Xie Yufeng waved his hand, "What's the panic, that girl left last night, I was going to put away 'empathy', but she asked me not to disturb you, that girl left this sword and said let me pass it on to you." ”

Li Zijin will be suspicious, according to this middle-aged sword cultivator, is Su Hu saying goodbye without saying goodbye?

It's not that the young man really wants to restrict her freedom, but he thinks that before she leaves, he should at least inform himself, right?

A woman who doesn't have a single fairy money on her body, how can she go to the rivers and lakes?

He doesn't care, at most he eats and drinks dew, and when he is hungry, he can catch two fish from the river and roast them to satisfy his hunger, and when he is thirsty, he drinks some mountain stream water.

Seeing that the young man was still on guard, Xie Yufeng simply threw the Emerald Fern Sword in his hand directly to the young man, a turquoise long sword, even the scabbard was dark green, and was firmly held in Li Zijin's hand, and when the Cuirui Sword touched Li Zijin's palm, there was also a ripple on the young man's heart.

It was a familiar woman's voice, soft and glutinous, and eloquent.

"Childe, the Cui Rui Sword is temporarily lent to you, but it has to be returned to the slave maid! ”

That's it?

Li Zijin couldn't cry or laugh, this maid is okay, her wings are stiff, she just leaves, she almost says goodbye without saying goodbye, she doesn't even see each other, she just leaves a sentence, makes a three-year appointment, and then disappears?

Ok Ok.

This sentence in the Cui Yuan Sword was when Su Hu left, imprisoning part of his heart with magic, so that when Li Zijin first touched this Cui Yuan Sword, he could hear her words, and the middle-aged sword cultivator who was the middleman was actually unable to hear this parting word.

The young man sighed with emotion, he was worthy of being a former Yuanying Realm monk, and after falling into two realms in a row, the magic power was still mysterious.

Since this is the case, then what this sword cultivator who is not good-looking should be true, Li Zijin hugged his fists at him and said: "I am spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

The unsightly sword cultivator smiled and shook his head, "The world is sinister, walking in the rivers and lakes knows people and faces, but not hearts, it's not a bad thing to keep more minds, after all, it is understandable to guard against people." ”

Li Zijin didn't say anything more, just asked with a smile: "Dare to ask the name of the senior? In that empathy, I only know the senior's surname Xie." ”

From the title of brother Tai to the senior, in fact, on the one hand, Li Zijin admires him, and he can establish a well-dressed mound and an unknown monument for more than 800 monks of a sect who have never known each other, and after many years, he can also come to pay tribute to his old friends.

The middle-aged sword cultivator laughed heartily: "Thank you Yu Feng under it." ”

The young man in a gilded robe carried the Cui Rui sword behind his back and said with a smile: "Under Li Zijin." ”

Li Zijin went to the stele engraved with "the tomb of my brother Chen Siyuan", and took the wine gourd from Xie Yufeng's hand, but unfortunately there was no wine in the wine gourd, so he preferred to be more serious, and the meticulous young man rushed to the lake, filled the wine gourd with Wuding River water, ran back to Chen Siyuan's stone stele, learned that Xie Yufeng walked around the stele, and finally held up the wine gourd, and said: "Chen Daxia slashed the demon and eliminated the demon, martyrdom with his body, my generation model, the boy Li Zijin has no wine today, so he temporarily replaced the wine with this uncertain river water, and toasted Chen Daxia a pot." In the future, I will bring a few pots of good heroic gall, and respect heroes with heroic courage!"

After speaking, he turned around and raised the wine gourd to the rest of the nameless monuments and clothed mounds, the young man's eyes were like torches, and he said in a sincere tone: "I also respect the heroic spirit of Wudinghe." ”

A handsome young man in a gilded robe, after finishing speaking, he raised his head and poured a lot of river water into his mouth, the taste was not good, he still frowned slightly, forced himself to drink, and then coughed.

Xie Yufeng stood beside the young man, patted him on the back, and laughed: "Does this uncertain river water taste good?"

Then the middle-aged Jian Xiu saw the young man with a childish look on his face, and said in high spirits: "The taste of the water of the Wuding River is better than the best wine in the world!"

Xie Yufeng looked at the young man, and his thoughts suddenly drifted away, that stupid boy surnamed Chen, back then, was like the young man in front of him, he could say stupid things and do stupid things, although he was only a disciple of the outer sect, he was also a much-loved little junior disciple in the sect, and he was a bad person in everyone's hearts.

He joked, "You have ever drunk the best wine in the world?" Then tell me what is the best wine in the world?"

Li Zigen thought for a while and replied: "For me, the best drink in the world is when I was young, in the mansion, with my young master, and Miss Lu, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the altar of soju secretly held down from the wine table by the two parents, the three of us are drinking for the first time, hiding under the wine table, Li Huairen is the least daring, Lu Zhixing is the most courageous, and she secretly brought the wine jug down for us to drink." ”

"The three of us only use a big wine bowl, Lu Zhixing let me and my young master take a sip, and she did the rest! At that time, I thought she was very heroic, but after the young master and I each drank a sip of wine, our heads were dizzy, and then I fainted under the wine table, and I didn't see whether she drank or not!"

