Looking at the appearance of the young man in white, he seemed to be very similar to the man lying in the pharmacy.
Su Yu leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand and saluted, inviting Nangong Qi to come forward and take a seat: "Young Master - please!"
Nangong Qi immediately raised his hand, saluted the three of them, and said, "Nangong Qi, I met three of them."
Hua Canling smiled slightly and said: "It turns out to be the famous Dean of Chenxing Academy in Da Yang Mansion. Please forgive me for my inconvenience and inability to return the courtesy. Please sit down!"
Nangong Qi frowned slightly and looked at the white-haired old man sitting in the wheelchair, feeling that he was extraordinary. And he actually knew that he must be an old master in the world.
Dongfang Chu bowed slightly and saluted, and said softly: "I'm Dongfang Chu, this is my grandpa Hua Canngling."
When Nangong Qi heard Hua Canling's name, he couldn't help being shocked, his eyes reflected, and he said in surprise: "It turns out to be Senior Hua, disrespectful! Senior Hua's six-path swordsmanship is unparalleled in this world! I heard that Senior Hua has been there for six years I went to Jijian Pavilion to practice swordsmanship in seclusion, how could I..."
Hua Canling sighed, shook his head helplessly and said, "It's a long story, so I might as well not mention it."
Seeing that he didn't want to mention it further, Nangong Qi nodded and took a seat. The elegant and calm young man in white also sat down next to him.
Although he had never seen this person before, he always felt that there was a familiar feeling about him. This feeling seemed to be very similar to when he met Su Yu at the beginning of the year, so he said: "I haven't asked you yet, who is this young master... "
The young man in white had a face like a peach blossom, nodded and smiled, and said, "I'm You Yue."
Nangong Qi nodded slowly and said, "It turns out to be Mr. Youyue. The young man in the pharmacy looks very similar to you."
Youyue smiled slowly and said: "He is your younger brother, his name is Youruo. He suffers from a strange illness of being unable to wake up from a long sleep. He came here specifically to seek medical treatment in Blue Moon Valley."
Nangong Qi nodded slowly and said, "That's it..."
You Yue stretched out her hand to lift the white jade wine bottle, poured a glass of wine for Nangong Qi, and asked, "I just saw Mr. Nangong coming in a hurry. He seemed to be carrying a patient on his back."
Nangong Qi looked sad and sighed: "It's my apprentice Ye Zhenfeng. He was injured by the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord before. Later, I met him in Fengyou Valley. But when I met him, He was injured and almost died, so I took him to Blue Moon Valley for medical treatment."
Dongfang Chu said: "The Moon Worshiping Demon Lord is really hateful. Not only did he cause trouble in the Sword Soul Sect, but he also killed many people! Could the person who attacked Mr. Ye in Fengyou Valley also be the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord?"
Nangong Qi shook his head and said: "I don't know this, but if he had taken action in Fengyou Valley, my apprentice would have no chance to survive until now..."
Hua Canling looked at Nangong Qi and said: "Moon Worshiping Demon Lord is really harmful to people. He led the Heavenly Demon Sect to cause harm to the world. If I hadn't had my hand tendons and hamstrings broken by someone and ended up like this, I would not have allowed him to be so rampant. !”
Nangong Qi felt sad, stretched out his hand to lift the glass of hyacinth wine that Su Yu poured for him, and drank it slowly.
They would never have imagined that the so-called Moon Worshiping Demon Lord Su Yu was right in front of them.
Su Yu looked at Nangong Qi and said: "I heard that the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord was once the deacon of Da Yang Mansion, and was also a good friend of Mr. Nangong. I wonder what Mr. Nangong thinks of the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord? I think Mr. Nangong must hate him in his heart. Get through him!"
Nangong Qi absentmindedly sipped the wine in his glass, feeling that no matter how beautiful the wine was, it was now tasteless. He couldn't help but sigh and said with a bitter smile: "Everyone in the world thinks I should kill him, and I also think I should kill him, but ...but I still can't do it..."
