Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Jing Nian didn't know which muscle was wrong, but he took the initiative to stay.Join me to help Qin Shuyu restore the damaged courtyard.He was struggling to chop off the branches when he asked abruptly, "Senior Brother, how are you doing under Elder Xue's seat?"

"Pretty good."

"But he always makes you do chores, and doesn't teach you how to practice."

I wanted to teach him that I would not be able to learn it, but I was afraid that Jing Nian would accuse me of not improving, so I argued against my will: "Helping him make alchemy can also benefit a lot. Master is one of the best medicine cultivators in the Cultivation Continent."

"Oh, isn't it just fame? One day, I will definitely be able to surpass him."

"Yes, yes, how powerful you are."

"Don't be perfunctory." Jing Nian took the sickle from my hand and asked, "Where's the thorn for you?"

I whistled, and No. 2 ran over with a whip in his mouth. "Here."

"I have to carry it with me from now on." He looked displeased, and he directly covered my hand holding the handle of the whip with his palm, and the familiar spiritual flow of electric light was transmitted into the body, warming the heart and instilling knowledge.

He pulled me to swing my arm, and the limp chain blade straightened instantly, and the murderous aura flew towards the dense paper strips, cutting them off in the middle.

After cleaning, the chain blade folded back.

I subconsciously raised my hand to cover my face, being whipped by this thing is no joke, unexpectedly, the knife and dagger accurately avoided the flesh, and the whip wrapped around my forearm like a submissive cold-blooded pet.

The whole process only consumes less than one percent of the spiritual power, and the rest is stored in the Jing Jing, Jing Nian patted the back of my hand. "Do you remember how to use it?"

And I was still immersed in the great novelty and sense of accomplishment.

Unexpectedly, he can use divine power like other monks.

He asked again, and I nodded blankly. He smiled and said, "Then I will report to Master, and I will take my leave."

"Ah... let me see you off."

When I walked out of the courtyard, I happened to see officers and soldiers going down the mountain. Because Qin Simu insisted on staying at Xigen Peak, they returned without success, and they complained about it.

I also heard bits and pieces of the conversation.

"I really don't know what His Highness the Crown Prince thinks. The Emperor has no heirs, so he made an exception to make him the Crown Prince. But he doesn't cherish this opportunity. He doesn't know the blessings in his life."

"To put it bluntly, I just don't know what's good or bad."

"Hush, if such disrespectful words reach the emperor's ears, how many heads would you lose?"

"Speaking of which, I seem to have seen Qin Sanchao just now, and almost didn't recognize him."

"I've also seen it. It is said that when confronting His Highness the Crown Prince, he completely left it to him and didn't fight back. He must still be thinking about the old relationship."

"In this way, he is a gentleman who values ​​love and righteousness."

"Indeed, looking at his face, he also has a righteous face, unlike the rumors that he is a thief who repays kindness with revenge."

"Oh, that's not a rumor, it's a true story. Ten years ago at the emperor's birthday banquet, he attempted to kill the king. Thanks to the national teacher's obstruction, he was prevented from causing a catastrophe."

"If it weren't for the emperor's favor, the Yanshi family would not know where to stay in a desolate place, how dare they do such a rebellious thing?"

"The emperor is also too merciful. Not only did he not execute the thief, he also let him go. Now he is a monk."

"Perhaps it is the emperor's fraternal heart that makes Chungdu stronger and stronger."

……

The amount of information in these conversations can be large or small. I was able to know Qin Shuyu's crimes, but I didn't know the details and motives.

The player system did not ask me to continue to explore the truth, the main task is still the plague.

Maybe some key clues are still missing, connecting the crime ten years ago with the plague that will appear ten years later.

Putting aside the mission, the relationship between me and Jing Nian has eased somewhat after this false alarm.

Every few days, he would come to Erfeng Peak to change his dressing. Xue Jiajia looked at the wound on Jing Nian's palm and said doubtfully, "Although the wound pierced by the Night Cry Sword is not easy to heal, but you are already at the end of the Jindan stage. so slow."

"Maybe the stabbing was too heavy at that time." Jing Nian replied lightly.

Hearing this, Qin Simu, who was buried in the medical book, said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

I waved away these few obstructive guys standing in front of the alchemy furnace. "Don't listen to his nonsense, what effect can your little cultivation have?"

Obviously, it was intentional to prevent the wound from healing, so that I could torment me with decoction.

I knew I wouldn't help in vain.

Jing Nian raised his eyebrows and handed me the firewood fan. "Brother, remember to blow the medicine to cool down before applying it to me."

"It's annoying, and I can't burn you."

