Five-seven

Lao Xiao looked at the disciples standing in front of him one by one, with a touch of color in his eyes, it seems that this method will work, and he will step up his practice in the future!

It wasn't until he saw that Li Yan was also out of the main hall that he coughed lightly and said, "I just received the news for the teacher, your little junior brother."

Little junior brother?

The disciples were puzzled for a while, and then their faces couldn't help but overflow with ecstasy, the little junior brother is not dead!

Xiao Yifeng exhaled lightly: I'll just say, that guy can survive underground, and a small soul damage will definitely not be difficult for him.

He remembered Liu Yun, who was peacefully thrown out by him at the last moment when the Great Demon attacked.

Zhu Qian remembered that Fang was three years old at that time, and the little guy who dragged his nose behind him every day, and before he knew it, he had also grown up and become a veritable old guy. A gentle smile crossed his face.

Li Yiwu said softly: Fortunately, you did not live up to your senior brother's efforts, fortunately.

Lu Liangcai smiled: The little junior brother's craftsmanship is really good, this time when he returns to the mountain, he will be punished for not sleeping and roasting a few meat for ten days and ten nights for our brother, only allowed to see, not eat! After he finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

Mo Xiaohong's eyes were filled with tears, when they were very small, they depended on each other, in that snowstorm, he didn't die, how could he die this time.

Li Yan just smiled, the gentlest and most gorgeous smile in so many years, Xiaoliu is fine, my people from Songtao Peak are finally together, finally together.

Xiao Tian watched everyone's reactions, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

After a long time, he slowly spoke: The out-of-stock Fang Fei Fu passed the book blame for the teacher did not give him a basket of good magic weapons, and was beaten by the demon thief and almost died, Yifeng, the person was lost by you, you immediately go down the mountain, and then find him back for me, for the teacher to see, for the teacher here the good magic weapons are piled up, does he have the courage to take it.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads, this product is too rammed, you must know that now the master is in full power, talk like this, you come back and wait for death!

Mo Xiaohong, who knows Liu Yun best, couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this guy obviously didn't know any talismans before he went down the mountain, how could he pass on talismans now?

He didn't guess that if that guy knew the spell, many years ago, maybe he would have returned to the mountain.

At that moment, Xiao Yifeng packed up his things and went down the mountain, and the disciples took advantage of Xiao Tian's inattention, and quietly ran to the back mountain to dig out the wine that Liu Yun had hidden for many years, and Zhu Qian cooked, and drank beautifully to celebrate, but when the little junior brother came back and saw that the wine he had treasured for many years was drunk cleanly, would he kill himself for the funeral of these wines?

Since that day, Liu Yun has only entrenched in the Yuelai Inn, and never goes to see the woman in the Qinglou.

Drinking every day endows me with poems that I don't understand.

Su Chen is also becoming more and more depressed, seeing that he is like seeing the biggest tragedy, his sad appearance is like a frosted eggplant, wilted.

Pull him to the Qinglou, he refuses to go again, what else do you want Su Chen to do!

The painting is not finished yet! The most wonderful painting in the world is not finished yet!!

The two occasionally drank together, and his Epimedium never did anything to Liu Yun again, and occasionally looked at Liu Yun with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes: This guy actually suppressed the medicinal power of Epimedium with such a low level of cultivation!!

What did this guy grow up eating?

Although the effect of the medicine is still latent in his body, he wants to attack again while Liu Yun is weak, and he doesn't know how long he will have to wait.

Liu Yun was quietly leaning against the window and carrying the wine jar in the dusk, looking at the traffic outside, the sunset was yellow, like drunkenness, like sleep.

The sunset here is the same as in the town, but the people here are different and the scenery is different.

The warm light hit his face, and he couldn't help but squint.

A little maid stepped into the door of the store and walked gently behind him, the gentle wind blowing, she stood and waited quietly for a while, but the man did not notice.

She had to speak: Childe.

The man was still unconscious, as if he was immersed in this boundless twilight, unable to extricate himself. Raising her voice, she said, "Childe."

His body moved slightly, turned his face, and with a drunken expression, he said: It's bamboo green.

The little maid gently sent the letter in her hand forward, and she said: Miss will leave Luoyang tomorrow, and she asked me to hand over this letter to you.

The man looked down at the letter and let out a long oh before slowly taking it.

The little maid turned to leave, and the man put the letter on the small table beside him, turned his head and looked out the window, the sunset outside the window.

The little maid turned her head and glanced at the letter that was casually put aside, and frowned deeply, how could Miss be such a smart and beautiful person, how could she look at such a heartless person?

It wasn't until the figure of the little maid disappeared on the corner of the street that Liu Yun turned around, the drunkenness on his face was replaced by a deep depression, he sat at the table, gently opened the envelope, and there was only one poem on the paper:

You have no intention of causing trouble,

Why suffer like smoke and self-pity.

When the city gate was opened, the sun had not yet appeared, and the weeds outside the city were covered with crystal dewdrops, and the early risers picked up their own fruits and vegetables, paid a few pennies, and went into the city to sell their things, and they smiled on their faces, today, they should be able to sell for a good price.

When the heat of the sun finally dried the dew on the grass, a carriage came out of the city, and the carriage was not ornately decorated, simple but beautiful, with delicate and delicate carvings, and vivid embroidery covering the wooden railings of the carriage and covering the chariot with curtains.

The carriage soon drove into the official road, gradually moving away, and gradually disappeared from the sight of the people in the city.

Outside the city, the carriage finally stopped slowly, the coachman jumped out of the car, and stood quietly aside, a little maid pulled the curtain and helped the woman wearing a scarf to get out of the car slowly.

The people who were resting in the pavilion were breathless, and although they were wearing face towels, no one would doubt that the faces under the face towels were not beautiful.

The delicate fragrance slowly wafts into everyone's nose.

With the support of the little maid, the woman slowly walked into the pavilion and found a corner where no one was there and sat down quietly.

From time to time, the woman looked in the direction of the city, as if she was waiting for someone, was she waiting for someone?

The people in the pavilion walked and came, and they talked and ate some food.

The woman still looked in the direction of the city from time to time.

The little maid said, "Miss, let's go, he won't come."

The woman shook her head slightly, silent, but still looking in the direction she came.

Until the red sun slanted in the west, only the last old man left in the pavilion to pack up his things, the old man glanced at the woman lightly, and said: Miss let's go, it's so late, and those who should come are coming, and if they don't come, they will never come.

After speaking, the old man carried the basket on his back, hummed an unknown tune, and slowly stepped into the sunset.

A trace of sadness flashed on the woman's face, and the little maid sighed softly, and she said: Miss, that unrighteous person will not come, I sent him a letter yesterday, and he threw it on the table casually without looking at it

The woman's body shook, but she laughed slowly, and she said: Since this is the case, then let's go, let's go

With the support of Zhulu, she slowly stepped into the carriage, and finally turned her head to look at the official road, which was still empty except for the faint yellow of the sunset.

The carriage drifted away, quietly disappearing into the horizon with the faint and almost inaudible sound of the coachman.

On the hill in the distance, Liu Yun sat among the branches of a towering tree, took one last deep look at the vanishing carriage, and took a long sip of wine with his neck up.

The wind blew gently through the hem of his clothes, blowing his hair on his forehead, and the faint smell of wine wafted through the air.

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