In the dim dusk, when the tired birds in the mountains return to their nests, Amu, who has been busy all day, regains his appearance as Li Xiuyuan.
Just when everyone at the bottom of the mountain was talking about the battle last night, asking about the strange woman, and Wang Yizhi who was supposed to appear on the snow mountain, but then disappeared.
Li Xiuyuan has already pruned half of the apricot trees on the mountain.
The living room was cleaned once, and my own room was also thoroughly cleaned, making it look instantly refreshed.
Lying under the eaves, a pot of spiritual tea is brewing beside me.
In my ears I can hear the chirping of birds returning to their nests all over the mountain, as well as the sounds of autumn insects.
In this way, his ears finally calmed down and he no longer had to worry about the troubles of the people down the mountain.
As Xiaoguang said, Wang Yi, who woke up this time, would probably not dare to drink casually again for many years.
Ten years, two glasses of wine with a woman.
A glass of wine forced him to agree to help the woman kill the young master of Lantian Villa, because he also had to go to an appointment to fight.
A glass of wine made him so drunk that he didn't know where he was.
He gave this woman the opportunity to pretend to be him, and had a life-and-death battle with Jin Wuming on the snow-capped mountains. In the end, she almost succeeded in begging for mercy.
And these trivial things are not things he wants to care about, nor are they things he is willing to care about.
Just like The autumn flowers and autumn moon in front of him cannot move his mood. He just wants to make this water-like time pass quickly, so that the time of a certain year and a certain month can't move him. The day comes earlier.
Wangshan lives alone, and even Qingyu and the old man Hong Yuanhai can't come up as long as he doesn't want to.
She closed her eyes and rested her mind, thinking that Gao Yuer'er was still half a bucket of water, but suddenly he had a whim and accepted Xiao Guang as his disciple?
Are you really just watching the excitement and not afraid of big trouble?
It is not an easy task to be a good master.
Even the old man Hong Yuanhai failed to teach his two disciples well. One was busy fighting for power in the palace, and the other was busy making money at the Hongchen Inn.
In the end, I'm afraid I will have to teach my disciple Sun Wang Xiaoyue well.
Xiaobao doesn't need the old man to worry too much. Li Xiuyuan laid a good foundation for him when he was on Penglai Island.
In the coming years, you just need to practice step by step.
In this way, Jin Wuming and Wang Yi's last chance is not as good as Xiaoguang's.
After all, Xiaoguang still has the temper of a child and no manly airs. He just accepted the apprenticeship without asking Gao Yuerer what he could teach him.
It's just that Gao Yue'er's cultivation is not comparable to that of a stupid woman like Qin Xiangyu. At least Gao Yue'er back then was the apprentice of an old Taoist priest.
Following the old man Hong Yuanhai these years, I have learned a lot about the principles and laws between heaven and earth.
After much deliberation, Xiaoguang has hope of inheriting the mantle of the old Taoist priest.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan inevitably thought of Niu Sanduo who had died under the jade sword.
Xindao will have to remind Qingyu someday that when teaching children, one must start with teaching their character. If the character cannot be taught well, it would be better to be expelled from the school early.
This saves us from having another disaster happen ten years from now.
It is said that the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, so on the night of the fifteenth day, Li Xiuyuan was still lying under the eaves looking at the moon with a pot of spiritual tea.
At this moment, he suddenly had a strange idea.
I wonder if the Queen Empress, who was far away in Luoyang, and the little Jue'er back then, would suddenly come to Chang'an, thinking of visiting the snow-capped mountains to see his brother.
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It was raining lightly in the morning. Wang Yi, who had been missing for two days, woke up from a thousand-day drunkenness and returned to the Hongchen Inn in a carriage.
On a rare occasion of good weather, Qin Xiangyu was still talking to Xiao Yue'er in her sleep. Even Xiao Guang was hiding in the room and lying in bed. Only Ye Xiaoqian, who had gotten up early, was sitting at the counter in a daze.
