That night, when the night was dark, everyone began to squirm into action, a large cauldron, a pile of fire talismans, and ingredients piled up on the ground, just waiting for the fire to begin.

Wang Teng's mantra was recited, the fire talisman was lit, and it was placed under the cauldron, and after a while, the soup base full of red oil boiled, and everyone began to be busy, adding all kinds of ingredients!

At this time, the little monkey took out a jar of wine from the Qiankun bag, smiled and said, "How can there be no wine at this time?"

When the others saw this jar of wine, their eyes lit up, and they exclaimed, "Huotan, monkey, you can rob the academy's money!"

The little monkey said with a painful face: "This is what I used to save for half a year's fifteen points, if it weren't for today's hot pot with Zhang Yuanyi, a new friend, I would be reluctant to take it out!"

If ordinary disciples don't do anything, there will be five points distributed into their respective tokens every month, and cultivators can not spend a cent without eating or drinking, but it is of little significance or even zero, and most of the student disciples are saving points to buy pills, spiritual weapons or some cheats.

Like a little monkey, it's completely unusual, don't buy a pill every month, don't use a spiritual weapon on your body, and roll away the cheats or something, my little monkey's points can only be used to deduct punishment!

That's right, if you make a mistake in the academy, the most common punishment is to deduct points in addition to the ruler, anyway, the little monkey will regularly "hand in" some points every month, more or less, and there will be no more than a few left in a month.

The most serious one, deducted his points for two months in a row, during that time he ate soil all day long, and did things carefully, for fear that he would be deducted into a negative number again before he paid off the bill!

Fotan is a famous Xianjia liquor, even in the rivers and lakes, it is also famous.

On the one hand, the fire coal comes from the academy, it is a unique type of wine in the academy, with the blessing of the reputation of the academy, the price has risen, and it was once noisy to dozens of Bixiao coins for a jar, you must know that a jar of wine is just a jar, no matter what, it is not the slightest use for cultivation, it is purely for pleasure, and it is really amazing to sell it at the price of Bixiao coins!

On the other hand, the charcoal itself tastes very good, and it is the best among the spirits, and it is called "the three wounds in the world" together with Moutai Feitian and Jian Nanchun!

The strength of the wine is not good, and drinking these wines is really only left to hurt the body.

The three kinds of liquor have their own characteristics, Moutai flies into the sky, and after a sip, it teaches people to be fascinated and fly into the sky. Jian Nanchun is like a sword qi messy in the stomach, making people's liver and intestines broken. As the name suggests, a mouthful of coals into the throat is like a red-hot coal tumbling in the body, life is better than death!

The little monkey shook his drink and asked Zhang Yuanyi, "How is it, will it be?"

Zhang Yuanyi is still not interested in alcohol at all, he has followed Zhu Zhiwen to drink a lot over the years, and drinking is talent at the beginning, and it is possible to exercise later.

His talent is excellent, even Zhu Zhiwen, who has been crawling on the wine table in the rivers and lakes all the year round, couldn't help but admire: "If I had your talent for drinking, I wouldn't have to say anything about a thousand cups of Qi Hongdang, I would directly win the wine!"

Zhang Yuan picked up a bowl and said to him boldly: "Just pour it in the bowl!"

A bowl into the throat, burning the throat hotly, the charcoal really deserves its name!

After a few bowls of belly, I only felt hot and spicy, and it was warm for a while, and it didn't take long for the ingredients in the pot to be cooked, and everyone got down to the chopsticks to get the meat!

"You little monkey, Lao Tzu is clamped up, you snatch it away for Lao Tzu, a few meanings!"

"Eh, isn't there anything else?

"A little more hairy belly, this is not fun!"

"And fatty beef, this thing is really cool when it comes up!"

"Another bowl of coals!"

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To say that this hot pot is really strange, obviously the spicy people are full of tears in the throat, but the happier they are, the chopsticks are like flying!

Everyone was in high spirits, chatting and talking, a lot of ingredients, with a little wine, eating slowly, all over the place, all over the place, miscellaneous piles all over the place!

When he had eaten almost enough, the stone went to sleep before a few others because of his low alcohol strength.

For fear of being detected, several people have been keeping the windows closed, and now that the night is dark, no one should care about this.

Han Mu walked to the window and pushed the window open hard, and suddenly a cool breeze blew in, blowing on everyone's red cheeks, which was very comfortable.

He took out the long cigarette gun from the Qiankun bag, leaned on the windowsill, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, like a long dragon, his eyes were blurred, and a cigarette after dinner was happy like a fairy!

The little monkey walked over and slapped him on the ass hard, "You can't have good things to yourself, bring me one too!"

Of course, Wang Teng couldn't miss such an opportunity, the three of them were on the windowsill, facing the huge bright moon, smoking lonely cigarettes.

It's rare that Zhang Yuanyi actually went over to join in the fun, but everyone knew that he couldn't smoke, so they didn't force him, four guys, four heads outward, four buttocks inward, swaying.

The little monkey was drunk and said, "Brother Wang, how is the little lady in front of you?"

Wang Teng was angry when he heard it, and said unhappily: "Don't mention it, bullshit, I said that I would break up peacefully, this guy still came to pester me, it's very annoying!"

He stretched out his hand out the window, his face relieved, "Some people, once you miss it, it's really fucking thankful!"

Han Mu asked, "Your current concubine is here today just for this, I guess you said something cruel to her before." ”

Wang Teng didn't speak, which was a tacit acquiescence.

