wine hit fairy

It's not like I haven't experienced falling rain on weekdays, whether it's torrential rain or continuous drizzle, but this time Lu Xiaochan felt it was incomparably mysterious, as if her sense of hearing and touch had been infinitely magnified, even if a drop of rain fell from a high altitude, it would be the same as the rain. Countless dust passed by, all of which were extremely detailed.

It finally fell into the soil, penetrated into the crevices, and then penetrated into the root seedlings, followed the tender veins of the leaves to see the sky again, and it became a flower that bloomed when the rain fell.

"What do you feel?" Kun Wu asked.

"water……"

Kunwu understood: "It seems that you and water have an indissoluble bond. So what do you feel about water?"

"Water... has no form or form. It enters the ground and becomes the shape of the ground. When it is poured into the cup, it looks like the cup."

"What else?" Kun Wu showed a slight smile.

"If it is absorbed by flowers and plants, the grass will grow and bloom. If it leaves, it will wither and decline."

"That's right, a drop of water is the origin of 'one flower, one world, one leaf, one dry bloom'."

Lu Xiaochan let out a breath, he realized that the world has changed since he ate that locust tree leaf.

He heard voices.

The water veins circulated back and forth in this ten-thousand-year-old locust tree, and the water vapor that faded into the mist between Kun Wu's breath and breath on the opposite side fluttered, and even his skin could feel the water vapor that could not be grasped or touched.

"Isn't it interesting?" Kun Wu smiled.

"Hmm... I seem to have heard more than before!"

"Then do you think it's noisy?" Kun Wu asked again.

"I don't think so. These sounds are light and agile, just like music."

"Your mind is pure, and the sound of water you hear is naturally clear." Kun Wu stood up, "It's almost time, I'll take you back. You should appreciate it."

"I can hear these voices, is it because I'm already 'on the move'?"

"Where is the state of entering the trend so simple? I just opened a door for you. How far you can go depends on yourself."

Kunwu walked out the door with Lu Xiaochan.

After going round and round, they finally sent him back to Shu Wu Chi.

The first thing Kunwu saw was burning incense in front of Shu Wucha.

The smoke curled up, turning into books and classics, dissipating for a while, and condensing again for a while.

"You are actually studying the medical scriptures of our Tailing Pavilion?" Kunwu found it very interesting.

"I will find a way to cure Xiaochan's eyes." Shu Wucha replied.

Kun Wu raised the corners of his lips coldly: "Then you look for it slowly."

Shu Wuxia raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Lu Xiaochan behind Kunwu.

He tightened the lock fairy silk, and Lu Xiaochan felt a force pulling her, pulling him to Shu Wuxi's side.

Kun Wu leaned down, approached Shu Wuxi, and said in a voice that only Shu Wuxi could hear: "Okay, if you can really cure his eyes, I believe you will not hurt him, and I will let you take him away. Do not obstruct!"

A gleam of light floated in Shu Wuxi's originally indifferent eyes, and he looked into Kunwu's eyes: "It's a deal."

Lu Xiaochan leaned over: "What are you talking about behind my back?"

"Speak ill of you." Kun Wu smacked Lu Xiaochan's head.

As soon as I pressed it, Lu Xiaochan's hair that used to be as dry as wood became slippery, and Kunwu couldn't help rubbing it again.

Who knew that once the aura turned into a sharp blade and cut across it, fortunately Kunwu retracted it quickly, otherwise there would be blood!

"Who asked you to touch him?" Shu Wuxi's voice sounded.

Lu Xiaochan didn't understand what happened, but felt that Kunwu deliberately bullied him by holding his head down.

"Old beggar! Why are you bullying me again!"

Kunwu spread his hands helplessly: "You have a backer! You are the biggest!"

When Lu Xiaochan heard this, she felt a little proud!Oh, oh, from now on, the old beggar can no longer bully him!

Kunwu walked to the door and turned his head again: "Otherwise, Xiaochan, please follow me, there are other quiet rooms."

"No need." Shu Wucha answered directly for Lu Xiaochan.

"You..." Kun Wu shook his head.

Getting along day and night like this, with Lu Xiaochan right in front of my eyes, is there any difference from when my junior brother faced each other day and night in Wuwujing?

