The fairy world is as unusually stable and calm as before, since that person left and fell into reincarnation, a lot of the hustle and bustle here has become boring, in the year since then, he often feels that the love-hate feelings for that person make it difficult for him to be calm and calm, he has to be indifferent, and turn everything away.

If there was no interrogation with the sword, no pain from the sky lantern, no decision with the sword on the shoulder, would there be no need to feel so heartbroken now, and vent all the deep love and hatred on that person.

Feng Qijun Xuanli thought so.

Thinking of his drunken entanglement after the Yaochi Immortal Meeting, he boasted that the floating business he brewed was the best brew in the world, in fact, he kept it in mind, otherwise he would not have taken out those aged wines from under the Wanchun tree to taste, and now these wines are his taste, and they are the taste of sorrow.

At this time, on the road to the clouds, Xuan Li slowly raised his hand to open his palm, and a jar of floating business appeared on his white palm.

Today, he inexplicably walked to the Wanchun tree on Fuying Island, stood for a long time, and was stunned for a while, which led to the Wanchun tree falling colorfully, like butterflies and rain, and the Wanchun tree, which had never been moved by emotion, actually fell leaves at this time.

A spring leaf turned yellow and fell on his inky hair and rejuvenated, it seemed to be very happy with his breath, and he was even more excited, Xuan Li held it in his hand, it was actually a spring leaf that was promised, and Xuan Li's immortal power urged the traces on this spring leaf:

"There is no trace of spring, there are leaves, but I want to get drunk with you, when will I cut the candle lightly, and talk about the west window"

He didn't leave a name, but he knew whose traces it was, and the breath of the water and wood fairy on the spring leaves came to his face, and he sent the god into his arms.

One step further, at the roots of the fallen leaves, there are traces of floating business, he took away two of the altars and restored, on the way to paint Xuan Xianjun's mansion, he couldn't help but take a small sip, a mouthful of crisp heart, it was refreshing, swept away many days of worries, he never drank, but also borrowed wine to drown his sorrows.

On the cloudy road, the white shadow disappeared, and there was no trace of ......

Enter the reincarnation, love for a hundred years, ask for robbery.

One day in heaven, one year on earth. The human world.

The earthly edge of the world is a chaotic line to build bridges. In fact, there is no intersection between people, and some of the fate is in the mortal life book of Fan Weixingjun, which is made in one stroke.

If an immortal enters reincarnation due to sin, he needs to use the Broken Memory Bead to collect the memory of the immortal, for fear of waking up and breaking the calamity during the tribulation, so as to completely protect the cultivation and physical body of the immortal through the tribulation.

Yinghe Jun Rongyue entered the reincarnation because of his sin, and the gate of the boundary made Jun Cangyi leave to say goodbye, and personally used the broken memory bead to collect his immortal memories, and the love tribulation of the world for a hundred generations is not so much a punishment as a torture.

The love calamity is nothing more than love, but there is not much sadness, sometimes plus life and death, it is even more painful torture, among which Rong Yue's love calamity also has a curse, every life is thirty years before the untimely death, plus Feng Qijun Xuanli set up a robbery, the physical and mental torture of Rong Yue is incomparable.

In the first life, Rong Yue devoted himself to the family, as he was by nature, he was a gentleman, but he was a sick body, he liked to spend all day and drink, and his childhood sweetheart set a baby kiss, he didn't care about this family business, and then met by fate, met in the temple, fell in love with her at first sight, and promised each other true love, did not expect this woman to empathize with him, and her lover joined hands to persecute his family, he was angry and bloody, did not die of illness at the age of twenty in bed, and before he died, he only saw an ethereal figure in white, and he swallowed his breath at once.

In the second life, Rong Yue was born in a poor family, talented, educated, but an unserious scholar, went to the capital to take the test to gain fame, fell in love with a Qinglou woman, promised to take the test to marry this woman, did not want him to return from the list only to wait until the woman died of illness, has been put into the mass grave, I am afraid that the bones are gone, this scholar ran to the mass grave to find, but was eaten by a hungry wolf, buried in the wolf's belly, he didn't know that this was Feng Qijun Dianhui's wolves were ordered to eat him, in the mass grave wolf pack biting, Feng Qijun Xuanli stood on the tree, indifferently watched.

