The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 156 The secret message of tea fragrance, the storm is gradually rising

Zilan took Yuan'er's hand and came forward, her eyes falling on Long Su who was gently leaning aside. Although the two people who had met several times could not be said to be acquaintances, they were not strangers either.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the friend you mentioned before?" Zilan asked with a slight smile, winking at Qiu Yu.

"Yes." Qiu Yu nodded in response, then gently held the hand of the person beside him, and introduced to Zilan: "I didn't have time to explain clearly before, this is the leader of the Confucian sect, and also my best friend, Shulou Long. Stay."

best friend...

These two words crossed his mind. Longsu turned his head and glanced at the serious expressions of the people beside him. He didn't know whether to be happy for the other person's acceptance, or to feel helpless that the progress was still too slow.

"Oh..." Zilan smiled and looked away, nodded to show that she understood, then took out a bag of tea leaves from her sleeve and put it on the table, saying only three words: "Meeting gift."

Long Su reached out and took it, without opening it to check first, and politely thanked him. Seeing this, Qiu Yu's expression softened slightly, and then he looked at Yuan'er aside, with a friendly tone: "I haven't seen Yuan'er for a long time. How have you been recently? Have you met anyone?" What trouble did you get into?"

"First, sir." Yuan'er opened her mouth a little awkwardly, hesitating and not knowing what to say. Finally, she stepped forward and pulled Qiu Yu's sleeve, and whispered: "Yuan'er wants to talk to you alone about something, sir."

Zilan smiled after hearing this, looked up at the darkening sky, and planned to leave: "Since the people have been delivered, I will leave first. Remember to eat on time''"

Qiu Yu nodded lightly and responded obediently: "Okay, eldest sister, please be careful on the road." The title sounded like he was stuttering. Fortunately, Zilan didn't complain about the attribute, and looked at the other two people with a smile. Then, he turned around and left. Yuan'er waved and said, "Goodbye, sister Zilan."

Qiu Yu then apologized to Long Su and asked Yuan'er to wait for a while, then took Yuan'er to the kitchen, intending to have a conversation while making some food for others. General Long Su was sitting alone at the table. The sandalwood harp was withdrawn, and his gaze fell into the distance. The girl in pink clothes had disappeared.

Such a respectful address and attitude were given to an ordinary person without any inner strength or identity. Is there something else to hide, or is this the truth?

Opening the tea bag and checking it, he picked up a frosty white thin leaf with his fingertips and smelled it closely. Although the fragrance of Yulin Dettol was a bit weak, Longsu, who knew precious things very well, naturally saw the value of this bag of tea. It’s not cheap, and he whispered two words in his mouth: “蘼武.”

The taste of this tea tastes like white water at first, but later it has a light fragrance and sweet aftertaste. It is as blurry as the thick fog in spring and summer, full of unknown surprises. When you taste it again later, it feels like the meaning of the word "蘼" , has reached the end, and can no longer feel any joy worth lingering on, so one can only abandon the tea that is reaching the bottom of the cup.

Long Su's eyes moved slightly, but he placed the tea leaves to soak in the teapot next to him. The frost color slowly relaxed in the water. He picked up the palace fan and shook it gently. He suddenly raised his lips and chuckled: "This meeting gift is quite meaningful. …”

In the kitchen, Qiu Yu added some firewood to the stove, washed a piece of fruit and handed it over, then asked, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Your skills have improved a lot. You must have had some adventures."

Yuan'er thanked him and took it. He didn't eat it immediately. Instead, he carefully told the interesting stories about his experience on the Galaxy Ladder. After talking about Dian Tianji's accidental death, he couldn't help but show a sad look on his face: " Uncle Dian Tianji is such a good person, he should live for thousands of years, but why do good people never live long? The old beggar and Shi Tianwang are like this, gold is wrapped in silver, and even the big brother who gave me candied haws is like this. Sir, can you tell me why?"

Although he didn't tell him about Jin Baoyin's death, Yuan'er was much more perceptive than ordinary children and could deduce the facts from some details. She was sad and at the same time indignant and puzzled.

"Because good people always believe in hope, so they don't care whether they can live for thousands of years, they just want to live simply. But good people in this world will never die well, even if they have nothing to do with the world, they will give in every step, and they will get something. There is only the so-called judgment of "having a jade in your hands". If you really want to know the answer, don't rush for a while. A long life is enough for you to understand it slowly. "

Having seen too many and felt too many similar experiences, Qiu Yu's eyes showed a little tiredness, but it was only fleeting and soon returned to a look of indifference.

