Chapter 94: you are drunk
Huo Xingchao lived in the bamboo forest for more than two months.
Living there, he felt that this bamboo forest was called "Immortal Forest", and there was some truth to it.
There are mountains, water, and scenery, and there are beauties who undress for tea and water.
is a good place.
About half a month later, he can get out of bed and move around.
Magpie Mountain was peaceful. Even if there were occasional patients who entered the mountain, they never dared to open their mouths easily.
Huo Xingchao understood them.
After all, the feeling of darkness in front of you and your whole body being unable to move and being at the mercy of others is really uncomfortable.
The three rules of Magpie Mountain Bamboo Forest.
- No medical expenses.
- Don't talk too much.
- Pick people only by heart.
And these three rules, on Huo Xingchao's body, were completely broken.
He himself didn't react much. After all, he had done all the bad rules for so many years, and he had already gotten used to it.
The bamboo forest boy was very curious about him.
After all, the forest has been clean for so many years, and he is the only person other than Lin Jingjian who has stayed here for so long.
And the longer he stayed, Xiaotong felt that he was more powerful than brother Jingjian.
"Master, look, this is the dragonfly that Brother Xingchao gave me!"
The child stumbled towards Cheng Zhiyi, holding a small dragonfly folded from branches and leaves in his hand. The turquoise body was so vivid that it looked like the real thing.
"He can also fold rabbits, and he can fold small boxes. He plays the piano better than Brother Jingjian."
Cheng Zhiyi was dispensing medicine. Hearing this, she glanced at the animal in her hand, but she didn't have a big reaction.
"Um."
The little girl was unrelenting, walked around in front of her, squatted down and looked up at her, her tone was very sincere,
"Master, let's not go to see brother Jingjian, shall we?"
"If Qiyu doesn't want to leave the forest, I'll ask Mrs. Mo to take care of you, so you can stay in the forest and wait for us to come back."
Qiyu pursed his lips and squatted on the ground, feeling a little wronged,
"Why do you have to go to see brother Jingjian? Brother Xingchao is better-looking and better than him. Master, can you marry someone else?"
"Brother Jingjian said that he would definitely come back in half a year, but it's been a birthday since I was born, and he hasn't come back yet. Master, he's lying."
Cheng Ruyi's movement of dispensing the medicine paused slightly, and then lowered her eyes, her tone was light,
"No matter what, when I see someone, I will naturally know."
"That brother Xingchao is better than him, why don't you marry him?"
"Seven fishermen."
She turned around and patted the little tug on her head, "If one day, someone better-looking than me, better than me, better than me to you, would like to accept you as a disciple, would you like to? Leave the master and go with him?"
"I don't want to!"
The little girl's voice was clear, "I just want the master!"
Cheng Zhiyi smiled lightly, "That's it."
"Qiyu, in this world, many things have to come first."
......
"What is first come first served?"
The little girl squatted by the bamboo forest, frowning, confused, "Master looks so sad."
The man was leaning on the bamboo, wearing a black robe and holding a long sword in his hand, wiping it carelessly,
"Your master is trying to deceive you."
He walked lazily to the girl's side, spread out his palm, a new bamboo leaf dragonfly appeared,
"Can you change it?"
"Change what?"
"Change the one in your hand."
Qiyu looked at the delicate and beautiful palm in his palm, and then looked at the dirty one that was being played with, and immediately nodded happily,
"Change!"
But when she reached out to take it, Huo Xingchao raised his eyebrows, slowly retracted his palms, and asked her,
"Why do you want to change?"
"Because my brother's is good-looking...mine is not good-looking."
"yes."
The man hooked his lips with a smile, put the dragonfly in her hand, then picked up the one that she had picked up, threw it away, and buried it in the dirty soil.
"Qiyu, bad things should be thrown away in time and replaced with better ones."
"It's the stupidest thing to do like your master. You must never learn from her."
......
Four-year-old Qiyu had a big question in his heart for the first time.
She felt that what the master said was right, and what brother Xingchao said was also right.
But why are there different answers for the same thing?
- The thoughts of adults are really difficult to understand.
In fact, Huo Xingchao lived in the bamboo forest for more than two months.
It's a little bit reluctant.
clean. Very clean.
Qiyu is childish and cute. Cheng Zhiyi doesn't speak much, but he always hits the nail on the head.