In the third life, Rong Yue is a child of the royal family, known all over the world, hearing that the world's first beauty came, he did not hesitate to spend a thousand dollars to ask to see each other, but he only met through the curtain, the world's first beauty was as cold as frost, stroking the strings with his hands, he had to guess the name of the song before lifting the curtain to meet, this beauty stroked the strings behind the curtain, the maid in colorful clothes stood behind, never thought that someone behind him stood with his hands in his hands, his mouth read "so make a mystery", a flick of the wind finger, that is, the string was broken, silent, extremely embarrassing, the beauty let him leave afterwards, The prince Rong Yue devoted himself to is an infatuated species, and he never forgets the first beauty in the world, and does not hesitate to compete with other royal children for imperial power, but unfortunately he was defeated and died.

…………

Or a woman empathizes with each other, or a blushing face and dry bones, or an ice and snow beauty is not emotional, in short, countless love calamities and countless tortures.

A hundred years in the world, once the vicissitudes of life.

On a moonlit night, a young man leaps over a tree, nimble like a monkey, and looks around the tree, and he leaps with joy, holding his bow and hunting in the woods.

He saw a wild eagle ready to shoot down, and suddenly heard a slight rustling behind him, he turned around vigilantly and prepared to shoot, and saw the figure floating in the air, like a ghost, and the sharp arrow shot out of the bow, shooting through the ghost-like figure, and the sharp arrow penetrated his body, but it was like nothing, nailed to the tree behind him.

The young man was stunned, and then he was sure of the person, "Is it Master?" He put away his bow and arrows, trembling slightly, for fear of offending his master.

The figure floating in the air was silent, slowly landing on the ground, and the young man also flew down the tree, bowed respectfully to him, and raised his head in surprise: "Master has drunk?"

This young man has an extremely keen sense of smell, he is a person who loves alcohol, and no smell of alcohol can escape his nose.

"Master, it's been a long time, how are you?" The young man asked with a smile, thinking that he hadn't seen him for two or three months.

His master fell from the sky, which scared him, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart, and worshiped a god as a master.

This young man is reincarnated by Rong Yue, lonely and helpless since he was a child, wandering in the countryside, used to being a beggar, without a name, he has always been called by a little beggar and a little beggar, and he was given the name of Nie Ziying after worshipping this master.

This heavenly master is not known by name, but he is the incarnation of Feng Qijun Xuanli, he just went to the fairy world, and a floating business let him return to the human world, he accompanied the infant Hejun Rongyue through the tenth life, witnessed his life and death, or felt that it was not strange to live and die, so he tortured him in another way.

Feng Qijun's white clothes were fluttering, the dust was not stained, and he walked to the stone outside the small thatched hut that had just been built and sat down.

This is Nie Ziying's wind and rain residence, since she was a child, Nie Ziying has traveled with the beggars to various temples to shelter from the wind and rain, begging for food.

Rao is so miserable, he did not complain, he is still happy every day, living like a comfortable person, since worshipping the master, he felt that he had to rely on, he did not think about how to be displaced, he built this small thatched hut by himself, now he is a little older, helping the big family to do some hard work, earn some money, and still have a source of livelihood.

Nie Ziying sat at Xuanli's feet, looking at his picturesque master, his heart was extremely reverent and joyful, he couldn't see his master a few times a year, and with the clear moonlight, he refused to miss every glance of his master.

There is no need to light the lamp, as long as the bright light of the bright moon shines on the heart, this moment can last forever.

Looking at Xuan Li and looking at his master, Nie Ziying talked about what he had seen and heard inside and outside the capital these days, the civil war was rare, the rare calm, he was encountering a lively temple fair, all kinds of things, with his knowledge and memories he said them one by one, smiled, and shared his joy with his master.

Suddenly, Nie Ziying shut up and didn't speak, seeing that Xuan Li was silent, he didn't dare to say any more, and looked at him several times, wanting to see his face. This flawless face, no joy or joy, little color, he never smiled, he never cried.

"Ziying, why didn't you say it?" Xuan Li opened his mouth, his voice was as clear as water, and Nie Ziying was a little startled.

He wanted to speak and stopped, scratching his head for a long time, "I...... I ......"

I saw Xuan Li take out a jar of wine and hand it to Nie Ziying, before taking the jar, Nie Ziying smelled the fragrance of the wine in Xuan Li's hand, couldn't help but hold his master's hand, and said: "Master, this wine is so magical, before I drink it, the aroma of the wine involuntarily floats into my hand."

Xuan Li slapped his hand and said, "You have drunk a lot of bars these days, and you think so thoroughly, giving you this jar of wine is a gift from the master, and this is the only one in heaven and earth."

