The changing hands of the emperor of the wine doctor

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The moment the formation was broken, Baili Qingqian smelled a familiar scent of ink.Looking around, I am amazed.

The whole bamboo forest is like a world of calligraphy and painting!

Whether it's a stone table, a grass field, a wooden chair, or beside a tall bamboo, there are pictures floating one after another.The ink on the top is not yet dry, but the light lines, rhyme and ink become silk, outlining beautiful scenery after scene.

The scenery can change thousands of times, but the only constant in that painting is his smile.

Liu Changge was dumbfounded. Could it be Qingqian's father that was painted in this painting?

Baili Qingqian shuttled through the fog and also through the scroll.Finally, in the depths of the bamboo forest, I saw the figure of my mother.

The father was lying peacefully in the arms of the mother, with the front of his clothes open, revealing his snow-white and strong chest muscles.The welts on the skin are already shallow, which is caused by the mother's careful conditioning.The father's soft hair was spread on the mother's lap, as if he was having a sweet dream, and there was a happy smile on his brows, eyes and lips.

This smile is too familiar, but also nostalgic...

Feng Wuzi looked dotingly at Bailimo in his arms, and carefully stroked the smile on his lips.She wanted to keep his smile forever so that he would no longer be sad.

Without looking up, she said, "Mother has been waiting for too long."

This was the moment when Qingqian's family of three reunited, and Liu Changge tactfully retreated.

Baili Qingqian stepped forward and handed the bamboo slips to Feng Wuzi.

Feng Wuzi looked surprised, she stared at the bamboo slips and asked, "This is..."

Baili Qingqian said: "Don't you remember the scriptures you wrote by yourself?"

Feng Wuzi frowned in thought, the scriptures? She didn't seem to remember.

It's not that simple.

When Baili Qingqian mentioned the painting in the calligraphy, Feng Wuzi was dumbfounded, "So it was that scripture, I wrote it at the beginning. However, I carved it on the mountain wall with a golden hook on a whim. How? It will appear on the bamboo slips."

Baili Qingqian asked: "Does the mother know something called Eight-headed Shura?"

Feng Wuzi asked in surprise, "How do you know the eight-headed Shura?"

Baili Qingqian told her mother the reason why she hypnotized her father. Feng Wuzi turned pale in shock, hugged her husband and sighed distressedly: "It turns out that all of this is because of me!"

The eight-headed Shura was originally an extremely vicious beast.If it wasn't for...she would never have been able to draw anyway!

"Do you know what the most vicious thing in the world is?"

"Ghost?"

"Wrong. It's Shura."

"boring!"

"Let's make a bet, if you can draw the most evil murderer, I will go to Wine Soul and ask for the best wine for you! If you can't draw it, you can promise me one condition."

Feng Wuzi knew that Jiuhun was Fu Yuanqing's good friend, and the Zuishengmengshi brewed by Jiuhun was the purest and most beautiful wine in the world.If you can take a sip, it will really be a dream come true, and you will feel like dying.

Of course Feng Wuzi wanted to drink such a wonderful wine, so she gambled.

Later, Fu Yuanqing didn't know what the Shura she painted looked like, because when she finished carving the eight-headed Shura, she met Bailimo.

This bet was delayed, maybe Fu Yuanqing had forgotten it.She didn't get drunk in the end, and now she wants to drink, and she can.But I'm not in the mood to try it again.

It turned out that the eight-headed Shura was actually drawn by my mother!

The confusion in Baili Qingqian's heart was resolved, but the color of the blue lotus in front of him became paler and paler, and it was approaching withered yellow.

Feng Wuzi said in shock: "Quick, save your father!"

Really can't hesitate any longer, Baili Qing held Canglian in her hand, and catalyzed it with her internal force...

The forest was shrouded in mist, and Liu Changge couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, so he had to drink tea at the table.The halo in the afternoon is too dazzling, and the wisps of light travel through the bamboo leaves, and the veins of each bamboo leaf can be seen.so clear.