"Oh……"

Yuan'er nodded as if he understood, and obediently did not ask any more questions. Instead, he remembered another thing and spoke hesitantly: "When Uncle Liang rescued me, he said that he would accept me as his righteous brother. son, but I rejected him because..."

He reached out and pulled the aqua blue sleeves, took a deep breath, and finally plucked up the courage to speak out: "My husband takes good care of me. Although he can be very harsh sometimes, I can feel that my husband is actually very good to me." Yes, I would rather...acknowledge your husband as my adoptive father, is that okay?"

"No."

The moment he finished speaking, Qiu Yu said the words of rejection very gently. Yuan'er didn't react for a moment. Before her eyes were full of expectation, she heard a gentle explanation mixed with indifference passed into her ears: "I am now Let me teach you another thing: No one will be kind to someone for no reason, unless he is a benevolent person with compassion, or he is a person with intentions and some reasons, and I am the latter, and this reason is your father. "

"Father?!"

Yuan'er was startled and ignored the sadness of being rejected. She grabbed the sleeve in her hand and asked eagerly: "First, sir, what you said is that you know my father. You know who my father is, right?" ?Can you tell me, I want to know who my father is?"

"Even if this will cause him to be killed?" Qiu Yu said lightly, the expression on Yuan'er's face froze, and he was a little unable to react: "Why would he be killed if he knew it?"

Qiu Yu squatted down, raised his hand and gently touched the fluffy hair, and said in a calm tone: "Some things have their reasons, and if you want to get something, you will lose the corresponding thing, or even more. This sentence is the second principle I want to teach you today. Whether you can successfully learn it or not depends on your answer."

"Sir, I..."

Yuan'er suddenly wanted to cry, and his chest felt tight, as if something heavy was pressing on it, making him feel uncomfortable.

Finally, after the vegetarian porridge was cooked, Yuan'er chose not to ask, and came to a remote pond alone with a bowl in hand. She looked at the cold moonlight reflected on the water and was in a daze.

"Are you too harsh on a child?"

Looking at the lonely figure sitting by the pond, Long Su didn't know what the two said, but seeing the child's shocked look reminded him of some inhumane teaching methods.

Qiu Yu picked up the tea cup and didn't care: "I just informed you of some choices in advance. It will be much better when people calm down."

He took a sip of tea. He had tasted it several times with Zilan. As soon as he took his mouthful, he knew the name: "It's Zhiwu."

Long Su shook his fan and smiled, but he picked up the tea with a little bit left in the cup in front of him and shook it gently: "The surprise of this tea is like layers of mist. After it disperses, there is only It’s boring now, what are you going to do with the remaining bits if it’s Qiu Yuru?”

Qiu Yu drank the last bit of tea in the cup, but then raised his hand to pour it down and refilled the cup: "It's pointless to force the last bit, and it's just a waste of time to regret it. It's better to pour it out and refill it with new tea. Isn't it the best way to do it?" Good choice."

The look in Long Su's eyes was gloomy, his face was silent, and he asked with a slight smile: "Is this your answer?"

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, in my opinion, even if it lost the fun at the beginning..." The tea was lightly swayed, and other tea leaves were thrown into the cup, and the infuriating energy was activated to heat up, and a different kind of fragrance floated out: "Just add some automatically. With appropriate tea leaves in it, no matter how weak the tea is, it can rekindle the interest of tea drinkers, right?"

Qiu Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the fragrant tea that came out of the other person's hand again. He put down the cup in his hand without comment and stopped talking: "The septicemia evil that has been dormant for a long time seems to be walking in the martial arts world again. Are you going to careful."

"I understand. Thank you very much for your concern Qiu Yu." Long Su, who did not receive an answer, did not ask further questions. He looked at the sky and planned to stand up and leave: "Tomorrow there will be guests from the Confucian sect, so I should go back and take control of the situation. Qiu Yu, do you really not think about your position in the world of Confucianism?"

