nowhere to go

How to use and the conditions of the surgery.It's just that people who can reach this level must have a certain talent for comprehending the curse seal, and without hundreds of years of experience, it is absolutely impossible to understand Buguilian, let alone change it. "

Gu Hengxi frowned, and asked: "Mother-in-law may see what is the use of this curse seal?"

Granny Huo Yi lowered her head, thought for a while, and said, "Yes, but I need some time to verify the thoughts in my heart."

Gu Hengxi heard the words and said: "Then there will be Granny Lao."

Huo Yi's mother-in-law saluted and said: "The palace master is very polite."

After Gu Hengxi bid farewell to Granny Huo Yi, he took out the jade pendant and turned it into a mirror. After engraving a few words on the mirror and passing it to Gu Shuangchi, he returned to the palace and continued to wait.

On the other end, Gu Shuang received the message late, opened it and took a look, seeing that Gu Hengxi told him to wait patiently, he couldn't help sighing, put away the jade pendant, and looked at Wei Yin.

Fan Yuan also happened to raise his head to look at Gu Shuangchi, seeing him looking at him, he smiled at him, turned his head and continued talking with Yan Qinghong.

He actually couldn't understand why Gu Shuangchi saw something wrong, but Yan Qinghong didn't seem to notice it at all, he wouldn't say that he was pretending too much, so Yan Qinghong didn't notice it at all.

However, Yan Qinghong really didn't notice it at all. On the contrary, he was very happy, because in his memory, Jiang Weiyin was indeed not very different from the present, and even if there was a difference, it can be understood that it was caused by this life.

Fan Yuan only had three words to say about this.

idiot.

Big idiot.

A hopelessly stupid idiot.

If Yan Qinghong really can't figure out what kind of existence Wei Yin is, then it's really better to kill Wei Yin and let himself continue to live for Wei Yin.

But now he is soft-hearted after all, if he doesn't do something, he is afraid that he will have regrets.

Fan Yuan looked at Weiyin's already transparent soul, and after thinking for a moment, he looked at Yan Qinghong and said, "Senior brother Qinghong, I remembered that I secretly brewed two jars of wine before, and I buried you The yard I used to live in is underground, and it’s been there for hundreds of years, so I want to dig it up and have a look.”

Yan Qinghong was slightly taken aback, and looked at Wei Yin with some embarrassment.

Fan Yuan looked at Yan Qinghong's expression, and asked with a smile after a while: "Did you dig it out and drink it?"

Yan Qinghong nodded lightly, and replied: "Yes."

Fan Yuan thought to himself, that's a good feeling, so he asked again: "Is it good?"

Yan Qinghong thought for a while and replied: "Yeah." After a while, he looked at Wei Yin's expression and asked: "What do you want?"

Fan Yuan smiled and said: "I finally brewed those two jars secretly, and you drank them all, so naturally you will pay for it."

Yan Qinghong looked at him and said, "It's just two jars of rice wine, how do you want me to pay for it?"

Fan Yuan said: "You look down on rice wine?"

Yan Qinghong weighed it up and said, "No."

Fan Yuan raised his eyebrows and said: "You drank it all, but I didn't touch a drop. I just sniffed the small jar I bought in Xizhou Mansion last time, and it was still there."

Yan Qinghong suddenly remembered what happened that time, the jar of white pear wine was indeed placed in the inn, but was not brought back.

just.

Yan Qinghong looked at him and said, "Could it be that you...?"

"No?" Fan Yuan frowned and asked.

Yan Qinghong looked elsewhere and replied: "It is clearly written in the school rules that disciples are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Fan Yuan sneered, and said: "Oh... Who told me that the house rules are set by him, he has the final say..."

Yan Qinghong looked down at the floor in embarrassment, raised his head after a while, and said, "Actually, I brewed some and buried it in my yard."

Fan Yuan looked at Yan Qinghong suspiciously, and said, "You know how to make wine? Yes." In fact, it would be better if Yan Qinghong said to go out and buy some, then he can still ask to go together, but there is no need for wine. That's fine, he doesn't force anything else.

Yan Qinghong looked at Wei Yin, and replied: "See what you learned."

Fan Yuan was stunned for a while, and thought, Yan Qinghong is very affectionate.

At night, Fan Yuan quietly followed Yan Qinghong to dig wine in the yard.

During the years when he was injured, Que Xian didn't let him drink any alcohol, so he hasn't smelled alcohol for many years.

Yan Qinghong turned around and asked, "How many jars do you want?"

Fan Yuan poked the grass-covered mud with his sword, and asked, "How many jars do you have?"

After Yan Qinghong looked at the yard, he turned around and took another look at Weiyin.

Fan Yuan looked around wherever Yan Qinghong's gaze went.

The yard is quite big.

Fan Yuan asked: "Is it all buried here?"

Yan Qinghong nodded, took the shovel at the side and started digging, Fan Yuan stood aside and watched, and five jars of wine came out after a while.

Fan Yuan shook the jar in his arms, but it was not full. He looked at the mud that sealed the mouth of the jar, and it must have been buried for a long time.

