As far as I have seen the wild history and interpretation in the past, especially those that write about the love between men and women, there are plots such as falling into the river, crashing cars, and jumping off cliffs, if the protagonist is not dead, then he will lose his memory. Zhu Xiaoliu probably also has this kind of cognition, he thinks that after I fell into the river, my brain is not very good, except for remembering his beautiful daughter-in-law who is far away in Ningguo, he doesn't know anything else, so he thinks I have amnesia.

Actually, I know that not only did I not have amnesia, but I became a counterexample in many romance literature.

Because after this king fell into the river, he remembered the previous things completely.

I still remember the battle of Changlan to the death, and before leaving, I remembered the sentence in the second volume of "Seven Kingdoms Gods of War Spirit", "Immortal Cong can't hold hate", so I took out the hatred silk from the porcelain bottle and put it in Qin Buxian's immortal cong, and then cut the knife edge in the heart socket and put the immortal cong in.

This method seems to be very correct, because after the immortal cong was placed in the nest of my heart, the outer knife wound slowly healed.

I wanted to swim across the river and return Bulao Cong to Qin Buxian in person after killing Ning Guo Yang Gongxing, but in the end I jumped into the river when I was besieged, but I couldn't swim to Ning Guo on the other side, but instead drifted to this place.

Qin Buxian's Immortal Cong and Hate Silk both carry her own memories. These hated threads with her memories are like a huge fishing rod, fishing up all the past events that have been indulged in the sea of hearts for a long time, so those sometimes obscure and sometimes bright memories about Qin Buxian are all in these days, stepping through the years and rushing head-on.

These things about Qin Buxian are very complicated, as if they can't be finished in a year and a half; These things seem to be very simple, as if it only takes a few things to recount my past with her completely—but it is a pity that among these few things that have intersected with her, there are still most of them sad and bitter, and few of them are happy and happy.

In the twenty-ninth year of the Jin Kingdom, I was eighteen years old, and it had been nearly three years since the fall of the Southern Kingdom.

Cheng Yu is still bedridden, his condition is good and bad, I worry every day, and I have no intention of going to politics.

At that time, the king was very afraid, I was afraid that she would suddenly not wake up one day, I was afraid that there would be no such pure and lovely little girl in this world to call me "Brother Wei", so I didn't dare to sleep all day and night, when she was asleep, I would always test her pulse, and occasionally encountered a slow heartbeat, so I quickly woke her up.

The sleepy-eyed Cheng Yu always reacted for a while before he smiled dumbly: "Brother Wei, are you so afraid that I will die?" ”

I didn't dare to answer, I didn't dare to think of the word "death", my mind was full of scenes of her curled up at the bottom of the moat, motionless.

Cheng Yu, who was beside him, withdrew his smile, lowered his head and pulled the cotton wool out of the quilt, and asked softly: "Brother Wei, how can you be happy, you don't seem to have laughed in the past three years." ”

I took her hand, which had been exposed, and sent it to the bed: "When you are healed, I will be happy." ”

She didn't answer. I know how sad Cheng is, because for a situation like hers, healing is harder than ascending to the sky.

Such a situation has repeatedly occurred in the past three years, one night, her pulse is really gone, the frightened king called her again and again, but finally heard Cheng Yu's voice from a distant place: "Brother Wei, wake up, wake up." ”

I opened my eyes in panic and found Cheng Yu sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at me worriedly.

My face and back were covered with sweat, and a cool breeze blew, and I was drenched. In hindsight, I found out that I fell asleep by her window, which turned out to be a dream.

Cheng Yu frowned slightly, she glanced at the waning moon outside the window, took a long breath and asked me: "Brother Wei, it's not a way for you to guard me day and night like this." I'm afraid that one day before I die, your body will collapse. ”

"I'm fine, but I just shocked you."

"You said some time ago that you will not be happy until I am healed."

"Hmm."

She lowered her head and pondered for a long time, and when she looked up again, her eyes were a little moist: "Then if I tell you a method that can heal me, but the tricks are a little dangerous, will you do it?" ”

I froze.

Reflecting what she was saying, the sorrow and fear in my heart quickly dissipated, and I saw an excited self in her clear eyes: "What did you just say? Is there really such a way in the world? ”

But Cheng Yu was very entangled, his fingers twisted his sleeves, and he bit his lower lip out a white mark: "But this method is very dangerous." ”

"You just have to tell me what the method is, and you don't care if it's dangerous or not."

At that time, I thought that even if it was a life for life, I would be willing to save this little girl, firstly, as a thank you for saving me back then, and secondly, as a confession for my destruction of her family and country.

"This method is called 'hate.'"

"Seed ...... Hate? ”

Yes, it wasn't the first time I heard it on the beams of the Dongli Branch's palace. The first time I knew about hatred was when I was eighteen.

