Fu Qingjin, if it weren't for you, how could I drink it?

Who is Fu Qingjin? What did I drink?

Table Tennis!

"Damn it!" Li Qingshan drank all the tea, smashed the teapot on the ground, threw the willow branches aside, and strode towards the ** Tower.

"Fu Qingjin, get out of here!"

Although I forgot who you are!

...

This time, all foundation-building monks are required to participate, but not all.

Hundreds of Schools of Sutra, Painter's Monastery.

After waving all the disciples of all their clothes, Chu Shidao supported himself, got up from the bed, walked to the window, staring at the colorful spring light outside the window, and the rippling waves flashed among the willow branches.

His eyes flashed, and he really didn't want to die!

The origin of practicing for a lifetime is still in the word "longevity". Because there is hope when you are alive, you will have everything in front of you.

He forced himself to turn around, take out the scroll from his arms and slowly unfold it.

The man in the painting is staring at him with his dark eyes, the green skirt and rouge lips, and the strokes of his past, but now it does not look like it.

"Ayan, I'm hungry."

As soon as Master Chu finished speaking, a gust of fragrant wind blew on his face, not the fragrance of powder, but the fragrance of ink.

"I've always stuffed my arms and the paint has dried up."

The woman walked out of the painting, grabbed the scroll from Chu Shidao's hand, and hung it upright on the wall.

It seemed as if he didn't notice the gradually heavy death aura on Chu Shidao's face behind him, and he stroked his skin in the mirror. He didn't ask what he wanted to eat. He walked to the kitchen and a fireworks came in a while, and then smelled the fragrance of the dish.

Chu Shidao sat down with the table, took out a gammond wine pot and placed it on the table without much hesitation. He opened the lid of the pot and poured the golden liquid obtained from Ruxin into the wine pot.

Not much effort. Ayan served the dishes on the table, and Chu Shidao tasted it: "It's salty."

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat it." Ayan said angrily.

The wine was poured into two wine glasses and gently touched them in the hands of the two. They drank them, and they were speechless.

It’s not that I am embarrassed and silent. I have been together for a hundred years and I have said all I have long said. Even if one party wants to say something, he feels that there is no need to speak when he touches his eyes.

"Did you hide something from me?" Ayan looked at Chu Shi with some doubts. Today, there were some obscure things in his eyes that made her unable to see through.

"What can I hide from you?" Chu Shidao smiled and raised his glass again.

In a short while, a pot of wine was drunk.

"This wine is so weird. Why do I feel like I'm drunk?" Ayan held her forehead and her mind was a little dizzy.

"I'm a little drunk too." Chu Shidao smiled slightly, the past was rising like smoke and dust. It drifted away one after another, and there was the only trace of vitality left on him.

With a clang, the cups, plates and plates on the table trembled together. Chu Shidao lay on the table, motionless and passed away suddenly.

With a clang, Ayan stood up and touched the chair: "Hey, you... who are you?"

Before the sadness could spread, it became confused. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to catch anything, I would become smoke and clouds.

The face became hot inexplicably, and she touched her cheeks and was already wet and tears were pouring like a spring.

The spring scenery outside the window is getting more and more romantic.

...

When everyone was attracted by the "moon demon" in the water moon plate, Ruxin was not concerned about the arrival of this terrifying demon and said with concern: "Are you okay!"

Li Qingshan was extremely calm in the confrontation with Fu Qingjin, but Ruxin felt the tension in his heart. This had nothing to do with his delicate thoughts. Li Qingshan's acting skills were flawless.

Is there a heart of harmony? Ruxin sneered at this. What are the benefits of having a heart of harmony with him? At the same time, she couldn't help but feel anxious for him, and suddenly remembered the existence of "forget-water".

Wangshui, she had never drunk it, but just found a few mortals. Under the temptation of a lot of money, no one was interested in his memory. She didn't even expect that there was a part of her body that was worthy of so much money and sold it without hesitation.

The effect seems to be pretty good. Of course, her forgetful water is not as powerful as the legendary Mengpo soup, and can wash away all people's memories, otherwise she would not dare to give it to Li Qingshan for drinking.

The effect is roughly the opposite of meditation. I can remember what I want to remember, but the more I want to remember what I want, the more I forget what I want. When she was refining, she referred to the formula of meditation, selected many medicinal materials with the opposite medicinal properties, and improved it.

It is precisely because of this that we can ensure that the memory of Chu Shidao's painting beauty can be eliminated while ensuring that her spirituality is not lost.

Although the magic beast of Xiezhi is known to be able to distinguish right from wrong, it can only point directly to the original heart and see through lies. If the heart is forgotten, Xiezhi will have no way to distinguish.

"Do you think I'm fine?" Li Qingshan stared at Ruxin, without a trace of strangeness in his eyes.

"Do you still remember me?" Ruxin said in surprise. He should have forgotten what he wants now.

