Xuying sighed: "It doesn't count as a wish... I brewed a few jars of wine and buried it next to this sweet-scented osmanthus tree. I died outside before I had a chance to drink it. I always remember it in my heart."

Lan Zhizhi knew what was going on: "I'll dig it out for you to drink now."

Her consciousness moved slightly, and she confirmed that there were indeed eight jars of wine not deep underground, so she pushed aside the surrounding soil, took out the soil from the wine jars, and used magic to clean the teapots and cups that had long since dried up on the table, and patted the wine away.

altar.

Suddenly, an almost overpowering aroma of wine spread out.

Lanzhi couldn't help but straighten his nose and sniff.

Xuying said with a smile: "Isn't it delicious?"

Lan Zhi nodded: "It smells very good. I'll pour you a cup."

She poured the wine into the teacup.

Xuying subconsciously reached out to take it, but her hand passed through the cup. She couldn't help but sigh: "I can't drink anymore."

After thinking about it, she knew about Lan: "This wine is called Jianjun Wine. I promised the Master back then that I would brew a jar of wine for him. Now that I can't go, could you please help me send it to him?"

"

Lan Zhi said truthfully: "I have never heard of the Headmaster, but I have heard of the Headmaster."

Xuying was completely stunned: "Did he also die?"

Lan Zhi shook his head: "I just entered school, so I'm not sure about this."

Xuying was silent for a moment and said sadly: "I see you when I see you, I miss you every day, but I don't see you. It seems that it is my extravagant hope after all."

Lan Zhi said bluntly: "Even if I can deliver it to him, it's just that I have seen him, and you still haven't seen him."

Xuying felt as if an arrow had been stabbed in his heart, and his expression became even more gloomy.

But Lan Zhi then added: "If you give him wine because you want him to think of you, it doesn't matter if you don't. Because if he is thinking about you in his heart, it doesn't matter whether he has died or not, and it doesn't matter whether he has seen this person or not.

Jar of wine, he will never forget you."

Xuying shook his head and sighed: "It should have disappeared once it fell, so what's the point of worrying about it? I just forced it."

Lan Zhi understood this feeling.

There are always too many surprises in the world. Everything you are familiar with will suddenly disappear, and people you thought you could see often will suddenly leave. When you want to catch it, you find that what is left is only incompleteness and regret.

but……

Lan Zhi said softly: "As long as there are traces of you in this world, you are still in people's hearts; as long as there are still people who remember you, you are not truly gone."

Her voice was slow but firm: "The monks who have been with you will remember the time they spent with you, the creatures on the island will remember your cultivation, and the students who come here to experience will remember the traps and formations you left behind.

Fa, I will remember you and your Jianjun Wine, Pinglan Xingyuan will remember your island, and the history of Xingling Continent will also remember you. So will the Head Academy."

Xuying was completely stunned.

She turned her head and looked outside the hut, looking at the plants and trees she had planted and the poisonous insects and beasts she had raised. The past suddenly passed by her eyes like a horse.

She couldn't help but smile slightly: "When I lived here before, there were always students coming over to steal the fruit. Yes, it's the purple longevity tree next to the wall. I went to complain to the headmaster, and the headmaster said that instead of banning them,

Come here, let’s make it more difficult for them. If they can still pick it, treat it as a reward for them. As many as they are rewarded, he will replenish it for me from the account, so I set up this formation."
Chapter completed!