If you are not careful, the gun will go off!

Kunwu took out a small bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Lu Xiaochan: "Xiaochan, you take this, take one pill every night."

"What is this?" Lu Xiaochan opened the bottle, sniffed it, and immediately frowned, "Isn't this the smell of 'Chihiro'!"

Kun Wu was stunned: "You really have a dog's nose! You can smell it!"

"Why are you giving me this! It's for purifying evil fire! I don't have that kind of evil fire! Don't eat it!"

Lu Xiaochan threw the small bottle back, but Kunwu threw it back again.

"You little bastard really doesn't know good from bad! If you don't eat, be careful..."

At this time, Shu Wuxia said: "Give it to me."

Kun Wu shook his hand: "Whether you eat or not, accidents will happen! I am saving Xiao Chan's life!"

"Save my life?" Lu Xiaochan became even more curious, "Could it be that I have some incurable disease?"

"I'll give him to eat." Shu Wuxi's palm was up, and Kun Wu hurriedly put the small bottle in Shu Wuxia's palm.

As soon as Kunwu left, Shu Wucha said to Lu Xiaochan, "Hand."

Lu Xiaochan stretched out her hand and felt that Shu Wuxia poured a small pill for it.

"have eaten."

Lu Xiaochan thinks this medicine is shameful, only flower picking thieves or those who are full of lust need to clear evil fire, why does he take this thing?

But when Shu Wucha opened his mouth, Lu Xiaochan had no choice but to obey, otherwise he would be beaten again.

At night, Lu Xiaochan slept on Shu Wuxia's couch, and Shu Wuxia sat beside Lu Xiaochan, neither speaking nor moving, so that Lu Xiaochan could not hear any sound.

"Brother Wuxia, if I practice hard and take some pills, will I be able to see?"

Lu Xiaochan was wrapped in the quilt and turned sideways with only one head exposed.He didn't feel sleepy at all, even if he couldn't see, he kept his eyes open and looked in Shu Wuxi's direction.

"If you practice hard, I can take you away."

Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, there was no sound of water in this quiet room, except for Shu Wuxia's clear and shallow breathing.

"Brother Wuxia."

"what happened?"

"Today, Kunwu ate a piece of locust tree leaf for me, and then I heard the sound of water in that old locust tree, the sound in the leaf, and the sound in the flower. Kunwu said, this is a "One flower, one world, one leaf, one dry bloom" of dripping water."

It was so quiet that Lu Xiaochan wanted to talk to Shu Wuxi, as long as Shu Wuxi opened his mouth to answer him, he could hear the sound of water in Shu Wuxi's body, his blood flowed slowly and calmly, but seemed to be brewing endless Persistence, the pursuit of the other side that is difficult to reach even in ten thousand deaths.

"You don't like to hear these arguments."

Shu Wuxia said softly.

Lu Xiaochan smiled: "But it's also very interesting to think about it carefully. It's like in this quiet room, there is no running water, no flowers and plants, no sound of clouds and mist, but I can still hear your voice."

"What's my voice like?" Shu Wuxia asked.

"On your body, there are also flowers blooming and withered glory."

"Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good." Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes, carefully savoring the subtle voices in Shu Wuxi's body.

Shu Wucha's blood flowed through his slender fingers and flowed to his fingertips, like clear tea into a cup.

Flowing over his wrist, it was like an unappreciated flower blooming in winter.

Flowing into his heart, it suddenly turned into a majestic sunrise, covering mountains and rivers.

Flowing over his lips, it suddenly turned into a gentle drizzle, falling silently, but suddenly turned into a violent storm unwillingly.

These are what Lu Xiaochan heard from Shu Wuxia's body, the most beautiful voice in the world.

"Are not you afraid?"

"Why are you afraid..." Lu Xiaochan didn't feel sleepy at all, just looked at Shu Wuxi, imagining his appearance, "You are my world of flowers..."

"If in the past, you weren't afraid of me, how wonderful it would be..."

Shu Wuxia's voice was very soft, but also hoarse, the originally indifferent eyes were stained with the deep rainy night, like thick ink trying to break free.