"Even if I forget anyone, I can't forget you!" Li Qingshan shook his head, as if the medicine of Forget Water was fighting desperately, and he wanted to deeply engrave the woman in his eyes in his heart and never forget her forever.

Ruxin's heart thumped, and her cheeks were covered with a faint blush.

"You still owe me a lot of pills!"

But Li Qingshan's next words made Ruxin slightly stunned, with a normal expression, and smiled and said, "Didn't you use the remaining elixir to buy Forget Water?"

"when!?"

"Oh, you forgot."

"Don't you scare me, how could I forget it? Give me some memories, that's the antidote!"

Li Qingshan stretched out his hand and said, although he could not deceive Xie Zhi's magical power, it was not difficult to control his own thoughts and restrain the power of Wangshui under the suppression of the spirit turtle.

However, this time, my mind was always a little confused, so I asked the culprit in front of me for the antidote.

If you have the ability, think about it yourself!"

Li Qingshan was slightly stunned: "Are you angry?"

"Ha?" Ruxin came to her senses, but found that she was a little angry in her heart.

Li Qingshan smiled maliciously and said, "It seems that I want to discuss it with Qiongzhi."

"What to discuss?"

"A man is a real man, with three wives and four concubines, which is actually very ordinary, right?" Li Qingshan smiled. In this regard, his ambition was quite large at the beginning. Thinking about Chu Tian's guy who could even hug him, his request seemed not too much.

When the thoughts come together, they will spread like wild grass, and when they are like the heart, their vision will be a little different.

The two of them always speak in a way of voice transmission. In order to avoid people from noticed something strange, they always look ahead and communicate with each other with their after-light light.

But after hearing this sentence, Ruxin turned her head, smiled sweetly, and used her spiritual energy, and her voice thundered on Li Qingshan's eardrums: "Be your mother's dream of spring and autumn!"

"I won!" Li Qingshan smiled silently, his lips opened and closed, and he deliberately used "say".

When the two get along, they always joke around, and they win by provoking each other's emotions. When this joke is taken seriously, I'm afraid that even Li Qingshan himself can't explain it clearly.

I felt that it was always easy to get along with Ruxin. I just took Wangshui and carried Fu Qingjin's news. Although Ruxin did not study it deeply, I must have known some of his secrets: for example, he had seen Elder Feilong, and even Elder Feilong's Sumeru ring was in his hands.

But he had no worries in his heart, and had a wonderful trust. Seeing Ruxin was frustrated, Li Qingshan smiled and said, "If you want to keep the elixir, just keep it. There is not much left anyway, but a bottle of potion is not enough to make me forget you. You are not Meng Po!"

After hearing Li Qingshan's words, Ruxin suddenly came to her senses, "I'm not Meng Po... It seems that this forgetful water is not very effective for practitioners. Master Chu's side should be fine! I think it's just a painting."

...

"master!"

At the Baijia Scholar Academy, feeling the disappearance of Chu Shidao's breath, the painters and disciples no longer cared about the orders and broke into the monastery. They screamed in shock, and they couldn't help but cry like rain and cried bitterly.

I saw the "master's wife" standing at the dining table at a loss. Although she was crying, she didn't feel much sad and seemed very confused. She was very dissatisfied: "The master is really crazy. How can a painting be worth overturning the hard work of a lifetime?"

No one paid attention to her. A group of people carefully placed Chu Shidao on the bed, covered it with white cloth, carried it to the main hall, waiting for Chu Danqing, his personal disciple to come back to make decisions.

Her hands were stretched alone in the air, but she didn't know what to do. It felt like she was back a hundred years ago when she was just drawn.

painting!

She suddenly turned her head, looked at the blank painting paper on the wall, and looked at the dark red seal in the corner of the painting paper, and looked over and over again with the three words "Shidao Chu".

In the bamboo pavilion, the young man frowned. Although he was very dissatisfied with his "clumsy work", he still printed his seal hard.

That was their first meeting.

Time passed like water, and the memories that were scattered into smoke gathered together again. The first time I talked to him, the first time I cooked vegetables for him, and the first time I quarreled with him, because she deliberately dirtyed his newly painted beauty, and who told him to read it in a fascinating way.

A faint smile appeared in her eyes. After a hundred years, she seemed to have experienced it again. She suddenly laughed, "Why, will you forget?" She cursed again: "Old thing, do this boring thing."

As he spoke and scolded, he walked into the blank drawing paper.

A painter disciple came back to pick up Chu Shidao's clothes and was about to take a shower and change his clothes after Chu Danqing came back, but found that "she" was gone.

Looking around, I saw the scroll on the wall. The beauty was still as beautiful as ever, smiling, but the smile gradually blurred.

The painter's disciple rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting that he had read it wrong.

The beauty in the painting gradually melts, dispersing into rouge and cyan paint, flowing down from the drawing paper.

In a blink of an eye, the colors flowed away, and only a blank piece of painting paper was left. A gust of spring breeze blew through the door, the scroll swayed, leaving only the dark red seals in the corner, which remained the same. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!