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Hear the sound of flowers blooming

It started to rain again that day, drizzling from morning to night. The bamboo forest outside the window was covered with mist, and crystal water droplets fell down the bamboo leaves.

Three years have passed since the self-soul lamp was lit. Influenced by divine power, it rained much more than before.

The rain is not heavy, it is mostly misty and fine, and the hair is wet like a cow's hair.

The wooden window was half open, and a bed was placed under the window. Qin Chuan was lying on it, covering four quilts on his body, still trembling with coldness, his face was so thin that it was concave, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

Meishanjun sat by the window, putting her three fingers on her thin wrist, and her brows were furrowed very tightly.

"Is it very cold? Then close the window."

After finishing the pulse this time, he did not say anything about the national teacher's curse, and got up to close the wooden window for her.

"Don't...I want to look outside."

Qin Chuan coughed a few times, and a strand of blood flowed down the corners of her lips. She was no longer as painful as when the spell first broke out in the past few years. She seemed to be unable to feel the pain. She was just as thin as she could die of breath at any time.

Meishan Jun thought about it, in a dilemma, racked his brains and didn't know how to tell her. Over the past three years, he visited all the fairy mountains and blessed places in the Central Plains. All the immortals with some friendship had asked carefully one by one, but no one could solve the curse of the demon of the Twenty-Four Caves of the Southern Barbarians. The emperor was tortured very pitifully by this terrible spell. If he hadn't had an obsession, he would have died two years ago.

"Uncle Master." She suddenly called him, "Is the green bamboo with the words still there? I looked at it all morning but I just couldn't see it clearly."

Her eyes could no longer see anything except what was close to her.

His nose was sour and he whispered: "Don't worry, this is a blessed land of immortals, and the bamboo forest will not be drowned by the rain."

"Then... is the flute still in my hands?"

Her touch was almost gone. She clearly held the flute so tightly, but she couldn't feel it at all.

"Here, you hold it well."

Qin Chuan finally closed his eyes with confidence, his breathing gradually subsided, and his breathing seemed very difficult. Meishanjun thought she was asleep, so he tucked the horns of the quilt for her. He got up and was about to leave, but suddenly she heard her whisper: "Uncle Master, if one day the soul lamp is turned off and Jiuyun can be reincarnated, tell him for me that I will wait for him next to the Naihe Bridge. If he doesn't come, I will never drink the Forgetful River water, let alone enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Meishan Jun was hit hard and could not say a word, but his nose was as red as a radish. He covered his face and ran out like a young wife, knocking down many flowers and plants. Qin Chuan wanted to laugh, but the next moment he felt endless sleepiness coming, and he fainted in an instant, and no longer knew about human affairs.

She didn't know how long she had slept this time. She used to sleep in Wuming's darkness, and there was always a time to wake up. Now she has been sleeping and she can't wake up.

In the hazy, it seemed as if I heard someone talking at the head of the bed, and the very strange male voice was calm and proud.

"...I've been delayed until now to find someone. Even if I don't die, I will be killed by you, a cowardly immortal."

Meishan Jun was vaguely filled with great resentment, and he couldn't get angry, so his voice was strange and awkward: "Stop talking about these things that are not available! Can you save them in one sentence?"

The man thought for a moment, then slowly said with a malicious smile: "It's true. I'll save her, but the condition is that you are not allowed to harass Xin Mei again in the future."

After a long time, Qin Chuan tried to prick up his ears in the darkness. Suddenly, someone held the back of her head and stuffed a cold and fragrant pill into her mouth. Her mouth and throat was already stiff and she could not swallow it. The man used his fingertips to help her swallow the pills.

The fingers were hot and slid down her throat. The pills were scalded in the throat, and the strong fragrance filled the limbs and washed her decayed and dry body like sweet springs. The long-lost energy began to brew, and she felt her body slowly becoming lighter, as if she was about to take off.

"The mortals can't afford this pill. Now she is cursed and has to make a different matter. In the future, she must adjust her immortal power and practice carefully. If you are cheap, you will be a beautiful disciple in vain!"

