This proposal was opposed by Qin Yan, but supported by Wu Sisi, and Yan Ming, under the mobilization of Fu Changling, finally joined the supporters.
So the three of them happily went to buy wine and meat, and Qin Yan was forced to join their team, build a fire with them, and prepare to barbecue.
It was a nice evening, four of us were having a barbecue in the yard, eating and chatting.
Fu Changling looked at Wu Sisi eating with great pride and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, you didn't look like this before, did you?"
"That's right." Wu Sisi said while eating meat, "I used to be so beautiful, but I was forced to be that way. When you have time to come back to Xuanji Secret Realm in the future, you will see how beautiful I am."
"No, no," Fu Changling said, waving his hands hastily upon hearing this. "I don't want to come here anymore."
"That's right," Wu Sisi sighed, "There's nothing good about this damn place."
"Senior," Fu Changling said quickly, noticing the conversation was taking an unpleasant turn, "Is your master Ming Xiu Daojun?"
"Yeah," Wu Sisi was a little surprised, "You knew?"
"I know," Fu Changling nodded. "Your portrait is still in the Ancient Gods. Speaking of which, I'm a little curious," Fu Changling said while eating meat. "Why did Ming Xiu Daojun disappear back then? Did he die in a battle?"
"He's not dead," Wu Sisi said, chewing some meat. "He went somewhere."
"The book doesn't say that." Fu Changling was a little surprised. "Where did he go?"
"You don't know this place."
Wu Sisi waved her hand: "Anyway, life there is very hard. There is nothing to eat or wear. The sun is scorching and it is hard to find a drink of water."
"Ming Xiu Daojun has suffered."
Fu Changling sighed: "When the seal on Ming Xiu Daojun is released someday, you must let him eat more meat."
"Of course," Wu Sisi slowed down her eating, her voice a little hoarse, "You don't know how much he suffered."
"Let's drink." Yan Ming saw that the atmosphere was not right and raised his glass. "Let's not talk about these unhappy things."
"Yes, yes, yes," Fu Changling said happily, "Come, have a drink."
As they spoke, several people clinked their glasses and drank together.
Fu Changling kept telling them funny things. Wu Sisi laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward. Yan Ming also pursed his lips. Even Qin Yan, holding a wine bowl, his eyes, which usually had ice and snow, cut through the frost.
After three rounds of drinks, Mayor Wu sent someone to urge them to finish their meal, and Wu Sisi followed him back to her room. As soon as Wu Sisi left, Qin Yan, seemingly drunk and exhausted, said nothing and went up to the rooftop in the distance with his wine in hand.
He sat alone on the roof, his sword beside him, staring blankly into the distance. The bright moon hung high behind him, casting a silver glow on him, making him look extremely beautiful.
Yan Ming watched quietly, and suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Qin is too lonely."
When Fu Changling heard this, he turned to look at Yan Ming.
He couldn't help laughing. Yan Ming turned around curiously: "What are you laughing at?"
"You're still young."
This made Yan Ming a little unhappy, but he also felt that getting angry about this was rather childish. He frowned and said, "You and I are about the same age, why do you say that?"
Fu Changling smiled, took a sip of wine, and his eyes fell on Qin Yan in the distance.
An extremely strange feeling emerged in his heart.
When he faced Yan Ming, he clearly felt his age. The seventeen-year-old Yan Ming didn't seem much different from the one he remembered. He was still seventeen, except that Fu Changling was weaker than him back then and could only look up to him. Now, after living for decades, he felt that Yan Ming now, in addition to the details in his memory, was even more lovable.
But Qin Yan is also seventeen years old.
Seventeen-year-old Qin Yan did not have the feeling of an elder looking down on the younger. He inexplicably felt that Qin Yan at this time, Qin Yan in the future, was not much different from himself who had lived for more than forty years longer.
They are people of the same world, like the dead who have trekked across the Forgotten River and walked through the Yellow Springs Road to return to the human world for this experience.
This feeling surprised him a little. He couldn't figure out the reason. After thinking about it, he could only conclude that Qin Yan was a person with a deep mind by nature.
"Brother Fu?"
Seeing that he didn't reply, Yan Ming couldn't help but call him. Fu Changling withdrew his gaze and said hurriedly, "Come, let's have a drink."
As he spoke, he raised the bottle and clinked it with Yan Ming's, then casually asked, "Where did you enter the Xuanji Secret Realm?"
"Master."
Yan Ming seemed to be reminiscing as he spoke. He took a sip of wine and said slowly, "Master is still waiting for me now, right?"
