I am fickle

"Hold on."

Shangxian Yunhuai's head was dizzy, and he said with difficulty: "Sister, do you have any advice?"

"Yunjianhe has a bottle of good green medicine. Remember to apply the medicine on time, so that no one will say that my sister treats you so harshly."

Shangxian Yunhuai cupped his hands and said, "So, thank you sister."

Yun Lianyi snorted coldly, leaning against the wall and gently stroking her bloody whip, there seemed to be something shiny in her eyes.

Later, later...

Shangxian Yunhuai stayed in Shengsi Valley all day long, often playing sad tunes to the cold lake water, and that flute was his last companion.

He opened the scroll, and inadvertently saw Jiang Shengxian's painting on the scroll, which was messy and unintelligible.But he couldn't move his eyes away, his heart was throbbing, and he murmured: "A Xian, what do you like, I am willing to do it."

"Ah Xian, I will make it up to you..."

There are a few blue fruits in hand, which are sour and bitter in the mouth. I remember that they were still fighting for it at that time.He always pats his head and says that he only knows how to read books and life is boring.In fact, he doesn't know, he always steals the book and visits him secretly, saying that he is useless just to find a few more words...

On the day Ah Xian left, his eyes suddenly became moist, and even the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking.He just stood by the lake, from day to night, without saying a word...

Recalling the past, Shangxian Yunhuai's hand holding the flagon trembled uncontrollably, and there was no pain, no joy, and no emotion in his eyes.

He put all his joys in front of him, and told him all the lovesickness of these years, but in the end it was still nothing...

All his thoughts became scheming in front of him.

Shangxian Yunhuai shook his head, gently stroked the broken flute, "Ah Xian, you must not know why I am so good at drinking."

Seeing him a few times during his drowsy days, he finally held his hand well, cold as a dead man.

He put a few peach blossoms beside his pillow, and his voice was cold and faintly sad: "I don't know how many flowers fall in the dream, I'll wait for you to drink with wine here."

Ba Zi shook his head, and gave him a few jars of peach blossom wine: "Don't come again, no matter how much you make, Ah Xian's heart injury will not heal."

"Shangxian Yunhuai, Ah Xian is a very simple person. He treats others well when others treat him well. This kindness should not be mixed with any bad intentions."

"Elder, does he sleep well these days?"

The horoscope took him outside the door, and a gust of cool wind chilled him, "You are a very affectionate person, and you don't hesitate to fight against the fairy palace. I heard that you forced the master of the fairy palace to order that even immortals and monsters are not allowed to mention this matter. "

"Whoever mentions it will be torn apart."

"A poisonous curse that has been cast on everyone in the world. But are you really not afraid that the palace master you believe in will hold grudges against you?"

Shangxian Yunhuai smiled lightly, looked at the peach blossoms that were in full bloom, and said: "The Palace Master's current power has not been cultivated well, and it is precisely because of this that I can protect Ah Xian well."

Bazi patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly: "Is it really worth it to be an immortal? Everyone wants to kill Ah Xian. Why do you go against this world?"

"I'm supposed to protect the creatures of the heaven and earth, but why isn't he a creature of the heavens and the earth?"

In the Liushui Pavilion, the hand of Shangxian Yunhuai hangs down feebly, the repeated heartache from the past to the present makes him unable to open his eyes.