Master regards me as the way of heaven

Above the Hongmeng sea of ​​clouds, there are thousands of stars, and a full moon illuminates the night cruise of the light boat.The sound of the wind whistled, and when it passed the barrier, it condensed into dewdrops like drizzle, and gradually slid down, intertwined with the flickering lines, it was a different kind of scenery.

Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a gray-blue cloak, which was his favorite color in his previous life. He bought it at a glance when he went to Xianle City. It can also be regarded as a good defensive magic weapon.

But today the cloak was put on by the person in front of him. Sometimes it’s not because you have the heart to give someone a treasure, and you can get your wish. Whether it’s the spirit fire or the cloak, in the final analysis, it’s what Ye Zhiqiu thinks is good. For Rong Yu, it was absolutely not necessary.Even tonight, when the two of them were watching the stars and the moon on this deck, Ye Zhiqiu wanted to take advantage of the cold night wind as an excuse to put on the cloak at the right time and at the right time, but when he took out his hand, people grabbed him first. .

He lay on the coffee table, seeing Rong Yu put away a set of white glazed tea sets, and set out another set of wine sets, his sullen thoughts stopped immediately, and he quickly raised his hand to hold down the other party's movement of pouring wine , Said: "I am not good at drinking."

"You said that the night wind is cold and cool. This jug of spirit wine was given by Qing Xiao when she left Xianle City. I think it shouldn't be intoxicating. Just warm yourself up." Although Rong Yu explained in this way, he had already put the jug on the bottle. side.

"You beat him up today. When I left, I saw such a big bump on his head." Ye Zhiqiu said, gesturing with his right hand on his forehead.

Seeing his cute appearance, Rong Yu patted his forehead with a light smile, and said, "Don't make gestures, you won't have any on your head."

"Don't do anything in the future, it looks so pitiful." Ye Zhiqiu patted his hand away.

"But he has such a stubborn temperament, he can't be defeated." Rong Yu was still a little uncomfortable thinking about the little Qingqiu. Didn't this villain just call out a girl who was not very respected before.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know the reason, but he didn't think too much about it. The image of the second senior brother in his image was probably from Jiang Chu, probably just casual, like a butterfly, how else can he flower. He is also a monk anyway. He didn't know how to know it. Xiao Yuanhe was educated by Rong Yu like a child who lost his way and knew his way back. He only persuaded Rong Yu with his mentality of seeing Rong Yu as his peer, "I think he still listens to you very much. Let's talk about it in the future, shall we?"

"Okay," Rong Yu couldn't tell what it felt like to discuss how to educate the juniors together, but he felt his heart getting softer, and said in a gentle voice, "It's all up to you."

"So you're so talkative." Ye Zhiqiu sat up straighter, picked up the empty wine glass and shook it, and said, "If you don't pick a gift when I give you a gift, that's fine."

Rong Yu said: "You don't need too many things like spiritual fire."

Ye Zhiqiu sighed inaudibly, picked up the jug and poured two glasses of wine, he hesitated for a moment, but it was still full, he handed one of the wine glasses to Rong Yu, and brought the other to himself, saying: " Maybe I was wrong, and I can't match your wishes. I'm ashamed to say that I've grown old in vain, but I don't have much experience in giving gifts. In matters of human relationships, I only know myself as the best. I gave you something as a gift, and I never thought about whether you need it or not, I, I will drink it first as a respect."

Rong Yu hadn't fully digested this paragraph of words that was difficult for a man of extraordinary stature to understand, when he saw Ye Zhiqiu drank the glass of wine as soon as he raised his head, he didn't want to lag behind, so he stayed with him and drank it to the brim After taking another drink, he suddenly frowned again, only to see Ye Zhiqiu put down the glass, but after three breaths, before he could finish the sentence "Actually, I want to take what I like, what I like...", he fell headfirst on the table .

This wine really seems ordinary, but in fact it is very powerful. Even Rong Yu was shocked when he drank it, but no matter how shocked he was, it was nothing compared to the moment Ye Zhiqiu fell down. He was not good at drinking. It can mean pouring in a glass.

He quickly helped him up and leaned against him, and said softly, "Zhiqiu, are you okay?"

"Not good, not at all..." Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were blurred, and he turned around and pushed Rong Yu away, speaking intermittently and slurring his words, "I like gray blue, you I like white, I like fighting, you like alchemy, I am so difficult..."

"What's so difficult?" Seeing that others couldn't sit still, Rong Yu wanted to stand up, so he pressed his shoulders forcefully to make him sit still.

"The book is not good, the spirit fire is not good, and the cloak is not good." Ye Zhiqiu lowered his head, because the other party wouldn't let him move, and his voice became a little aggrieved, "I don't like to owe people things, but you don't want anything. , aren’t these bad? The ones people flock to, the ones that get bloody, and the ones I like, you don’t like them, what do you like?”

