Rebirth is back for you

Today, there is a constant flow of people in front of the stalls, big and small, but this place is deserted and deserted. There is only one old Taoist with a wooden hairpin slanted on his head sitting casually under the old elm tree. His Taoist robe is loose and wrinkled. Baba, even the beard is in a mess.

Under the tree, there was only a bamboo frame Dao Fan casually leaned on, and the old Daoist held a fly whisk in his arms and leaned against the tree to fall asleep.

Jing Ran only turned his head for a glance, then led his eldest grandson Qimu and walked over.

Eh?Jiang Baixi looked at Jing Ran, and followed Mo Ge with him.

"Please go back, everyone, my old way is only suitable for people who are eye-catching."

The few people walked a few steps under the tree, the old Taoist who had been dozing suddenly opened his eyes, took a leisurely look at the few people, and shook the whisk.

Jing Ran paused, raised her eyebrows and pointed at the eldest grandson Qimu beside her, "Is she not suitable for you?"

The old man yawned lazily, and waved his wide sleeves.

"What about the two of them?" Jing Ran pointed to Jiang Boxi and Mo Ge beside him, "Does it suit your eyes?"

The old Taoist seemed too lazy to respond, closed his eyes again, and shook his head casually.

Jing Ran raised her eyebrows even higher, "What about me?"

"It doesn't fit." The old man groaned lazily as he tilted his body.

Jing Ran suddenly laughed, and swung his hand at the old Taoist.

The figure of the old Taoist disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, Jiang Baixi's Taohua eyes blinked, and Jing Ran pulled his eldest grandson Qimu to turn around while slapping his palm behind him again.

"Smelly girl!" The old man cursed, suddenly soared into the air, and with a light flick of the whisk in his hand, the strength of Jing Ran's chopping was dispelled.

After landing on the ground, he raised his already messy beard and stared: "Do you still understand how to respect the teacher and respect the way, destroying the Guafan of the teacher's family and killing my old way?"

Jiang Baixi's peach eyes blinked more joyously, and after looking back and forth at the old Taoist for a few times with interest, the corners of his mouth twitched. It turned out that the Wuhui Taoist, who was rumored all over the world, was actually a dry old man.

"Aren't I not suitable for you?" Jing Ran snorted coldly, and raised his hand again mercilessly to chop, "I am not suitable for you, so you kidnap me up the mountain to be your disciple!"

Dao Wuhui became angry, flew up immediately, and yelled, "Stinky girl! If you don't know how to respect your teacher, you will be expelled from the school!"

Jing Ran was unmoved at all, as if he hadn't heard it, he slapped one palm and then struck again, and with a faint spiritual power, he jumped up and down on the ground for a while.

Jiang Boxi laughed out loud immediately, and commented with a grin: "I never imagined that the master of this jade beauty would be so interesting."

Daoist Wuhui immediately glared at her, "How old are you, you brat, how dare you speak sarcastic words?"

Jiang Baixi narrowed his eyes, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped Jing Ran.

"..." Mo Ge quickly pulled her hand back, and twisted her waist by the way.

"……hiss."

Seeing Jiang Baixi's grinning face, Taoist Wu Hui was immediately happy, but Jing Ran's palm that just grinned at the corner of his mouth was immediately in front of his eyes.

"Stinky girl, her daughter-in-law, do you still want a meeting gift?" As if tired of hiding, Taoist Master Wuhui sat down on the ground like a rogue this time, rolling his eyes towards the sky expressionlessly.

The eldest grandson Qimu, who had been quiet all this time, blinked when he heard the words, and gently took Jing Ran's palm and scratched it.

Jing Ran stopped immediately, turned his head to look at her, and seeing her gentle expression, he couldn't help but tighten his palms, looked back at the old man, raised his eyebrows and said: "Yue Mishan is almost defeated by you, you still have something to do." A meeting ceremony?"

Taoist Master Wuhui gave Jing Ran a dissatisfied look, with his nostrils upturned, "You stinky girl is so rich, and you are even richer if you have a daughter-in-law. Why are you thinking about the background of the master?"

