Six days passed in a blink of an eye, Cheng Yubai regretted it a little, and all kinds of calls were actually just to calm down and hide his anxiety. At first, he just wanted to give himself some time to think it through, but after the initial excitement cooled down, he didn't know how to get along with the other person.

There was a layer of embarrassment between him and the whitefriar, who could talk as little as he could, as if he had returned to the beginning.

In fact, he really wanted to have a chance to sit down and have a good chat, but in the past few days, the other party has not seen the beginning and the end, and Aunt Gu's body has declined rapidly, so he didn't care about it after he was in a hurry.

The cat also saw it, and came to ask him if there was a conflict between him and the whitefriar, and he shook his head: "No, the eldest lady is asleep again?"

"Well, Uncle Xiaoshi, the eldest lady has been asleep for longer and longer, and several times the cat has talked to her, and the eldest aunt has said that she is sleepy." The cat was a little unhappy with her mouth curled.

"She's old."

Under the sky, the moon is slightly dewed. There was a quiet place between heaven and earth, and even the moonlight was extremely cold.

Cheng Yubai comforted the cat a few words, coaxed her to sleep, and sat in the courtyard by herself, staring blankly at the stars in the sky, as if she had thought a lot, but she didn't seem to think about anything.

"Thinking about Auntie?" A garment draped over his shoulders.

"Hmm." Cheng Yubai responded casually, "I feel a little pitiful for her, and when I think of tomorrow, alas, I feel a little uncomfortable." When did you come back and where have you been these days?"

"Take care of a little bit of personal matters." The white-clothed monk said lightly, but Yu Bai was not in the mood to ask more, but just said "oh" to indicate that he knew.

The white-clothed monk sat down beside him, handed him a gourd, and comforted: "Don't think about it, her life was exhausted ten years ago, and she tried to survive just for her son."

Although she didn't know it, the debt on her body would not be alleviated in the slightest. Gu Xi didn't die early, but he ...... Arguably, this is partly the reason.

Now that Gu Xi is dead, the meaning of her life has been lost. Death, for her, is not a relief. "

Cheng Yubai's face was full of depression, took the gourd, and said in a low voice: "I know, but it's still uncomfortable, the eldest mother said a few days ago that when the body is better, she will make us her best fish balls, but we all know that it is impossible." He knew the ending but couldn't change it, this feeling was too fucked up, it was better not to know anything.

Cheng Yubai opened the gourd, poured it into his mouth, and squirted out the liquid in his mouth without two mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, frowned, and said dissatisfied to the white-clothed monk: "What kind of thing is this, it's bitter, shouldn't it be wine in it?"

The white-clothed monk hooked his lips shallowly and said calmly, "Children can't drink."

"Hey, Master Mo, you know I'm an adult, my soul is a twenty-seven-year-old mature man, plus in this life, I'm almost forty." Cheng Yubai seriously expressed his accusation to the other party.

"When it comes to age, I'm thousands of years old, and you can't compare. You're still a kid physically. Want to drink? Wait until you're older. "

"Master Mo, then you were still thinking about me as a child, but you are really skinless, shameless, shameless."

The white-clothed monk narrowed his eyes and looked at him, his face showing no emotion: "Don't call me Kunwu?"

"Since you admit it, you still call you Mo Ye Shun, didn't you shout like that before? Besides, I called you Kunwu, you didn't say it, but I can feel it, you don't seem to like it, although there is no expression on your face, but every time it takes a second to respond. "Cheng Yubai doesn't care about authenticity.

Li Mu glanced at Cheng Yubai in surprise, this guy ...... It's quite perceptive. He really doesn't like the word "Kunwu", it is just over easy to break, and the ending of the last time was not good.

After a long time, Cheng Yubai found that after the bitterness passed, there was a sweetness in his mouth, so he didn't care whether it was wine in the gourd, he couldn't help but pick up the gourd and take another sip, the taste was extremely layered, first faint astringency, then sweetness, and finally turned into a slight sweetness, and squinted his eyes with satisfaction.

"What is this?"

"Three no tea, created by friends. There are thousands of silk fruits, pruo, and brahmania in it. "

"I haven't heard of it."

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly, and said no more.

In the middle of the moon, there was silence all around, only the frog chirping in the distance broke the silence of the night, and the darkness seemed to condense, like a thin layer of mist, unhurried, like time, you can touch it, but you can't catch it.

"If the sky does not love wine, the wine star is not in the sky.

If the earth does not love wine, there shall be no fountain of wine on the earth.

Heaven and earth love wine, and love wine is worthy of heaven.

I have heard that it is more than a saint, and it is as virtuous as a sage.

Since the sages have already drunk, why bother to ask the gods.

Three cups lead to the avenue, and one bucket is natural.

But if you have fun in wine, don't pass it on to the awake. "

"Is it Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon"? Hey, are you drunk, it's not wine, it's tea. Cheng Yubai looked at the white-clothed monk who suddenly spoke out and grinned and complained.

