Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

"Wine?" Di Dongqing couldn't believe her ears, "Where did you get the wine in the middle of the night? Otherwise, I'll fetch a ladle of water, and you take a sip and give the medicine first."

Zhao Ji waved his hand to stop him and said, "Hey, although my yard is not big, there is still some wine. Just wait a moment."

He casually put the lancet on the mourning hall, strode into the kitchen, and after a while, he really brought out a jar of wine.

The wine jar had just been dug out of the soil, and the plaster on the surface had formed a thick shell, which presumably had been buried for a long time.Zhao Ji lifted the lid, and the rich aroma of wine overflowed immediately.

Even people who don't know much about wine can smell that this is really a rare old wine.

Zhao Ji used to be from the rivers and lakes, he likes to drink and make friends.Even if the rivers and lakes dried up and declined, even if the Escort Bureau became a goods dealer, his temperament has not changed.

But this time, with good wine in his hands, his eyes were tired: "I secretly kept this wine, and the three younger brothers didn't know about it. I originally wanted to come back from Wuxi and give them a surprise. But now the wine is still full, but the people are scattered."

Having said that, he sighed and shook his head, a sad expression gradually gathered on his tired face.

Di Dongqing finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "What happened between you brothers?"

Zhao Ji didn't answer right away, but turned the wine jar in his hand, and said, "It just so happens that you are three of us, why don't you drink a few cups with me, a ghost who escaped from death, and I'll tell you slowly."

Di Dongqing was surprised.Just now this person was still fighting with his sword, but now he invites them to drink together, he has not recovered from this abrupt change.

Mu Chuan also froze in place, not only was he timid, but he also had a small stomach, and he didn't know how to drink at all.

Only Lu Zhengqiu clapped his hands and said: "Okay, okay, the rest of my life after the catastrophe, I'll make it clear, since Brother Zhao invites me, I'm not welcome."

Zhao Ji finally raised the corners of his mouth, showing a smile, and stuffed the wine jar into Lu Zhengqiu's hands.

Lu Zhengqiu took it unceremoniously, moved to the side of the altar and took a deep breath, showing a look of intoxication.

The reason why rivers and lakes make people nostalgic is that no matter when and where, even on a cold snowy night or in a ghostly mourning hall, you can meet someone who is willing to toast with you.

Zhao Ji looked at Lu Zhengqiu who was also dressed in black, and the burning in his spleen and lungs did not feel so uncomfortable.

The four of them walked into the front hall together, sat down at the only remaining round table, and toasted toast with the white candles in the room.

Drinking with ghosts in the mourning hall is really a wonderful scene.

Because there are no accompanying dishes, the wine tastes more pungent and spicy.When it scratches the throat, it seems that the tip of a knife has been scraped.The ghost himself didn't mind, he poured one cup after another, the bottom of the cup knocked against the table,

He had just taken the elixir, at this moment he was finally full of wine, his luck raised his breath, after a while, he opened his eyes and said: "I really feel a coolness between the spleen and internal organs, little brother, you are really good, you have made a panacea. "

"I dare not take it," Di Dongqing said modestly, "I also learned it from other people's medical records, and I just borrowed flowers to offer Buddha."

He carefully observed Zhao Ji's reaction when he was speaking, and saw that the other party's expression was still the same, it seemed that he did not know anything about Fuyao Qingfeng.So I changed my words and asked, "Have you often felt manic and unbearable recently, with the intention of hurting others?"

Zhao Ji opened his eyes wide, and slapped his rough palm on the table: "Yeah, after escaping from the dead, I was so anxious every night, and I always wanted to kill those three treacherous people to relieve my hatred. But..." His five fingers clenched into fists, "But they are my former brothers after all, I can't do it. I just wandered around like this for a few days, and I planned to do it tonight."

Hearing this, Mu Chuan touched his chest and said with emotion: "Fortunately, fortunately, you didn't kill someone." Apart from being stiff, he showed a little joy, as if he was really thankful for the other party.

Zhao Ji sighed, and said, "I never thought that my sword would kill the dummy. It must be the gods trying to dissuade me."

Di Dongqing pointed to Mu Chuan and said, "It's not the gods who discourage you, it's him."

