The wind is like a mountain.

The rain is like a falling river.

The next day, there was a May thunderstorm.

Just like a restless night.

Jiang Dali was wearing an open-breasted coat and was sweating all over. He looked like a big black bear peeping around in the wine cellar.

Finally I picked a good flower carving.

Pinch open the seal.

He poured a large bowl of wine filled with clear and refreshing wine and poured half of it into his mouth. Then he looked at the two women muttering at the door and raised the wine jar to signal.

Murong Qingqing cast a suspicious and rejecting look.

Wang Yuyan blushed and waved her hands repeatedly. Her smooth forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat due to the sultry rainstorm in May. Even Jingyao's nose was sweating due to nervousness.

Murong Qingqing pulled Wang Yuyan to the corner of the house and pointed, "Hey! You still say no, you look so nervous that you are sweating all over."

"No, no, no, it's just that the weather is very hot."

Wang Yuyan hurriedly explained, reaching out and grabbing Murong Qingqing's fingers.

"real?"

Murong Qingqing looked at Wang Yuyan's pink cheeks that were as red as ripe peaches with suspicion, "But I clearly heard some noise yesterday, and you seemed to have screamed... and your fingers

I’m all sweaty now.”

"Hey you..."

Wang Yuyan took out her fingers, her face became even redder, her heart beat rapidly, and her whole body felt as if it was on fire. She held a fan in her right hand and fanned it angrily, "You are indeed eavesdropping... Village leader.

It’s absolutely true.”

After saying this, Wang Yuyan's tense mood and limbs relaxed. She seemed to be discouraged but also had an aftertaste. She stamped her feet with a complex expression, "Anyway, please stop asking, I will never listen to you do this again."

It’s so embarrassing...”

"You girl...I'm just telling you that as long as you get the village master drunk, or you are drunk by the village master, you can achieve what you want. No matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you have alcohol

, it just burns at a moment’s notice.”

"But the village leader is not drunk, I am not drunk, and you are not drunk either.

Not only is this impossible to light, it's also embarrassing.

He also discovered that you were eavesdropping, and I...I...I slept on his back like that all night."

When Wang Yuyan finished speaking, she took a breath and felt like crying and laughing at the same time. Her emotions were surging like a tide and she couldn't calm down.

I kept thinking in my heart, Wang Yuyan, you are crazy, you must be crazy, why are you so shameless?

Murong Qingqing also looked at Wang Yuyan speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

Her intuition told her that something else must have happened yesterday.

Because there was clearly something unusual going on.

But now looking at Wang Yuyan's appearance, it doesn't seem like she was lying.

She suddenly regretted not insisting on listening for too long yesterday because she was afraid that the village leader would settle the score with her. As soon as she thought of this, she suddenly became alert.

What on earth are you worrying about? Why do you want to facilitate these things? Could it be that you have been lonely for too long and you are too busy?

The reason she had been giving herself before was to help Wang Yuyan.

But now she has some regrets.

Because through this incident, she did see the magic and madness of love.

Even Wang Yuyan, a well-educated, reserved and shy lady, could have such an outrageous night as last night.

Even though this was all her encouragement and support, and even some drunkenness, it was still surprising...

Between the ups and downs of thoughts.

Murong Qingqing's eyes darkened.

Jiang Dali's burly body, as strong as a black bear spirit, appeared next to him with an intimidating aura. His face was as heavy as water, and he grabbed her delicate and small ears, almost stretching them into noodles.

"ah!!"

"Surely it's you who is playing tricks? Otherwise, Xiao Wang wouldn't have so many tricks. I think you've been itching lately! Are you actually teasing me?"

"Relax... let go! I know I was wrong."

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know the methods of the leader of this village."

Jiang Dali snorted coldly and stretched out his hand to touch Murong Qingqing's upper body seven times, sealing her acupuncture points.

In an instant, Murong Qingqing couldn't move, her delicate body was stretched tight in the heavy rain, and she was soaked in the rain. She stared at Jiang Dali with depressed and apologetic eyes. All thoughts arose at the moment, and she felt inferior and self-pity in her heart.

Washed by the cold rain, her hair was messy, and jade beads danced between her fair skin and red lips. Her mind became extremely clear, but the figure wearing a hat and a Tsing Yi couldn't help but reappear.

