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Cheng Yingjie scratched his hair, and suddenly became a little more serious: "A Ling, since we can meet again, it is God's will to help you and my friendship last forever." He paused, and slowly showed a shy smile: "I... I was married by the emperor, In the coming month, I will greet relatives and friends in Jinchuan, if you and Pavilion Master Xia are free..."

Wei Ling's eyes widened slowly, and his face, which was always calm and calm, unexpectedly showed a look of surprise.

"Brother! Why are you saying it now...! No, I should say congratulations! I..."

He originally wanted to say, I will definitely come.

But he suddenly realized that Cheng Yingjie is now a member of the royal family, and the marriage contract was bestowed by the emperor, so many dignitaries will definitely be present on the wedding day.With his current status, it is really inconvenient to show his face in public.

Cheng Yingjie saw his difficulty, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the big wedding has already been held in the imperial city, this time back to Jinchuan, it can be regarded as going back to her mother's house, don't put on airs, just eat and drink as you like, if brother-in-law is willing to show respect, please also Don't mind it."

Wei Ling breathed a sigh of relief, Cheng Yingjie had favored him since he was a child, and he still thinks of him in every way until now.

What's more, he is still his only close relative now.

"Okay, I'll come." Wei Ling's beautiful eyes smiled brightly, "I will definitely bring a big gift when the time comes."

Xia Zhou looked at him from the side, thinking, Wei Ling had never smiled so cutely in front of her.

Looking at Cheng Yingjie again, I was even more puzzled: how could this big bearded man be better than him.

For the next long time, Xia Zhou was thinking about this question, turning it over and over again without coming up with an answer. While he was silent, Wei Ling and Cheng Yingjie had a lively conversation. First, he asked his sister-in-law how she was and how they met. People are very fond of bragging, and they are justified and justified continuously, and the vivid energy is like a sea of ​​affection comparable to that of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

"But Ma'am, he likes a handsome and beautiful gentleman like you the most. Let alone a big gift, your presence is the greatest gift." Cheng Yingjie drank so loudly that his voice was several times louder.

Xia Zhou heard this sentence in a daze, and without thinking about it, he sneered and said, "Who would give a man to his wife?"

I don't know if Cheng Yingjie is simple-minded or too low-minded, but he was amused by Xia Zhou's words: "Master Xia is handsome and unrestrained, and also suits my wife's appetite. If you can come, I will give you a one-off Two. Hahaha."

Xia Zhou was convinced, thinking that this person was hopeless.

Wei Ling propped her chin, closed her eyes, and then opened them slowly, seeming to be in a daze, a little drunk.He didn't care what Cheng Yingjie said, but instead felt like a dream, maybe because of the alcohol, Cheng Yingjie's smile in front of him was so close and familiar.

He suddenly murmured, "Brother, it's great to see you."

His words seemed to have interrupted Cheng Yingjie's eloquent speech, but he didn't hear clearly, he just felt that Cheng Yingjie looked at him with such enthusiasm, so he knocked on the table, and before Cheng Yingjie could answer, he said, "Drink, Drink with me."

Wei Ling couldn't remember how much wine he drank, but it had been a long, long time since he had drunk so much.

The autumn wind was slightly cool that day, and the night dew was rolling indifferently. The sky and the bright moon echoed each other, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

At this time, someone was playing the qin in the courtyard, and the sound of the qin was melodious.

Cheng Yingjie said suddenly: "You are not as good as my brother in playing the piano and dancing the sword. The last time I heard you play the piano was so many years ago on New Year's Eve."

Wei Ling looked at him with drunken and confused eyes, they were so familiar with each other, they knew a thing or two of what they said, needless to say.

But Wei Ling just smiled and stared at the sword in the girl's hand.

"Follow, move, stay still, condense, and unite. What you do follows, follows the wind, follows the sound, everything is in order, and those around you follow." Xia Zhou whispered beside him, his voice was low and gentle, as if he was here Slowly dissipated in the late autumn breeze.

Wei Ling didn't look back at him, but she knew what he was talking about.

One of the five sword spirits, follow.

The sword in the woman's hand was moving according to the rhythm, dyed by the moonlight, the sword was moving, and the fallen leaves were light.

"wrong."

Wei Ling stood up holding the jug, took a staggered step, and suddenly reached out to Cheng Yingjie: "Brother, borrow the sword."

Although Cheng Yingjie didn't use swords often, he always had a sword with him. Hearing Wei Ling's words, he took the sword and handed it to him. Wei Ling gently held the handle of the sword and walked out, leaving an empty scabbard for Cheng Yingjie.

"The so-called following, I think it is not for the guest, but for the master."

Take the sword, and don't put down the wine in your hand. When the wind blows, the hibiscus falls, and the night is like red.

"Falling leaves follow the wind, and the bright moon follows the waves."

He raised the sword lightly, and the light slid along the edge of the sword, rolling down like a drop of water.

The sound of the sword was clear, and the ups and downs were crisp. He was dressed in white, and was blown up by the wind blowing past the lake, very much like a fairy bird with white feathers spreading its wings and about to fly.

Cheng Yingjie was so fascinated that he even stopped his hands in mid-air, and Xia Zhou couldn't take his eyes off. The flawless figure was reflected in his eyes, as if he was alone, and everything in the world was eclipsed.

Wei Ling must have drunk too much.

The sword in his hand seemed to be alive.