Qiu Yu shook his head gently and still declined: "Now, I just want to live a life of leisurely clouds and wild cranes." Longsu didn't force it after hearing the words. After saying goodbye to the others, he turned into light and left alone.Qiu Yu sat quietly for a while. After the tea cooled down, he picked up the unfinished cup and poured it directly into the grass beside him. His expression was indifferent: "Human beings are always impatient. When the tea leaves that can be added gradually decrease, When the taste of tea becomes weaker and weaker, you will realize that the most convenient way is to pour new tea instead of spending too much attention on a cup of tea that has long since lost interest.”

He poured water on it to wash away the faint taste of tea in his mouth. His expression was as calm as ever. He looked up at Yuan'er who had come back to his senses and started drinking porridge. He rubbed the edge of the slightly cold cup with his fingertips: "It's about the same time." .

When something happens, time always passes very quickly. A lot of things have also happened in the past few days. For example, Tan Wuyu went to Confucian Sect Tianxia to persuade Longsu to take action because of another incident involving septic blood and strange evil. The two of them talked about light and shadow. The topic was discussed for a long time, and finally Longsu gave his conditions: he needed the Blood Castle Godfather and three-quarters to join.

Tan Wuyu naturally agreed, but when he returned to Xian Nami Valley, he was attacked by a mad dragon with a laugh, and he and Qu Shitu were kidnapped.Lone Que was addicted to alcohol at that time, so he ran out to buy a drink and missed it.

With the key of creation, Yan Jian planned to go to resurrect Dao Wen, but he encountered Wo Longxing who was walking in a zombie state. The artifact was robbed and the person was severely injured. He returned to Liuli Fairyland to inform the situation and hoped that Su Huan would return. After really being able to guide his son who could never see him again into the right path and not be used by the traitorous Prime Minister Jia Minggong, he passed away with regret.

Yan Guiren met Duan Yan Xifeng, and asked about the whereabouts of Bo Hanbo during the conversation with Beichen Yuanhuang. However, the only people who knew about the matter were Huanyu Qizang and Ji Xiaoshuang. After Yan Gui Ren broke into Yiliu to save Duan Yan Xifeng At that time, Ji Xiaoshuang accidentally died under a halberd, and the only one who knew about the world could not explain clearly, so Yan Guiren asked for a one-on-one duel. If the opponent lost, he would tell the whereabouts of Bo Hanbo, and Beichen Yuanhuang agreed.

On the day of the duel, although Yan Guiren was still injured, it was no joke to be stronger with residual health. Yan Guiren, who had begun to gain the upper hand, suddenly had his magical power boosted and instantly reversed the situation.

The Catastrophe Sword penetrated deeply into the trunk of the tree. Huanyu Qizang's body hit the tree hard, spit out a mouthful of blood, calmly closed his eyes and waited for death: "You win."

Yan Guiren collected the holy halberd and did not deliver a fatal blow: "This battle is not about to end. I just want to know the whereabouts of Bo Hanbo."

Huanyu Qizang opened his eyes after hearing this, his expression was a little strange, but he smiled: "Why, after that person used you to severely damage Yiliu, didn't he return the people who had no use value to you?"

that person...

Yan Guiren frowned, sensing something was wrong, and asked: "Who is that person in your mouth?" Huanyu Qizang coughed up blood and chuckled again: "That person is by your side, I guess You also have some friendship, so you will be familiar with his name, right? That person is..."

"Shh-"

Before the words were spoken, a peach blossom folding fan whirled around, knocking the person unconscious. Then a sassy figure flew to Huanyu Qizang's side, stretched out his hand to catch the rotating folding fan, and his gentle and gentle eyebrows gave people the impression of a scholar. He felt weak and his face was too pale to look like a living person.

"Who are you?!"

Duan Yanxifeng, who was watching the battle on the side, used his double swords to stop the mysterious man from taking away the world's treasures. However, the energy contained in the folding fan opened it lightly. The vines stretched out from the ground and wrapped around him in one breath. The two took control.

The mysterious man didn't say anything. He carried the unconscious Huanyu Qizang on his shoulders, opened the folding fan in front of him, and in the quiet fragrance of peach, the two of them disappeared in full view of the public.

"Damn it!" Duan Yanxi Feng was so angry that he wanted to cut the vines in half, but the vines receded on their own as if they were conscious. He rolled up the Catastrophe Sword and also disappeared.

Beichen Yuanhuang and Su Huanzhen, who were watching the battle from a distance, glanced at each other and saw suspicion in each other's eyes. They instantly understood that the mysterious man just now did not belong to either side.