Unknowingly, that figure seemed to gradually overlap with that of the tall and muscular man in front of him.

"Murong Qingqing, what are you thinking about?"

She was shocked.

"Loneliness" is sometimes a kind of enjoyment, but it also reminds people of things they shouldn't think about.

Reason makes people sober, love makes people confused.

"Master of the Village! This, this is not to blame Sister Murong."

Wang Yuyan hurriedly stood up to dissuade him, but when she met Jiang Dali's cold warning eyes, she immediately shut her mouth.

Bitterly looking at Murong Qingqing who couldn't move, she felt helpless and at the same time thought of the "trick" Jiang Dali just said. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and felt hot all over. She just needed to cool off in the rain.

Immediately he gritted his teeth and rushed into the middle of the rain curtain.

"Master, if you want to punish Sister Murong, you will punish me too. Yesterday was also my fault."

Jiang Dali looked at the two girls who were soaked in the heavy rain.

The sound of wind and rain all around rises and falls regularly and rhythmically, making it appear full of vitality.

A feeling of tranquility and beauty emerged from Jiang Dali's heart.

He remembered the last conversation he had with Huanhuan when he left the Yingui Sect.

I remember that at that time, I was in a small pavilion built by the Yingui Sect on the edge of a dangerous cliff, facing the majestic setting sun and the beautiful scenery of tired birds returning to the forest.

Wanwan stood tall and pretty, her big, captivating eyes were dark and bright facing the setting sun, her delicate cheeks were flushed with a healthy blush, and the corners of her eyes tilted upward under her silky willow eyebrows. She sighed and said with a faint smile, "The leader of the village.

, you see, after sunset, the tired birds return to the forest, and the same goes for people. After wandering in the world for a long time, they still have to find a gentle place to rest.

If you can withdraw from the world, Huanwan will live in seclusion here with you for the rest of your life. You will be the only one in your heart, and you will be the only one in your heart. If you don't become a witch who brings trouble to the world, what do you think?"

Jiang Dali pondered for a long time, looking at the vast and endless space outside the mountain and the beautiful Yuandai under the glow, and said: "After the sun sets, it will eventually rise again, and the same is true in life. On the way forward,

When it is not time to stop, we will only rest when the sun sets, rise when the sun rises, and continue the journey.

Huanyuan, I have also been tempted by your proposal. If I take love as the ultimate goal of my life, I will accept it happily without hesitation. Unfortunately...my ultimate goal is not like this."

Huanwan looked back in surprise, her pink lips suddenly smiled with neat white teeth, her eyes were brilliant and she said, "Zhai Master, you have never told me such a what if...even if this what if is just a what if after all, but

Huanyuan is really touched, then... Huanyuan would like to know, what is your ultimate goal, the leader of the village? Huanyuan will definitely help you achieve it."

Jiang Dali laughed loudly, stood with his hands behind his hands and stared at the setting sun, and murmured in a deep voice, "The road to Xiongguan is really like iron. Now I am crossing it from the beginning. The mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood..."

Tick-tock——

A raindrop...

It fell on Jiang Dali's hard and plump forehead.

Splash into water splash.

Jiang Dali flew up to the water from the abyss of memories, suddenly woke up, and took another look at the hazy figures of the two women in the rain.

I just feel that the relationship between the three of them is strange. They are friends, confidants, or nothing at all.

When the number of emotional things increases, people will inevitably be filled with emotions and become tired of the swords and swords of the world, their sharpness will be wiped out, and their pride will no longer exist.

Everything happened so quickly last night that there was no time to think about it.

But he prefers that every moment is a struggle between life and death.

The pride of the rivers and lakes can't stop the cold wash of this torrential rain.

Hot blood flowed into his blood again.

He seemed to hear the sound of the sword energy of Huashan Mountain in the previous life, and he seemed to hear the calls of the "Black Wind" and "Black Wind" brothers on the mountain in this life.

When tens of thousands of eyes fell on him, he put on the cold, sharp and powerful iron nail wrist guards, his black cloak fluttered, and his sword pointed, that was the journey.

"This is me, Jiang Dali, the leader of Black Wind Village!"

Friends should be made with passionate people;
To be continued...