"I wish I could see it sooner." Lu Xiaochan slapped his mouth, he was going to have a good sleep and have a big dream.

In the dream, maybe he could see Shu Wuxi's face clearly.

"Well, you used to love to watch flowers bloom and fall, and the rain on the green hills..."

"It doesn't matter if you can't see it. But I want to see you." Lu Xiaochan gently tugged on Suo Xianling.

Shu Wucha was stunned there.

"Brother Wu Gap? Are you asleep?" Lu Xiaochan lowered her voice and asked carefully.

"I am here."

"Oh."

Just when Lu Xiaochan was about to fall asleep, Shu Wucha asked again: "Do you really want to see me?"

"I think... if I can see you, it doesn't matter if I lose ten years of life..."

Shu Wucha clasped Lu Xiaochan's fingers on the edge of the quilt tightly.

Not long after, I heard Lu Xiaochan's long breathing, and he fell asleep.

Shu Wucha lowered his head slowly, carefully avoiding a strand of hair falling on the pillow.

"I don't want you to lose your life... If you want to see it, I will let you see it."

It was past midnight, and Shu Wucha was sitting in front of the table, with the smoke still burning in front of him, the pages of the Canon of Medicine in Tailing Pavilion scattered and gathered in the smoke, and finally stayed in front of a fragmented page.

Shu Wuxia stretched out his fingers, closed his eyes, poured spiritual energy into them, and the remaining scrolls were slowly repaired.

At this time, Lu Xiaochan's soul wandered out of his body, and returned to the clean and deserted place in his dream, and he turned into that little boy covered in bottles and cans.

A blank picture scroll hangs in front of the young boy - it is really a magic weapon "Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water" that can reflect desires.

He sat cross-legged in front of the scroll, and grabbed the plain-clothed man who was about to walk behind him.

"You don't want to see, what are the desires in my heart?"

The little boy squinted his eyes and smiled, took off the medicine pot on his waist with the other hand and shook it.

He originally thought that the man would walk away like every time before, but this time was different, he casually lifted his clothes and sat beside the young boy.

"Oh, it's really not easy to attract you! I have to think about what to show you!"

The young boy rubbed his hands together, closed his eyes and gulped down several mouthfuls of "Wine Crashing Immortals". After drinking this immortal wine, he couldn't hide his desire.

Suddenly, the medicine pot in his hand fell down, and the little boy fell forward and fell asleep just like that.

The man beside him took him into his arms with one hand, and hooked his medicine pot with the other.

On the originally empty scroll, the faint ink is smudged, flowing and gradually transforming into bright colors.

In the gentle wind, the first buds spit out the stamens, and the transparent and delicate petals slowly open towards the sun. The dew is dotted on the petals, and then falls down after a while of swaying.

The man's eyes seemed to be locked, watching the small flower that opened in the crevice of the stone from blooming to withering, and then to decaying.

Then there were crickets fighting, milk cats climbing trees, turtles swimming...followed by fireworks in the city, sugar cakes turned from a small piece into a fluffy golden color in the oil pan, and scones were pulled out of the oven Sizzling and oily...

The man slowly raised his hand and touched the scroll lightly.

The picture suddenly changed again, it was the clouds rushing in the sky, falling into the rays of the sun, illuminating the mountains and rivers, with majestic momentum.

The man stared intently.

The young boy in his arms muttered, rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Did I pass out just now? What's in the scroll?"

The man handed him the medicine pot and said, "You continue to drink."

"Why? I won't drink anymore! You drink! You drink and let me see what you think!"

"you drink."

"I won't!" The young boy put his hips on his hips and tilted his face.

The man stopped talking, put down the medicine pot and was about to get up, the little boy quickly grabbed him.

"I drink! I drink! Don't go!"

The man sat back down again.

The little boy turned his face sideways, raised the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes and gave a smirk, raised his head and drank a few more sips, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Once again, the blank picture scroll extended countless graceful lines, outlining enchanting figures one by one, and then forming a charming picture.

The man shook the little boy who was sleeping with his head tilted: "This one doesn't look good, think about something else."

The picture suddenly changed again, and it turned into a criss-cross of toasts. The men and women in it gathered together in an arty manner, drinking for fun, and even leaned together, very intimate.

