He took out a cup and said to Zuo Su with a smile: "Junior Brother Zuo, let's fight over the bar!"
Zuo Su looked at the cup, nodded, and reached out to take it.
He retracted his hand and blinked, "If, I said, if you are drunk, you must promise me something!"
Zuo Su also smiled, "I can't be drunk."
"What if!"
Zuo Su took the cup and said, "Okay."
The two of them drank glass after glass in the Jinhuan Building at the foot of Qingshan Mountain, asking Xiao'er to drink again several times.
Finally, Zuo Su's consciousness began to dim and he muttered: "How is it possible..."
He patted his white clothes proudly and said with a smile: "How can you be drunk, right?"
Smiling and laughing, tears fell down by themselves somehow.
"Yes, if this is reality, how could you be drunk?"
"If this is reality, how can I still wear a white robe?"
"If this is reality... Why are you still here?"
"..."
His robe began to be dyed black bit by bit. He leaned down and lowered his head, and whispered in Zuo Su's ear: "Junior Brother Zuo, promise me, see you next time."
Liu Shulin saw the man with a red crown and black robe, with blood-stained bandages wrapped around his chest, leaning on the extravagant throne. There is no longer half the Second Dao Talisman Saint and Wenchang Immortal Lord of the past.
Liu Shulin said:
"Master, Uncle Zheng has brewed a lot of your favorite August osmanthus brew for you."
"Master, the position of the second elder of the Qingshan Sect has been reserved for you."
"Master, the head master has invited the best white case master in Huaiyou for you."
"Master... Tianji Pavilion established a hero's grave for Uncle Zuo."
"Master... Uncle Zuo has gone and can't come back..."
"Master, Master Zuo's spirit in heaven would not wish you to do this."
"Master, I'm sorry... Please, come back."
"Master, stop practicing the ghost way... It's still too late to return to the right way..."
"..."
He was silent for a while and then said: "Get out."
Looking at the chaos in the audience, he was still holding an ivory chopstick and tapping the white porcelain bowl leisurely. He opened his mouth and sang:
"When people in the world see the fragrance of spring returning, how can they see the people in my hometown leaving and the birds flying away?"
A group of people wearing heavy armor knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, there are too many soldiers in heaven, please stay away first!"
"Since I have led that lonely person to a high platform, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are beckoning me."
He continued to sing, but he put down his chopsticks and wrote: Get out of here, this is an order.
With his hands behind his back and his bare feet in the December snow, he ignored the restraints of the kneeling people and walked forward against the crowd.
"Farewell, the sound is lonely in the middle of the night, it's obvious that the people in the past have passed away and the tower is empty."
"Don't ask why you stay here, just ask that in Changchun spring the willows will turn green and the ice will melt away the cold."
The priest above shouted: "Why surrender?"
He stopped singing, and squinted his eyes for a while to look at the snowy scenery in front of him. After a while, he still sang back:
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I wear the same robe as my son, and the king raises an army to repair my sword and spear."
The priest above asked again: "Then why don't you surrender?"
Hearing this, he grinned, his smile became more and more hearty, and he replied: "I am sorry for you, I have nothing to do with you..."
The priest seemed to be impatient, and an arrow with surging spiritual energy quickly hit his face. He didn't dodge. Hearing the frightening sound of breaking wind, he spoke abruptly:
"The delay of a scholar cannot be explained!"
Cold on the outside but rough on the inside, seemingly gentle and white.
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Serious, serious, good at work, not good at speaking, I have a bad belly.
Concept: A short sweet story
