Xiu Xian gave birth to a cub

After hanging up the lamp, Chi Qiuyu turned back from the bow of the boat and returned to the canopy.The footsteps are light and slow, and the sleeves are caressing.Warm yellow light diffused from behind him, outlining a circle of golden shadows around his body.

When Chi Qiuyu got up, Jimo also raised his head slightly.Jimo could not take his eyes off this scene.

When Chi Qiuyu sat down at the low table, Jimo couldn't help but think about Chi Qiuyu's real appearance in his heart based on Chi Qiuyu's fake face.

As they got closer, Jimo Wei's eyes became more real.

Being stared at almost infatuatedly, even though Chi Qiuyu had subtly accepted Jimo Wei's direct gaze, he also felt that now it seemed... It made him a little easy to think wildly.

With Jimo Wei's appearance, he was just like the brothers in the school who were in love with the senior sister or the junior sister.However, the person Mr. Mo Du is staring at now is Chi Qiuyu.

In Dongtuzhou, in the early years when this Mr. Mo Du was not yet at the Great Consummation of the Yuanying, there was a rumor that a certain school of Yuanying female cultivators intended to become a Taoist couple with Mr. Modu of the Jimo Mansion, basically every few years. .But every time, the female cultivator was rejected without exception.

Could it be that this Mr. Mo Du likes men?

For a moment, Chi Qiuyu felt something indescribably subtle.

It wasn't because of Tianyuan's blood that he could treat him as a human being and treat him with courtesy. Rao, for hundreds of years, what he wanted was nothing more than a long life...

child interest.

Chi Qiuyu's thoughts suddenly calmed down.

In the capacity of Mr. Mo Du, there are many immortal sect cultivators of the great sect, who often come and go with this one.Regardless of whether Mr. Mo Du likes men or women, the most attractive thing about him is the blood of Tianyuan.Without these, he is a casual cultivator at the alchemy stage, and he is nothing compared to those great sect cultivators.Mr. Mo Du, who can handle even the blood of Tianyuan calmly, how attractive is Chi Qiuyu?

Mr. Mo Du, who seems to speak provocatively, is probably just a habit.It was explained at the beginning that such fixed eyes are for finding the opportunity to transform the gods.

What's more, he himself worked hard to collect the materials of Yunyang Pill, in order to have a long life.

No matter what Mr. Mo Du is, he should not forget his original intention.

Thinking of this, Chi Qiuyu calmed down and asked jokingly: "Could it be that sir, because of this green plum, I thought of the person I love?"

When he asked the words, Chi Qiuyu was stunned for a while.What is he asking?

Mr. Mo Du is generous to him, but it doesn't mean that he can really be presumptuous enough to pry into such private matters.

Jimo was almost suffocated by Chi Qiuyu's words.

Just admit that you like Dan Sheng?Is it too abrupt?Will it scare him?

Now, even he is a little scared!

It would definitely scare Dan Sheng who was already a little afraid of him.

Bear with it!

hold on!

……

It took a lot of effort to restrain Jimo Wei, but he didn't realize that a long time had passed.

Seeing that Jimo Wei didn't answer, Chi Qiuyu was a little embarrassed.

The silence in the black-padded boat was somewhat dull, so Chi Qiuyu simply stopped asking.Or rather, shouldn't have asked.

so what?so what?

He came here for meditation, but Chi Qiuyu felt that his mood was even more chaotic now.

After settling down, Chi Qiuyu took out the spiritual stove and matching wine utensils used for cooking wine from the Qiankun sleeve, placed the spirit stone in the stove, took a few green plums and put them into the pot, filled the pot with seven Distinguish sake.

Put the pot on the spiritual stove, watch the dharma patterns on the spiritual stove light up, and wait for a trace of heat to emerge from the spiritual stove.

Chi Qiuyu did every movement meticulously.It seems that he wants to gather his scattered thoughts from Jimo Wei to the set of drinking utensils in front of him.

After Chi Qiuyu finished these, Mr. Mo Du remained silent.

It's time to cook wine with green plums and talk about old things lightly.

But now, those old things don't seem to be right... In fact, he has no choice. He promised to tell Mr. Mo Du about these old things.

Chi Qiuyu was silent, and moved the green plum fruit basket on the side of the table to his hand.He took out the water-cleaning glazed altar that he had used in the early years and put it beside him, lifted the lid of the altar and put it on the low table, and then took out the bone knife.

Chi Qiuyu twirled a washed plum, gathered fire energy in his hands to roast the plum until soft, cut the plum obliquely along the golden fruit patterns that were naturally formed on the Tianzhuang plum, and cut five swirling patterns, and then the knife peak slightly Picking, the fruit core rolls out of the swirls, jingling, and falls onto the transparent glazed altar cover.

It wasn't until the "ding dong" sound of the fruit stones falling onto the plate that Jimo came back to his senses.

Jimo raised his eyelids slightly, and saw the plum that had lost its core. Chi Qiuyu's thumb and middle finger pinched it, and then they touched each other end to end, turning into a five-petal blue plum blossom.

The cut fruit pattern of Tianzhuangmei is the origin of Tianzhuangmei's name.Cut it at this time, just to decorate the edge of the plum petal.Let this plum fruit look extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.

What attracted Jimo Wei's attention more than Meizi was Chi Qiuyu's fingertips, which were slightly exerting force.Sometimes it is light white, sometimes it is pink, and it is set off by the fluffy blue plums, which is very cute...and a little tempting.

The plums are roasted by the fire spirit, and then cut open by the bone knife.The rich aroma of plum fruit immediately filled the boat canopy.

