"Isn't it stupid to pretend to be stupid? The storytellers in other people's teahouses, why don't you?" The painting slammed the desk with a palm, "This seat is going to listen to the story of the demon monk and demon girl today, you either tell it to this seat, or die to this seat!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The storyteller looked up at a private hall on the second floor, and then nodded towards the heart of the painting, "Okay, I'll talk, I'll talk, please go back and listen carefully." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Start from the fire on the shore of Lishui, and you will be rewarded for speaking well!"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;There was a burst of laughter from the people around her, all laughing at her for being very drunk, apparently no one took her words to heart, but gradually there were rumors circulating in private.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"It is said that the Qingcheng medicine is the same as the light, the hanging pot is the world, it has a long reputation, a pair of wonderful hands can flesh and bones, can bring the dead back to life, and can also drive the red lotus karma fire"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Painting the heart of the storyteller's voice, jar after jar of wine poured down, hurried and violent, and soon became drunk, she wondered, in the days when she was away, did he also borrow wine to drown his sorrows like her?

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;What would he be like when he was drunk?

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;He is so good-looking, will anyone take advantage of him when he gets drunk?

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Shuyi sat in the private room on the second floor of the Qingjiufang, looking sideways, looking at the drunk and depressed woman downstairs, and suddenly his face was dark and angry.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Xuanyuan Mo hurriedly poured a pot of herbal tea and handed it to Shuyi, reminding him in a low voice, "Childe, the time has not yet come, you wait, don't be impatient." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Shuyi was noncommittal, and poured a few more herbal teas before he could barely suppress the fire in his heart.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Huaxin was so drunk that his body went limp, squinting and looking around, fantasizing about every possible appearance when he and Guang Tongchen had sat here and bought drunk.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Suddenly, a man wearing a white monk's robe and a hat covered with a white veil in the distance of the three or four tables on the right turned his head to look at her, the wind entered the window, blowing up the white veil that covered his face, although it was only for a moment, the painting heart still saw the man's face clearly

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Dust?" Before she could wonder, she had already called out his name, and she was stunned for a long time, then suddenly beckoned to him and called softly, "Come here." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The white-clothed monk had never seen such a stunning woman, and smiled at him with affection, he blushed, stunned for a moment, then politely walked over, made a Buddhist salute, and then asked, "I don't know what the female benefactor is doing to call the poor monk?"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The white gauze was hazy, and the painting heart couldn't see his face more and more, she pressed her eyebrows, and reached out to pull him, "Chenchen, why did you come out to buy wine to drink? Isn't the wine I buried for you to taste good? I'm so uncomfortable to drink alone, can you drink with me?"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;As she spoke, she handed her wine cup to the white-clothed monk, who immediately stepped back and excused himself, "Amitabha, thank you for the kindness of the female master, poor monks don't drink." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;" nonsense. Huaxin stood up on the table and reached out to grab the white-clothed monk.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;When the white-clothed monk saw her staggering, confused, and drunk, and did not dare to push her away, she leaned softly on his shoulder, put the wine cup into the white veil, and handed it to his lips.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;There was a silence in response to the painting.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The white-clothed monk thought it was very inappropriate to pull with the female guest like this, so he wanted to push it away, but when he smelled the aroma of wine handed to his lips, he frowned.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;To be exact, it's not wine at all.