The white-clothed monk put down the gourd, his complexion was cold, and he became deeper and brighter in the night, his eyes were like cold smoke shrouded in a deep pool of black jade, revealing a faint sense of confusion: "If you can't solve your worries, what's the difference between wine and tea?" If you drink it well, it's fine. "

Most of the time, he tied his hair up with a moon-white ribbon, and the long hair that hung down from the side of his neck had a soft and cold texture like water in the night. It did look like he was drunk, and he didn't reach out to pin his hair behind his ears, just his shoulders drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the moonlight lazily.

It seems that this person has something in his heart, and he is usually in his chest, and it is rare to see him so vulnerable.

It's obvious that I'm in a bad mood, why did I accompany him in turn? However, it's not a problem to sit in the cold wind like this.

Probably because the moonlight was too gentle, Cheng Yubai boldly put forward his request: "Do you know how to blow the flute, play a song for me."

"Okay."

The white-clothed monk lowered his eyes slightly, put it to his lips, his voice was low, floating in the deep night forest, like the water around the mountains and rivers, solemn and quiet, like a clear lake in a moonlit night, he was lined with a flute in the quiet night, as if he could go away against the wind, not like a mortal.

Cheng Yubai closed his eyes and listened quietly, he felt that he could remember this moment for a lifetime.

"It's getting late, go to sleep." The white-clothed monk stopped playing, but in a blink of an eye he found that the other party had fallen asleep on his own, shook his head, and carried the man into the room.

The courtyard was still full of the sound of the wind moving the leaves. At night, the wind is quiet, and the lights are on.

......

The sky was slightly bright, the rooster had not yet crowed, Cheng Yubai had already gotten up, the thin futon, really couldn't keep the heat, there was something in his heart, and he couldn't sleep very well, Cheng Yubai opened the door of the house, came to the small courtyard with soft soil, took a deep breath, stretched his waist, and walked out of the yard.

"Morning!" Cheng Yubai habitually said hello, but he didn't find the person he wanted to see, the corners of his mouth fell instantly, and he clenched his fist and rubbed the back of his head in disguise.

"Morning, little turnip! Are you happy to see Dao Ye?" The Qibao Daoist was full of embarrassment, and returned a smile, then approached him with bright eyes, and sniffed up and down, "Little radish, what kind of heavenly treasure did you eat?" If you were a ten-year-old turnip, now you can say a thousand-year!"

Cheng Yubai waved his hand impatiently: ", who is the radish, you are!"

"You can see for yourself your cultivation, Dao Ye won't look bad." Qibao Daoist said aggrievedly.

Cheng Yubai took two steps back, and only then did he take a closer look, a round and golden solid object was floating and sinking in the inner mansion, could this be the Jin Dan?!!

What's going on, he was only practicing Qi for seven stages last night, and after a night, he crossed the four major stages of foundation building, consecration, fusion, and heartbeat, and jumped directly to Jindan?

He remembered what the white-clothed monk had said to him in a half-dream, what had he fed him......

Cheng Yubai's face turned blue and pale, not very good-looking.

Suffered! As soon as the Qibao Daoist looked at Cheng Yubai's face, he knew that he had misunderstood, most of the pills were boosted with side effects, this little radish must have thought that he was only promoted by taking pills, but it was really not!

He really couldn't bear to watch his uncle live up to his hard work, but his uncle made him make a heavenly oath and let him not talk nonsense, and he was in trouble!

Qibao Daoist kept grabbing his hair, eager to pat himself to death, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, your cultivation is very stable, the Taoist lost the bet with your sword spirit, and the gift to you came from the right way." You are a chaotic body, and your state of mind has also reached the Jindan stage, and the cultivation you absorb can be used. "

Cheng Yu White Fox stared at the Qibao Daoist suspiciously: "Then what were you smelling just now?"

"I smell if you have a double cultivation!" The Qibao Dao people naturally said, "Cultivation is improved, and the body will mature accordingly, especially when you have just entered the Jindan stage." Don't lie to Dao Ye, you didn't think about such a big beauty by your side?"

"No, no, no!" Cheng Yubai denied it three times in a row, his face turned red, that kind of thing, he couldn't say it, he really didn't have any reflection last night, not to mention, not to mention that his body didn't feel anything wrong.

Cheng Yubai didn't know whether he was relieved or lost.

Seeing that the confusion had passed, the Qibao Dao people also breathed a sigh of relief, and before this breath was finished, the next second the young man's question made his heart lift again.

Cheng Yubai stared at the Qibao Daoist and asked, "What about the others, where are they now, you must know that, don't you?" Don't ask him why he knows, two days ago, the Qibao Daoist specially came to find the white-clothed monk, pulled him to muttered for a long time, and finally the white-clothed monk disappeared without saying a word, and didn't come back until last night.

"Uh...... This one...... This one....... Little radish, Dao Ye doesn't know ......"

Cheng Yubai saw him stumbling, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he looked coldly: "Say!"

"Don't force Dao Ye, Dao Ye really doesn't know!" The Qibao Daoist shook his head desperately, and he couldn't say that he was killed, otherwise, he would really be killed!