The villain is my brother

"Don't go."

"what?"

Qin Moyu was busy eating meat with his head down, but didn't hear what the old Taoist said, so he looked up at him suspiciously.

The old Taoist didn't answer him, but poured the flagon down on the table, leaving only the bowl of wine in his hand.

He put the bowl in front of Qin Moyu, and nuzzled: "Taste it."

Qin Moyu took a sip, but the sweet-smelling wine was pungent when he drank it. The smell of the punch made his face wrinkle. He didn't understand why the old Taoist could drink it without changing his expression.

After drinking it for a while, a blush appeared on Qin Moyu's face. He tried his best to suppress the taste, and said with a wry smile: "Master, your wine is too strong."

"What kind of violence is this? I really don't know how to appreciate it." The old Taoist was unhappy, took the bowl back muttering, and drank it down in front of Qin Moyu.

Qin Moyu knew that the old Taoist loved to drink and make wine, and several jars of wine he brewed were buried under the grape trellis in the yard, waiting to drink it in the spring of next year.

"Yes, yes, I know you are the best, Master." Qin Moyu picked up a piece of meat for the old Taoist priest and said, "Don't just focus on drinking, eat some food."

The old Taoist hummed and started eating slowly.

The two didn't talk any more, they just concentrated on eating.

Swallowing the last bite of meat, Qin Moyu smacked his lips to recollect it, and couldn't help admiring: "Master, I haven't seen you for a few months, and the dishes you cook are getting better and better."

"That's for sure." The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't know much. I'll show you tomorrow."

Qin Moyu smiled when he heard this, and put his face on one hand, observing the old Taoist seriously for the first time.

The gray hair was long and must be combed neatly, but the eyes on the face full of dimples were astonishingly bright without any cloudiness, and even the mole at the corner of the eye was exactly the same as in the memory.

It really looks like——

Qin Moyu was slightly distracted, no matter in appearance or words and deeds, he was no different from his master.

The old Taoist felt uncomfortable being stared at by Qin Moyu like this, he drove Qin Moyu back to his room with a straight face after eating

Qin Moyu didn't say anything, but went back to the room and took out the wooden slip again.

Input the aura again, and words slowly appeared in the place that was originally blank.

Qin Moyu knew it well.

A good night's sleep, no surprises and no disturbances.

Qin Moyu got up early that day, busy watering the vegetable fields and vineyards, and the old Taoist just woke up when he got everything done.

The old Taoist priest was still wearing the tattered Taoist robe, yawned and walked out of the house, only to find Qin Moyu walking towards the door.

"Early in the morning, what are you doing?" The old Taoist walked over quickly, Qin Moyu pointed to the plaque, he patted his head, and said suddenly, "I forgot, you go to my room and take out the new one Well, this tattered arrangement doesn’t look good.”

With that said, he was about to remove the plaque.

As soon as his skinny hand touched the plaque, Qin Moyu reached out and held him down.

He said softly:

"No, I'm leaving."

The old Taoist frowned: "What's the matter, do you hate that the sect is broken? Or do you think my food is unpalatable, and you are in a hurry to leave after only one day? Go, go, I think you deserve a beating. I just finished that plaque Yes, it would be a waste not to put it on!"

"not me……"

Before Qin Moyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old Taoist: "Is Zongli not good? Or do you despise my old man!"

The old Taoist raised his head and questioned him, only then did Qin Moyu realize that he was already taller than the old Taoist, and he could see so clearly the reluctance hidden behind his stubbornness.

"No." Qin Moyu let go of the old Taoist's hand and said with a smile, "I will never dislike Master."

——Just like Master never disliked me.

"Then why are you leaving!" the old Taoist said viciously with his eyes widened.

"Because you are not the master." Qin Moyu said, but his eyes were gentle.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

After a while, the old Taoist said with a puzzled face: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am who I am. Could there be fake ones? If you don't believe me, pinch me and see if it's true."

As he said that, the old Taoist really stuck out his head, looking indifferent.

Qin Moyu really reached out and pinched the old Taoist's face.

To be precise, it pinched both sides of the face and pulled it out, pulling the old Taoist face into a distorted expression.

"Ni still dare to pinch, worry about it!" The old Taoist slapped Qin Moyu angrily, and Qin Moyu gave it away obediently.

"I don't know what medicine I took wrong again. I think about these weird things every day." The old Taoist rubbed his face, and almost pointed at Qin Moyu's nose and scolded him.

Qin Moyu suddenly hugged him: "Thank you, Master."

Without waiting for the old Taoist to speak, Qin Moyu continued: "Do you know how I found a flaw—"

"Because you arranged everything so perfectly."

The scene of the illusion is not constructed out of thin air, it is often constructed by relying on the memory of the participants, and the people or things that are most familiar and unforgettable to the participants are used to lure them to stay, and in order to ensure the truth, the illusion will also dig into the formation A memory that everyone "forgets".

At that time, Qin Moyu had just entered the illusion, and the scene could only construct Qin Moyu's superficial memory, so the wooden slip only showed what he still remembered.But when the old Taoist priest reappeared and recalled the objects, those Qin Moyu's buried deep memories were dug out, and the words spoken in the old Taoist tone added an illusion of "this is really him, otherwise he wouldn't know".

The reaction of the old Taoist priest after seeing him is true, the food tastes better, and the new plaque is true, because these are all based on Qin Moyu's subconscious "expectation" reaction.

Qin Moyu actually heard what the old Taoist told Qin Moyu not to leave, but he just pretended not to know. The next day, he approached the door tentatively and the old Taoist stopped him immediately. This shows that the key to breaking the illusion is at the door.

The old Taoist didn't speak anymore, Qin Moyu let go of his hug, turned around and pushed open the fence door firmly.

"squeak--"

The rough fence gate made a tooth-sick sound, and the plaque hanging on the gate was crumbling.

Qin Moyu took a step forward, and white mist began to rise around him.

When he turned his head, the figure of the old Taoist priest and the familiar courtyard were gradually engulfed by the white mist, leaving only a faint outline.

Time seemed to go back to that afternoon.

It was the same fence gate, the old Taoist priest stood inside, Qin Moyu stood outside the gate, the scorching sun made people's heart ache.

The old Taoist said he was disgusted, but he desperately stuffed things into Qin Moyu's storage bag. He was clearly the one who wanted to drive Qin Moyu out to practice, but before he left, he had a stinky face, as if Qin Moyu was some white-eyed wolf who wanted to abandon him and run away road.

"Master, I'm leaving—" Qin Moyu waved his hand, but he didn't give up at all, only full of excitement, and it was no surprise that the old Taoist gave him a supercilious look.

"Let's go, let's go early and be quiet!"

"Slightly slightly slightly!" Qin Moyu made a funny face at him, and went down the mountain humming.

The thin and short old man stood in the sun, watching Qin Moyu's back getting farther and farther away, until only the distant mountains and near forests were left in his eyes, then he hummed softly.

"Stinky boy."

The loneliness that could not be concealed in his eyes was fleeting, and he still kept a straight face even though there was no one around, his patched Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. He simply tied his sleeves together and let the corners of his clothes flutter into the room. inside.

The furnishings in the room were still the same, except that there was an extra folded coat on the table, which was left by Qin Moyu.

The draft blew past, and the old Taoist subconsciously gathered his Taoist robe.

——It turned out that it was cold.