The little monkey sighed inexplicably, "Alas, what do you think love is like?"

Bumped Wang Teng again, leaned on his shoulder, and asked with his eyes, "What does that girl smell like?"

Wang Teng pushed him away, "Give the master paws, Lao Tzu is looking for a partner and not a chicken, what does she care about what she tastes like." ”

The little monkey was dumbfounded, "It's boring!"

Han Mu's eyes were confused, he took another puff of cigarette and asked softly, "What is love?"

Wang Teng was silent, and said after a long time: "The tree is dead and the vine is entangled to death, the tree is alive and the vine is also entangled, I love you and love you to kill you!"

The little monkey scolded and said: "Lao Tzu has no love, love will only affect the speed of my sword!"

But then he silently wiped away his tears and scolded, "Gan!"

Han Mu didn't seem to be satisfied, and asked Zhang Yuanyi, "What do you think?"

Where does Zhang Yuanyi know what love is, but he knows the feeling of being liked by others, that is, he is afraid that the other party will say it, and he is afraid that he will hurt the other party, so he manages it carefully, the relationship is like a big bubble, it will explode if he is not careful, but when he is full of joy or broken bones, it is unknown, but this feeling makes him feel uncomfortable at all, not neat at all, and very tormented!

The little monkey said with a disdainful face: "I think, there is still a way to save you from the sea of suffering." ”

Han Mu glanced at him, "Say." ”

The little monkey's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: "Sex is even, cut to eternal rule!"

Han Mu kicked over, and the little monkey was already ready to dodge.

Han Mu continued to look at the night, his eyes lonely.

I don't know when it began, but the night under this windowsill was given a different meaning.

I still remember the girl who leaned on her shoulder to watch the sunrise with him, the fragrance of her hair, the gentle and sweet tone, she said to him, "You see that this night is not like a blue ocean, we are all ordinary people swimming in the ocean!"

Since then, the night has been the sea in my eyes, and I love to see the sea at night.

But the feelings that gave everything so much were still lost in the end, no matter how he kept them, he still lost to the so-called fate!

I can write the most moving poems in the world, I can write the most beautiful words, I can take down the stars in the sky to make your clothes, I can take the sun and the moon to shine in your eyes, I can pave the way for you to open the way for the mountains and rivers, and I can take a boat for you, but so what?

The madness of desperation, the infatuation that leaves no way back are all given to you, in exchange for only regrets, and after all, you can't keep your heart.

Now I'm terrible, I'm a failure, so bad that I need a cigarette in my hand to help me through the long, boundless nights. Every day I smoke groggy, and it's tomorrow. Who is to blame, let's not change my dead nature.

With a bang, the world dreams for a thousand years. I woke up, but I didn't want to shout anymore when I saw the desolation. I lost interest in everything, even though I knew that this life was going to get worse, even if I knew how to get out of it, but I didn't want to, I thought it was just like that, I was tired.

Chronic feelings of powerlessness can corrode people's hearts, perhaps.

As for happiness, my happiness is dead! There are no more nights when the hand reaches out of my heart to the stars.

A long time ago, I didn't pursue happiness, and if I lived without a purpose, no amount of happiness would be an illusion, so I would rather live in pain than pursue those so-called perfunctory. Besides, if there is a big deal after getting used to it, day after day, no matter how difficult it is, it can be boiled dry.

I didn't abandon my studies, I didn't fall into prodigy, I didn't fight hard, I just understood what I knew and didn't understand. Be an ordinary person who abides by his duty. That's enough, no one is forcing me to study, and no one is worth bothering me with.

A person is free and left to fend for himself.

The world is still so beautiful, but I don't love it anymore.

Zhang Yuanyi had never seen such a decadent Han Mu, he was in tears at the moment, obviously holding on to the death to prevent himself from leaving tears, whimpering silently, sad, and sad.

The little monkey and Wang Teng patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Silly boy." ”

"He's a fool!"

I still remember that Tang Chi introduced Han Mu like this on the first day he came in, and now he finally understood something a little.

He didn't understand what it was like after all, he still remembered that the most painful time for him was when he learned of the death of his master, that feeling was like a sudden heavy blow, a knife was inserted in the heart, the whole person's brain was blank, life was better than death!

But this feeling disappeared very quickly, as long as he didn't think about it, it wouldn't hurt, even if he thought about it, it would only hurt faintly after a long time.

And in Han Mu's body, he clearly felt more and more pain, more and more suffering, as if the pain brought by love is increasing day by day, and it will only superimpose and will not subside, this is a pile of pain!

After this pain reaches the extreme, it is terrifying, and it is easy to defeat a person!

It's not that Han Mu has no interest in women, it's just that his heart is old and he can't move his love, so he has no interest.

Tang Chi suddenly sang loudly, desperate, "I knew it was like this, it's like a dream!"

"Fuck you little monkey!" immediately someone shouted from the other room!

Han Mu laughed, didn't care about these guys, and sang loudly: "I won't put all my love in the same place!"

Wang Teng and Zhang Yuanyi also joined in!

"I knew it was like this, like a dream. ”

"Why should I lock all my tears in my eyes!"

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Life is like a dream, white clouds and dogs, wrong and wrong, right and right, grievances and grievances, after all, the sun and the moon are silent, the water has passed without a trace, and the so-called abandonment is just a little obsession.