Chapter 139 Drunk Man
Mu Qi stayed in Tianxuan Sect for a few days to rest. Although she didn't know that Du Chuanting and Min Haojue had heard everything during those days, she didn't know how to face them.
Mu Qi felt so depressed that he had no way to relieve the thought that he would be forced to give up on them if he slept with Yue You.
After thinking about it, I decided to just go to Qingyu City and find an inn to get drunk and forget my worries.
It just so happened that Yue You was about to leave the mainland to go to the world of immortal cultivation, and he was too busy these days to take care of her.
Qingyu City was very close, so she first found a tavern to buy some wine.
Suddenly she remembered that the wine Nanque gave her last time tasted very special, and she suddenly wanted to try it again.
I leaned close to the jars of wine and smelled them. I tried every type of wine, but I just couldn't find the flavor that I was looking for. I was a little disappointed.
"What are you looking for?"
Nan Que's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Mu Qi's eyes lit up and he turned around. Nan Que was standing there in gorgeous robes. The tavern seemed to have been upgraded to a higher level.
Mu Qi was not polite and asked, "What kind of wine did you give me last time? It was delicious, and I don't think we have it here."
Nan Que raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go to my yard and drink it. That's brewed by Ah Heng, and there's really no such thing here."
"Then I won't be polite!"
The two came to the yard where they were last time.
Nanque placed the wine jug on the table, and then placed two exquisite wine glasses on it, filling them up and pushing them over.
"This is Honglan wine. It was originally a wine exclusively drunk by the royal family of our Nanqi country. Ah Heng replaced it with raw materials from the Xiuxian world and changed the brewing method. The taste has not changed much, but it can make even a spirit-transforming person drunk. You don't seem to be able to drink much, so drink less."
Unexpectedly, Mu Qi drank the whole cup in one gulp, smacking his lips, "It tastes so good. I just want to get drunk. Every time I get drunk, all my worries disappear."
The corners of Nan Que's mouth twitched. It was true that he had no worries when he was drunk and had a blackout.
Mu Qi looked around and asked, "Where is your little brother Heng?"
"Ah Heng only looks young, but he is actually 130 years old."
"Ah, why are they all so old?"
Nanque: “…”
Suddenly I was a little concerned, "Does this mean I'm very old?"
Muqi Chick nodded, "He's more than 100 years older than me."
Nan Que couldn't help but calculate, "The years of cultivation often last for ten or eight years. If we calculate it in the secular world, the time we can see the world clearly is probably only more than 20 years. What's so great?"
Mu Qi thought about it and decided that if calculated this way, he was indeed young.
She looked at him and said, "Not big then."
Nan Que paused, and after a few breaths of silence, he suddenly said, "Big one."
"Hmm?" Mu Qi felt that Nan Que's expression was weird when he said this, and when she saw that he didn't say anything else, she ignored him.
Mu Qi drank two glasses of wine and relaxed, but the sadness in his heart suddenly became clear.
Nan Que sat there in a noble and elegant manner, which made Mu Qi want to talk to him.
After drinking another glass of wine, Mu Qi grinned as he savored the mellow aroma that spread throughout his body.
"Nan Que, do you have any troubles?"
Nan Que paused and shook his head. "It's not a worry, it's just that I can't let it go. Go listen to some sutras tomorrow and get that person out of my mind, and then it won't be a worry anymore."
"Listen to the sutras? Then I'll read them for you~" Mu Qi giggled. She was very happy to be able to help Nan Que. Nan Que was a very down-to-earth person. He gave her so many magic weapons last time, which were far more valuable than the elixirs she gave him.
Mu Qi raised one hand, took off the Buddhist beads he had been wearing on his wrist, and hung them on the base of his thumb like Yin Kong.
She clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha."
As he spoke, he began to read the Pure Heart Bible.
Seeing her drunk but still looking merciful, Nanque wanted to laugh. If Buddha knew that his disciple was chanting scriptures while drunk, he would probably be furious.
Nan Que was so happy at the thought that he did not stop it. He wanted to know whether Mu Qi, who was praised by countless disciples of the Buddhist sect, could really recite sutras that could awaken people.
Could those inappropriate thoughts of his be dispelled little by little through the Bible?
Although Mu Qi was a little drunk, he did not make any mistakes in the sutra he recited.
Nanque's originally conflicted and restless heart gradually calmed down under the baptism of scriptures.
However, he sadly discovered that the calmed heart was not the heart devoted to the Tao that he wanted. In that heart, there was still the shadow of the philandering man in front of him.
He closed his eyes, secretly annoyed.
He is indeed a little drunkard. What is he talking about?
It's no use! The troubles are even clearer.
After Mu Qi finished reciting the sutra, the alcohol started to take effect and he remembered that he still had something on his mind that he hadn't told anyone.
Nan Que is a good listener. He won’t find her annoying, nor will he tell anyone about it. At least that’s the feeling he gives her.
"Nan Que, I'm so annoyed."
"Hmm? What's bothering you?"
"I'm a little sad."
"Um."
"Why did I fall in love with them when I was still young? If, I say if, if it were now, I would definitely keep this heart tightly and give it to that person only."
Nan Que drank a glass of wine in silence and did not respond to her.
Although he had never experienced love, he knew that there was something indescribably romantic about these remarks, and he couldn't think of a better word to describe them.
He wanted to curse. Why did he like them all before he became enlightened? Now that he became enlightened, he realized that he only liked one person.
This is a person's nature, regardless of whether he is smart or not.
Mu Qi spoke slowly to himself, "I feel so bad. It's so sad to see them sad."
"But I don't want them to really stay away from me. I can't bear to leave them. Am I too selfish?"
Nan Que curled the corners of his mouth, he was really selfish.
No one answered her. Her voice was a little blurry, but still clear. She shook her head and said self-deprecatingly, "But I have given my body to Yue You. He likes me and I like him too. From now on, he should be the only one for me."
Nan Que's eyes suddenly became wet. He raised his head and drank a glass of wine, but he was reluctant to lower his head.
"Du Chuanting, Min Haojue, Yueyou, from now on, there will only be Yue, Yueyou..."
"Yueyou is great, but I also like Du Chuanting and Xiaojuejue."
Mu Qi suddenly started to sob, which made people feel sad.
Nan Que suddenly shouted, "Stop crying."
“Woo woo…”
Nan Que suddenly hugged her, closed his eyes and held her tightly in his arms, his Adam's apple rolling in restraint.
He thought that after today, he should let go.
Just let him indulge himself for once.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed the red lips that he had been thinking about day and night since the last kiss.
His posture was unprecedentedly pious, as if he had devoted his entire heart to it.
His darkened eyes were so resolute, as if this was the last time in his life and he was holding a farewell ceremony.
I wanted to kiss her once and then pull back, but I gradually fell into the kiss.
Mu Qi was drunk and was kissed so hard that she could hardly breathe. She put her hands on his chest to push him away, but the man looked painful.
Why, why couldn't it be him alone?
Why is Yueyou?
He just showed up a little late, so how come he missed it?
If she only wanted one person, why couldn't it be him?
She just slept with Yueyou, they didn't get married.
Why can't we choose him?
Maybe it was because the red wine was too intoxicating, maybe it was because the night outside was too beautiful, or maybe it was because the little person in front of him was too bright and charming.
Nan Que's heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.
Perhaps he was drunk, Nanque, with a dazed look and rapid breathing, carried the person to the bed, put the person down, and followed closely.
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