But he didn't feel cold at all - what could be more sad than watching all his relatives go away?

He even feared: Will they never come to Beiwudang again next summer?

Never come to accompany me again?

Even the vacation was cancelled?

Only then did I realize that the infinitely powerful and invincible Luo Jia - has already reached the twilight years, and is a figure like a paper tiger?

The coldness of ice and snow slowly spread from the thick fur to the body.

It took a long time to hear the voice behind me: "Master, go have a drink?"

He said lightly: "Master, have you broken your precepts and drink?"

"Haha, Taoism is inaction and Buddhism. The wine and meat pass through the intestines and the faith remains in the heart. Lord, I have collected a jar of fine wine made by monkeys..."

Luo Jia felt strange because he had already smelled the fragrance.

He turned his head and saw that the Taoist priest had already opened the mud seal of the wine jar... a strong fragrance was so strong... very sweet and fragrant.

The Taoist priest handed over the jar: "Master, you must taste such a good wine..."

He laughed: "I haven't drunk for many years. Why not get drunk today?"

He raised his head and drank it down.

Half a jar of stomach was enough to drink more than a horse. The wine brewed by monkeys was indeed unique, full of the sweetness and fragrance of wild fruits...

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "This is something I accidentally stolen from a monkey's nest. Haha, the monkeys in Beiwudang are so smart. They use autumn berries to make wine, and the taste is much better than humans...

…”

Luo Jia laughed: "The monkey didn't chase you?"

"These beasts chased after the Taoist temple and stole several kimchi jars from the Taoist temple..."

"Miaoji, Miaoji... It's worth it to exchange for this jar of wine for several jars of kimchi... Haha, maybe next summer, they will use the stolen jars to brew more wine..."

Taoist priest’s interface: “Will we go and steal it back then, will it be great? Hahaha…”

...

The two rotated each other and quickly drank a jar of wine.

The sun came out, reflecting the whiteness of the ground.

Silver hair, snow-white hair... two different colors.

Luo Jia fell on the snow, and his whole body fell on the soft snow, feeling that he was sitting in spring, bathing in the spring sunshine.

My consciousness was a little dazed, and I stretched out my hand and hugged the empty wine jar, as if it was the body of a graceful woman... as if it was her body...

Only then did I realize my desire...the desire of an old man...I am already old...and gradually grow old...and she is also old...Why do I still long for her so much even if I am old?

After so many years, I have not been close to my career in women, and for so many years, I can only dream of depression in my dreams at midnight...

He laughed to the sky, but he didn't get drunk, but he was drunk.

"Master Taoist, what sutras do I need to recite now to calm my mood?"

The Taoist priest stared at him: "The heart is calm and naturally cool..."

"Haha, Taoist Master, when you were young, will your heart be calm when you recite scriptures?"

"...I? I can hardly remember whether I have ever been younger...I was a teenager and ran around to protect the statue of the great god Fuxi... By the way, I remember that at that time, I met a woman.

Taoist nun……"

"Female Taoist nun?"

"Yes. She is my junior sister. We once went through hardships to protect the statue of the great god Fuxi..."

"What happened later?"

"No later. She was less than thirty years old and died very early because of excessive depression."

Luo Jia laughed: "Why is she so depressed? Is it because she can't marry you?"

The Taoist priest did not answer and was silent for a long time.

His beard was almost as white as snow. Who knows how old he is? One hundred years old? One hundred years old? Or one hundred and fifty years old?

His junior sister who died at the age of 30 has been dead for a hundred years?

Luo Jia lay on the snow and did not ask any further questions.

Just like myself, I can't bear to look back on the past. Perhaps, I will live a long life in Beiwudang's self-cultivation - I live to the point of living as long as my ancestors could not imagine - all my ancestors pray to gods and Buddhas, refine elixirs and ascend to immortals, and use various methods

A long life that cannot be achieved even if it is...

The emperors actually did not understand the simplest truth - it is better to have no desires and no desires when looking for immortals and medicine... Only by cultivating one's own nature and having no desires and no desires can one achieve true longevity.

It’s ridiculous that they indulge in excessive lust and seek longevity. Is this possible?

But, like myself, what can I do if I live a long life?

If you are alone, just like a Taoist priest, what can you do if you live to the age of 200?

He lay on the snow with his arms as a pillow.

The sky is so dark, everything in Beiwudang is so vague.

It seems that after waiting for many years, everything will eventually become a waste.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the last escort army had disappeared. The long team winded to the foot of the mountain, and then slowly... gradually disappeared... nothing could be seen...

Everything has become without a trace...

The team walked very slowly.

After going down to Beiwudang, I walked dozens of kilometers and it did not snow. The weather at the foot of the mountain was obviously very good, and there was also the sun, and I could even see the grass emerging on both sides of the road.

It was supposed to be half a month away. However, because of Emperor Hongwen's carriage, it was expected that it would take at least twenty days to return to Pingcheng.

All the ministers were confused.

Along the way, I no longer dared to smile, fight and hunt as if I were on vacation in the past.

Everyone was speculating on the condition of the Supreme Emperor.

According to the character of the Supreme Emperor, if he had to ride a carriage, how should he be sick?

Fortunately, the little emperor has established that the Supreme Emperor will not cause much shock. However, what shocked the Xianbei nobles - they deliberately made a "Ultimate Emperor", of course they did not want him to be soon.

Dead.

Therefore, they deliberately asked the imperial doctor for the latest news every day.

There are two imperial doctors who often accompany the Supreme Emperor, who are also the ones he trusts the most.

However, ordinary prescriptions and prescriptions are all written by Empress Dowager Feng.

Many people expressed suspicion: Emperor Hongwen and Empress Dowager Feng's relationship was once so terrible that it was as bad as before, especially Emperor Hongwen killed Li Yi and killed Empress Dowager Feng's lover... Empress Dowager Feng would still treat him sincerely?

On this day, the three old ministers couldn't help but go to visit Emperor Hongwen in a joint mission.

Royal Inn.

The temporary palace of the Supreme Emperor.

Lu Tai and the other three went in and greeted him first.

At this time, Fang saw the imperial doctor retreating. Emperor Hongwen sat on the bed, wearing a sleeping suit, but he did not look like an ordinary person.

He frowned slightly: "What's the matter with you?"

Lu Tai spoke carefully: "I am worried about the dragon body of the Supreme Emperor, come and have a look..."

Emperor Hongwen disagreed: "I am not seriously injured. I just need to rest for a while and it will be fine."

The King of Rencheng was tactful: "I heard that the Queen Mother is skilled in medical skills. These days, His Majesty's prescriptions are all from the Queen Mother's hands?"

Emperor Hongwen smiled faintly: "It's strange that I only accept the Queen Mother's medicine, which is more effective than the imperial physician."

Everyone's hearts sank.

But Emperor Juehongwen's face was not as healthy as he was when he first came in, but instead appeared faintly ashes... as if a person with chronic poisoning... he didn't notice it and was gradually dying...

Everyone didn't know if they had an illusion, but they were all scared.

Emperor Hongwen became impatient: "I want to rest, please kneel down and rest."

The emperor issued an order to expel guests, who dares to stay again?

I had to retreat.

It was not until these people left, and after a long time, Fangfei slowly came in. She held her son's hand. The child was unknown to the adults' secret battle and was as happy as ever: "Father, are you getting better?"

Emperor Hongwen held his son's hand and smiled: "Don't worry, Hong'er, my father is much better."

Fangfei sat aside without saying a word.

If Emperor Hongwen's body was bumpy like this, of course, could not be restored for a moment. The most urgent task was to rush back to Pingcheng to rest as soon as possible.
To be continued...