Volume 1 Shan Zhilan Chapter 540: Whose drunken life and dream death

Style: Fantasy Author: LiexiWords: 3942Update Time: 24/01/18 09:57:26
As Minghui said, just after noon the next day, Li Ye had just finished sweeping the square outside the main hall and returned to the small courtyard. Minghui helped a group of monks move a few large vats and push hundreds of kilograms of rice. Come to the door.

As soon as she saw this appearance, Nangong Ruyu laughed, walked up and took Minghui's hand and said, "Master, are you looking for something for me to do?"

Ming Hui looked at her and smiled and said: "Yu'er, do you want to help the master? Someday, the master will have someone bring delicious food back from the mountain for Yu'er."

Seeing that Li Ye didn't say a word, Yu'er had no choice but to pull Li's sleeve and shake it, and Li Ye had no choice but to smile with her.

"Well, since the master has agreed to help the master, Yu'er will go with the master." I don't know since when, at a young age, she has learned to call the master's words in everything.

I don’t know if he taught her accidentally.

Minghui looked at him and said, "I brought four jars here. You can't be as greedy as the old Taoist priest."

Looking at Ming Hui, Li Ye had a strange expression on his face and said with a smile: "Xuan Tian Guan does not prohibit alcohol. The master wants to leave some thoughts for the uncles in the temple."

Minghui felt a little sad when she thought about Qingxu's ascension, and she didn't know when we would not see each other again.

He said calmly: "It's not the first day he met an alcoholic. What did he do already? If it were me, I would have collected hundreds of jars of wine in Xuantian Temple."

Li Ye didn't expect that he would think like this, and couldn't help but laugh: "Master probably wants me to learn this unique skill of wine-making. After all, once the wine addict leaves, these five realms..."

I haven’t said that there is no more Dionysus in the Five Realms, but I think Minghui should understand.

What practitioners pay attention to is the state of mind and will. As long as you understand it, there is no need to elaborate.

However, Li Ye and Minghui didn't care so much. After all, they had similar temperaments and they knew each other very well.

The reputation of the wine addict is indeed very great. He is probably the only one in the five realms who can sell a jar of wine for tens of thousands of gold. If he leaves, there is no chance that there will really be no wine god in the five realms.

In Li Ye's eyes, the drunkard had already blended his energy and energy into the wine, brewing a vat of fine wine, just like meeting his lover back then.

Uneasy and happy at the same time.

However, Li Ye could not understand the mood of a drunkard at the moment, because he had not brewed his own wine. A jar of wine could make him cry and be drunk all day long.

Minghui, who had been standing quietly, suddenly said: "Now that everything is ready, junior brother, hurry up and get started before the weather gets hotter."

He also knew that no matter how hot it was, the wine would have a sour taste that wouldn't go away.

Looking at Nangong Ruyu who was jumping up and down, Li Ye said: "Yu'er comes and makes tea with the master, the master goes to clean the water tank, and Xiaohua goes to fetch water."

"I know." Nangong Ruyu, who had been flipping through the water tank and playing with rice for a while, clapped her little hands and sat down on the stool in front of Minghui, enjoying a rare moment of silence.

If Nangong Xuanyuan were here, she would definitely be surprised. As soon as this little ancestor opens her eyes in the Nangong family, she is the master who can't stop, and no one can do anything to her.

Because the whole family loves her and is unwilling to hurt her.

Only Li Ye, who disciplined her from time to time and loved her in every possible way, could occasionally make her calm down.

Even so, Li Ye was satisfied.

After all, this is a little monster, a being more powerful than himself. Maybe one day the woman in white will be in a good mood and come to him to ask for someone.

In his eyes, the woman in white is no weaker than Mr.

"Master, do you want to stay and have lunch with Yu'er?" Nangong Ruyu tilted her head and asked, looking at Minghui who was making a fire.

She was startled, then touched his little head and said, "Master, you have eaten. Are Yu'er hungry?"

Nangong Ruyu thought for a moment and replied honestly: "I'm a little hungry. When Master and Xiaohua finish washing these big water tanks, they will make lunch for Yu'er."

Ming Hui nodded, thinking that her junior brother had taught that guy Wu Xin's daughter very well, unlike Wu Xin who was like a piece of wood who only stayed in front of the Buddha and chanted sutras.