But gradually, another light and shadow appeared in her vision.That's one person.

He came here at dusk, dressed in a gray robe, with an enchanting face.Is he male or female?

Before Liu Changge could ask, the man raised his hand lightly, Changge tilted his head and fell into a dream.

This cup of tea is already cold. Herbal tea can sometimes make people wake up, and sometimes it is also a good medicine to lull people to sleep.

He woke up from his daze, as if he saw a familiar figure, so he called: "Feng'er..."

Although he called out, he still couldn't wake up.

I feel a coolness in the acupoints all over my body, and the air current is swimming around me quickly.There is an extremely dark place in his mind, and there is a voice there, which is a curse that he can't get rid of in his life.

This cool air broke through many obstacles and came here. He suddenly guarded against it, but heard a soft voice: "Don't you want our family to be reunited? Don't resist..."

Baili Qingqian was sweating profusely, looking at her father's back that was washed like water, her palm prints had been deeply imprinted on his skin.The blood-red palm prints indicated that the toxins dispersed in the father's body had been gathered together.Victory or defeat is here!

Feng Wuzi's eyes were fixed, and she took a step suddenly, facing the sudden strong wind.

Both of them were dressed in gray clothes, and their appearance was very similar.

If it weren't for this person's flat chest, Feng Wuzi would have wondered if she still had a twin sister.

Because this person is so much like her!

This is the critical moment for the husband to wake up, and there must be no mistakes.

Feng Wuzi took two steps forward, curled her hair with plain fingers, stared at the man's face and sighed: "What a beautiful face. Who are you?"

His eyes are a little empty, maybe his life is empty.Empty.In the past 20 years, his life is worse than death, and he has always been a stand-in.

He wants to see today what kind of person he is replacing.Now he saw that this proud woman was Nan Wang's favorite.

However, what he has to do today is to destroy this face with his own hands! Not his own face, but this woman's face.Because he was struggling with infinite pain, he finally stopped struggling because he fell in love with Namwang.

Under the torment of Nan Wang's domineering and tender feelings, he fell in love with this feeling.He knew he was mean, but he just couldn't control it.Because love is as deep as hate is.

"My name is Feng'er." He said his name with a painful expression.

Feng Wuzi was stunned for a moment, then murmured "Feng'er", Feng'er who looks like her...?

Then she woke up with a start.What a Fu Yuanqing! After so many years, you actually...

☆、Chapter 41

The situation at this moment seems to be unable to tolerate Feng Wuzi's distraction.Because this person's martial arts is very high, he can break through the formation and enter here quietly, which shows that he also understands the art of the five elements.

He naturally understands the art of the five elements, because it was taught by Nanwang.Nan Wang was kind to him, and it was precisely because of this that he was so devoted to Nan Wang, but he also hated him to the bone.In the end, love dies.

Feng'er stared at Feng Wuzi's face, his eyes were full of sadness, and he said: "If this beautiful face grows on my face, your heart grows in my chest. I don't know if Nanwang will Do you have any pity for me?"

Fu Yuanqing didn't know if he felt pity for him, but Feng Wuzi didn't seem to be a pity person.She seemed to turn into a gust of wind in an instant, the wind in the painting.She can draw a landscape, and she can naturally control the direction of everyone, things and things in the landscape.

His nose was filled with a strong smell of ink, and the center of his eyes seemed to be covered by a kind of pure black.In the mist, he couldn't see her face or figure clearly.Baili Qingqian seemed to have disappeared too, disappearing from his eyes.

But all he thought about was one person.It's Fu Yuanqing!

He wanted to kill Feng Wuzi and be forever in Fu Yuanqing's heart.

Fu Yuanqing actually appeared, wearing a simple and elegant robe, standing in the wind and moon, waving to him. "Come here, Feng'er, I'll take you to see the sunrise."