As long as you talk about something, you don't need to mention it at all.
Master Huo has no views on right and wrong in his life, and he has no special preferences. No matter how simple he eats, no matter how rough the clothes are, he can accept it lightly.
The only - the least like to communicate with idiots.
Too wasteful.
Cheng Zhiyi's intelligence suits him very well.
He leaned against the door of the bamboo house, holding a bowl of dark medicine in his hand, looked down at the girl in white grinding the medicine, chuckled and shook his head,
"Miss Cheng is fine."
Then stop there.
After a long time, Cheng Zhiyi raised his head and glanced at him, with a faint question in his eyes.
The man was dressed in a large robe, with bright eyebrows, a trace of regret on his lips, and sighed,
"Just an idiot with a slightly inferior vision."
Well, not ordinary people.
Still an idiot.
What he said was a little rude, but he was very sincere.
Cheng Zhiyi looked at him.
After empty mountains and new rain, the weather is late to autumn.
The moonlight was like water, pouring down on the stone steps and his robes, half-dark and half-dark, with a handsome face, wanton brows and eyes, and a little concoction on his pale lips, which became more and more confusing.
In this situation, he looks like an unrestrained celebrity in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
She suddenly thought of what Qiyu said.
In fact, if you think about it seriously, Huo Xingchao is indeed more romantic than Lin Jingjian.
If Lin Jingjian is an upright and sharp swordsman, Qing Lingling is like this bamboo forest, which makes people trust and approach.
That Huo Xingchao was a reckless prodigal son, with a graceful appearance, raised eyebrows and chuckled with a touch of glamour, but he didn't look like a girl, and he was scorchingly delusional.
If she met Huo Xingchao first, she might fall into a fiery and lingering love.
Compared to Lin Jingjian, he was more dangerous and sharper.
But it is also more likely to make people unable to help themselves fall into it, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.
Unfortunately, everything comes first.
Feelings fall in love, and I can't control it at all.
......
Cheng Zhiyi lowered his eyes and asked him,
"When do we leave?"
Huo Xingchao had been living here for more than two months, and the poison in his body had already cleared up.
It's just recovering now.
He lived comfortably, but in fact he didn't want to go back to Chentianmen, where he was busy with business and stupid people below.
But Cheng Zhiyi couldn't bear it anymore and insisted on going to Lin Jingjian. He packed his things early and set off down the mountain as soon as Huo Xingchao finished detoxification.
—And outside the bamboo forest, three large-scale pigeon flocks have been released.
Each time is more than once, and each time is longer.
- Master, please return to teaching.
- Master, come back.
- Leader, please come out and see me!
The Demon Sect leader frowned and looked at the group of stupid pigeons in the sky.
Qiyu carried his small luggage on his back, and took a last look at this bamboo forest, feeling a little melancholy.
"Master, can we come back?"
"can."
Before Cheng Zhiyi could answer, Huo Xingchao spoke lazily, his tone was casual and not restrained at all.
"Don't worry, your master, she and Lin Jingjian are not destined to marry."
Qiyu looked at his master, leaned beside him, and whispered,
"Actually, I think so too."
"Jingjian brother is not as beautiful as you are."
He pursed his lips and curved into a playful smile.
"Actually, there is a person in this world who is prettier than me."
"who's that?"
"The leader of Chentianmen. It is said that he is good-looking and dim, and people who see him will fall in love with him instantly."
"...But, but he eats people."
"It depends on the mood. He still doesn't eat sometimes."
"When will you stop eating?"
"I guess it's a disease, ask your master to heal him, maybe he won't eat people."
"Then... what if Master can't cure him well and he wants to eat my Master?"
"Then there's no way."
The man raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were wanton, his smile was lazy,
"Life or death is a matter of life. He looks so good-looking. Maybe at that time, your master will be eaten by him willingly."
Qiyu suddenly panicked and grabbed Cheng Zhiyi's clothes.
"Master, no matter how good-looking it is, you must not be deceived by him."
Cheng Zhiyi glanced at Huo Xingchao lightly.
"The skin will eventually become a handful of loess. The more people in the world, the more they talk, the faster they die."
The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her casually
"No matter how much words are spoken, only human words are spoken by people. Lin Jing sees a lot of words. Guess what kind of dog words he barks?"
"......"