Jing Ran was immediately laughed angrily by him again, while the corner of Changsun Qimu's mouth twitched.

"What are you doing going down the mountain this time?" Seeing that the stinky old man deliberately took Joe, Jing Ran didn't follow his will and changed the subject.

"You stinky girl can travel all over the world to play in mountains and rivers. If you don't like it, I, an old man, will come down the mountain to have fun." The Taoist leader Wuhui grinned without blushing and panting.

Seeing that people around had noticed, Jing Ran immediately suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, took his eldest grandson Qimu a step forward, stretched out his hand with a straight face, and said, "Then quickly give the meeting gift, leave after giving, and ask for your flowers." Find your willow."

"The meeting ceremony is also for my daughter-in-law, what kind of hand are you stinky girl!" Wuhui Taoist pointed out, slapped Jing Ran's hand back, and sat on the ground carelessly looking up and down at his eldest grandson Qimu , a pair of old eyes shining brightly.

Jing Ran was immediately unhappy, and raised his hand to pat him again.

Changsun Qimu held him back, looked down at the Taoist Master Wuhui quietly, with a smile on his lips, "The meeting gift also depends on something, whether it is worth it or not."

Taoist Master Wuhui snorted, and something appeared in front of his eyes in an instant. He shook it and said leisurely: "This is the hexagram stick that you waved at the old monk Huiren half a year ago. This stinky girl didn't shake it out." That one, do you think it’s worth it?”

Jiang Boxi suddenly remembered that Master Huiren said that a lottery was taken away by Taoist Master Wuhui early on that day. She stared at it and saw that it was indeed the one that was missing in the hexagram lottery that day.

The eldest grandson Qimu looked at the hexagrams, suddenly smiled and lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down and bowed to the old Taoist for three times, smiled and called "Master" along with the scene.

"That's how you behave..." Before waiting for the old man to be beautiful, Jing Ran dragged her up unhappily, swept the clothes for her, and stared at the old man in a bad tone, "I've accepted the ceremony, give me something quickly! "

"Smelly girl." Daoist Wuhui rolled his eyes, saw Jing Ran, and immediately muttered and cursed, and handed the lottery in front of Changsun Qimu, saying meaningfully: "This lottery will never run away here, just follow it." The fate on this sign is the same, no matter how you change it against the heavens, it is determined early in the morning, whether you read it or not, and when to read it, it is always the same."

After Changsun Qimu took the stick, he rubbed the complicated patterns on the back with his fingertips, and put it away thoughtfully.

Jiang Baixi, who was still waiting to read the content above, was taken aback, and suddenly said: "Wooden man, don't you want to read?"

"At least for now, don't look at it." Her low voice seemed to be holding back something.

Jiang Boxi frowned, then turned to Jing Ran again, "Yumei, you don't want to see it either?"

Jing Ran looked away from the eldest grandson Qimu's face, and glanced at Jiang Baixi, "It's just a stick, and I didn't see you caring so much when I drew it half a year ago."

Jiang Boxi choked suddenly, and gave her a gouged look, "This is not an ordinary stick."

Jing Ran smiled, "There is something unusual, if you don't read it, I can't be me."

Jiang Boxi felt that her two words were irrefutable, so he hummed softly, suppressed his curiosity, and waved his sleeves left and right, pretending not to care.

Mo Ge looked into Changsun Qimu's arms, but said nothing.

"Since I have met my disciple-in-law, I will leave as a veteran." Taoist Master Wuhui shaved his beard carelessly as if pleased, and flew straight up from the ground.

"Wait a minute!" Jing Ran saw that the person had already floated a foot away without stopping, so he pulled out Jiang Baixi's sleeves and wrapped them around him, hooked around the waist of the non-responsible leader, and asked aloud: "where did you go?"

"Of course I went to look for flowers and ask willows." Daoist Wuhui was stunned, and immediately rolled his eyes.

Unscrupulous and old-fashioned!Jing Ran continued unhappily: "There is an emperor master who is good at Gu and power in southern Xinjiang, and he came to Drunken City recently, do you know?"

