Before Liu Yuchuan was buried, it rained heavily on Qingcheng Mountain, and Song Zhi'er and Songguo'er watched the master kneel outside the Taoist temple without eating or drinking.

It rained for three days, the woman in white knelt for three days, and the gate was closed for three days.

Song Zhi'er knew what the master was for, and she wanted to ask the purple-robed old Taoist to use the nine-colored golden lotus to save Liu Daochang.

The senior brother wanted to pull the master back several times, but the result was that the senior brother finally knew that the master really knew martial arts.

Songzhi'er also knew that the master really didn't like Liu Daochang, and the master's eyes were only full of guilt, but the senior brother didn't believe it, so Songzhi'er didn't see anything in the eyes of the senior brother at that time.

After Liu Yuchuan was buried, the three of them did not move away, Songzhier pounded flowers as usual, and Songguoer chopped firewood as usual, but they never mentioned the matter of learning martial arts.

The Taoist priest on the mountain never came to buy wine again, and the two of them found that the wine brewed by the master began to have a fragrant aroma, which became more and more intense, until the last batch of wine brewed by the master, and the door of the house opened, and the aroma permeated the whole town.

The smell of wine in the town was endless for three days, and the people in the town only said that the woman had finally made a peerless good wine, and it seemed that there was still a lot of it.

Only Song Zhi'er and Song Guo'er knew that after that day, the master never touched his osmanthus wine again.

Another month passed, and the woman in white never taught the two of them to make wine again, but just threw a broken book to Songguo'er, and then drank it day after day, and bought the spicy throat from Old Man Li's house.

Sometimes when I was drunk, I lay in the osmanthus forest outside the yard, and the pine cone would always lie there without helping.

The stove in the house was also set on fire by pine cones, and pine branches silently added freshly pounded osmanthus flowers to it every day.

When the two of them were making wine, Master watched coldly, they had tasted their own wine and Master's wine many times, and they couldn't understand why Master's wine suddenly became so delicious.

Before Songguo'er was kicked out of the house, she drank the tribute wine from the Tianfu Restaurant in the capital to the palace, and felt that it was nothing more than the master's wine.

Song Zhi'er thought that life would go on like this, until one day someone came to the woman in white to compare wine, Song Zhi'er held a handful of osmanthus and his senior brother lying outside the fence and secretly watched.

"Who's that person, senior brother?"

"The big shopkeeper of Tianfu Restaurant in Beijing, I've seen him before. ”

In the courtyard, the woman also called out to her brother when she saw the man, her face was happy, her face was radiant, and her eyes were full of vitality again.

Song Zhi'er was a little incredible, she actually had a teacher, Song Zhi'er rubbed her naked eyes and told herself that she was not mistaken, and the master actually laughed just now.

And the man's voice was obviously not as happy as Master's.

"Senior sister, I'm here to find you......"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman in white stopped suddenly, her face swept away, her eyes were fixed on the man's waist, and her face was like ashes.

"I see. ”

The woman in white turned around and took a small jar of her own osmanthus wine from the room and handed it to the man, who also untied the wine jug from his waist and replaced it with the woman in white, and the two drank it all at the same time.

"Senior sister, you won. The man was silent for a long time before he spoke, his voice a little lonely, and he turned around and walked out of the courtyard with his head down.

"No, you won. ”

That day, after the big shopkeeper of Fu Restaurant left, the woman in white fell ill, and she couldn't see it well after inviting a lot of Langzhong, so she just lay in bed and drank every day.

Song Zhi'er was busy taking care of her master all day long, and Song Guo'er had to go up to Qingcheng Mountain again and again to ask for medical treatment.

After another half a month, the woman in white also died, just like Liu Yuchuan, she was very peaceful, and even the way of death was exactly the same.

Granny Wang in the town helped deal with the aftermath, and Song Zhi'er cried into tears, not knowing what was going on, just thinking that her favorite master was dead, and she was left with only one relative.

The real person of the Purple Palace on Qingcheng Mountain was silent in the main hall, stretched out his hand and clicked on the wine jar in front of him, and then took it into his mouth, only to feel that the wine was overflowing, which made people flutter.

"Bad fate...... Heaven does not prosper my Qingcheng Mountain ......"

Songguo'er kept vigil for the woman in white at night, and during the day, she kept chopping wood, and even the axe was broken.

Song Zhi'er and Songguo'er buried the woman in white under the osmanthus tree, and on the night of the burial, it rained heavily, and half of the osmanthus on the tree was knocked off.

Song Zhi'er looked at the relics of the woman in white in a daze alone, and Song Guo'er ran in from outside in the rain.

"Senior sister, the osmanthus forest outside the yard has been cut down... It's the swordsmanship of the mountain. ”

Songzhi'er didn't make a sound, tears flowed down unconsciously, and Songguo'er was silent.

The next day, Song Zhi'er left Qingcheng Mountain, bringing with him a bag of osmanthus flowers in the yard.

Songguo'er left the night before, he also brought a bag of osmanthus flowers, carried a small bundle of firewood behind his back, held Liu Yuchuan's sword in his arms, and left the broken book given to him by the master, and took advantage of the night to plunge into the rain without looking back.

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Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Li Qinghe held the whisk with both hands behind his back, and his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character.

After a while, Li Changan covered the rain with the sleeves of his robe and hurriedly ran in.

"Qinghe! Qinghe! Big! Big!"

Li Qinghe came back to his senses at this time, and silently put the dust into his sleeve: "Someone has come to worship the mountain again?"

"Fart, do you think everyone is like Qingcheng Mountain, rushing here to find trouble?"

"What's that?"

Li Changan smiled mysteriously and raised two fingers.

"Two things, the first is that Liu Yuchuan, who came to worship the mountain a while ago, a great disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, died. ”

"Dead?"

"Dead. Li Changan nodded proudly.

"That's a good thing. ”

"Heh, he died in Qingcheng Mountain, which is a good thing for my Taihe Mountain, Cui Niunose doesn't think so, but the master is very happy. ”

Li Qinghe shook his head helplessly: "What about the other one?"

Li Changan looked around, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "Some people in the rivers and lakes said that it was Liu Yuchuan who came to Taihe Mountain to ask, but he was said by a disciple to collapse, and his heart was broken, and he died of exhaustion. ”

"Oh...... What?" Li Qinghe's tone rose sharply, "That disciple ......"

"That's right! It's you! I envy you, sir, you have become famous before you enter the rivers and lakes, it's amazing, it's amazing. ”

"This ...... Won't this Qingcheng Mountain come out and explain?"

Li Changan glanced at him: "Coincidentally, Qingcheng Mountain didn't let go of a single fart." ”

Li Qinghe was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.

Not only is he helpless, but the real people of the Purple Palace are also helpless, how to explain that the eldest disciple of my Qingcheng Sect was not asked by Taihe to die, but because of a woman?

Shame! Great shame! If this is spread out, Dao Ancestor will not care, and Qingcheng's ancestor in the sky will also have to come down and kill him with a thunderbolt.

Just as the real person of the Purple Palace was meditating in the main hall, a little Taoist boy ran in.

"Boss, the same guy who came to you to play chess last time is here again. ”

"Got it. ”

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