Since Li Chunjun reunited with Zhao Wujiang.
He saw a familiar yet unfamiliar Zhao Wujiang.
Full of mist, without the gentleness of the past, with a little more paranoia, and an increasingly evil spirit.
Change may be a good thing.
But he saw that Zhao Wujiang no longer had the same ambition as before.
In the past, Zhao Wujiang, even if he didn't want much, just wanted to be an official with peace of mind and live an ordinary and happy life with a bunch of beauties.
But this can be regarded as ambitious, because at that time, Zhao Wujiang could see the hope and desire for the future.
At that time, there was no boundless longing, and the whole body was full of dreams, which made people sympathize with it.
Now the borderless dream is shattered, shattered at the moment when the world collapses.
What Wujiang is doing now, instinctively, is all regret and unwillingness for the past, and grudges about his inability to do anything in the past.
So Wujiang's thoughts only stop at the moment when revenge ends.
He had asked Wujiang more than once what he wanted to do after leaving Daolian's secret realm.
Wujiang told him to find his wife and children and take revenge on Yue Bufan.
Then no.
He, Li Chunjun, didn't care at all about the mystery surrounding his disciple and old friend. He only cared that Wujiang's spirit was being wasted without even realizing it.
"When did I get this dust?" Zhao Wujiang frowned, and he suddenly smiled with relief.
I remembered the dark night when I slept soundly next to Yin Taoer.
He had two dreams.
Only then did he realize that he had not dreamed for a long, long time, especially after he entered the practice and the monks dreamed less and less, why did he continue to dream.
The first dream was that he desperately wanted to know the truth.
The second one is his deepest desire and his vision for his future.
He hoped that one day, everything would be over, his enemies would be killed, his relatives and friends would be reunited, and he could finally calm down and live an ordinary life.
No matter it's wind, flowers, snow, or flowers in front of the moon, no matter what you do, it will be peaceful and quiet, and no one will disturb you.
But for a long time, he was obsessed with the past and instinctively suppressed his longing for the future.
Thus, the dream was born, because subconsciously, he had always longed for it.
It seems to be an erotic dream, but in fact it is the deepest desire in his heart. He hopes that one day, everything will be stable, he will embrace his lover, and everything will go well.
Li Chunjun looked at Zhao Wujiang, who showed no change but was getting brighter and brighter, and he laughed sincerely:
"What are you thinking? What do you want?"
"Well..." Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath and leaned back on the chair:
"My wife and children are on the hot bed."
"How many?" Li Chunjun's eyes were playful, with a smile that all men knew, a bit wretched.
"I'll count." Zhao Wujiang spread his hands.
Li Chunjun smiled and shook his head:
"You're young and don't know how to exercise restraint..."
"You won't find out until you get older..." Zhao Wujiang took over the conversation:
"It's better to indulge in it."
"Hahahahaha..." Li Chunjun laughed:
"This should be you.
If you are uninhibited, you don't know how high the sky is, how thick the yellow earth is, and you don't realize that there are many women, you can still practice it and you will be successful. "
Zhao Wujiang was also infected by laughter:
"Ah? Have I been like this before?"
"You are like this now, just like before." Li Chunjun's heart dropped. Perhaps it was his own enlightenment, but he saw the high-spirited look in Zhao Wujiang again.
He is very happy.
So he sighed with emotion and recited the poem about the garden full of spring scenery that Zhao Wujiang once recited:
"Have you ever said that life is more than just two masses of white snow in front of you and a wet field?"
"boom!"
Just as Zhao Wujiang was about to laugh, the door was pushed open violently, and Xuanyuan Jing, who looked like a handsome young man, and Linlang, who looked like Xiaojiabiyu, burst into the house.
"Li Chunjun, just now you seemed to say that he has many women. Tell me, apart from us, who else does he have other women..." Xuanyuan Jing shook his folding fan and stood behind Li Chunjun, his eyes focused:
"Tell me everything you know."
You've been eavesdropping, right? You still focus on keywords like this, right? Zhao Wujiang looked like a kitten with a look of despair on his face.