"It's just a stinky old man who wants to win the world by playing Gu, I know what he does!" Taoist Master Wuhui snorted as if disgusted.

Jing Ran's expression changed immediately, he exchanged a glance with Jiang Baixi and the others, and said, "Then what does he want to do in Drunken City these days?"

"Stinky girl, why do you have so many problems!" The Taoist leader turned around and gave Jing Ran a look. Fly away.

Jing Ran pulled back to Jinlian, saw the old man flying to Banpo, and then came back with a voice transmission, "Whatever he wants to do, if you can't even deal with that old man, get out of the teacher's school as soon as possible, sir Shame on Lao Dao and Yue Mishan."

Jiang Baixi and Mo Ge were speechless at the same time, thinking that with such a master around, it was rare for Jing Ran not to be misled.

Jing Ran had already given Jinlian to Jiang Boxi without any surprise, looked up at the sky, and said, "Let's go, there's nothing to see, we're going back."

The few people had no objection, and went back to the small courtyard in the north of the city together.

After passing through the arch of hanging flowers, Jing Ran looked at the bluestone path under his feet and thought for a while, and said: "When I bought this courtyard, the previous owner had left two altars of good wine for about a century and never took it away. It’s still buried in the ground, do you want to drink it?”

Jiang Baixi's peach-blossom eyes lit up immediately, and he said: "Century-year-old wine is not uncommon, and good wine is even more numerous, but the century-old wine in Drunk City is probably hard to buy for a jar, and if it comes for nothing, it is natural to taste it. Taste it."

Jing Ran rolled his eyes at Jiang Boxi, asked Mo Ge again, and then told behind him: "Luo Yi, go dig wine there."

Jiang Boxi looked in the direction of her finger, and it was right under the blooming crabapple in the corner of the wall.

Several people sat down together in the pavilion in the courtyard, and the slanting sunlight evenly cast down, warm and soft, as if they could see the colorful dust dancing in the air.

After Luo Yi put the wine jar on the table, several people looked at it together. The small wine jar was not big, but the workmanship on the body of the jar was extremely exquisite. On the bottom of the jar was printed the unique logo of Drunken City and the name of the brewing craftsman.

If a worker wants to be good at his work, he must first sharpen his tools. With such ingenuity, how can the fine wine of Zuicheng not be famous all over the world.

After Jing Ran ordered the courtyard kitchen to cook a few small dishes, he held the wine jar in his palm. Once the wine was opened, it immediately wafted into the air, and the aroma of the wine was clear and rich. The top century-old wine in Zuicheng.

Jiang Baixi watched Jing Ran pour the wine into the four emerald wine cups with sparkling eyes, and impatiently picked up the cup and took a sip, praising: "It really lives up to its reputation! The strong aroma of the wine is also mixed with the clear fragrance of crabapple .”

"This wine was originally called Haitangxue, so it was buried under the Begonia tree." Jing Ran handed a glass of wine to the eldest grandson Qimu, and said to her with a smile: "You only have one glass, and it's gone after you drink it."

The corners of Changsun Qimu's lips were bent, and he tilted his head softly, "Then I'll drink yours, will you give me?"

"If you ask, I'll give it to you." Jing Ran chuckled lightly, tapped her forehead with the back of her finger, and said helplessly, "So don't ask me for it."

The eldest grandson Qimu frowned, took a sip from the wine glass, and stopped talking.

"Leave her share to me!" Jiang Boxi hastily ordered two more glasses for himself, and after taking another sip, looked at Haitang in the corner of the yard and sighed: "Speaking of which, although I also like to drink, But I have never been properly drunk once in my life."

Mo Ge paused while drinking, and all of them looked at Jiang Boxi in a blink of an eye, and heard her say again: "I have been taught by my mother/grandmother since I was born, and everything is strict and there must be no mistakes. I can't remember how many times." When I was young, I was really curious and secretly drank, and when I got drunk, I was thrown into the ice and snow by her, and after waking up from the cold, I knelt outside the ancestral hall for three days and three nights."

