But these three words belong exclusively to the master, but whenever Hua Gongzi is mentioned, the world only wants to get him with a temperament like Hua.

Hua Gongzi was extremely high-spirited back then, although there was no shortage of suitors around him, he only paid attention to the cultivation of spells and martial arts, which made the girls love him more.

Hua Gongzi's spell was also the most powerful back then, no matter what kind of demons and monsters he had, as long as Hua Gongzi came out, it was three times and two divided by two, and he never disappointed the Buddha, and none of them were not defeated by his men.

Everything was perfect, at least, in Duan Wuluo's opinion.

Duan Wuluo back then couldn't decipher the loneliness in Master's eyes.

Maybe it still can't be deciphered now, Duan Wuluo thought to himself.

Master's mansion back then, but it was extraordinary, but only the same thing didn't change, Master didn't like others to disturb him, up and down the mansion, there was always only Master, Duan Wuluo, Fu Xi, and Zhou Xiao's junior brother.

When Hua Gongzi didn't have an errand, he stayed in the house and pointed out the three proud disciples he loved. Being a disciple of the master is not tired at all, and the master never asks them to do redundant and useless repeated training, but only allows them to have the ability to learn on their own.

Duan Wuluo liked to giggle when he was a child, but he was also the most sensitive, that year, he often saw Master alone, wearing the golden silk clothes rewarded by the Buddha, sitting on the edge of the sky garden in the west of the mansion, one foot hanging down, and under the foot was thousands of feet of red dust, and on the right hand side of the master, there was always a bowl of wine, and the master was such a person, facing the whole world, drinking alone.

Duan Wuluo was curious, and he also asked Master.

"Master! Why do you drink? ”

The master said playfully without losing his youthful atmosphere: "Wine is a good thing, do you want to taste it?" ”

Wuluo nodded violently with joy.

"Good!"

So the master fed Duan Wuluo the first sip of wine in his life.

When he entered it, the bitter and spicy stimulation directly paralyzed Duan Wuluo's tongue.

Duan Wuluo squirted out with a "phew".

Master smiled and leaned back.

"Bah, Bah, Master! This thing is bitter and spicy, and it's hard to drink! Why do you still love to drink! ”

The master didn't smile anymore at this time, the loneliness in his eyes came up again, and he said a little distractedly: "Why do you love to drink, hehe, maybe it's because this is the taste of life." With that, he raised his head and drank the bowl of spicy food.

Duan Wuluo seemed to understand whether he understood or not, but he knew from his heart that he didn't want to drink anymore in the future. So I fell in love with tea instead.

Later, the Master seemed to be very close to a woman, who was incomparably beautiful, with a soft and delicate personality, and for the Master, she was the one who healed his soul.

During that time, Master rarely touched wine again, and often begged Wuluo for tea.

Since then, Wuluo has fallen in love with cooking tea, and he likes to see the innocent and carefree smile of the master and the woman as they eat tea.

Everything seemed perfect, until one day, the master took off his favorite golden silk robe, covered with scars and exhaustion, and returned to the mansion.

The gate has not been opened since that day.

Later, Duan Wuluo also heard that the matter between the master and the woman was discovered by the Buddha, so he dismissed the master's position and told him to cultivate himself and not go out again.

A loud cracking sound sounded at the feet of Wu Help, pulling Wu Wu back from his memory.

Master dropped another bowl, and this was the fourth bowl tonight.