Ji Miaohua didn't think she was angry but was happy, "When I waited, my kiss and I were old, so I would die here together."

old?

Duanmu turned his head to look at Ji Miaohua, and Ji Miaohua also happened to see him. The sun was sunny and the clouds gathered in his eyes, flashing with a faint purple light. His sky-green robe restrained the roughness of the Western Qiang, with a bit of free and unrestrained nature as a crazy Central Plains.

If such a person grows old, what will he look like?

Perhaps there is a bit of worldly turbidity between the eyebrows, or perhaps there are a few more marks of time at the end of the eyes and the corners of the mouth.

Duanmu Huichun thought about this and found that he had leaned over at some point, and the purple light in his eyes was replaced by his reflection. Duanmu Huichun saw that he was staring at him with wide eyes, or, looking at himself in his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" His voice was extremely deserted, like a can of cold water pouring on Ji Miaohua's heart.

Ji Miaohua pulled open the corner of her mouth, "I want to kiss you."

Duanmu Huichun took two steps backwards.

Ji Miaohua looked at him innocently, "Just think about it."

Duanmu Huichun said, "I have seen what you asked me to see. Can you leave?"

Ji Miaohua said: "Where is the inscription?"

Duanmu Huichun said: "There are many literati who make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings at the foot of the mountain. Not to mention the extinction of one's own life, even if they extinction themselves, they are written by people."

Ji Miaohua said seriously: "But none of them are Duanmu's rejuvenation."

Duanmu Huichun's heart moved. He wanted to see Ji Miaohua's face, but he was afraid that he would see too clearly and lost his direction. He hesitated for a moment and finally turned back to Wuhui Palace.

Ji Miaohua stood behind him, clenched her fist tightly on her side.

Duanmu Huichun's figure slowly disappeared from sight.

for a long time.

Ji Miaohua breathed a sigh of relief.

Patience is really a science.

Down the mountain, Duanmu kept rejuvenating.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Jia Xiang stepped forward and said, "Elder Duanmu?"

Duanmu Huichun suddenly stopped and looked at him and said, "Didn't you say a branch a few days ago that there was a conflict with other local sects? Where? I plan to go over and take a look in person."

Jia Xiang said: "Why bother Elder Duanmu himself to take action in such a small matter?"

Duanmu Huichun said: "In recent years, the conflict between the Demon Cult and the Baidao Sects has been frequent, and the dissatisfaction between the two sides has deepened. It is inevitable that the sparks have spread and repeated the mistakes of the Blue Flame Alliance. I think I'd better go there in person."

Jia Xiang glanced at him and said, "You follow me."

Duanmu Huichun was about to decline, but he had turned around and walked towards Xuanting.

Four side dishes, two empty cups.

Jia Xiang looked at the late cook.

The cook's lips seemed to be much redder than before, and her cheeks were even blushed. She held the tray with one hand and raised the orchid fingers with the other, gently picked up the freshly hot Huadiao wine and placed it on the table, and then took two steps back.

"Xiaoyu." Jia Xiang spoke slowly.

The cook's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at him with a smile. He still remembered his nickname. He had known that he would never choose to come to the Xuanting near the kitchen to drink just to see her a few more glances. Alas, although he is my son's mother, he always encounters such a peach blossom disaster, which is really a headache.

"You're nothing to do here, go down." Jia Xiang picked up the wine pot and poured wine for Duanmu's recovery.

The cook stopped smiling and left quickly.

Duanmu Huichun watched the wine flow out of the mouth of the pot and fell into the cup, stretching endlessly until it overflowed. "Elder Jia?" He hurriedly stood up and avoided the wine that was flowing down from the table.

Jia Xiang then stopped and sighed: "Sure enough, the cup is too small and there is too much wine to hold it."

Duanmu Huichun turned to sit on the clean stone bench next to her.

Jia Xiang reached out and moved the wine glass to Duanmu Huichun, saying, "I heard that a person's heart is only the size of a fist. If he has too many worries, he can't hold it."

"Elder Jia..." Duanmu Huichun was interrupted by Jia Xiang as soon as she started, "Come on. Drink." He gently touched him with a cup and raised his head to drink.

Duanmu Huichun looked at less than 30% of the wine he had in the glass, then looked at the full glass in front of him, and raised his glass to drink it all helplessly.

Jia Xiang said: "You know so many verses, which one do I love the most?"

Duanmu Huichun said, "I don't know."

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty! Come on, do it again." Jia Xiang poured wine, drank wine, and finished it in one go.

Duanmu Huichun smiled bitterly and said, "Elder Jia, don't you want to get me drunk?"

Jia Xiang sighed, "I just want you to be a little better. When people get drunk, the burden on their bodies will be lighter."

Duanmu Huichun's hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly, and another glass of rice wine was eaten.

Jia Xiang didn't speak, pouring wine.

Duanmu rejuvenated and drank one cup after another.

The wine pot was small, and it was almost over. The chef didn't know where he went, so Jia Xiang had to go to the kitchen to cook wine. When he came back with three pots of wine, he saw Duanmu Huichun facing his back to him, looking down at the empty space under the pavilion.