"I like you," Rong Yu saw that he was very drunk, and fearing that he might not be able to hear clearly, Rong Yu said again firmly, "I like you."

"Me?" Ye Zhiqiu raised his head, his face was flushed, his eyes were misty with drunkenness, he pointed at himself, smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head and said, "This one won't work, this one is worthless, you can get another one. "

"No change." Rong Yu's eyes were determined, and he really had sex with a drunk man.

Ye Zhiqiu pointed to his ferret that clung to each other as soon as they met, and said, "It likes you. You are destined, so I give it to you." The contract with Xue Po, Rong Yu hurriedly stopped, grabbing Ye Zhiqiu's hands, who knows that the other party has no strength, this struggle, he was thrown on the deck.

"It hurts," Ye Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes, and wanted to rub the back of his head, but found that his hands were still being imprisoned, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "It happens every time, and one day I will be thrown to death by you."

"I didn't do it on purpose, show me, are you hurt?" Rong Yu wanted to check, but every time he approached, his hand was slapped away. I don't know if it's a genuine resistance or a drunken nonsense reaction, I only use my sober strength to press his hands on the top of his head with one hand, clamp his jaw with the other hand, and turn his face to the side, and check the injury quite seriously.

Rong Yu lowered his head and looked at it seriously, and suddenly felt a warm air in his ear, which was Ye Zhiqiu whispering softly: "Do you know what you are doing like this?"

Just when Rong Yu was in a trance, Ye Zhiqiu turned over and switched places with him. The aftertaste of drinking was really strong, and his sea of ​​consciousness was empty, and he couldn't hear what he said clearly, only felt his head getting bigger and bigger. The heavier he was, the more strength he had to turn over, and his waist still hurt a little. He wanted to talk, but what did he want to say?It's so quiet around here, is it really so quiet?

……

"Oh, my God..." When Ye Zhiqiu stood up with a carp in the early morning of the second day, he felt that the spine of a young man was about to be broken. He would never do such a stupid thing to make people unconscious with a drink.

If you want to say it, you have to blame yourself. Even if you are a teetotaler, and you have never seen a good wine in two lifetimes, how can you still follow the way of ordinary people to pay tribute to wine and express your heart? How about the wine, after all, I haven't been drunk because I haven't drunk it!

"Are you awake?" Hearing Rong Yu's voice, Ye Zhiqiu immediately supported his waist and sat up, with a hint of guilt flashing unconsciously in his eyes, and asked, "Did I not do anything ridiculous?"

"What's ridiculous?" Rong Yu walked up to him and handed him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Such as talking nonsense, making a fuss, such as..." Ye Zhiqiu paused.

Rong Yu pushed his hand holding the teacup, and said with a gentle smile, "Like having sex after drinking?"

"No, no..." Ye Zhiqiu quickly waved his hands, "I'm not that kind of person, ha, ha, let alone just the two of us here, why am I messing up..."

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt relieved, yes, this word is not easy to use indiscriminately, I heard before that those swingers always abandon little girls, and they are innocent, and there are no little girls here, naturally It won't happen, it's just that the wine will never be drunk in the future.

"Oh..." Rong Yu's tone was long.

How did Ye Zhiqiu feel that the sound was not perfunctory, but that there was something in his words, and he was about to ask a few more questions before he realized that the other party was wearing that gray-blue cloak. Isn't this what he wanted to give but couldn't?

Such puzzled and focused eyes were naturally caught by Rong Yu, and he handed the silk sash hanging from the tied knot of the cloak to Ye Zhiqiu's hand, and said: "I like the gift you gave me very much. I only give it when I am drunk." I put it on, isn't it absurd?"

"Is that all I did?" Ye Zhiqiu had no memory at all, but now that the gift has been given out, it doesn't matter whether he is drunk or awake, it's fine.

Rong Yu: "You said you like..."

Ye Zhiqiu: "Huh?"

Rong Yu: "I like fighting."

Ye Zhiqiu blinked and said, "Oh."

"You still like..." Rong Yu deliberately lengthened the ending, and Ye Zhiqiu's calm eyes immediately opened a little, and asked, "What?"

Rong Yu smiled and said, "I like me."

"Nonsense." Ye Zhiqiu let go of the silk belt, turned sideways, and sipped the spirit tea.

"Why don't you believe this?" Rong Yu didn't argue with him, but only said jokingly.

Ye Zhiqiu turned the teacup in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I wouldn't say such a thing, even if I'm drunk."

Let alone saying that he likes someone, it is impossible to say that he likes fighting. He never thinks that he is fighting. It is clearly a martial arts competition. Two people with lofty ideals compete in martial arts. Fu, if you can believe a thing or two about adding clothes before, then you must not be able to count a word of what is said later.

"It's true." Rong Yu looked sincerely.

"Oh." Ye Zhiqiu replied that it was perfunctory.

"Are you still a little bit convinced?"

"Not at all."