'Fu Qingjin, if it weren't for you, why would I drink, drink …'
'Who's Fu Qingjin? 'What did I drink?'
"Bam!"
"F * ck you!" Li Qingshan downed the tea in one gulp and smashed the teapot on the ground. He tossed the willow branch aside and strode toward the building.
"Fu Qingjin, get out here!"
'Although I've forgotten who you are!'
…
The alliance meeting required all Foundation Establishment cultivators to participate, but not all of them were required.
The Hundred Schools of Thought, the Painter's Abode.
After dismissing all the disciples, Chu Shidao propped himself up from the bed and walked to the window. He gazed at the beautiful spring scenery outside and the sparkling willow branches.
His eyes flickered as well. 'I really don't want to die!'
In a cultivator's life, what he sought was' longevity '. It was because there was hope as long as he was alive, and everything in front of him would be possible.
He forced himself to turn around and carefully took out the scroll painting from his clothes and slowly unfolded it.
The person in the painting was staring at him with eyes as dark as ink. The cyan dress and rouge lips were all the things he had drawn in the past, but now it seemed different.
"Ah Yan, I'm hungry."
As soon as Chu Shidao said that, a fragrance wafted into his nose. It was not the fragrance of cosmetics, but the fragrance of ink.
"You're always stuffing me in your clothes. The paint is all dried."
The woman walked out of the painting and snatched the scroll painting from Chu Shidao's hands, hanging it on the wall.
As if she did not notice the gradually thickening aura of death on Chu Shidao's face, she touched her skin in front of the mirror. Without asking what he wanted to eat, she walked to the kitchen. Soon, the smell of smoke wafted over, followed by the smell of food.
Chu Shidao sat down with his hands on the table. He took out a vine-yellow wine pot and placed it on the table without much hesitation. He opened the lid and poured the golden liquid he got from Ru Xin into the pot.
It did not take long. Ah Yan served the dishes. Chu Shidao tasted it. "It's too salty."
"Don't eat if you don't want to," Ah Yan said in annoyance.
The wine was poured into two cups, and the two of them touched their hands lightly. Both of them drank it without saying a word.
It was not an awkward silence. They had known each other for a hundred years, and they had already said everything they wanted to say. Even if one of them wanted to say something, as soon as their eyes met, they felt that there was no need to speak.
"Are you hiding something from me?" Ah Yan looked at Chu Shidao suspiciously. There was something in his eyes today that she couldn't see through.
"How can I hide anything from you?" Chu Shidao smiled and raised his cup again.
Not long after. A pot of wine was emptied.
"This wine is so strange. Why do I feel like I'm drunk?" Ah Yan held her forehead, feeling a little dizzy.
"I'm also a little tipsy." Chu Shidao smiled faintly, the past rising like dust. They all drifted away, along with the last shred of vitality in his body.
With a soft clang, the cups, plates, and plates on the table shook. Chu Shidao was sprawled on the table. Motionless, he passed away.
With a crash, Ah Yan stood up and bumped into a chair. "Huh? You … who are you?"
Before the sorrow had time to spread, she became confused. The more she tried to think back, the more she tried to grasp something, the more it turned into smoke.
Her face inexplicably heated up. She touched her cheeks, which were already moist, and tears poured out like a spring.
The spring scenery outside the window became more and more brilliant.
…
While everyone was attracted by the Moon Devil in the Watermirror Disc, Ru Xin didn't care about the arrival of this terrible demon at all. She asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
Li Qingshan had appeared very calm in his confrontation with Fu Qingjin, but Ru Xin could sense his nervousness. This had nothing to do with his meticulousness. Li Qingshan's acting was flawless.
Telepathy? Ru Xin snorted at this. What good would it do to have telepathy with him? At the same time, she couldn't help but feel anxious for him. She immediately thought of the existence of the "Water of Forgetfulness."
She had never drunk the Water of Forgetfulness. She only found a few mortals. Under the temptation of a large sum of money, no one was interested in her memory. She didn't even think that a certain part of her body could be worth so much money, so she sold it without hesitation.
The effect seemed to be good. Of course, her Water of Forgetfulness didn't have the power of the legendary Soup of Mengpo, which could wash away one's memory. Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to give it to Li Qingshan.
Its effect was roughly the opposite of the Water of Forgetfulness. The Water of Forgetfulness allowed one to remember whatever they wanted to remember, but the Water of Forgetfulness made one forget what they wanted to remember. When she was refining it, she referred to the formula of the Water of Forgetfulness. She chose many medicinal herbs with opposite properties and improved them.
Because of this, she could ensure that she could erase Chu Shidao's memory of the beauty in the painting without losing her spirituality.
Although the mythological beast Xie Zhi was known to be able to distinguish between right and wrong, it could only point to the heart and see through lies. If the heart forgot, the Xie Zhi couldn't distinguish it.
"Do I look fine to you?" Li Qingshan stared at Ru Xin, and there was no trace of unfamiliarity in his eyes.
"You still remember me?" Ru Xin said in surprise. He should have forgotten whatever he was thinking about now.