Because someone disturbed the situation, Beichen Yuanhuang lost another strategist. Su Huanzhen gave up and suggested that the grudges between the two parties should be settled. Beichen Yuanhuang thought of Yiliu who was now seriously injured, so he could only grit his teeth and agreed.

The mysterious man left the person at the entrance of the residual forest, and then came to a river. Zilan, dressed in pink, looked at the catastrophe sword in his hand, raised his head and looked at this side, and the two looked at each other with similar eyes.

"Thank you." Zilan smiled slightly, and the mysterious man showed the same smile. A flash of pink light flew out from the top of his head and sank into Zilan's eyebrows. The smile on the man's face disappeared, leaving only an empty expression.

Zilan waved her hand and took the man and the Catastrophe Sword back into her own space. She staggered a bit, raised her hand to press her painful temples, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I used my split soul to control a puppet. It's really amazing to do this all of a sudden. It’s a bit overwhelming, but luckily Aze’s existence was not exposed, otherwise the subsequent plan would not have been carried out.”

After the pain subsided, Zilan bent down to pick up the washed clothes on the floor, touched the vines that were coquettishly toward her in praise, and returned to the residual forest as if nothing had happened.

Beyond the Immortal Valley.

After bidding farewell to the grieving Lao Wuyan and rejecting Qiong Jue's confession, Yuren Feizhan, who had detoxified his body, looked at the woman in yellow in front of him with a blank look on his face, and asked: "Excuse me, girl..."

"Yu Lang, I finally see you."

The woman in yellow grabbed Yuren Feizhan's hands excitedly and looked at him with tears in her eyes. While pouring out her longing, she took Yuren Feizhan, who was confused about the situation, to a distance, and waited until she was out of the range of the Immortal Valley. , his face changed in a second.

"Yuzai, do you miss me, old man?"

With a familiar look and tone, Yuren Feizhan opened his eyes wide with surprise: "Mu Shaoai?! Why did you..."

"Oops~ This matter is a long story. It was an idea given by a doctor who is more evil than me. Old man, I was worried that Yu Zai would change his mind after not seeing each other for many days, so I had to make such a sacrifice. What's the matter? Yes? I'm not very impressed." Mu Shaoai winked at the person while removing his disguise.

Yuren Feizhan took a few steps back to show that he really dared to move. Mu Shaoai teased him for a few more words, and then he turned around and left. He didn't want to be shameless with an old man, but he yelled at the other person that he couldn't catch up. When he stopped, he was teased by the old man who followed him.

After Yuren Feizhan came back, he learned that Kuanglong Yixiao was also involved in the other causes of Fengchou's death, and was determined to get rid of him. So under the trap set by Beichen Yuanhuang, Kuanglong Yixiao was indeed fooled, thinking that among the five artifacts The mysterious man disguised as Beichen Yuanhuang's glove - the power of shaking the sky - was led to the wilderness.

On the top of the mountain in the distance, Qiu Yu with Yuan'er was watching the battle below. He covered his face with a folding fan, and his lake-blue eyes had a cold expression: "I said, you will eventually die under your own arrogance. Your death date ,arrive."

"gentlemen……"

Yuan'er looked at Qiu Yu, who had a cold expression, and stretched out his hand to gently pull on his tense fingers. Knowing that the other person was suppressing his emotions, she had no choice but to give him some silent comfort.

Alien Demon Realm.

Amidst the suppressed demonic energy in the sky, a trace of blood slowly appeared. A wide red cloak covered his whole body. He was carrying a tightly wrapped rectangular object on his back, but he still stood very upright.Most of the face was hidden under the blood-colored hood, and the same blood-red pendants from the other side hung on both sides of the half-covered cheeks, making the skin look somewhat deathly pale.

The black-robed Demon Buddha, who was restrained by sharp steel claws and clutching the chain with both hands, looked at the strange figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. He immediately guessed who did it. He raised a sarcastic smile with unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth and asked: "You who is it?"

"The idle clouds do not draw shadows from east to west, and the wild cranes would rather stay in the heart; leaving the bitter tune of the harp has no place to return, and the wind, the moon, and the dust are like dust."

"My name is Wandering without Return·My art is like dust."

　The sword and halberd is finally finished (:з」∠)_, as usual, please comment a lot. If there are any mistakes, please point them out⊙⊙!
　　
　
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