When she said this, she stopped suddenly, and then her voice became lower, "In addition, she also killed the entire Chang'an Palace, and never dissuaded the palace people who advised me. She was in front of the ancestral hall full of snow. Tell me in a cold voice, as a king, you must be self-disciplined to be self-examination, and self-restraint to be good to others."

"Since then, I have never touched a drop of wine except for the palace banquet."

Jing Ran suddenly felt sad, looked at Jiang Boxi's gloomy face for a long time and said a word.

No matter how long the past events have passed, no matter whether the current power has long been alone, Jiang Baixi, who grew up under the upbringing of such a mother/grandmother, has left traces of the years on his body after all.

Such a royal blood flowing in her bones and well-educated Jiang Boxi, how could she not compete in the world.

Mo Ge flicked the cup and bibi, and also whispered some things about her childhood. Both Jiang Baixi and Jing Ran listened carefully. At this moment, no one cared about her hidden identity and position, and no one went to explore it. The truth in these words is false.

Then there was Jing Ran, she seemed to say something casually, and she seemed to say a lot, the eldest grandson Qimu was holding the wine glass quietly all the time, with a faint smile on his face, Jing Ran's clear figure was reflected in his eyes.

Until late at night, the few people waved goodbye to the last glass of wine and the rising moonlight, and went to bed after washing up early.

The moonlight seems to be very gentle tonight.

Mo Ge touched Jiang Boxi's head, but helplessly pulled up the quilt that had just been kicked to the lower abdomen for her.

"No need to cover it, it's hot." Jiang Boxi glanced at the roof and kicked the quilt away again.

"It needs to be covered." Mo Ge stood up stubbornly, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt again.

Jiang Boxi suddenly grabbed Mo Ge's arm, turned over and pressed her under him, rubbed against her neck one after another, and said with a low smile, "If you do something, you won't catch a cold."

Mo Ge's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he relaxed very quickly. Looking at Jiang Baixi's bright peach blossom eyes in the dark, he hooked his hands to match her movements and kissed her.

The eldest grandson Qimu on the other side sat on the bed obediently and waited for Jingran to walk over, then put his arms around her waist, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to listen to stories tonight."

"Huh?" Jing Ran let her hug her, lifted the quilt and went to bed with a smile, approached her and kissed her familiarly, and asked casually, "What do you want to do?"

Changsun Qimu suddenly hugged Jing Ran's body who was about to leave after a shallow kiss, tilted his head and kissed her again, swept her lips and teeth very quickly, and then softly probed in, hooking her very gently and lingeringly.

Jing Ran subconsciously clasped Changsun Qimu's waist, took her into his arms, and at the same time put his arms around her neck to make her kiss more comfortable.

The coldness and hotness in the air rose alternately. Sensing Jing Ran's irresistible response, the eldest grandson Qimu continued to kiss her, while his fingers gradually walked to Jing Ran's lapel, and he lifted the open lapel of his finger to poke in.

Jing Ran suddenly opened her eyes, Changsun Qimu moved one hand up and down to cover her eyes, and the other fell on her chest, stroking back and forth along the soft curve and skin.

"Thinking like this, is it okay?" Hearing Jing Ran's low and depressed murmur, Changsun Qimu took off her clothes halfway to her waist, and the hot and gentle kiss slid down her neck, touching Pian Xian. The collarbone fell on the dense softness and kissed gently.

Is it possible?Is it possible?

Jing Ran let out a very light breath again, and tightened his embrace again.

It's okay, it's okay, I have deliberately restrained for a while, and I have never had such intimacy.

She misses her too.

Sensing Jing Ran's hot body and her acquiescence, Changsun Qimu took off her thin clothes little by little, pulled her fingers to cover his skirt, and said with watery eyes, "It's not that you want to love me well."

Jing Ran took a deep look at the mist and soft waves in her eyes that seemed to have been rippling for thousands of years, and obediently peeled off the layers of this peerless blooming snow lotus, allowing her to bloom inch by inch in the palm of her hand and under her body.

"Okay, I love you."

The author has something to say: Bye bye, Amen.