Nie Ziying's eyes widened, and the more she listened, the more surprised she became, hugging Xuan Li's waist and saying with a smile: "Thank you, Master!" My master is also the only one in heaven and earth, and this gift is also one in a million! ”

Xuan Li couldn't help but be stunned, but pushed Nie Ziying away, "It's not big or small, sit down for me, you are a tree when you are your master, let you hold it?" ”

Nie Ziying's eyebrows were delicate, and he grinned: "If Master is a tree, it is also the kind of jade tree that is in the wind."

"Flim Flam."

"The first day Master knew that I was so good at talking?"

Nie Ziying's eyebrows and starry eyes, shining like jewels, a half-grown boy, dressed in tatters, his appearance is like that of a handsome young man, and his oily tone has not diminished at all even if he is reincarnated.

The moon rises in the middle of the sky, and it is quiet in the dead of night.

Nie Ziying held the wine jar and looked at it, the wine was fragrant, he had been to countless restaurants since he was a child, and this jar of wine was even more mellow than the wine he had smelled and tasted, but this taste he was also familiar, and there was a feeling that he couldn't speak, but he dared to say that the wine made by the wine fairy may not be as good as this jar of wine.

He then asked, "Master, is this a gift from your friend?"

"Why don't you think it's brewed for the master?"

"Master has never drunk a drop of wine, and those who don't drink alcohol are afraid that they can't make good wine, otherwise Du Kang can't drink how can there be good wine, Master is afraid that drinking today is an exception, right?" Nie Ziying knew him a lot, tilted his head and looked at Xuan Li thoughtfully, he was dressed in white clothes, delicate and dusty, and he was not troubled by the faint fragrance of wine on his body, he was sitting reclining, quite charming, which made Nie Ziying look stupid and obsessed.

"I can't help it." As soon as he smelled the aroma of wine, Xuan Li couldn't help but want to drink, a sweet fragrance entered his throat, instantly extinguishing all his troubles, this is a very high realm in the wine realm, forgetting worries, it is often said that borrowing wine to pour sorrow is more sorrowful, so forgetting worries and getting drunk temporarily relieves a thousand sorrows, which makes Xuan Li's mood return to the past for a while.

"Master, what's the trouble? Tell me and see if you can share your worries? ”

"No need."

"Then Master came to me today just to drink?"

"If you don't drink wine, won't you waste it?"

"That disciple did it first for respect."

Nie Ziying opened the mouth of the altar, took a sip, felt quite spicy, went straight into the stomach, stirred up the sky darkly, and slowly recalled: "Master, this wine is very much in line with my heart, and when I enter it, it really tastes like that."

The master and apprentice talked and laughed, and then Xuanli taught him a set of exercises, Nie Ziying drunkenly copied again, his steps were crazy, as if he was drunk and dancing under the moon, and slowly sang the minor tune of Jiangnan, like singing and dancing, and sometimes dancing with his hands.

Fortunately, only Xuan Li saw it, otherwise it would be enough for a group of people to laugh, at this time, Nie Ziying was very much like Rong Yue when he was in the fairy world, and he was drunk at the Yaochi Festival with such a drunken song and dance, which was jaw-dropping.

Nie Ziying picked up a wooden branch and danced again, his steps were brisk and flying, he held the wooden branch in his hand to cut the fallen leaves on the ground, sometimes he sang to the moon, leaped and made a spinning posture, sometimes he bowed down to catch things, and held the floating business tightly in his arms.

He was drunk, his face was red, he was wearing coarse cloth clothes, it was difficult to hide his romance, and suddenly he turned around, and the hairband tied with Nie Ziying's black hair was loosened, and his green silk like a waterfall was all waved in the beautiful moonlight, and the moonlight was draped, the streamer was flying, drunk and beautiful, and in Xuanli's eyes at this moment, it was really the reincarnation of Rong Yue.

He paused suddenly, looked at the moon and said:

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

I don't know who he misses the moon, but the words that come out of his little beggar's mouth are not obtrusive, maybe he heard it from elsewhere and borrowed it.

After this dance, Nie Ziying lay on the stone and hugged Xuan Li's thin waist, rubbing the clear breath, and muttered non-stop: "Master, stay with the apprentice more in the future, Master......"

"Crazy words are not drunk, the wine is not satisfactory, or let you drink less wine, you won't come here for the past two years as a teacher, you take care of yourself." Xuan Li held his forehead and pulled Nie Ziying away.

Before leaving, Nie Ziying grabbed Xuan Li's clothes, reluctantly, reciting Master Master in his mouth, Xuan Li left him alone, and sent him into a small thatched hut before flying back to Jing Qianfu in the fairy world.