The man pressed his hand heavily on his chest, and Qin Chuan couldn't help but scream and opened his eyes quickly. His vision was still a little blurred. He vaguely saw the man's slender figure. He grabbed a handful of silver needles from her chest, with blood on his back, and turned around and went out with Meishanjun.

"The curse tool has been taken out, and I didn't expect it to be so vicious..."

The voice gradually faded away, and Qin Chuan blinked hard, but still couldn't see anything clearly. He wanted to get up, but suddenly felt very tired again, and every finger was soft and soft. The sweet darkness came again. This was the first time in three years that Qin Chuan willingly fell asleep and slept very soundly.

It was not until she woke up that for a while, no matter how she asked, Meishanjun bit her mouth to death but didn't say who saved her. She seemed to have a grudge against that person, and her face turned green when she mentioned it.

Qin Chuan was always smart, and after a while, he could see what the person was. One day, he specially brought up a good wine to talk to Meishan Jun Bingzhu at night, just to make a cliché. When he was half drunk, he pretended to be casually: "I thought about it and then thought, could it be that uncle of the master put down his figure and begged the war ghost? I also became uncle of the master who hated him very much."

Meishanjun's face turned red and white. He suddenly cried with a wine glass as big as a bucket and kept beating his chest and stamping his feet: "Damn Fu Jiuyun! When you wake up, I have to settle the account with you! In order to save your woman, I even beg for love rivals! Where can I put my old face?"

Qin Chuan quickly scooped another bucket of wine from the wine tank and filled it with him, and laughed repeatedly: "Thank you for helping me for helping me. It turns out that you found that war ghost. Did you agree to what conditions?"

Meishanjun burst into tears and sighed, no matter how she asked, she refused to say anything.

Qin Chuan had no choice but to coax him: "Don't worry, since the spell has been untied, I can also walk around. Tell me where Xiao Mei is, I will go find her, and help you say good things. Keep her so that she can be so happy. Come to Meishanju to accompany you."

He hung two tears and looked at her with his eyes glowing: "...really?"

"A real thing that's true."

"But... she always follows that war ghost..."

"I'm not afraid of fighting ghosts. Besides, I'm a woman, so he can't do anything to me."

"Then... how embarrassed..." Meishanjun was overjoyed and had to make a reserved little look. After half a day of rushing, he said in a vain, "She is in the Wanlan Mountain area... and she produces a good wine called Chunwu, which tastes very good."

Qin Chuan was amused and crying: "Don't worry, I'll buy you a ten-cylinder and eight-cylinder for you."

As expected, the young gentleman of Meishan swept away his previous decadence, his face was almost radiating, and he scratched his ears and cheeks. He was obviously overjoyed and didn't know what to do. While grabbing her hand, he reluctantly made a serious expression: "You have eaten the immortal pill now. Nine out of ten things can explode and die. Fortunately, you are cursed and you will not explode, but the immortal power is gathered in your body and will not be transformed by the power of cultivation. It will still be bad in the future. Uncle Master sees that you are so sincere, so he will pass on your set of practice methods and practice it yourself! You are indeed a fairy-favored person. I just said, how could that determined fate be changed so outrageously..."

"What kind of immortal fate?" Qin Chuan was confused.

"No... nothing!" Meishanjun regretted his words. As expected, people cannot drink too high. They will pour out everything they should say and not say. "I'm going to pass on the mental method now, listen!"

He has been an immortal for hundreds of years, and he and his generation of immortal disciples have grown up and have no idea how many of them have been scattered. However, he has lived alone in Meishan, with no one except the spirit ghosts. He has vaguely accepted several disciples before, but he really has no role model. He taught his disciples to fish for three days and dry the net for two days, which has completely mislead people's children.

If Qin Chuan hadn't been smart this time, and had accidentally eaten the immortal pill and saved the immortal power, she would have been unable to learn anything even after teaching her for two hundred years.

Seeing that he had said the mind method several times, Qin Chuan was able to meditate and transform the immortal power, Meishan Jun was even more happy. Thinking that she could achieve success in her cultivation, she went to the imperial tomb to bring Xiao Mei out, and there were dozens of bottles of fine wine with Xiao Mei. The prospect was so wonderful that he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He felt that putting down his figure and begging the ghosts to rescue Qin Chuan was the most wise thing he had done in his life.