Then when she saw Wang Yi push the door open and come in, Ye Xiaoqian couldn't help but cheer, jumped out from the counter and hugged Wang Yi, who was still not fully awake.
He cried loudly: "Wang Yi, where have you been?
...You are not allowed to leave me again... My brother is gone, and you are the only relative in the world..."
Wang Yi patted her shoulder gently and asked, "Tell me what happened."
After saying that, she took Ye Xiaoqian's hand and found a table to sit down at: "Where's Amu?"
"Amu asked for leave yesterday."
Ye Xiaoqian held Wang Yi's hand and sobbed: "On Mid-Autumn Festival night... you scared me to death... I thought you almost died under Jin Wuming's sword..."
Amid a burst of crying, Ye Xiaoqian told Wang Yi what happened on the Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Wang Yize had a look of helplessness and shock on his face. He didn't expect that this crazy woman would dress up as himself to go to the ten-year appointment.
Fight to kill Jin Wuming, or be killed by Jin Wuming and rush up the snow mountain.
In the end, an arrow from the sky missed Jin Wuming's sword, and Murong Shuyu was saved from death.
Thinking of this, Wang Yi took a sip from the cup in front of him and sighed: "She is a crazy woman. She tricked me ten years ago and tricked me again ten years later."
Ye Xiaoqian sighed quietly, took the handkerchief from Wang Yi, and sighed while wiping the tears on her face.
After a while, he said: "That woman rested one night in Sister Qingyu's house on the snow mountain. Yesterday she went back to Lantian Villa with Jin Wuming and Meng Xiaodie. Recuperate."
Wang Yi didn't say anything when he heard this. In his heart, maybe this was the best ending.
At least, this crazy woman won't cheat her anymore.
While the two were talking, Baili Ruyan, who had gotten up early, wandered into the lobby of the inn.
Seeing Wang Yi sitting at the table, I couldn't help shouting: "Wang Yi, are you not dead yet?"
Wang Yi glanced at her and said lightly: "Do you really want me to die? Do you want to do it again if I cheated you once?"
Baili Ruyan curled her lips and muttered, walked over and sat down next to the table, and poured herself a cup of herbal tea.
He looked at him and said, "It doesn't matter to me that you were plotted by that woman? It just so happens that you came back here today, and I will go home with Xiaoxing tomorrow."
"There's nothing interesting to see in the outside world, go back."
Wang Yi took a sip of herbal tea and sighed: "It's okay not to avenge the broken arm. I can go home and have a child in peace, and teach the child to be a good person in the future."
Baili Ruyan thought for a while, looked at Wang Yi and said, "I had already given up, but Xiaoguang told me that he might be able to help me find a way."
Wang Yi laughed: "Would you believe that he is a child?"
Ye Xiaoqian shook her head: "Xiaoguang is now the apprentice of Sister Gao in the wine shop opposite. If he can meet the gentleman that Sister Gao mentioned, there may be a way."
"Oh, he actually wants to learn from a teacher?"
Wang Yi was surprised when he heard this. In his opinion, how could a guy like Xiaoguang become a disciple?
My mother is a powerful person, not to mention someone with a background like Lantian Villa.
Ye Xiaoqian sighed: "He doesn't want to go back with Jin Wuming. He just wants to learn from the master. Do you want me to wake him up? This pig is still sleeping."
When Wang heard this, he could only look at Baili Ruyan and smile: "Congratulations, you finally have a glimmer of hope."
Baili Ruyan sighed and said quietly: "Let's go home tomorrow. When Xiaoguang gets the elixir, we'll come to Chang'an again."
After thinking about it, he added: "Xiao Xing said that before I leave, I want to see you and have a drink with you."
Wang Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
He slapped the table and cursed: "Whoever asks me to drink with him again, I'll slap him to death!"
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On top of the snow-capped mountains, Li Xiuyuan, who got up early, did not go to the mountains to prune apricot trees. Instead, he plowed several deserted vegetable fields.
