Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 96: Unforgettable past

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Pay Qingjin, if it ’s not you, why would I drink, drink ...

Who pays Qingjin? What did i drink

Ping pong!

"Go to your mother's!" Li Qingshan swallowed the tea, shattered the teapot on the ground, put the willow branches aside, and strode toward Cloud and Rain (Intercourse) Building.

"Pay Qingjin, you get out for Lao Tzu!"

Although I forgot who you are!

......

This time, all the Foundation Establishment cultivator are required to participate, but not all.

Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy, the painter's home.

The disciple who swung back all the costumes, Chu Shidao supported himself, got up from the bed, walked to the window, stared at the spring light outside the window, the sparkling waves flashing among the willow branches.

His eyes flashed, and he really did n’t want to die!

cultivation I, the origin of the request, is still in the word "Longevity", because there is hope in life, there is everything in front of it.

He forced himself to look back, and cherished the most important thing, took the scroll from his arms and slowly unfolded it.

The man in the painting is staring at him with dark ink eyes. The flower-blue skirt, rouge-colored lips, and strokes are all depicted by him in the past, but now it looks different.

"Ayan, I am hungry."

As soon as Chu Shidao finished talking, there was a scent of fragrance, not fat powder but ink.

"Always keep me in my arms and the paint has dried."

The woman walked out of the painting, grabbed the axis of the painting from Chu Shidao, and hung it on the wall.

As if I did n’t notice the gradually thick death qi on Chu Shidao ’s face behind me, I stroked my skin in the mirror, and did n’t ask him what he wanted to eat. When I walked to the kitchen, I heard fireworks and smelled the vegetables.

Chu Shidao sat down holding the table. Take out a vine yellow hip flask. Put it on the table without much hesitation and open the lid. Pour the golden liquid from Ru Xin into the jug.

Without much effort, Ayan serves dishes. Chu Shidao took a sip: "Salty."

"Don't eat if you don't want to eat." Ayan said angrily.

The liquor was poured into the two wine cups, and they touched gently in the hands of the two, and each drank without speaking.

It ’s not embarrassment and silence. You have been together for a hundred years. Even if one side wanted to say something, it felt unnecessary to speak as soon as the eyes touched.

"Are you hiding something from me?" A Yan looked at Chu Shidao with some doubt. Today, in his eyes, there are some obscure things that make her see through.

"What can I hide from you?" Chu Shidao smiled and raised his glass.

After a while. A pot of wine was drained.

"This wine is so weird. How do I feel like I'm drunk." Ayan held her forehead. The brain is a little faint.

"I am also a little drunk." Chu Shidao smiled slightly, the past was rising like smoke and dust, all fluttering together, and the only trace of anger left in him.

Clang sounded softly, and the cups and saucers on the table were shaking together. Chu Shidao lay on the table, motionless, and died.

With a clatter, Ayan stood up and ran into a chair: "Why, you ... who are you?"

Before the sorrow spreads in the future, it becomes dazed. The harder I think about it, the more I want to catch it, the smoke will start.

Inexplicably hot on her face, she touched her cheek, it was already wet, and tears were flowing.

The spring light outside the window is getting worse.

......

When everyone was attracted to the "Moon Demon" in the Shuiyuepan, Ru Xin didn't care about the dreaded Demon's arrival, but said with concern: "Are you okay!"

Li Qingshan was extremely calm in the confrontation with Fu Qingjin, but Ru Xin felt the tension in his heart, which had nothing to do with his thoughtfulness. Li Qingshan ’s acting skills were not flawed.

Heart Consonance? Ru Xin sneered at this, and what good was Heart Consonance with him, but at the same time couldn't help being anxious for him, and then remembered the existence of "Forgetting Water".

Forgetting Water, she did n’t drink it, just found a few mortals. Under the temptation of heavy money, no one was interested in her memory, and she did n’t even think that there was a certain part of her body that was worth it. More silver, sold without hesitation.

The effect seems pretty good. Of course, her Forgetting Water does not have the power of the legendary Grandma Meng's Soup, which can wash away all the memories of people, otherwise she would not dare to drink it with Li Qingshan.

The effect is roughly the opposite of Recalling Water. Recalling Water is what you want to remember, but Forgetting Water the more you want to remember, the things you forget. When she was refining, she referred to the Recalling Water formula, selected many medicinal materials with opposite medicinal properties, and then improved it.

Because of this, it is possible to ensure that while Chu Shidao ’s memory of the beauty of the painting is erased, her spirituality is guaranteed.

Although Xiezhi Divine Beast claims to be able to discern between right and wrong, it can only point directly to the heart and see through lies. If you forget your heart, Xiezhi can't tell.

"Do you look like I am okay?" Li Qingshan stared at Ru Xin without any strangeness in his eyes.

"Do you remember me?" Ru Xin said in surprise, he should be thinking about what to forget now.

