor, the hand is holding a thin smoke light veil, the misty sideburns and wind are obliquely inserted with a hosta phoenix hairpin, and a few strands of hair on the cheeks are gently brushed to add a bit of tenderness.

Yuwen Haoran stayed there for a long time, and his eyes couldn't take his eyes off the painting for a long time.

"Lan'er......" Elder Xingrong muttered to himself with a mouthful of wine, "Lan'er, after so many years, you are still so beautiful!" "His eyes were staring at the woman in the painting with affection," ...... And I, I'm a lot older—"

Goo-dong -

After another sip of strong wine, Elder Xingrong raised his eyes and looked at the woman with a smile in his eyes, his eyes full of tenderness, "Lan'er, do you remember me?" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand again, smiled stupidly, and muttered, "No, you must have forgotten...... Hehe-you're good! And I'm ...... But we have to continue to guard Lingyun Mountain with my thoughts of you, and guard the Bandit Pavilion where we once lived!

Do you know? There have been many times when I wanted to burn this painting and make you completely fade out of my life, but ...... But I didn't feel ruthless once, and it was really painful to miss someone...... It's painful—"

Goo-dong -

Another bite!

He was sobbing, he was grieving, but ...... But not a single tear flowed from his eyes, as if it had dried up a long time ago.

Yuwen Haoran stood outside the house and didn't understand very clearly, but he was sure of it...... The reason why Elder Xingrong does not accept apprentices must be because of the woman called Lan'er in the painting.

Forgive him for never paying attention to Elder Xingrong before, so he didn't know who this Lan'er in the painting was and what his relationship was with Elder Xingrong.

What's more, the matter between Lan'er and Elder Xingrong was hundreds of years ago, and there was no such person as Yuwen Haoran at that time.

"It's getting cooler...... Remember to add clothes, Lan'er-" Elder Xingrong looked at the woman in the painting with drunken eyes, for others, he may be drunk most of the time, but for him...... Only when he is drunk will he feel "sober", and this kind of "sobriety" is something that ordinary people cannot experience.

Only by immersing himself in drunkenness, the memories of being with Lan'er in the past will be more deeply imprinted in his mind, and hundreds of years of time are lingering, and he is very afraid...... I'm afraid that one day in the future, I won't even be able to remember her appearance, and only by immersing myself in "sobriety" can I recall everything she has done and every word she has said over and over again.

Reliving those distant and warm memories, Lan'er hated him drinking very much in the past, not only because Lingyun Mountain was a place of cultivation, but also for the sake of his body.

Drinking hurts his body, it's not that he doesn't understand.

In the past, he would drink two glasses at most to satisfy his cravings, and he would never drink as drunk as he is now.

[Master, do you want to take a leave of absence or quit drinking?] Hehehe......] The scene of Lan'er reprimanding him in the past flashed in his mind, and the laughter like silver bells lingered in his ears, as if Lan'er was in front of him at the moment.

Elder Xingrong shook the wine jug in his hand, raised his head and drank in one gulp, "Lan'er, come out and scold me, I'm drinking again...... I want to hear you scold me...... I want to ...... See you—"

As the sound became lower and lower, the palm of the wine jug in his hand rolled to the side, and at the same time, the picture scroll hanging in the air suddenly rolled up, and fell straight into his arms, and the already unlit study became even darker at this time.