"I don't think there is a need for a cup." Jia Xiang handed a pot of wine to Duanmu Huichun.

Duanmu Huichun took it and raised her head to take a big sip at the spout.

Jia Xiang said: "Do you have anything to say now?"

Duanmu turned back to spring, her cheeks were faintly red, her eyes were filled with autumn waves, and she was as rippling as a sunny lake. "I'm not drunk yet." The words said were as cold as an autumn night.

Jia Xiang said: "Then drink it again."

Duanmu Huichun held the wine pot, raised it up and hesitated for a long time, and then gently put it down, "What should I do?"

Seeing that he finally opened his conversation, Jia Xiang said, "Whether you advance or retreat, it's better than going in a dilemma."

"After a dilemma?" Duanmu Huichun murmured.

"If you really want to drive Ji Miaohua away, you will not only call six disciples to go into battle like a shoe. There are more than 3,000 disciples on the mountain, and they take turns to go into battle. Even if Ji Miaohua's three heads and six arms cannot stop them day and night." Seeing Duanmu Huichun's reaction, Jia Xiang said again, "Don't you believe it?" He said, turned around and took a step, and a hand was added to his arm.

Duanmu Huichun looked blankly at the hand that grabbed Jia Xiang's arm, as if confirming whether the owner of the hand was him.

Jia Xiang smiled and said, "Actually, the answer is long in your heart, but you are reluctant to reveal it."

Duanmu Huichun's hand slowly slid down, turned his head and drank another sip of wine.

Jia Xiang stood behind him, watched him throw the empty wine pot down the mountain, and handed over another pot.

Duanmu Huichun didn't even look at it, and poured it into his neck.

Duanmu Huichun didn't even look at it, and poured it into his neck.

Jia Xiang said: "What knots do you have? Why don't you tell me? Let's take a closer look together?"

Dear.

The wine pot hits the railing.

Duanmu Huichun pinched the pot, her eyelids drooped, and she looked at the vast darkness at the foot of the mountain that was invaded by the night.

Jia Xiang said: "If you don't want to say it, it's fine."

Duanmu Huichun said, "I am not suitable for him."

Jia Xiang was stunned. If it were other reasons, he could still persuade him. The three words inappropriate are the most troublesome. One pot with one cover, only the pot cover knows whether it is good or bad. No matter how luxuriant the others say, they cannot replace the person involved. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, probably thinking about what the inappropriate thing about Duanmu Huichun meant, and sighed: "Speaking of this, after Ji Miaohua came to look down on the mountain, he really changed a lot. When he first came, he wore thick makeup, acted strangely, and acted flamboyantly, as if he didn't take everything seriously. But now, he dressed like a scholar every day, and even his every move was more restrained. I don't know why he did this, but I only know that his perseverance and endurance are admirable."

Duanmu only drinks alcohol and does not speak.

Jia Xiang was standing with him at the beginning, but Duanmu Huichun stood for a long time and didn't speak. He couldn't help but feel bored, so he sat down on the stool and started eating on his own. When he was in a deep place, he couldn't help but pecked two sips of wine. After pecking, he felt a little sleepy, and took a nap again. When he woke up, Duanmu Huichun was no longer seen.

"Will you really summon three thousand disciples to take turns?" He stood up in a hurry and ran towards Duanmu Huichun's house.

Duanmu Huichun's room was dark and lanterns were bright. He knocked on the door for a while, but there was no movement inside.

Mo Ju was taking people around to patrol. He heard the knock on the door and rushed over. Seeing him standing in front of the door, he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Jia Xiang turned around slowly, suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay."

Mo Ju: "..."

When he heard someone crossing the bridge, Ji Miaohua jumped out of the villa and saw Duanmu Huichun standing in front of the villa with a red face, her eyes a little dull, and she looked at him without blinking.

"Kiss?" Ji Miaohua was delighted and stepped forward half a step.

Duanmu Huichun looked at the sky-green robe on his body and suddenly felt it was particularly annoying. He said, "Take off your clothes."

Ji Miaohua didn't think she was angry but was happy, "When I waited, my kiss and I were old, so I would die here together."

old?

Duanmu turned his head to look at Ji Miaohua, and Ji Miaohua also happened to see him. The sun was sunny and the clouds gathered in his eyes, flashing with a faint purple light. His sky-green robe restrained the roughness of the Western Qiang, with a bit of free and unrestrained nature as a crazy Central Plains.

If such a person grows old, what will he look like?

Perhaps there is a bit of worldly turbidity between the eyebrows, or perhaps there are a few more marks of time at the end of the eyes and the corners of the mouth.

Duanmu Huichun thought about this and found that he had leaned over at some point, and the purple light in his eyes was replaced by his reflection. Duanmu Huichun saw that he was staring at him with wide eyes, or, looking at himself in his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" His voice was extremely deserted, like a can of cold water pouring on Ji Miaohua's heart.
To be continued...