Royal Master Painter

Chapter 394 Lovesicker
On this day, the 23 eunuchs of the Japanese Mansion were completely destroyed. On this day, Wei Changli, the supreme imperial spirit, passed away. He became the first peak powerhouse who gave generously to righteousness when the eternal night came. His bravery and wisdom left the world forever beyond his reach back.

The Wenfu, which has stood on the Yuling Continent for more than 400 years, has experienced difficulties when it was first established, experienced peaks, and experienced troughs. Now it collapses suddenly, and everyone feels as if they are in a dream.

On Tiandu Mountain, under an old pear tree, Meng Dongjiao knelt facing south and wept uncontrollably.

"If I could be stronger, if I could be stronger..."

Meng Dongjiao hit the ground with a fist. Qingdu was close to him, but he was powerless. A branch of the old pear tree reached out to caress Meng Dongjiao.

"Don't blame yourself, Old Wei has no children in his life, he treats you all as his own children, and he has arranged for all of you to escape before he died.

Old Wei said that the world they created looks bright but in fact is hopeless, and he cannot solve many problems by himself.

But he always firmly believed that the people who came later would be wiser than him, and find a way out for Wenfu and Yuling Continent. "

Before the crisis came, Wei Changli disbanded the knife and pen officials and settled down for everyone.

In Wuling City, a dark-skinned man was staring in the direction of Wenfu in a daze, behind him was an old man with a beard like steel, with a flattering expression on his face.

"Come and taste it, this is the meat that your father roasted for you!"

No one would have guessed that this obsequious old man was Lei Huaji, the master of Wufu, and this dark young man was Lei Chengying, the shadow fangs among the swordsmen.

"Try it, try it..."

Seeing that Lei Chengying didn't speak, the old man put the meat directly to his mouth.

"I told you I won't eat, are you annoying?" Lei Chengying said impatiently.

Lei Huaji didn't have a good temper either. When he got angry, he slapped the table in front of him to pieces.

"Little calf, don't be shameless."

As soon as he finished scolding Lei Huaji, he regretted it. His old man is not afraid of beating anyone he meets, but he is afraid of this son.

The last time the father and son quarreled, this kid ran away for ten years in a fit of anger. If Wei Changli hadn't forced him back, the next meeting would probably be the end of the day.

"Son, you said that our family has been warriors for generations, and you yourself are also enlightened warriors. Can you not call you a scholar when you meet people in the future? You make me very embarrassed. What did Wei Changli eat for you? Brainwashing drugs." Lei Huaji had a headache.

"Father, is Master Wei dead?"

Wei Changli had a strict order not to allow them to return to Qingdu, but Lei Chengying was aware of the great battle that shocked Yuling Continent.

The smirk on Lei Huaji's face subsided, he was so flattering just now to make Lei Chengying not pay too much attention, but he still couldn't hide it.

"Old Wei is gone. He is very heroic. He monopolizes Boss Qing and Ci Zhaoren, two of the world's top formers, and shed the last drop of blood for Qingdu."

"Father, can you leave me alone for a while..."

He knew that this son had a strong temper since he was a child, and he would never let others see his weak side, so Lei Huaji sighed and left.

Luling Fishing Altar is the most suitable place for fishing in Daxuan. Shui Wuxin sat alone on the shore, with her hands wrapped around her knees and her head deeply buried, sobbing like an abandoned child.

Yue Feixiong also sat beside him quietly, without comfort, waiting for him to vent all his emotions.

"Perhaps my parents passed away too early. I don't have a deep impression of them. I grew up eating Baijiafan and wearing Baijiayi. Later, Master Wei picked me up from the wolf in the deep mountain.

Master Wei adopted me in Wenfu, and I grew up sitting on a sheep cart until I became sensible.

The people in Qingdu see Mr. Wei is careless and careless, but only I know that Mr. Wei always frowns when no one is around.

So even though I was bullied all the time when I was a child, I never told him that even if I was enlightened, I never made a name for myself in Wenfu, and I never participated in various banquets. I always put myself under the light of Fu Changlin to hide myself .

It's not that I'm not as good as him, it's that Mr. Wei is so grateful for raising me, and I don't want to let him, who has worked so hard, spend more time on me. "

"It's all grandpa's fault. If I had known about you earlier, I wouldn't have let you live so hard."

This is Yue Feixiong's last relative, and also the softest part of the veteran's heart.

"I don't blame you, I don't hate anyone, and I never quarrel with anyone, because everyone who can stay by my side is very precious, but Master Wei..."

Because of grief, Shui Wuxin's body was shaking.

"Similarly Lord Wei is also a person whom I admire. He was brilliant when he was young, but now he is gone with such vigor and vigor, making those people who live in the eight households feel ashamed.

The tears you shed are the value of Master Wei's life. "

Yuling Continent lost a true hero, but it needed a group of teenagers who would grow up on his shoulders.

Nanling is the most famous place for fine wine in Yuling Continent, and the ancient well and famous spring here are the best in the world.

Among them, there is a place called Ganlao Spring which is the most special. The spring water comes from the deep mountain and the two sides of the bank are full of flowers. There are often flower petals soaked in the spring water. It is the best spring for wine making.

There is a gazebo next to the ancient spring, and there are four big characters inscribed with the words "dezaohuaxiang".

The characters are like horned dragons, vigorous and vigorous, and their strength penetrates the back of the paper.

At this moment, a woman in white was sitting in the pavilion, holding a jar of wine in her arms, murmuring a poem while looking lonely.

"The wind blows the fragrance of peonies all over the city, and Qingyao begs the guests to taste the wine.

The general way is to forget worries and have joys, and wine is the most unforgettable. "

On a sunny morning more than 700 years ago, a young man smelled the smell of wine and wandered into this place by mistake, and was finally beaten out with a stick.

But this young man overcame the wall to steal wine, and finally passed out directly in the wine cellar. After being discovered, he was hung on a flower tree. This was the first time the two met.

After inquiring, I found out that this young man is the direct descendant of the Palace Master, the most brilliant talent in Yuling Continent, but he doesn't have any annoying pride in him, instead he often asks her to lie to her for drinking.

At the beginning, I just thought that he was lively and cheerful. From sunrise to sunset, from late spring to winter, there were endless poems and endless fun in his mouth.

She still fell in love with this flamboyant and talented young man, unable to extricate herself.

Even though she knew from the moment she was born that she couldn't like anyone, so did the teenager.

When the boy left Nanling crying, she knew that her infatuation was no match for fate.

The two haven't seen each other since then, but she will bring the best wine from Nanling every year during the Shangsi Festival and put it in the pavilion.

Because on this day, someone would come to Huaxiang Pavilion on time to steal a jar of fine wine, put down a red leaf and leave quietly.

Red leaves tease love, wine sends lovesickness.

That person will never come again...
(End of this chapter)