Cheng Yu explained to me little by little: "This is a secret technique that has existed since the time of the First Emperor, and it has been passed down for more than 1,500 years. There are very few people who know this secret art today, and the only people I know are my mother and my uncle. In short, it is a kind of manipulating other people's hatred so that it can get the satisfaction of revenge. This spell makes hatred like a flower and a plant that can grow, graft, and replant on others, so it is not the right way. ”

"You just said this spell will heal you?"

"Yes, this spell is sinister and weird, usually the people who are hated don't live long, and the unfinished longevity of these people will fall on the hated magicians. These sorcerers use a kind of jade cong called 'Immortal Cong' to preserve their lifespan, and each time they plant hatred, they can get a lifespan of three or five years, and it is not difficult to accumulate a hundred years of longevity. If I get the longevity of this immortality, even if I can't fully recover, I will have no problem living for 180 years. ”

At that time, the king was very excited, thinking that the heavens would never stop me, there is such a good thing in this world, which can allow me to accumulate life for Cheng Yu and let her live a healthy and long life until a hundred years, so he did not hesitate for a moment, and said happily: "How should I learn the art of hatred?" ”

I believe that Cheng Yu at that time was full of kindness, because she thought for a while and said: "I don't feel at ease if you go alone to hate people, and it's selfish for you to help me accumulate life." Even though the queen mother said that I have poor muscles and bones, and I don't have the talent in this area, but I have understood some of them over the years, so I will learn the art of hatred with you, and two people will accumulate life span faster than one person, and when we have saved up enough life span for a hundred years, we will wash our hands in a golden basin, do you think it is good, Brother Weizhi? ”

I didn't really want her to get involved in this technique, but she had already made up her mind, so she nodded, "That's it over there." It's just that you pay attention to your body and do what you can. ”

She smiled, pointed to her heart and said: "Actually, when I was young, the queen mother also cultivated me for a while, and I have an immortal cong here, but later the queen mother changed her mind and didn't let me learn this, so this immortal cong was abandoned, and it has not been used to this day." Her finger fell on my heart again, "You are not the same as me, if you want to be a hater, you should raise an immortal here first." ”

"Should this old man go?"

Cheng Yu pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "There is a sect of hated magicians, called the Immortal Gate, and there are Immortal Cong left by the ancestors. My uncle was the head of the old family, and my mother was also the door keeper of the old family. Now that my uncle and mother have passed away, I, as a descendant of the immortal sect envoy and a relative of the door master, should be able to nominate you as the new door master. The Bulao Gate is on Yanghua Mountain in the southern country, and we can set off there tomorrow. ”

So, I became the new master of the gate in the old gate, and Cheng Yu became the new door envoy in the old gate. In order to hide the identity of the prince of Chong'an of Jinguo, I usually cover my face with a jade face in the sect, and give myself a name that has nothing to do with "Wei Period", called - "Yin Jiu".

With Yin Tianxia, he sings about wine.

When this king was eighteen, he was the same as the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy now, always put the world in his mouth, always put the wine in his lips and throat, and always felt that the young man was full of spirit, and he should raise a glass to the moon to appreciate the years. But after experiencing a lot of things, I found that the word "world" is as heavy as a mountain, and if you can't afford it, you can't say it easily, and as for wine, it has become a method and tool for deceit, coercion, and temptation, and a pretext and excuse for wanting to talk and stop getting drunk and drunk.

Perhaps because of this reason, because of these years, the meaning of the word "Yin wine" has gradually forgotten even myself, and even the name I gave myself was finally forgotten by myself.

So I met Qin Buxian again, and when I heard this name from her mouth, I actually felt that this name was taken by her uncle at random to deceive her.

"What is the name of that uncle in your mouth?"

Under her gaze, her eyes did not dodge in the slightest, and her expression was as calm as usual, but it was only a long time before she said the name-"Yin Jiu." ”

"Drinking?"

"With the 'Yin' of the world, the 'wine' of the wine as a song." At that time, Qin Buxian said very seriously.

I was freed from my panic and my heart was happy, and I blurted out: "Hahahaha it's not that I'm not me." ”

At that time, Qin Buxian's face was gloomy, and he frowned and looked at me, "Aren't you so happy?" ”

"No, no, it's not this king, this king is really a pity, this is a smile of regret hahaha, a smile of regret wow. If I have a nephew as beautiful as you, I'm afraid I will wake up laughing when I dream. Thinking of this, I really envy this Brother Yin, hahaha. ”

"I also envy him, he can leave all the past behind, and since then he has been chic and free to sing about wine, protect his beloved girl, and let go of the world." Qin Buxian said coolly.

Envy, I now remember all the past.