readx;“ Can I drink it?" Sun Mou asked, he was calm and calm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info seems to have known many years ago that there will be today's result, not impatient, light and light. What he was holding in his hand was, of course, a cup of poisoned wine.

Seven inches of wine, liver and intestines are broken. Seven inches of incense, because this wine is fragrant, people can't help it.

It is said that those who do not die after drinking this wine will not be able to die even if they want to.

But that's just a story.

Sun Huaiyu's head hurt so much, he didn't know where he was, he opened his eyes, and saw through the loopholes in the roof that it was daylight, and he woke up.

I woke up, but I didn't know where I was taking it.

Where is this?

He was thinking. Seeing the collapsed Buddha statues around him, he knew that this was a temple that had been abandoned for a long time.

Why are you here? Sun Huaiyu wanted to stand up, but he had a terrible headache, he sat up, watching the sky spin dizzily, he regretted that he had drunk too much wine that day.

However, his right eyelid kept jumping, and his heart was full of uneasiness. Why was he here? Who was he with before he woke up? He struggled with memories, but there was no wine, no one to tell him, what to do?

Even if his heart was beating in a panic, he was anxious and uneasy, would his father blame him? Father? He suddenly remembered that he still had a father. He struggled to get up and staggered towards Sun's mansion.

Perhaps, what belonged to you yesterday has changed hands when the stars turn around, and it is only natural that nothing is not changing.

Sun Mou looked at Wang Han who was lying on the ground, and asked Ji Rufeng on the side, "Is it really worth it?"

Ji Rufeng also looked at Wang Han, "It's worth it." ”

"Good. Sun Mou smiled, "He picked up the wine glass, looked at the crystal clear elixir, the turbulent sea, a lonely boat, wandering around, looking for exploration, one day, when he is old and tired, perhaps, this sea is its destination." ”

He drank it all, and the liquid flowed into his mouth, into his throat, and finally into his stomach.

How long does it take to drink a glass of wine?

Should a person die? Should he die? The cycle of heavenly principles, karma and karma? Zhang Wenzheng's shoulders were shaking violently, he was not laughing, this old opponent for decades, he was crying, because he lost his brother of the opposite sex, how many years, in fact, Sun Mou could let him be exiled to the government and the opposition, he could make him simple and wilderness, and he could make him from a high-ranking Taifu to a common man who no one knew, but, no, everything is over, he said that he had to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but he was always merciful to himself.

He felt that his throat was salty, he felt his heart hurt, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

He coughed up blood all the time, but this was the last time.

He was lying on his back when he fell, and he saw the clouds in the sky, white and flawless, like a woman's face, and she was smiling, waving her hands, and looking at him with a smile. It's her, he's waiting for me, Zhang He closed his eyes happily.

What can I do?

Bai Yuan left two lines of turbid tears. Looking at the few people who fell to the ground, he didn't know what to do? Bai Yuan, you are the one who turns the tide, you can turn the world upside down, you can go to the moon for nine days, but you are just a person, just a legend in the mouth of others.

Perhaps, why do you have to see each other when you meet, and why do you have to know each other when you meet?

Even if one day, I have done my best to see the last sunrise, and I have finished the last beauty, will I not be as helpless as a baby now?

Ouyang Wuji was still sitting there, he didn't seem to see anything, what he promised, he didn't break his promise, he was just sitting quietly, his eyes were looking at the tea in the cup, the slaughter of the chess field, the shrinkage around him, the helplessness of others, and the cursing had nothing to do with him.

Even if there is no Ouyang Wuji today, things will still happen, even if he doesn't play this game of chess, the damned person will die, and he ----is just a passerby, and he has done his best. His eyes were on the tea, at the cup of tea.

When the tea leaves are poured in boiling water, they struggle a little, churn a little, and in the end they just sink to the bottom of the cup.

Laughing at the spring breeze, laughing in the spring breeze, the red dust is lonely.