Cooperating with the aroma of the wine brewed by the spiritual furnace, Jimo felt slightly hungry.

Eaters, when the color, flavor and taste.Now, he can only taste the freshness of color and the mellow fragrance.

Chi Qiuyu picked out the core of the fruit and squeezed it lightly. A little plum juice would seep out of the ripened plum fruit and stain Chi Qiuyu's fingertips.After a few times, a layer of plum juice condensed on the fingertips, as if it was about to drip.

Jimo Wei finally couldn't hold back and said, "Dan Sheng."

Chi Qiuyu's bone knife trembled.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jimo quickly tore away Chi Qiuyu's hand holding Meizi.

The bone knife that almost cut into Chi Qiuyu's finger brought a ray of precious light on Jimo Wei's sleeve.

"It's dangerous." Jimo's eyes were dark and his words were like a sigh.

Chi Qiuyu wanted to say, it's not you, sir... The next moment, even the thoughts in his mind were interrupted by Jimo Wei's movements.

The drop of plum juice is about to fall, and it is close in front of my eyes.Jimo couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned over, protruding the tip of his tongue slightly, and rolled the plum juice between his lips.

! ! ! !

Chi Qiuyu's body trembled, and the low table was affected, and the spirit stove and wine vessel on the table jingled softly.

Chi Qiuyu's thoughts were blank for a moment, and in the next breath, he withdrew his hand violently.After another breath, the whole person has already rushed out of the boat canopy.

For a while, inside and outside the Wupeng boat, there was so much silence that only the sound of drinking wine from the spirit stove and the sound of running water under the well-miser lake could be heard.

Jimo Wei didn't know how he did such a thing.

After a while, Jimo Wei heard Chi Qiuyu's voice, which came from outside the canopy: "Sir, I... have been on the fairy road for more than [-] years, and I can't ask for it... to dispel yin and nourish yang, and to prolong the child's breath. The nine generations of the Chi family are single , my father's last wish in his life, I can't...I can't live up to it."

Chi Qiuyu didn't know whether he was speaking to Jimo Wei or himself.

The taste of plum juice spread between Jimo Wei's lips and teeth at this moment.

astringent!

Still slightly bitter.

Green plums in this season should indeed taste like this.

It's a pity that this green plum can exude such a deceptively rich fruity fragrance.

Jimo Wei didn't know whether to blame the good fortune, or to blame himself for not being able to restrain himself.

Outside the canopy, the man knelt and sat on the bow of the boat, his shoulders slightly shrunk.

The warm yellow light was still there, but the figure at the bow of the boat showed a sense of loneliness, as if he had been bullied by him.

After a while, the plum wine that was warming on the spiritual stove was actually boiled.While the lid of the pot was "pulu", there was a "jingle" knocking sound from the wine vessel.

Jimo looked slightly at the wine stove filled with white steam, and said: "The wine is open."

After finishing speaking, I saw the figure at the head of the boat trembling as if shocked, then stood up and walked in with bowed head.

Jimo frowned slightly, his dark black body was only suitable for Chi Qiuyu's relaxed appearance before.

Chi Qiuyu knelt down in front of the low table obediently, cleaned the altar cover on the table, then twisted the spirit pot on the low table, and poured wine into the empty cup in front of Jimo Wei.

In the clear clear glass, the sake has been brewed with plums to a brown color.

When the cup is seven points full, Chi Qiuyu lifts the pot.He filled the cup in front of him with another three points.

This is the respect at the wine ceremony, but it aroused Jimo Wei's displeasure.

Before Chi Qiuyu toasted, did Jimo Wei open his mouth, with a conciliatory tone, and said with a soft smile: "I want to taste the green plum, but I'm too lazy to do it myself, but it seems... that it scares you?"

This lie is naturally clumsy, and Jimo Wei himself feels that he can't be fooled.

However, it doesn't matter.As long as the person who wants to be deceived is willing to be deceived, it is not a problem.

Chi Qiuyu breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to go beyond the bounds.Responding: "Don't blame Xian... don't blame Mr. Mo Du, it's me who made a big fuss."

In this way, Chi Qiuyu raised his glass, his face regained his calm.He even smiled at Jimo and said, "Inviting seniors here is to taste this plum wine. Why don't we taste the plum wine first?"

The deliberate title and the submissive gesture made Jimo Wei feel almost evil.

This little Tianyuan is only in the period of alchemy.If he is really pressured by his senior status, there are many things he can do in this well lost lake and on a black awning boat.

And after that?

About the same as before, the taste of green plums he tasted, astringent and slightly bitter.

That's not the taste he wanted.

Jimo Wei picked up the wine cup in front of him with one hand, slightly raised the cup towards Chi Qiuyu, then brought the small cup to his lips, and drank it down in one gulp.

The slightly hot wine rolls over the tongue, the taste is mellow and soft, the aftertaste is sweet, and the cheeks and teeth are fragrant.

A cup of hot wine was poured into the throat, and the warm spiritual energy quickly penetrated into the body from the internal organs.

On Jingmi Lake, the lingering coldness surrounding Jimo Wei was immediately dispelled.

The taste of plum wine was better than Jimo Wei had expected.As a result, his displeasure towards Chi Qiuyu was dispelled a lot.

Sticking to the wine glass, Jimo Wei squinted his eyes after savoring the soft and sweet fruity taste in his mouth.

He glanced at the green plum leaning against the fruit basket on the side of the table, and realized something.

When the ancients made wine, they still knew that "the empty mulberry leaves can be stored for a long time, and the fragrance will be stored for a long time". What is he anxious about?

He came so suddenly, and he liked it so much that he was at a loss what to do, let alone Dan Sheng?