"Even if I forget who I am, I will never forget you!" Li Qingshan shook his head, as if the pharmacological force of Forgetting Water was desperately fighting, and the woman in the eyes should be deeply in my heart and never forget.

Ru Xin's heart slammed, his cheeks stained with a faint blush.

"You still owe me a lot of panacea!"

But Li Qingshan ’s next words made Ru Xin look a little stunned, with a normal look and a smile: "The rest of the Elixir, have n’t you already used it to buy Forgetting Water?"

"When!?"

"Aiya, you forgot."

"You bluff me, how could I forget, give me Recalling Water, that is the antidote!"

Li Qingshan reached out. Although there was no way to deceive the magical power of Xiezhi, under the suppression of Spirit Turtle, it was not difficult to control his own thoughts and restrain the power of Forgetting Water.

However, this time, my mind is always a bit muddled, so I asked the initiator in front of me for antidote.

Ru Xin does not fake color: "If you have the ability, think for yourself!"

Li Qingshan slightly stunned: "Are you angry?"

"Huh?" Ru Xin recovered, but found that he was so angry.

Li Qingshan smiled unwillingly: "It seems that I have to discuss with Qiongzhi."

"What to discuss?"

"The man's big husband, three wives and four concubines, are actually very common, right?" Li Qingshan smiled. He had a lot of ambitions in this respect. Think about Chu Tian's servants. His request does not seem excessive.

With this thought together, it grows like a wild grass, and then Ru Xin, the vision is a bit different.

The two have been talking in the sound-transmission way. In order to prevent people from detecting strange things, they all look at the front and communicate with afterglow.

But after listening to this sentence, Ru Xin turned his head, smiled sweetly, transported Spiritual Qi, the sound thundered on Li Qingshan eardrum: "Be your mother's spring and autumn dream!"

"I won!" Lee Qingshan smiled silently, opened his lips, and deliberately used "say".

When the two get along, they are always joking, winning by inciting each other's emotions. When this joke is really serious, I'm afraid that even Li Qingshan can't say it clearly.

I only feel comfortable getting along with Ru Xin, and I have never been relaxed before taking Forgetting Water to carry the news of Qingjin. Although Ru Xin did not dig into it, I must know some of his secrets: for example, he had seen Soaring Dragon Elder, even Soaring Dragon Elder ’s Spatial Ring. In his hands.

But he did n’t have any worries in his heart, and he had a wonderful trust. Seeing Ru Xin was self-satisfied, Lee Qingshan smiled and said, "Pill medicine, if you want to stay, just keep it. There is not much left anyway. A bottle of potion is not enough to make me forget you, you are not Meng Po! "

After listening to Li Qingshan, Ru Xin did n’t know what it was like, and suddenly recovered, "I am not Meng Po ... It seems that this Forgetting Water is not very effective for cultivation, Master Chu's side , It ’s okay! It ’s just a painting. ”

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"Master!"

Hundred Philosophical Scriptures Academy, feeling the disappearance of Chu Shidao's breath, the painters disciple no longer ignored the prohibition, broke into the Abode, screamed, and all could not help crying with tears and mourning.

Also see "Master" standing helplessly at the dining table. Although she burst into tears, she didn't have much sadness, and she seemed very at a loss. I am very dissatisfied in my heart: "Master is really crazy, how can a picture be worth overturning Heart's Blood for a lifetime."

No one paid attention to her. A group of people carefully put Chu Shidao on the bed, covered it with white cloth, and carried it to the main hall, waiting for Chu Danqing, the disciple, to return.

Her hands stretched out in the air alone, but she did n’t know what to do. It felt like she was back a hundred years ago when she was just drawn.

Draw!

She turned her head abruptly, looking at the blank drawing paper on the wall, at the corner of the drawing paper, which had faded into a dark red seal, and the words "Chu Shidao" appeared over and over again.

In Zhuxuan, the teenager frowned, and although he was not satisfied with his "humble work", he still stamped his seal.

That was their first meeting.

Time flies like water, and the scattered memories of flying smoke gather together again. Talk to him for the first time, cook food for him for the first time, and quarrel with him for the first time, because she deliberately polluted his newly-painted beauties.

She has a faint smile in her eyes, hurrying for a hundred years, and it seems that she has experienced it again. She suddenly smiled, "Why, will it be forgotten?" Cursed again: "Old things, do this boring thing. "

Speaking and scolding, walked into the blank drawing paper.

An artist disciple came back to get Chu Shidao's clothes. After waiting for Chu Danqing to come back, he bathed and changed clothes for Chu Shidao and found that "she" was no longer there.

Left and right, seeing the scroll on the wall, the beauty is still the same, the smile is Yan Yan, but the smile is gradually blurred.

The artist disciple rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he had misread it.

The beauty in the painting gradually melts, and the paints of rouge and cyan colors flow down from the painting paper.

In the blink of an eye, the colors flowed, leaving only a blank piece of drawing paper, a spring breeze blowing through the house, the painting axis swaying, and only the dark red seal in the corner, still the same.