He was thinking this in his heart, but he couldn't tell it on his face. He looked at Li Ye and asked, "After you finish brushing, let's cook first. The child needs to eat."

"It'll be ready soon. It's only four jars, so it won't take much effort." Li Ye also knew that the little guy was hungry, but he also wanted her to be hungry for a while, so that she could taste the taste of hunger.

Xiaohua looked at Yu'er and smiled and said: "Yu'er, you are a greedy cat. You ate so much in the morning, and now you are hungry again."

After touching her belly, Nangong Yu'er returned thoughtfully: "Master said that Yu'er is growing and she gets hungry quickly!"

Li Ye was stunned, thinking that you must be too eloquent.

Ming Hui looked at the master and apprentice and laughed and said, "Junior brother is not bad!"

Li Ye asked unconfidently: "Senior brother, what is so good about me?"

Minghui looked at him with satisfaction and said, "You brewed these four tanks of wine and taught this little guy well. Such knowledge and kindness are very good."

Nangong Ruyu smelled the aroma of the tea brewed by Ming Hui, squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "The tea brewed by Master is good."

When Ming Hui heard this, she couldn't help but start writing. She patted her hand and said, "Yu'er, you're not bad either."

Nangong Ruyu chuckled and said, "Master, Yu'er, Master, and Master are all good. Well, Xiaohua is also good."

In her little heart, anyone who treats her well is good.

...

Minghui drank two cups of tea and left the small courtyard to go to her Buddhist hall before Li Ye finished cleaning up.

Nangong Ruyu glanced at Li Ye and asked, "Master and Master left without saying anything. Does he not like Yu'er anymore?"

Li Ye smiled and said, "Master is sleepy. Would you like Yu'er to go back to the house and take a nap?"

Nangong Ruyu nodded and replied: "It seems there are some. Sister Xiaohua, will you accompany Yu'er?"

Xiaohua followed her with a towel, carefully wiped the oil stains on her face, and wiped her hands clean before pulling her into the house.

"When you feel sleepy from now on, just wash your face and go to bed, you know?" Xiaohua said softly.

"Isn't Sister Xiaohua here?"

"What if I'm not here?"

"How come Sister Xiaohua isn't here?"

"Forget it, I really admire you."

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Li Ye shook his head and laughed. He was young and cute, with no worries or worries. Those days have long since left him.

He now understood why his husband said that the days on Tianshan Mountain would be the happiest time in his life.

At that time, he was just like Nangong Ruyu now.

"It's great to be young and frivolous, to be young and ignorant, to be young and happy."

There is no possibility of breaking through the formless Dharmakaya for the time being. The swords of my sister and Princess Wutong have been forged, and my own Prajna Sword has also been sharpened and is waiting to be unsheathed.

After he calmed down, he really only spent time practicing with Yu'er besides making wine.

When tempering Nangong Ruyu, it was like tempering his own state of mind, allowing him to regain the mood he had in Tianshan.

After the two masters left Fangcun Mountain, it was time for me to go back to the imperial city to see my parents and my husband and wife.

The only thing that gave him a headache was whether to take Nangong Ruyu with him when he left the Buddhist capital. She would definitely not be happy if he didn't take her with him, but he couldn't always take Xiaohua with him.

The little flower should also have its own life.

Thinking of these troublesome things, he felt that he should find a time to have a good talk with Wu Xin.

He can't just live in the mountains. His life should be in the Nangong family. This is his promise to Nangong Xuanyuan. I can't take Nangong Ruyu all over the world, can I?

But in a blink of an eye, he thought of the entrustment given to him by the woman in white. It was a kind of entrustment, entrusting Nangong Ruyu's life and death to him, and there could be no mistakes.

Thinking about it this way, he didn't dare to leave her alone in the Nangong family. If something happened to Nangong Ruyu, the woman in white would probably destroy Wuxin's family in a rage.

When a woman was angry, especially a woman who was more powerful than her husband, Li Ye didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He, who had a head as big as an ox, also pushed open the door and fell on the bed.

...

The next day, she went to sweep the floor in front of the main hall as usual. Nangong Ruyu completed the day's training in the small courtyard, and followed him to squat on the steps of the hall, looking at the master who was sweeping the floor with his head down.

