Since Wu Yonglin and others moved to the mountains, Tongban and Jinzi have moved back to the prostitute village. Every day, she will see two guys in her attic who shouldn't have come here.

Du Qingyuan never walked in through the main entrance, and climbing over the wall into the room became the most at ease that this guy who claimed to be the authentic Taoist sect did. Every day, he sent some herbs to the man he originally brought, and by the way he wanted to get some news from the copper plate.

"Why that guy is doing something in the mountains, are you not curious at all?" Before leaving, Du Qingyuan finally raised the questions that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

"I have a door here, and you have climbed over the wall. There are no doors or walls in the mountains. You don't dare to go for a try. Why is that?"

"The old Taoist has a wall in his heart now. I try to get closer to them. As long as I hear a crackling sound of thunder, I will no longer have the courage to keep getting closer."

"I didn't expect that there are people and things in the world that you, Du Qingyuan, are afraid of."

"Wu Yonglin has now become my inner demon, a devil who always tortures me in his heart."

"If you have that leisure mind, you might as well go to Taohua Inn to meet the woman who has been waiting for you for so many years. Look at them, they live more freely than anyone else, and it seems like they have changed their lifestyle."

It would be fine if Tongban didn't mention this, but as long as he mentioned this, he would feel unreasonable loss. After Wu Yonglin and his group ran to the mountains to be savages, he visited Du Wenjun once, and of course he was climbing the wall. When he saw Du Wenjun, he suddenly realized that he didn't know the young junior sister in front of him.

Du Wenjun, who was dressed as a Taoist nun, got a blue-bottomed gauze skirt from somewhere. The Taoist hairpin on her head was thrown aside by her spitting. The white and black hair draped on her shoulders had a special beauty. There was a pot of fragrant jasmine tea in front of them. When a faint fragrance came over, Du Qingyuan was so surprised that he couldn't speak at everything in front of him.

The valuable hairpin was given to her by Du Qingyuan at that time. She seemed to have never pulled it off her head over the years. Even on the naked rock that time, it was in its position. But this time, the owner of the hairpin seemed to have forgotten it.

"Senior brother, for a hurry, I only have these jasmine tea here to serve guests. I hope my senior brother will give in." After Du Wenjun said that, he pushed a bowl of jasmine tea that had just been brewed to Du Qingyuan.

Du Qingyuan is not a good person, but prefers to drink tea. Dali Dianhong tea is his favorite. However, the first batch of the best quality Dianhong Kung Fu teas every year are either sent to the Dali Palace or to the Gao family's Prime Minister's Mansion. He relies on his skill and courage to go to the Dali Palace or the Prime Minister's Mansion to take advantage of his talent and courage. He often goes to the Dali Palace or the Prime Minister's Mansion to take advantage of the new teas on the market. The habit of climbing the wall was developed at that time. When there is really no top-quality tribute Dianhong Kung Fu tea, he will substitute the second-class Dianhong Broken Tea instead. He will not drink any other teas.

Du Qingyuan remembered a familiar scene before. Every time she visited Du Wenjun's house, she always brought her a bowl of Dianhong Kung Fu tea that made her feel refreshed and moisturized. Du Qingyuan once asked about the origin of these teas like Du Wenjun. Du Wenjun only said that he had a good relationship with a Dianhong tea farmer, so he asked for some from there.

Since helping Gao, before the new Yunnan Black Tea is launched, he will always ask about the tea farmer he met at Du Wenjun's house, hoping to help his former junior sister who has enjoyed the desire for verbalism for so many years.

"Who dares to sell these Dianhong Kung Fu tea to outsiders? This is a brain-losing thing. I remembered one thing. As long as the tea is tribute, a little girl will always come to the mountain to pick tea. I only said one out of a thousand, and she stayed here for a whole month. Every day, she was the first to go to the mountain with a basket on her back, regardless of wind or rain." After a tea farmer said this, Du Qingyuan understood what happened back then.

Du Qingyuan looked at the petals floating in the bowl, and endured a word that he felt embarrassed. He endured a long time after saying something that was so shameful to his ears. He spit out of his mouth: "Junior sister, you know, me."

"I once wished to hand over everything to the other party, as if others were not grateful, and thought it was taken for granted. Now I found that I was really stupid at the beginning. Not only did I not get any favor from this person, but I was hurt again and again. I have wasted so many years on that person. I decided to live for myself in the future." After Du Wenjun said that, he sent the bowl of fragrant tea to his mouth in an extremely beautiful posture, and took all this into his eyes. Du Qingyuan's original complicated heart became even more noisy. He wanted to drag his steps away from the familiar and strange junior sister in front of him, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead and could not step out. He was afraid that leaving here, the love between the two might be broken from this moment.

Du Wenjun, who put the tea bowl back on the table, looked at Du Qingyuan who was in a daze, felt a little thrust, adjusted his tone, and said calmly: "I believe it or not Wu Yonglin is Zhou Tong's closed disciple. As for whether you believe it or not, you have to ask your heart. You have seen his ability. You and I don't think you can do that in that scene at that time. Whether he is Zhou Tong's disciple, if you want to live a few more years, I think you'd better not mess with him with such a person."

"Do you just let him repeat everything about Tubo in Dali? I can't do it, I can't do it."

"I have said that, senior brother must take care of himself in the future. If there is nothing particularly important in the future, I hope senior brother will not disturb me from practicing me. Even if I want to come, I hope you will come in from the front door openly. If the gentleman on Liang is spreading, he will be ridiculed by the people in the martial arts world."

Du Qingyuan didn't know how he got out of the inn, but he suddenly realized that the world was so big that he had nowhere to go home.

Just now, the junior sister was thin and not exposed. Gu Pan Shenfei's demeanor was like a seal and a poke in his mind that could never be lingered, but this shadow was cold and lifeless. Compared to the vague impression left in his memory, he found that he seemed to have lost her forever.

Fengsheng Bamboo Garden, the moon is on the banana window, Du Qingyuan turned around and looked at the mottled figure that was revealed from the window frame that looked like a full moon. He pulled out the soft sword from his waist and practiced his most proud "Drunk Immortal Sword". Wherever the sword edge went, the bamboo leaves fell down, but there seemed to be traces of blood on the bamboo leaves.

After a "puff" sound, the anger gathered in the chest sprayed onto the bamboo leaves that had already fallen along with the blood in the mouth.

The moment Du Wenjun's window opened, Du Qingyuan flew up, lit a kick on the wall, and disappeared into the night.
Chapter completed!