"Bai Xiang, do you want to die?" Ji Rufeng looked at Bai Yuan, narrating this seemingly insipid matter.

"Child, the sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore. Fan walked over and said.

"Lord, can I turn back? Where is my road? Where is my boat? Who will cross me? The Buddha loves sentient beings, but he escapes from sentient beings, Hongzen Ancient Temple, who have you crossed? Sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants? Haha, do you know that every day there are people who die unjustly, every day there are people who commit adultery, and every day there are people who control the life and death of others according to their own preferences. Lord, what can you do, and will your prayers eliminate the greed and hatred in the world? I don't want to control the life and death of others, I just don't want others to contain me. Ji Rufeng said.

"Amitabha, the Buddha loves all sentient beings, and has planted goodness in everyone's psyche, so that everyone has a good heart, does good deeds, and bears good fruits; sentient beings love the Buddha, and everyone should not dissipate in samsara, and people will pour out their wishes like the Buddha. Pray to the Buddha to bless yourself and your family. “

"However, why are there still so many people displaced, why are so many people ruined, why are there so many people who don't deserve to die?" Ouyang Wuji, who was sitting in a chair, suddenly spoke.

"What is love, what is hate, reason, because of reason, everyone has to be involved, human life, good and evil, cause and effect, who am I?"

"Mowgli," Bai Yuan shouted hoarsely.

"Guess the wrong start, does it matter if the ending is right or not?Ji Rufeng, how about I die for him?" Ouyang Wuji said quietly, he put the tea on the tip of his nose.

"Yes, you can. Ji Rufeng said with a smile.

I saw a glass of wine staggering, and Wuji looked down at the cup of tea, maybe this was the last cup. He took a deep breath, the aroma of the tea was refreshing, he closed his eyes, and drank it all.

He originally thought that this cup would be his last, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to drink this cup at the end.

He forgot about someone, someone who loved him, someone who had been standing silently behind him, someone who could feel joy and sorrow.

When he finished his tea, he heard the glass fall from behind him.

He turned around, but found that Song Wen was looking at him, slowly falling, and how attached and reluctant he was in his eyes.

He thinks he is unparalleled in the world, he thinks he is only eight fights, but he can't even protect his beloved, and he watches her die for himself.

He had imagined many pictures of himself when he left, the bright moon in the mountain stream, the steep cliffs, and the withered vines at dusk, but he never imagined that he was still alive, but he was already dead.

"Can you play a game of chess for me?" he remembered this sentence, and also remembered the mood of this sentence.

He helped Song Wen up, helped him sit on the chair, he picked up the chess pieces for her and put them down gently.

"Let's go. Sun Huaiyu said that he didn't need to stay here, let alone stay here.

The lively chess field suddenly became deserted, and a few jackdaws in the trees were calling, as if there was no chess, no day, it was like a dream, waking up, and nothing was there.

"Senior brother," Xu Sanjin shouted cautiously.

Ouyang Wuji didn't hear it.

"Senior brother!" Xu Sanjin shouted.

Ouyang Wuji was still holding Song Wen's hand, step by step.

"Senior brother, junior sister, she is dead....."

A chess box flew over and smashed into his face.

It hurt, it hurt heartbreakingly, Xu Sanjin knelt on the ground, he looked around, he didn't know how to go.

"Let's go, go back," Miao Qingqing said.

He looked up, "Okay, go back." Xu Sanjin, who has always been verbose, looked at Ouyang Wuji, looked at Bai Yuan, and then looked at the person who had fallen in the place, and left.

He knew that Miao Qingqing shouldn't come.

However, it came.

Perhaps, only walking is the best consolation.

One can only see a man holding a young woman, playing chess there, never stopping. He didn't seem to know tired, for it went down from that day until the next night. The man didn't say anything, just quietly helped a woman to play chess, and people only saw the back from a distance, but everyone who saw it said that the person was crying......