The little boy was shaken again.

"It doesn't look good, change it."

The picture scroll turned into a bed, and on the bed were two people upside down... indescribable.

The man wanted to continue shaking the little boy, but when his finger was about to touch him, it felt like he had been burned, so he retracted it.

When the little boy opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the ground, and the people around him had long since disappeared.

The little boy tilted his neck and hummed: "Ouch! That annoying ghost left and didn't wake me up! My neck is crooked now!"

He packed up the scrolls, carried his medicine pot, and walked in the long and deep corridor in the dark night.

The little boy looked around, turned around and found that there was no light, and became scared.

"Help! Where is this place! Why can't I see anything!"

It was empty, nothing but darkness.

The little boy was so frightened that tears fell.

"Come out quickly! Take me out of here! Take me out of here! I don't want to be alone!"

At this time, Shu Wuxia's voice came from Lu Xiaochan's ear.

"Xiao Chan, wake up. You are dreaming."

The fairy lock on his wrist was suddenly tightened, which made him suddenly wake up.

"Xiao Chan, what's wrong with you?"

Through the quilt, Shu Wucha wrapped him up, hugged him, and strangled him tightly.

"I dreamed that I was in a very dark place, and then you disappeared."

"It won't be dark in the future." Shu Wucha said softly by Lu Xiaochan's ear.

"Why?"

"I found a way to show you."

Shu Wuxi turned his face to the side and looked at the burning incense burner on the table, the clear smoke stayed on a page of the scriptures.

——Entering the soul with a thousand-year-old cultivation base, flushing the fire of karma, and igniting the elixir, can open the eyes of wisdom and see all living beings.

"Really?" Lu Xiaochan raised her eyes.

"real."

Shu Wuxia's fingers touched Lu Xiaochan's back through the quilt.

All of a sudden, his aura rolled, like a river falling straight into the blue clouds, and all of it fell into Lu Xiaochan's body in an instant.

Lu Xiaochan only felt that in his blood, thousands of troops and horses came flying over, overwhelming mountains and seas, drowning him and destroying him.

His bones rattled, and the pill in his chest vibrated and was about to burst.

He is dying!

He's going to be smashed to pieces!

All of a sudden, gentle colors peeled off from the darkness in front of him, like shattered rays of light, and then the gap between the darkness and the light turned into a golden string, which suddenly split apart.

The feeling of splitting pain disappeared, his alchemy was full and light, and there was a figure in front of his eyes.

The silver-blue glass luster outlines the deep and moist eyes, which turn into pleasing skin, the lips that make Xiaochan's heart beat like drums, and the nose bones that are as unattainable as ice and high rivers. Elegance and strength go hand in hand.

He is far more amazing than what Lu Xiaochan imagined for thousands of times..., more desirable than the silently burning lights in the dark night, more charming than the moonlight among the clouds, everything about him floats in Lu Xiaochan's eyes quietly sneaked into his heart.

"Brother Wuxia...is that you?"

Lu Xiaochan stretched out her hand and was about to touch Shu Wucha's face, but the other side turned her face to avoid it.

"it's me."

"I... did I see it?"

"Ah."

Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide, carefully looking at the way the person in front of her lowered her eyes, it was thousands of times more moving than the nodding beauty described by the old beggar.

"Xiao Chan, go and see Kun Wu."

"Oh! That's right! I have to show the old liar, he is also known as the owner of the Tailing Pavilion! Instead, you cured my eyes!"

The author has something to say: Did any of the babies who bet before win?

Xiao Chan is Wu Chi's beloved brother, of course only Wu Chi can heal his eyes~

Xiaochan: I don't drink it!What are you doing to me with wine!

Shu Wuxia: After drinking it, I can't hide the thoughts in my mind, I want to see it.

Xiaochan: You have practiced for thousands of years, and in modern times, just watch movies!

Shu Wuxia: I just want to see what's in your mind.

Xiaochan: What are you looking at!

Shu Wuxia: See when you have me in your mind.

Fat Gua: At this moment when fireworks need to be set off, you don't speak up to celebrate Xiaochan's eyes being able to see. I'm really sorry for Brother Wuxia's thousand-year cultivation!