Two years passed in a flash, and the self-soul lamp was ignited, and it had been five years since then.

After Qin Chuan achieved success in practicing the mind, he went to the Imperial Tomb of Wanlan Mountain. She really wanted to do something for Meishan Jun to repay her. She was so sad that she was having a deep love for Xin Mei but failed. She kept talking all day long, and she looked very pitiful.

Who knew that when he went to the imperial tomb, he found out that Xin Mei and the War Ghost had already become married, or the marriage was given by the Emperor Qiong Kingdom. They were husband and wife! He never said that! Whose immortal who thought about other people's wife was always abducted by others? He almost helped him do bad things to break up the couple. No wonder the War Ghost came directly, so murderous intent. Whose wife wouldn't want to kill someone? He didn't get rid of Meishan Jun, so he was considered to be the War Ghost.

After she came back, Meishanjun beat her chest and stamped her feet and cried again, which was helpless.

But when the soul lamp was lit, there were no demons in the world, and the number of people coming to Meishanjun to do business suddenly decreased, and their lives were much more leisurely. Meishanjun was sad and could only eat and drink to relieve it. He gained a lot of weight, and his skinny appearance was impossible to see. Qin Chuan felt that if he continued to develop like this, he would probably turn into a ball like the Dragon King of Baihe.

He ate too much lunch that day, so he could only walk around the pond to digest food. Qin Chuan sat by the bamboo forest and squeaked and played the bamboo flute. She was so smart, very good at singing and dancing, but she couldn't handle the musical instruments well. The sound of the flute was even more unpleasant than the old croaker. Meishanjun was tortured torture and held a green bamboo with his mouth, very weak: "Stop blowing... I'm going to spit out lunch!"

Qin Chuan had no choice but to put away the bamboo flute and thought of finding a secluded place to practice. Suddenly, he saw the spirit ghost guarding the gate coming over and said repeatedly: "Master, Master! There are guests and guests!"

No wonder Linggui is so excited. Meishan’s residence has been too deserted in recent years, and even the flowers and plants are not energetic.

Meishanjun was overjoyed, hurriedly changed his clothes and went to pick up customers excitedly.

Meishanjun was not used to it for a long time. Although it was good to drink by himself, it was always a shame to have a few drink companions. The emperor was tortured by the spell and could still drink with him. After the spell was solved, he quit drinking. He just sat in the bamboo forest and played the broken flute all day, and was so boring.

Today, it is rare to see a visitor. You must drink three hundred cups! Meishan Jun found two small buckets of wine glasses, and called Linggui three large tanks on his back. His eyes shone brightly and he personally met the door. But he saw a man and a woman standing in front of the door, with a beautiful face. The man was wearing a purple robe, looking like a zhilan orchid, and handsome. Although his eyes were closed, his expression was very leisurely, and he was admiring the blooming lilacs.

Meishanjun shouted, pointed at him and almost jumped up: "You! Are you here?! Where have you been to these years? Even I can't find it..."

The visitor was slightly stunned and followed him to salute politely: "I am Zuo Zichen, this is senior sister Qingqing. She visited Meishanju for the first time today and has never met the immortal. Did the immortal recognize the wrong person?"

Meishanjun was stunned.

"You are Zuo Zichen, the son of Zuo Prime Minister of the Great Yan Kingdom?" While drinking, Meishanjun looked at him carefully, and the more he looked at him, he became more and more like him, but why did he become a stranger?

"The immortal has a sharp eye like a torch, and his origin is indeed impossible to hide from you."

Zuo Zichen was also gentle and gentle when drinking, and was not anxious or impatient. Meishanjun, who was holding a giant wine glass, became an old cow that quenched his thirst. Qingqing wanted to interrupt, but Meishanjun didn't look at her at all. She couldn't even put her hot face on her cold butt, so she had to turn her head to look at the scenery in a depressed manner.

"...Well, what are you asking for when you are here today?" Meishan Jun suddenly had a clever plan and turned around and whispered instructions to the spirit ghosts, this, this, this. While the spirit ghost went to find someone in the bamboo forest, he turned around and filled Zuo Zichen with a glass and added: "If you have something to ask me, you must defeat me in terms of alcoholism before talking."