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands on Mu Chuan's shoulder, and said loudly: "That's right, that's right, in order to repay my kindness, I should also tell you everything about me."

Recalling the past, his expression darkened again, just like the bottom of this wine jar, cloudy and bitter.

He cast his eyes blankly at the mourning hall in the distance, and slowly said: "I have been in the world for so many years, and my ears have already heard the cocoon about the mutual betrayal of friends and brothers, but if it really is my turn, then The taste is still like five thunderbolts. Qian Yijiang, Sun Sheng, and Li Shun and I are sworn brothers, and we are also the eldest brothers. We usually do everything as they please, and rarely care about it. Even so, during this trip to Wuxi, I'm still gradually becoming aware of the vision..."

Di Dongqing asked: "What kind of vision?"

Zhao Jidao: "First I found out that they often meet behind my back in the middle of the night, and after arriving at Wuxi Village, they even made friends with people of various religions. Although Wuxi Village is not big, it is rich in products, and there are often merchants. At first I I didn't care about it. But in the next few days, as you said just now, I gradually felt restless and restless, and I often had violent thoughts. When I adjusted my inner breath, my meridians were obstructed, and my qi and blood were not smooth, as if I was sick. But my My bones have always been strong and I almost never get sick, so I suspect the problem is the food."

When Di Dongqing heard this, he couldn't help but feel cold: "Could it be that he tampered with your meal?"

Zhao Ji nodded reluctantly, and said: "Our daily meals are prepared by Qian Yijiang... I followed his actions and saw him take out a kind of elixir from a small porcelain bottle and grind it into powder , I added some to my bowl. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but I just asked him face to face, and he said that it was a tonic sold by the locals. He saw that I was not in good health recently, so he bought it for me..."

Di Dongqing recalled Qian Yijiang's appearance. That tall, thin, honest, gentle and reasonable person could do such a thing in secret, which really made him shudder.

Qian Yijiang's choice is not unwise. Fuyao Qingfeng is not poisonous, but only affects the operation of people's spiritual energy. Zhao Ji is also a martial artist, and he secretly instilled Fuyao Qingfeng into him. It was his own bad practice, so it was hard to suspect others.

Sure enough, Zhao Ji continued: "As you can see, I have some kung fu foundation. Although I gave up the sword, I didn't give up the practice of inner strength, so I believed him at that time, thinking it was my own negligence, and I didn't doubt him at all. It was not until I met Mr. Shen that I mentioned it, so I realized that I was poisoned by my brother!"

Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth, frowned, and his sullen expression was beyond words.

Mu Chuan, who had been silent all this time, also widened his eyes, and took the initiative to ask: "So you really saw Mr. Shen?"

"Yes." Zhao Ji nodded, and narrated the process of Ding Guojun's stop and interrogation, and said again, "Master Shen is a good man. As soon as I entered the door, he saw my mistake and reminded me that I might have been hit. The insidiousness of the Demon Cult."

Mu Chuan couldn't wait to ask: "Did he say anything else?"

Zhao Jidao: "He asked some things about me by signing and drawing a pledge. After he pointed out the pros and cons, I realized my situation. But at that time, I didn't have any proof, and I didn't want to doubt my brother. Therefore, Mr. Shen It suggested a way out for me that is safe for both.”

Di Dongqing said: "The way to pretend to fall off a cliff?"

Zhao Ji nodded and said: "That's right. I pretended to have a conflict with him, pretended to fall off the cliff at the chosen place, but actually clung to the hanging branches to survive, and then followed my brothers secretly. It will be revealed later.”

Di Dongqing said with emotion: "This is indeed a clever plan that has the best of both worlds."

Zhao Ji smiled bitterly and said: "Thanks to this ingenious plan, I heard their words with my own ears, saw them divide up things with my own eyes, and even the government's compensation was not polite, so I was finally discouraged. Although I am not A real ghost, but his heart is dead, and you all know what happened next..."

His words ended with a sigh, and there was sadness in his slightly tipsy voice.

Di Dongqing also fell silent.He really didn't know what to say, if a heart was already dead, what words could knock it open.

At this time, Lu Zhengqiu raised the wine glass in his hand and knocked it on the edge of the table in front of Zhao Ji: "Brother Zhao, at least we can have another drink with you."

Words cannot comfort, but wine does.