He found it interesting, his whole body was so soft and flexible, he saw that the rare wine in his hand was not exhausted in a trance, and he raised his head towards the bright moon to drink it up.

His black hair was hanging down, the pendant on the hairpin was dangling, and the soft white robe was pressed against his tight jade waist, making his figure slender and upright.

He staggered two steps and almost lost his footing, but when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with the splendor of everything in the world.

He let go of his hand, and the jug fell to the ground. His soft eyelashes slightly covered his eyes with drunkenness, and he raised the long sword in his hand again.

"The sword wants to attack, but the heart...follows everything, listens to its voice, meditates on its way, follows its nature, so it is called follow."

He said softly, as soon as his figure retreated, he turned his sword slightly, and the falling hibiscus was scattered by the sharp blade, and was caught in the white sword energy, tossing and turning continuously.

He came back to his senses, the moonlight falling on the lake was like a pillar between heaven and earth, the sword was going towards the light, and it would surely cut the pillar in half.

Wei Ling thought, what would happen if the sky collapsed like this.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it's not a bad idea, and the sword is slightly tilted in a daze, and I really want to go towards the light and shadow.

At this moment, Xia Zhou turned around and appeared, he threw out the scabbard, and just at the moment when Wei Ling pulled out the sword, the sword pierced into the scabbard.

Wei Ling was stunned for a moment, but couldn't stop, Xia Zhou was unceremonious, took his hand and wrapped his waist.

Just now when I saw Wei Ling dancing sword, Xia Zhou's waist hooked him long ago and wanted to touch him, but now that he has succeeded, his body is as lean and strong as he saw when he hugged him, and he immediately refused to let go.

"Drunk, are you happy?"

Xia Zhou pulled the man into his arms and snatched the sword.

Wei Ling closed her eyes: "Happy."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Zhou lowered his head and leaned against his reddened ears again: "Next time you dare to show this look again, I will eat you up in front of others."

Wei Ling stared at him blankly, then suddenly frowned, raised her palm and knocked him away.

This strength is not small, Xia Zhou suffered a severe pain and stumbled two steps.

Cheng Yingjie was still immersed in the sword walking just now. Seeing Wei Ling coming back, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "A Ling, what kind of sword technique are you practicing? You don't have the slightest magic power, and you can actually make withered flowers and leaves fall all by the sword. The air moves!"

"The first level of the five-level sword spirit." Wei Ling did not hide it.

Cheng Yingjie was at a loss: "Fivefold sword spirit?"

Wei Ling thought about how to explain it, but no matter how it was explained, it would be very troublesome. Xia Zhou followed behind him and opened his mouth to ask, "Have you already memorized it?"

Wei Ling sat down: "Unconsciously."

The expression on Cheng Yingjie's face froze for a while, until Xia Zhou handed the sword in front of him, he suddenly smiled and said: "This is talent! Ah Ling is indeed the most talented person in Liuli Mountain. With a righteous brother like you, I will It's really lucky for three lives."

"What's the use? In the end, it's just self-destructive." Wei Ling squinted drunkenly, and Cheng Yingjie's figure actually had a double image.

Cheng Yingjie quickly comforted him: "Don't say that, since childhood, as long as you are willing, there is nothing you can't do."

Xia Zhou came to him, and playfully touched Wei Ling's drunken face.

"I seem to have drunk too much." Wei Ling took the opportunity to grab Xia Zhou's hand, and put her face on it in a daze: "Let me rely on you."

Just now he pushed Xia Zhou away, but now he leaned over by himself again, Xia Zhou was naturally happy, and generously embraced Wei Ling's head in his arms: "Big alcoholic, go back and rest if you drink too much."

Wei Ling whispered: "I haven't seen my eldest brother for a long time, I can't bear it."

Cheng Yingjie saw Wei Ling lying limply on Xia Zhou's body, his heart skipped a beat, and he also leaned over: "Come on, brother, let me help you."

As a result, Xia Zhou kicked the table over and placed it in front of Cheng Yingjie, blocking his way.

Cheng Yingjie: "?!"

Without raising his head, Xia Zhou stroked Wei Ling's hair and braided it.

Cheng Yingjie: "??!"

Wei Ling's habit of drinking was learned from He Yu.

He Yuxi was quiet, and it was troublesome to visit around during the holidays, so he dug out the wine buried in previous years in Tianyu Hall, and asked Wei Ling and Cheng Yingjie to drink with him.The winter in Liuli Mountain is very cold, so cold that you need someone to drink with you to feel warm, but Cheng Yingjie can't drink well, and only Wei Ling will accompany him later, and the two of them don't talk much, thinking about their own affairs.So that later, whenever Wei Ling felt lonely and opened a pot of wine, he could think of the days when He Yu and Cheng Yingjie were by his side.

Not long after He Yu left, Wei Ling took in his apprentice.Meng Lanzhou reminded him every day to be a teacher, so he pretended to hide his drinking habit.Cultivators should not be greedy for these vulgar things, while he warned his disciples, he couldn't control himself.

— But wine is a good thing.

It can make people feel comfortable and forget their troubles.

At the border, in the imperial palace, and at Cangming Temple, he once thought that if one day he got drunk, fell to the ground and died so peacefully, it might be a kind of happiness.

——What a luxury it is to be able to freely choose life and death.

If God can really have a little sympathy for him, then he will grant his wish.