Qin Simu popped up again, "Senior Brother Qi, let me do the chores of decocting medicine."

Xue Jiajia patted his head with the book. "What do children know, after reading all the pharmacology?"

"No……"

The ordinary days passed by like running water, each of them lived in peace, and no new tasks were refreshed.

Until one morning, I woke up from standby mode as usual, and found that the water in the fish tank by the window was very cloudy.

Obviously the water was changed the day before.

I fished out the lyre fish, and found that the fish had gray eyes, belly up, and had been dead for a long time.I don't need to think about it, I know that the disciples in the sect who usually regard me as a thorn in the side poisoned me.

But because there are too many suspects, it's really hard to determine who did it.

Jing Nian happened to come over, looked at the dead Qin Yu, and frowned.

Thinking that the fish was caught on his birthday, it would be unlucky to die unexpectedly, so I apologized to Jing Nian: "I'm sorry, I was too negligent and didn't take good care of the fish."

He was silent for a moment, his brows relaxed, and he said indifferently: "It's just a fish, just catch another one at the temple fair next year. I will investigate who the poisoner is and let him pay the price."

"What about the corpse?"

In my professional life, I have rarely come across complete carcasses of animals and plants, and I don't know what to do with them.

"Just find a tree and bury it under any tree. You have to ask such a simple matter?"

"Oh."

Holding the fish carcass alone, I wandered around Xigen Peak several times, and finally chose the largest spiritual tree.After digging the hole, I picked some dead leaves for burial, and gave it a decent burial as much as I could.

After all, this fish is too pitiful. If it wasn't for me, Jing Nian wouldn't buy it back, let it stay away from its companions, and die in a foreign land.

I moved away from number 2 who was sniffing at the fish. "Don't move it, I'll get some spirit stones to bury it with it."

Because for me, Lingshi is the most precious thing, I hope it can be at ease in the ground.

When I got back under the tree, No. 2 really stayed in place obediently.

But there are other things coveting the fish carcasses.

I scratched my hair in frustration, almost forgetting that this place is different from the battlefield where I work, there is no temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius at every turn, and there is no deadly radiation.The environment here is pleasant and suitable for most creatures to live in.

It also includes the humble insects and ants in the soil.

I haven't seen them in years.

And now, the body of the dead fish climbed up these few scavengers.

In fact, the insects and ants have no fault at all. It is their nature. Their duty is to decompose the corpse and take it away, and then return it to the world, turning it into dust that cannot be grasped.

This is the final form of life.

I understand these reasons very well.

But I don't want to.

This is my first gift and I don't want to share it with anyone or anything.

Even if the gift is dead.

Looking at the sesame-like black spots on Snow White Fish's body, I was a little lost. These little robbers are so dazzling.

So he dug the fish out of the pit again, wiped off the insects and ants carefully, and put it in his mouth.

I was very careful not to touch it with my teeth, and sent it to my throat bit by bit.

A whole fish, swallow it, and become one with me, that's great.

The lyre fish is small and fits well in the mouth, but it is still difficult to pass through the narrow throat.

Fortunately, Xigen Peak is indeed a treasure land full of spiritual energy, and the remaining tree roots and soil are not annoying except for a trace of the unique astringent smell of vegetation.

But the fish scales were soft and slippery, a little sticky to the metal throat, and I tried my best to restrain the gag reflex.

It's almost here. It's the end.

The touch of fish bone is much cuter. It is composed of hard keratin protein, which is closer to the taste of Lingshi.

But Jing Nian suddenly appeared and scolded, "What are you doing?"

I couldn't answer, I just squeezed a smile at him, saying that it will be fine soon.

He was angry and anxious. "It's not a child of how old, why do you still eat everything in your mouth? Spit it out!"

Jing Nian first pinched my swollen cheeks, but seeing that it didn't work, he put two fingers into his mouth, trying to dig out the fish.

Naturally, I didn't want to give up all my previous efforts, so I tried my best to push his chest away, but I couldn't resist.The index finger successfully squeezed into the base of the tongue, and it was the first time I smelled the cold fragrance of his wrist so close.

The teeth were also forced to print crescent-like bite marks, and I suddenly had an illusion, as if I was trying to eat Jing Nian and merge with him.

An inexplicable sense of satisfaction welled up in my heart. Perhaps this kind of satisfaction has a beautiful terminology in human emotions, but I don't have it.

The preferences and dependence of machines are extremely simple and pure.

But the greed is not enough for the snake to swallow the elephant, the aroma relaxes the nerves for a moment, and he presses hard with his fingertips, and the fish is spit out by me.