At a young age, I didn't understand why my father called the master "Little Master Uncle" and why the master came here to sweep the floor every day.

Could it be that the master just said that there was no food to eat?

She decided to ask her father a question another day.

After returning to the Prajna Temple and sweeping the grounds for a few days, Li Ye took all his thoughts back to the Prajna Temple. His mind was completely empty, with no sadness or joy, and he could only do the homework before him seriously.

Sweep away the dust on the ground and sweep away the dust in your heart.

Returning to the small courtyard, I fed Nangong Ruyu and took a nap myself until Shen Shi got up and started cooking the rice washed in the morning on the pot.

As summer has just begun, it’s time to start brewing wine.

Xiaohua was helping on the side. This was not the first time they had done this. Both of them were much more proficient in their movements. It took less than two hours to steam the food and take it out of the pot, then spread it out in the shed to cool.

Wait for Li Ye to mix the wine koji and mix it in.

Li Ye told Xiaohua the preparation and method of the koji, and he also hoped that Xiaohua could pass on Jiuzhi's brewing technology.

Nangong Ruyu followed behind and chattered: "Sister Xiaohua, from now on Yu'er and the master go out to practice, you can make wine with grandpa at home, and go to the street to exchange lots and lots of gold coins for Yuerhua."

When Xiaohua heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. She stretched out her hand to pinch her face and spat, "I didn't expect that Yu'er is not only a greedy cat, but also a little money addict."

Li Ye couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking that there was no girl around him who was not greedy for money, except for the princess.

Sometimes people really need to let go of themselves, and just practice and do things desperately without thinking about anything. This may not solve any troubles, but it can make you calm down temporarily, calm down, and no longer be as impetuous as before.

Maybe many years later we will discover that the problem is not that serious, but right now, many people are stuck in it and cannot figure it out, unable to get out of the quagmire.

When the last pot of steamed rice came out, Li Ye inadvertently thought of Mu Mu again.

The Mu Mu who transformed into a golden phoenix, spit out the fierce flames of Phoenix Nirvana that filled the sky, burned the demon path, and saved herself, the little girl who left two spiritual fruits for herself in the woods above the Tianshan Mountains.

The Bai Mumu who made her happy and in pain.

A sister who calls her brother after her all day long.

The night was getting late, Xiaohua had taken Nangong Ruyu back to his room to rest, and Li Ye was still mixing the last two tanks of distiller's yeast. He wanted to complete the brewing process tonight.

The sky is a waxing moon, shining dimly and dimly over the small courtyard.

Just like his mood at the moment.

The heart is very blank, empty and empty. My heart hurts, like an arrow piercing my heart!

With half a bright moon, almost anything can enter Li Ye's heart, because nothing grows here.

And nothing can enter his heart, because the blank space here cannot accommodate anything.

The owner there has spread his wings and flies to the nine heavens.

He suddenly remembered that year, his master took him to Zizhuyuan to seek apprenticeship with his husband. The gentleman asked him why he wanted to learn skills from his master. Li Ye replied: His heart is in the sky, and he is in the abyss.

Now he understands that although the words he said that day were childish, they also became a prophecy, dooming his separation from Mu Mu.

The phoenix is ​​flying, above the nine heavens.

Li Ye's presence on the ground was tantamount to being in an abyss.

There are no pear trees in the courtyard. There is only one green pear tree in the bluestone courtyard of Xuantian Temple.

Suddenly there was the fragrance of flowers at night, a flower swaying with a smile in the night wind...

Looking along the scent of flowers, Li Ye saw a flower blooming inadvertently on the stone wall where he had left. Swinging gently in the summer night.

Suddenly there was a flower in the small courtyard. The fragrance of the flower was like that of a departing beauty, and the flowers were as white as Mu Mu's white dress.

Li Ye smiled involuntarily.

A flower appeared in the summer night wind and lived in his blank heart.

"Mumu..." Holding the wine vat with both hands, he burst into tears again. Lines of tears ran down his cheeks, like pearls, dripping into the wine vat, turning into the newly brewed wine. In the wine made.

The stars look like they are not last night,

For whom is the wind dew standing at midnight?

Whose three lives and three lives?

Whose drunkenness and dreams...