Su Yu said oh.
Hua Canling was so angry that he was shaking all over, and said: "How can Mr. Nangong be so kind to women? Could it be that you still take into account your previous friendship?"
Dongfang Chu was also puzzled and said: "He is unkind to you. He won't even let go of your apprentice. Why do you still treat him deeply?"
Nangong Qi smiled bitterly and sighed: "I should have killed him with one sword. It is a natural thing to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, but every time I raised my sword to kill him, I couldn't do it. I would rather die than have any way to kill him."
The wine glass that Su Yu placed on his lips couldn't help but trembled. The wine in his hand spilled onto his clothes. As the coldness of the wine penetrated his clothes, he felt a pain in his heart.
There are traces of wine on the clothes, and the lingering feelings are lingering. Thousands of mountains are covered with snow at dusk, and all of them fall into your eyes.
Nangong Qi poured himself another glass of wine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, saying: "So... I have been drinking continuously during these days, trying to use alcohol to numb myself and make myself forget everything. Haha. Haha! It would be great if I could really forget everything and write everything off in one stroke... Hahaha! I was born to be a boogie person, but I ended up being the one in the song? Hahaha! Hahaha!"
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but pour another glass and drank it. When he drank, he looked so painful. He knew that the wine could not relieve him, but it was like drinking life-saving medicine.
Watching him pour himself one glass after another and drink, it was hard to stop the pain in his heart. Hua Canling and Dongfang Chu both sighed helplessly. Hua Canling knew that he was depressed and wanted to vent his inner feelings through drinking.
He couldn't bear to disturb him anymore and turned to Dongfang Chu and said: "Chu Chu, the night is cold and the wind is blowing. I'm a little drunk. You can push grandpa back to rest."
"Yes, grandpa..."
The grandfather and grandson left silently, leaving only Nangong Qi and Su Yu in the Xiangsi Pavilion.
Su Yu felt that time had suddenly faded away, as if he had returned to the past again. Originally, he thought that he would never have the chance to sit down and drink with Nangong Qi again in this life, but he didn't expect that the dream he had dreamed thousands of times would now come true.
This feeling is very ethereal and unreal, making people feel filled with a trace of joy, a trace of jealousy, a trace of excitement, a trace of helplessness...
The person he missed in his heart but didn't dare to touch was right beside him. He just changed his face and identity, and seemed to become much calmer when facing him. If I were not the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, but really Youyue, maybe everything would be much simpler.
He stretched out his hand to hold down the hand that continued to pour wine, and then said with concern: "Mr. Nangong, don't drink anymore, drinking too much will harm your body..."
"I just want to get drunk..."
"Why are you bothering?"
His white hair hung lightly, he looked up at him, shook his head and said: "You don't know the pain in my heart. I'm afraid only wine can relieve this pain..."
There were tears in Youyue's eyes, and she sighed deeply and said, "You should have forgotten the person you shouldn't have thought about."
Nangong Qi smiled bitterly and said: "If people can control their hearts and not think about someone, then they won't be so painful. I can't do it unless someone cuts my heart in half with a knife. In half.”
The petals of the peach blossoms blew gently in the wind, and the wind chimes hanging on the branches rang. The bright moon shone on Nangong Qi's face, which looked like a banished immortal. His white jade-like face looked a little haggard. He seemed more mature than before. I lost some weight.
A pair of light-colored eyes seemed to have such a hint of death and despair, which made people feel heartbroken.
A shallow cup of wine cannot express deep affection, and a thin red lip cannot reveal the tenderness of one's heart.
In the end, Su Yu couldn't persuade him and could only let him drink continuously. He sat next to him and accompanied him silently.
Su Yu is the source of sadness in Nangong Qi's heart, but Su Yu himself cannot relieve this sadness for him. Many times, he had the impulse to give up his identity as the Demon Lord for Nangong Qi...
The night is as cool as water and the wind
Blowing silence, the flowers sleep deep in the night.
