Xie Li also picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with Yun Zhi, and then drank it all in one gulp.

I hope so.

On the other side of the mountain, in the palace in a bamboo forest, Qingyuan Zhenjun was half-lying on the soft collapse, listening to Mu Yi's report.

"Senior brother looks good today, and he also drank the medicine well today, and he didn't pour it out secretly.

Today, another ancestor came to visit the senior brother, and the senior brother seemed to have a happy chat with the ancestor, and he also shared the wine he brewed with the ancestor.

If Senior Brother's state continues like this, he should be able to get better soon!"

"Hmm. Qingyuan Zhenjun said softly, "Go and cultivate." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Mu Yi went down respectfully.

It's hard to see with the naked eye.

But with Qingyuan Zhenjun's divine sense, he can easily distinguish Xie Li's state.

Over the years, it has been good.

Hopefully it will continue like this.

Let's hope so.

Qingyuan thought back to the day he first met Xie Li many years ago.

On that day, there was a little rain in the sky.

She ran some errands near a remote town, and on a whim, she wanted to eat a bunch of sugar gourds, so she went to town after finishing her errands.

No matter how small this town is, it shouldn't even be without a string of sugar gourds.

She got her wish and bought a bunch of sugar gourds.

But the sugar gourd is made of ordinary hawthorn and sugar water, and it is simply a heaven and earth compared to the sugar gourd made by the disciples of the immortal food vein of Lianyuan Peak.

Qingyuan didn't want to eat one after eating one.

There were still a few sugar gourd seeds in his mouth, and Qingyuan spit out the hawthorn seeds in his mouth without grace, spitting far away, and the strength was not small.

I saw a child on the side of the street rush out, and the hawthorn seeds she spit out hit the good boy's head.

The child who was smashed in the head raised his head a little dazedly and looked at Qingyuan.

The child was richly dressed, dressed in silk and satin, with a green silk neatly tied on his head, and a number of jewels on his head.

Especially that face, the peach blossom eyes at a young age are particularly outstanding, and the face is pink and jade, because it runs fast, so the face has these pink.

Delicate and good-looking, people can't help but want to touch it.

Qingyuan herself is already good-looking, so she is very picky about her appearance, but this child has grown into her heart.

The child just gave her a blank look and ran away.

Qingyuan then remembered that in order to avoid trouble, she cast a spell on her body, so that mortals could not see her full appearance, and those mortals would subconsciously forget her existence even if they saw her.

That's why the kid looked blankly and ran away without noticing.

When he was running, Qingyuan noticed that he was playing barefoot.

The town is not as good as the big city, the ground of the big city is paved with polished floor tiles, and the floor tiles are engraved with a protective formation, so that the floor tiles can not be damaged, even if they step on the ground barefoot, it is harmless, and some unruly monks will walk around with bare feet on the ground.

However, even if there were stones on the ground, the monk's skin and flesh would not hurt the fur.

This is a remote town, and it is impossible for anyone to invest in building floor tiles on the ground, let alone have floor tiles engraved with formations.

So there was not only mud on the ground, but also countless gravel stones.

Qingyuan saw the child carrying his bulky silk skirt and running with small steps, and the flesh and blood on his small feet were blurred.

A series of red footprints were left on the ground.

But the boy didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and every step was firm.

Some gravel could be seen on the bloody feet.

Qingyuan didn't have any other thoughts at the time, so he felt that this good skin was blind.

It's such a.

Not long after, Qingyuan saw a group of big men with sticks running in this direction, still cursing and swearing.

Qingyuan listened to it for a while, and it seemed that the object of the scolding was the child who had just run away.

It's kind of funny.

Qingyuan thought so, and she didn't have any pity at that time, just stood aside and watched quietly.

The kid didn't run far before he was caught by the big guys.

He struggled to escape, but how could the thin arms and legs break free from the hands of the big men.

Someone took a quilt and wrapped the child, and when the others saw that it was wrapped, they waved the stick in their hands without hesitation.

There were muffled sounds, and along with them came the child's whimpering.

It's like the whimper of a trapped little beast.

If you are beaten in a quilt, your body will hurt the same, but it is not easy to leave traces.

Qingyuan understands this very well.

After some beatings, the child was taken away.

Qingyuan followed.

The most prosperous place in this town, there is a flower building.

Qingyuan watched some scantily clad girls on the flower floor waving champas and soliciting guests.

People come and go in front of the flower building, and even in broad daylight, business is excellent.

Qingyuan has seen a lot of this kind of place.

The boy was brought to this flower building.

The old bustard, a fat woman dressed up in fancy clothes, grabbed the child's ears and drove him into the house, teaching him something as he went.

It's probably just something like that, but he is obedient and doesn't think about escaping or something like that.

Later, after staying here for a few more days, Qingyuan knew that although this flower building was a flower building that ordinary men liked, and a group of women lived in it, the Oiran in this flower building was the child.

The child's nickname is Ah Li.

The Oiran that Qingyuan knows, although he is a person from Hualou, is generally very arrogant and arrogant, and usually picks guests to serve.

But Ah Li is different, he only stares at the title of Oiran, and does not have the real power of Oiran.

He is like the cash cow of this flower building, whoever pays the highest price, the old bustard will sell Ah Li to whomever he wants.

By the way, Qingyuan also heard that this child has Xing blood.

In some market rumors, Qingyuan heard that Ah Li's mother was a Xing family, and his father used to be a wealthy man on the rich side, and spent a lot of money to buy a woman from the Xing family to inherit the family for him.

As a result, one day, their family was down, and his father became involved in gambling again, and not long after he fell down, he sold his mother.

Some time ago, he was sold to this flower building.

When she heard this story, Qingyuan admitted that her cold heart couldn't help but be touched.

Born as a Xing clan, without the protection of strength, most of their fate is like this.

Become a weight for dirty deals, satisfying the vanity and disgusting desires of some.

Their people are scarce, and it is not for nothing.

Is this what happens to a race favored by God?

Is this favored by the heavens, or is it cursed by the heavens?

No one can answer this question, and Heavenly Dao will not answer this question.

After all, heaven and earth only treat all things as dogs, and never respond to anyone or anything.

will only silently watch the development and operation of everything.