"Even if I forget someone, I can't forget you!" Li Qingshan shook his head, as if he was desperately fighting against the efficacy of the Water of Forgetfulness. He wanted to engrave the woman in his eyes deeply in his heart and never forget her.
Ru Xin's heart thumped, and her cheeks were dyed with a faint crimson.
"You still owe me a lot of medicinal pills!"
However, Li Qingshan's next words made Ru Xin slightly stunned. She looked as usual and said with a smile, "Didn't you use the rest of the medicinal pills to buy the Water of Forgetfulness?"
"When!?"
"Oh, you forgot."
"Don't lie to me. How could I forget? Give me some Water of Forgetfulness, that is the antidote!"
Li Qingshan stretched out his hand. Although there was no way to deceive the magical power of Xie Zhi, under the suppression of the Spirit Turtle, it was not difficult to control his own thoughts and restrain the power of the Water of Forgetfulness.
However, after going back and forth, his mind was always a little muddled, so he asked the initiator in front of him for the antidote.
Ru Xin said indifferently, "If you have the ability, think about it yourself!"
Li Qingshan was slightly stunned, "Are you angry?"
"Huh?" Ru Xin came back to her senses, but found that she was a little angry in her heart.
Li Qingshan smiled maliciously, "It seems that I have to discuss it with Qiongzhi."
"Discuss what?"
"It's actually normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, right?" Li Qingshan smiled. In this regard, his ambition was not small at the beginning. Thinking that Chu Tian could have a woman on his left and right, his request did not seem too much.
As soon as this thought came up, it spread like weeds. Looking at Ru Xin, her eyes were a little different.
The two had been talking in the way of voice transmission. In order to avoid being noticed by others, they both looked forward and communicated with the corner of their eyes.
But after hearing this sentence, Ru Xin turned her head and smiled sweetly. She ran her spiritual energy, and her voice blasted on Li Qingshan's eardrum like thunder, "Dream on!"
"I won!" Li Qingshan smiled silently, his lips opened and closed, deliberately using the word "say".
When the two got along, they always joked constantly to provoke each other's emotions. Even Li Qingshan himself could not tell how serious these jokes were.
He only felt that interacting with Ru Xin had always been very easy. Just Now, after taking the Water of Oblivion and enduring Fu Qingjin's news, Ru Xin must have known some of his secrets, such as him meeting the Soaring Dragon Elder, and even the Soaring Dragon Elder's sumeru ring was in his hands.
However, he was not worried at all. He felt a wondrous sense of trust. Seeing how Ru Xin was still fuming, Li Qingshan smiled. "If you want to keep the pill, then keep it. There's not much left anyway. It's just a bottle of medicine. It's not enough for me to forget about you. It's not like you're granny Meng!"
Hearing Li Qingshan's words, Ru Xin did not know what to feel. She suddenly came back to her senses, "I'm not Meng Po … Looks like this Water of Oblivion doesn't have much effect on cultivators. Master Chu should be fine, right? It's just a painting. "
…
"Master!"
When the Hundred Schools of Thought sensed the disappearance of Chu Shidao's presence, the disciples of the School of Thought could no longer care about the ban. They barged into the abode and cried out. They could not hold back their tears as they sobbed.
Then, they saw their "master's wife" standing before the dining table at a loss. Although her face was covered in tears, she did not seem very sad. She seemed very lost. They were all very displeased, "Master is really crazy. How can a painting be worth his life's work?"
No one paid attention to her. The group carefully placed Chu Shidao on the bed and covered him with a white cloth. They carried him to the main hall and waited for Chu Danqing, the direct disciple, to return and make the decision.
Her hand was stretched out in the air alone, but she did not know what to do. She felt like she had returned to a hundred years ago, when she had just been painted.
Painting!
She suddenly turned her head and looked at the blank paper on the wall. She looked at the corner of the paper, at the seal that had faded to a dark red. She looked at the words "Chu Shidao" over and over again.
In the bamboo loft, the youth frowned. Although he was very dissatisfied with his "clumsy work", he still stamped his seal.
That was the first time they had met.
Time flowed like water, and the scattered memories gathered together once again. The first time she spoke to him, the first time she cooked for him, the first time she quarreled with him. It was because she had purposely tarnished his new painting of a beauty. Who told him to be so infatuated with it?
A faint smile appeared in her eyes. A hundred years had passed in a flash, and it was as if she had experienced it all again. She suddenly smiled. "How could I forget?" She then scolded, "Old thing, doing such a boring thing."
As she spoke and scolded, she walked into the blank paper.
A disciple of the School of Painting came back to retrieve Chu Shidao's clothes. He was waiting for Chu Danqing to return so that he could bathe and change Chu Shidao's clothes, but he realized that "she" was no longer there.
He looked around and saw the painting on the wall. The beauty was still smiling, but that smile was gradually becoming blurry.
The disciple of the School of Painting rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting that he was seeing things.
The beauty in the painting gradually melted, turning into rouge and cyan paint that flowed down from the paper.
In the blink of an eye, the colors flowed away, leaving only a blank piece of paper. A spring breeze blew through the door, causing the painting to sway. Only the dark red seal in the corner was left, still the same. (To be continued …)
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