In his previous life, Fu Changling had heard Yan Ming talk about his master. He knew that Yan Ming's master was a powerful person, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just said, "Don't worry. As soon as you go out, as long as he is still waiting for you, you will see him first."
The secret realm is the same place you enter and the same place you exit. After saying this, Fu Changling couldn't help laughing: "But will your master wait for you?"
"Yes." Yan Ming said decisively, "He will be afraid that something will happen to me."
"You two, master and disciple, have a deep and profound bond," Fu Changling raised his hand and clapped, "I have to applaud."
Yan Ming was laughing as he listened to his words, but the smile only lasted a moment. He seemed to remember something and looked at Fu Changling, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Fu Changling knew that he had something to say, so he looked up at him and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"Brother Fu," Yan Ming hesitated for a moment, and after a long while, he finally said, "I always feel that you seem to have a lot to say to me, but you bury these words in your heart. You always smile, but I always feel that you don't really want to laugh."
Fu Changling listened to his words, and for some reason, he subconsciously set up a barrier to prevent the outside world from prying into their conversation.
Yan Ming didn't notice the barrier. He just frowned and said slowly, "If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh."
Fu Changling didn't say anything. He looked at Yan Ming in front of him. At this moment, he finally found the shadow of Yan Ming that he had seen in his previous life in this person.
He stared at him for a long time, and he suddenly thought, in this life, everything was almost the same as in his previous life. He came to Shangguan Villa, entered the Xuanji Secret Realm, and met Yan Ming. So after he got out, would it be the same as in the previous life, and he and Yan Ming would never see each other again?
Thinking of this, he felt a little regretful.
"I do have some things I want to say," Fu Changling sighed, "but I don't know if I should tell you these things."
"You can tell me." Yan Ming clinked his glasses with him. "You'll feel better if you tell me."
"Actually," Fu Changling looked up at him, "I was wrong. It wasn't you who saved me back then."
Yan Ming paused, then nodded and said, "Indeed, I don't remember such a thing."
"He looks a lot like you, even has the same name, but he's definitely not you," Fu Changling said calmly. "He saved me in a secret place, and we made plans to meet again, but we never did. I have so much to say to him, but I can't."
"What do you want to say?"
Yan Ming was a little confused. Fu Changling lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine. Then he raised his glass and said with a smile, "Why don't you tell me?"
"you say."
Yan Ming nodded: "I'll listen."
Fu Changling nodded. He pondered for a long time before finally saying, "The first thing I want to say is, thank you."
Thank him for saving his life.
As he said this, he drank the wine in one gulp.
"Second sentence," Fu Changling poured more wine. This time he didn't dare look at Yan Ming. He said quickly, "I'm sorry."
Sorry, he gradually forgot about this person over the years.
If he hadn't lived his life over again and met him again, he would have forgotten even his voice.
Having said that, Fu Changling drank again.
"Third sentence," Fu Changling poured the wine for the last time. He looked at the wine glass, at the seventeen-year-old Fu Changling reflected in it. He didn't know why, but his emotions suddenly surged, and he lost his usual restraint. His eyes were a little sore. After a long time, he said, "Forget it, I won't say anymore."
"Some things will be a little different if said earlier or later," Fu Changling shrugged helplessly. "Look, if I were to say it now, I can't find anyone."
"Then..." Yan Ming asked curiously, "Didn't you look for him?"
"I found it."
Fu Changling sighed: "I didn't find it, and then I had a lot of things to do, so I gave up."
Yan Ming didn't say anything. He pondered for a long time before saying, "What happened to you later...was it...Fellow Daoist Qin?"
This scared Fu Changling so much that he almost spilled his wine. He quickly said, "Brother Yan, don't talk nonsense. Saying such things can kill people."
"But I always feel," Yan Ming said cautiously, "that you treat Fellow Daoist Qin..."
"Yan Ming," Fu Changling finally calmed down. He interrupted Yan Ming and said calmly, "Qin Yan harmed my family."
Yan Ming's eyes widened. Fu Changling spoke in a steady voice, "He's done a lot of bad things in the past, and I don't know if he'll do them again in the future. Even though everything is over and my family is living well now, Yan Ming," Fu Changling looked up at him, "I won't like someone like him."
Yan Ming was quite surprised when he heard this. He hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "Is that why you've been avoiding him?"
Fu Changling was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled. Yan Ming looked at him and said seriously, "Haven't you noticed?" He turned to glance at Fu Changling, "You've been avoiding him."
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