Zuo Zichen laughed and cried: "The immortal misunderstood. I did not ask for anything when I came here today, but I was entrusted by the master to give you something."

As he said that, he took out a brocade box from his arms and respectfully pushed it to his hand. The brocade box was a silk invitation, which looked like a handkerchief, and a small amethyst snake fell below it, which was very delicate.

It turned out that Xiangzhishan Mountain mainly held a fairy flower and fairy wine conference, and invited all the immortals from all over the world to visit his house. This demonic old man relied on Xiangzhishan's wealth and beauty, and showed off his appearance all day long. Recently, he has become more and more powerful.

"In addition, Master has something to do, I want to ask the immortal. The immortal has always had a good relationship with Fu Jiuyun. Have you ever seen him recently? The mountain master missed this great disciple very much."

Meishanjun frowned. Fu Jiuyun's identity was never known to outsiders. After the soul lamp was lit, the mortals had completely forgotten him. The immortals remembered it. I don't know how many people asked Fu Jiuyun's whereabouts. The immortals thought that the soul lamp was stolen by Fu Jiuyun. It was simply a waste of immortals who did nothing if they did nothing.

"I don't know about this, I haven't seen him for a long time. Why, the mountain master is still chanting the soul lamp? The lamp has been lit, and it's useless to recite it again. It's even more useless to find someone to blame. It's better to see if he has the ability to turn off the soul lamp, wipe it clean and continue to collect it. Anyway, no one robs him."

Zuo Zichen smiled: "The immortal is joking. The soul lamp is a god. How can the immortals in the mortal world extinguish the means?"

Meishanjun moved his lips and was about to speak when he suddenly heard Qin Chuan's voice coming from outside the curtain: "Uncle Master, are you asking me for trouble?" After that, the pearl curtain was lifted and she had already walked in.

When Qin Chuan saw Zuo Zichen, he obviously froze and screamed: "Zichen? Where have you been in the past few years? Xuanzhu she..."

Zuo Zichen didn't know who the other party was. When he saw that it was a young and beautiful girl, he stood up calmly and saluted, and said with a smile: "Miss Zuo Zichen, Miss... Did you recognize the wrong person? I didn't know a girl before."

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment.

He... Could it be that his memory has been blocked again?

Qingqing suddenly coughed and pushed her gently: "Girl, let me speak with you."

She pulled Qin Chuan out the door with a serious expression: "I think the girl and Zi Chen should be old acquaintances. You may not know some things. I hope you don't mention the word "Xuanzhu" in front of him. When he returned to Kasui Mountain, he had already asked the mountain master to eliminate his memories for him, and now he can't remember anything. If you always mention Xuanzhu and ask him to remember anything, wouldn't it make him suffer?"

Eliminate... Memory. Qin Chuan stared at Zuo Zichen in a daze. His expression was peaceful, without the previous hardship and arrogance. It turned out that he had forgotten it again, but this time it was his own wish.

"Does the girl know what happened during the days when Zichen went down the mountain? Please tell me... Is there something wrong with Xuanzhu? She and another disciple named Fu Jiuyun have never returned. If the girl knows the reason, it will be easier for us to resolve our doubts. Don't let them take the blame for stealing the treasure in vain."

Qin Chuan slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he whispered: "I... don't know. Forget it, it's okay for him to forget it. Sorry, I just lost my composure."

She walked back into the room and heard Zuo Zichen talking to Meishanjun softly, and her heart felt extremely complicated.

Xuanzhu lit the soul lamp that day. I wonder what the two of them had. Maybe it was an unbearable experience to look back on. It would be better to forget it. No one has the right to blame him for choosing to forget it. After all, every human heart is different. When he forgets everything, he lives happily and simply, so why not continue? The truth is often not very beautiful.

She looked at Meishanjun: "What's the matter with me when Uncle Master asked me?"

Meishan Jun racked his brains to think of a reason: "Uh, that's it... The Lord of Xiangcaishan asked me to attend the Fairy Flower Fairy Wine Conference, are you going to join us? It's good to watch the fun."
To be continued...