He watched Yan Qinghong set up a few more jars before giving up. Eight wine jars surrounded him, and he looked at Yan Qinghong suspiciously and asked: "So many?"

Yan Qinghong clapped his hands and jumped up, shook the wine jars and said: "It has been buried for a while, and there is a lot of space inside. There are only three jars in total."

Fan Yuan shook one by one, it was indeed like what Yan Qinghong said, not many, and asked suddenly: "It's been more than a hundred years if you don't say anything?"

Yan Qinghong hummed, as an admission.

Fan Yuan looked at the big hole vacated by digging wine jars, raised his head and asked again: "Could you... brew a jar every year."

Yan Qinghong looked at him, and said yes again after a while.

Fan Yuan looked at the wine jar in his hand, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.But they have all started this way, and there is no reason to back down temporarily.

He always either didn't do it, or he did something big. If Yan Qinghong couldn't see clearly like this, he might just find a tree and hit him to death.

Fan Yuan put on a smile, looked at Yan Qinghong and said, "Senior Brother Qinghong, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Yan Qinghong looked at him, inexplicably felt that there was a bit of weirdness in this smile, but looking at that smile, he couldn't help but replied: "Okay."

That's right, I'm going to do the big ticket, the next chapter may be difficult to deliver, so the sauce——

Chapter 39

Fan Yuan sat down next to Yan Qinghong at a stone table by the courtyard.

Yan Qinghong took two white jade shallow bowls and put them on the table, took a wine jar, slapped off the mud and opened the cover, and poured the wine into the bowls.

Fan Yuan looked at it with a bowl in his hand, and lowered his head to smell it. The amber wine had a mellow aroma of rice, and the aroma of the wine was already full before he drank it.

Seeing that he was holding a bowl of wine and smelling it, Yan Qinghong looked very much like the last time he held a wine jar to smell it by the Muyang River, and said, "Taste it first, then smell it and you should be drunk."

Hearing this, Fan Yuan raised his head and glanced at Yan Qinghong, and took a sip from the bowl to his mouth.The cold wine trickled down the tip of the tongue and into the throat, it was not spicy at all, but rather warm and fragrant.

It's just, why is it so painful.

Fan Yuan frowned and looked at the bowl of wine, thinking about whether he would get drunk after drinking this bowl.In fact, he was a little afraid that his body would not be able to drink, if he really passed out without doing anything, wouldn't he have to do it again, but what if Yan Qinghong couldn't drink.No, he didn't want Yan Qinghong to drink down.

Seeing his frowning, Yan Qinghong asked, "Does it not suit your taste?" After all, he remembered the first time he drank it, and he also found it difficult to drink, but at that time he didn't care about it. After drinking all of it, it seems that it is not so difficult to drink.

Fan Yuan lowered his head and replied, "It's hard."

Yan Qinghong picked up his own bowl and said, "Bitter tastes like bitterness."

Fan Yuan was stunned for a moment, watched Yan Qinghong staring at the bowl of wine for a while, then drank it in one gulp, and then poured another bowl from the wine jar, he couldn't help asking: "Do you often drink it?"

"Occasionally." Yan Qinghong held the bowl with one hand, pinched the edge of the bowl with two slender fingers, and held the bottom of the bowl with the other two fingers, and drank it in one gulp, as if he was used to it.

Seeing Yan Qinghong drinking one bowl after another, Fan Yuan looked as if he was getting himself drunk, so he quickly pressed down and said, "Are you planning to get drunk and come back?"

Yan Qinghong smiled, looked at him and said, "You seem to have something to say, and you want to say it when I'm not sober."

Fan Yuan looked at Yan Qinghong, silently withdrew his hand, continued to hold the bowl of wine in front of him, and let Yan Qinghong drink it down again.

While pouring the wine, Yan Qinghong said: "But I don't get drunk that easily, but you, if you drink too much, you will get a headache. It's better to drink less."

Fan Yuan took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and replied, "Okay."

The moonlight is really good tonight, a round of bright moon shyly hangs in the sky, and a few floating clouds are also pulled for company.He didn't know the meaning of Yan Qinghong's two words just now, he seemed to see it and he didn't seem to see it.

But if you can't see it until now, that's okay, I'll let you see it clearly later.

After Yan Qinghong drank an unknown number of bowls, she seemed a little unable to hold on, put down the bowl and propped her forehead with both hands, and sat there without saying a word.

Fan Yuan also put down the wine bowl, pinched his face hard and tried to stay awake.Just now he saw that he was not drunk after taking a sip, so he took two more sips, unexpectedly the stamina of the wine was a bit strong, and now he also began to feel a little dizzy, no, he had to hold on.

Fan Yuan propped his head on one hand, looked into the distance and thought for a while, he had something to do, but he didn't seem to have anything to say, he looked back at Yan Qinghong, suddenly thought, and asked, "Senior Brother Qinghong ,do you like me?"

"I like it." Yan Qinghong replied almost without hesitation.

"But what do you like about me?" Fan Yuan thought for a while, Jiang Weiyin certainly looks good, does he look like him, but he is a good-looking person