There are no people on the mountain. Even if you plant vegetables, they will eventually wither.
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Unless the old man brings Xiaobao and Xiao Yue'er back, Qingyu and Gao Yue'er can return to the snow mountain to practice, otherwise the vegetable field will be abandoned sooner or later.
But it's okay, in the end it rotted in the ground, like fallen leaves, and became fertilizer.
After plowing, the seeds were planted. There had just been a light rain in the morning, so watering was omitted.
After washing up and changing clothes, I was alone under the eaves, staring at the mountains gradually turning red and the forest in a daze.
There was a knocking on the door from the bottom of the mountain.
Li Xiuyuan, who was surprised, couldn't help but sigh and said to himself: "This person just can't stand talking about it."
With a gentle wave of his hand, he opened the magic circle at the foot of the mountain.
The people at the foot of the mountain were startled. They turned around and smiled at the honest monk behind them: "I never expected such good luck. My brother came back from the snow-capped mountains."
The two maids behind her said with a smile: "It's rare for your Majesty to come back to the snowy mountains. She is a noble person."
The visitor is naturally the Empress of the Tang Dynasty.
He sighed softly and said leisurely: "Maybe to others, but to my brother, I am just his sister."
After speaking, he stepped on the stone steps and said calmly: "Let's go up. By this time, my brother should be making tea."
Li Xiuyuan, who originally wanted to make a pot of spiritual tea, took back his hand. Since the sister in the palace came to the mountain, he wanted to wait for Jue'er to go up the mountain before cooking it. This tea.
However, looking at the honest monk following behind, he sighed softly.
He didn't say anything, just brought a plate of autumn pears from the house and placed it on the table.
He had just picked these autumn pears from the mountains yesterday. They had not yet been pickled with honey, so they were bitter and unpalatable.
Today, he will use this pear to entertain guests.
It was obvious that we only climbed the mountain yesterday and climbed the mountain again today.
In the blink of an eye, Jue'er is no longer the little Jue'er that she was back then, but has gone through many storms and sat on the throne of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty.
The empress, who was above ten thousand people and equal to the emperor, became the only one in the history of the Tang Dynasty who was one of the two saints in power.
The two maids were out of breath from climbing, and even the honest monk felt a little tired.
But the long mountain road at the Queen's feet was a leisurely stroll, and soon the three of them were far behind.
Li Xiuyuan was slightly startled when he saw it, and then he suddenly realized.
The current empress is no longer the weak little Jue'er back then, but a legendary woman who, under the old monk's power, shared a dragon ball equally with Gao Yue'er.
How can such a physique be compared to ordinary people in the world?
The dragon beads are not refined, but slowly change Juier's physique, waiting for one day to emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly like Gao Yuer.
Standing at the intersection between the mountains, the Empress looked back at the palace in the distance down the mountain, with a feeling in her heart that she could only silently reflect on.
In her opinion, even though decades have passed, nothing seems to have changed.
In fact, a lot has changed inadvertently.
Sighing faintly, the Queen lowered her head and murmured to herself: "Brother, Jue'er's father will never come back."
Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting under the eaves, also sighed and replied: "As long as the Jui'er from back then is still there, your father will be happy even if he steps on that Naihe Bridge."
The Empress shook her head: "That's different. It was my father who took me to the snowy mountains and met my brother."
"The flowers picked up in the morning and the ephemera in the evening are like ephemera in their lifetime. I told you this truth back then, haven't you forgotten it?"
Li Xiuyuan sat up from the recliner, reached for the kettle on the stove, started to warm the kettle, put in the spirit tea, and prepared to cook a dish of spirit tea for guests.
The empress nodded and said softly: "Life is too short. Jui'er should not be a flower in the morning, but like her brother, go and find the way to immortality."
Li Xiuyuan's hand holding the purple sand shook slightly, and then smiled: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