"Early the next morning, we were found lying under the wine table, Li Huairen first vomited a lot of meat and vegetables, and then suffered a lot of boards, but the lord and Mrs. did not beat me, I know that it is not reluctant, but still treat me as an outsider, naturally too lazy to discipline, I also want to be hit by my father and mother a few times, but I have not seen them. ”

"Lu Zhixing was taken back by the worship in the house and was grounded for more than half a year, and we didn't see her for a long time. Later, when the three of them got back together, I asked her if she had drunk the bowl of wine, and she always smiled and didn't speak, not knowing what it meant. ”

"That bowl of Jiannan Roasted Spring is the best tasting wine in the world that I have ever drunk, but it is also the most bitter, because it has a lot of stamina, which affects me······ For a long time. ”

In fact, the young man still has a sentence that he hasn't said yet, and he won't say it, that is, the taste of the wine is not good, but under the dimly lit wine table, he saw the girl smiling brightly, holding a wine bowl in one hand, and heroically saying that he would do that bowl of Jiannan Burning Spring, which was very cute.

After a sip of Jiannan's spring belly, Li Zijin felt that there must be no better wine in the world.

Everyone is drunk, and everyone is beautiful.

Xie Yufeng smiled and nodded, listening to the young man's speech very patiently, gentle and elegant, not like a sword cultivator, but more like a Confucian disciple, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Li Zijin's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he said regretfully: "For that Chen Daxia, the best tasting wine in the world is either the last pot of heroic gall before his death, or the pot of heroic gall that Senior Xie wanted to give him before leaving." ”

The hero gall that you can't drink tastes better, or the hero gall that you drank for the last time tastes the best.

It's hard for Li Zijin to know, all this should only be known by that Chen Siyuan and Chen Daxia, right?

However, Xie Yufeng slowly walked to the stone tablet, bent down and picked up a pot of heroic gall, gently patted the dust off the wine seal, and said with a smile: "This pot is the pot of heroic gall that I planned to give to Siyuan that day, but he didn't have time to take it away, sixteen years." ”

The young man looked at the pot of wine in his hand, stunned.

Xie Yufeng walked up to the young man and said, "I think what you said is very right. But there is one thing wrong, I know Siyuan, he is very similar to you, so the jar of wine that he thinks tastes the most beautiful is definitely not this jar, but the jar of wine that he drank for the first time like you. Since the words and deeds of the two of you are so similar, as if they were printed in a mold, then Xie has a reluctant request, and hopes that the little brother will agree. ”

In fact, at this moment, Li Zijin already had a premonition of what would happen next, but before he could speak, the middle-aged sword cultivator slapped off the mud seal on the pot of heroic gall with one palm, and said to the young man with sincere eyes: "Sixteen years ago, Siyuan didn't have time to drink this pot of heroic gall, and sixteen years later, the little brother just appeared here, and with a pot of uncertain river water, to commemorate Siyuan, you are very close to him, so I hope that the pot of wine that he failed to drink can be drunk by you on his behalf, and it is also the end of a certain knot in Xie's heart." ”

"It's too precious, no, I can't ······" Li Zijin waved his hand again and again to refuse.

Xie Yufeng directly let go of his hand, and the mud-sealed wine jar in his arms fell to the ground.

Li Zijin's pupils instantly widened, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to hug the heroic gall, the wine in the pot was rippling, and some of the wine had already climbed up to the mouth of the pot, but fortunately, the young man reacted in time, and not a drop was spilled on the ground, he was blaming this Xie senior in his heart for being too hasty, how could he destroy such a jar of precious wine because he didn't agree?

The next moment, a scene that made him even more jaw-dropping appeared, Xie Yufeng's figure flashed in front of the young man, holding the bottom of the wine altar with one palm, and lifting the pot of heroic gall up, so that the young man had to raise his head and drink the wine in the altar.

"Gurgling ······"

In fact, only three points of wine went into the throat, and seven points were sprinkled on the young man's gilded robe and on the ground.

Despite this, Li Zijin, who had never drunk much, blushed and complained: "Why should the predecessors be like this, why should they be like this! So many drinks have been wasted." ”

The boy looked down and spilled the ground, and the flask was empty.

Xie Yufeng shook his head, only glanced at the drinks on the ground that had seeped into the earth, his eyes swept over the well-dressed mounds and nameless monuments, and said sadly: "There is no waste." ”

Li Zijin drank the wine and reacted slowly, and it took a while to come back to his senses and understand the meaning of these four words.

Then the young man, who was so drunk that he couldn't speak, could only hold the wine jug high and turn around in a circle, as if he had already saluted all the heroes of the Wuding River.

The gilded robe boy was so drunk that he couldn't open his eyes, and his head fell to the ground in a daze.

The last thought before he passed out was to remember the story he told Xie Yufeng about the pot of wine that tasted the best in his heart.

Two teenagers, a young girl, hid under the wine table and secretly drank a bowl of Jiannan Burning Spring.

The boy fell asleep, muttering softly.

It's raining.

Xie Yufeng carried him on his shoulder, intending to find a place to hide from the rain, and vaguely heard something muttering in the young man's mouth, the middle-aged Jian Xiu approached, pricked up his ears, and after hearing the young man's muttering, he smiled and said to himself: "It's good to be young." ”

Then Xie Yufeng suddenly remembered the stunning woman in Tsing Yi Luo Skirt last night, and looked at the young man's eyes before leaving, and suddenly smiled strangely, and was amazed.

A sentence muttered in the boy's dream was

I miss people, and I am far away.