Su Yu helped the drunk Nangong Qi back to the room. Nangong Qi was lying on the bed. His loose white clothes were light and open, his temperament was cold, his slightly open chest exuded a soft color like white porcelain, and his fingers were slender and soft.
Su Yu stretched out his hand and gently took off the white jade hairpin that bound his hair. His long white hair was as silky as strands, and softly scattered on the pillow like satin. His whole person seemed to be reflected in the water. A tree of white pear trees looks like snow.
Nangong Qi's eyelashes are long, the bridge of his nose is high, his lips are as thin as flowers, and his clothes are slightly open. On his snow-white neck, the beautiful Adam's apple is like a mountain peak, and his thin collarbone is like two shallow crescents.
His fair and delicate face showed the bright red color that only appears after drunkenness, and coupled with his light-colored blurred eyes, he looked as beautiful as an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.
"Fourteen, don't go..." He murmured in his drunken dream and gently held his arm.
The lonely light shines on your face, and your drunken eyes and peach blossom cheeks.
A soft call hooks your heart, feeling every inch of lovesickness and every inch of hurt.
"Nangong Qi, Nangong Qi..." Su Yu sighed and stared at him quietly, with countless thoughts in his heart. Those who love deeply hide their hearts without speaking, and those who have missed them for a long time do not speak to the world in their dreams. At this moment, all he could see were memories of the past. All the thoughts in my heart belong to him...
He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently stroked the corners of Nangong Qi's eyes. He was so incredibly beautiful, even every fine line on the corners of his eyes looked so beautiful.
Su Yu's fingers gently slid across Nangong Qi's jade-like cheeks and landed on his pink and tender lips. His thumb gently rubbed Nangong Qi's red lips back and forth. Those lips were so alluring and heart-strings. Tremble. Su Yu's wide sleeves were like reeds, gently sliding over his snow-white neck, teasing his intoxicating spring beauty.
His drunken murmurs were full of melancholy, with a bit of broken beauty, which made people's hearts tender and couldn't bear to be hurt.
The fingertips are soft, the thoughts are like strings, and the glitz is messed up. My love is so lingering, who can I tell it to? They all endow this love with longing, twist it into peach blossoms and rub the broken heart, and give it to the east wind.
In the dream, there are flowers and a full moon, and I don’t know that I am a guest. The white sleeves dance, the splendor turns, the flying flowers carry the full sleeves, soaking the skirts, and the peach blossoms are all over the trees. Once the spring is over, the clouds and smoke pass through the gap, and the love is broken. The wind and frost years change the appearance, dyeing the dusk and the night is still young. After all, it is a dilemma between love and hate.
As his fingers caressed his face gently, Nangong Qi felt like he was dreaming but not dreaming, half awake but not awake. He reached out and held Su Yu's hand tightly, fearing that he would leave.
The rain is like a piano, thinking of you makes me sick.
Su Yu's heart at this moment was like a peach blossom tree. When the wind trembled, the peach blossoms all withered. It is the powerful blooming of the flowering period, and it is also the flourishing and withering of the flowering period.
When he no longer lives as the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, the relationship between them seems to have become much simpler, as if there is an illusion that they are separated from each other, as if everything can be started from scratch, as if they have returned to the past. .
The night was quieter, and old dreams were like clouds and smoke, quietly and undercurrent, shrouding the two people.
At this moment, a light rain fell outside the window. The hazy night rain made the night dark, seeming to cover the surroundings with an invisible sadness.
The wind chimes hanging outside the window were spinning gently in the rain, looking lonely and lonely, making a vague sound...
The small building listened to the spring rain all night, and the red candle flickered to illuminate the lover.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step will lead to dawn.
pharmacy.
There are two medicine jars placed on the small red clay stove. The medicine jars exude the aroma of medicine. The white smoke is like white mist, gently covering the house. The light rain outside the window gently wets the green moss in front of the steps, and a gust of wind mixes it. The rain poured in from the window, and the wind chime hanging on the window rang softly.
