Shangguan Qianyu felt very upset and empty, but he didn't want to cry.

He raised his head to drink. The wine of bamboo leaves green is not as sweet as truffle snow, but it is also a good wine, but at this moment, in his mouth, like truffle snow, there is only a bitter taste.

He said expressionlessly: "Why do I cry? Why am I sad? I am not sad at all, I just met and sacrificed for a sacrifice."

Xuyun scratched his bald head and said, "So you don't want to cry! I misunderstood that. In fact, people die if they die. People cannot be resurrected. Old people do not die, and new people cannot come. If you die, a former wife who was divorced, you can marry ten or eight new wives. It's very profitable!"

Shangguan Qianyu kicked him, kicking his buttocks, and said coldly: "Get out!"

Monk Xuyun was not careful and kicked three times by him. He jumped up from the ground and touched his butt, said, "Even if you hit your pain, you can't vent your anger."

Shangguan Qianyu glared at him.

Xuyun waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I'm talking too much as a monk. I won't say anything, okay?"

Shangguan Qianyu glanced at him and said, "Why are you everywhere?"

Xuyun scratched his head again, sat down next to him, pointed to the tombstone, and said, "Isn't it the first seven? I feel that Yan Qingrui's girl is loved by no one, and she must be alone here to watch the moon, so I will accompany her to enjoy the moon. I didn't expect you to be here, and I didn't expect there is truffle snow, just a little less!"

Shangguan Qianyu took a big sip of wine, threw the wine jar to him, and said, "Watch the moon? Well said! There is a moon but no wine, it is difficult to relieve the sorrow!"

Xu Yun took a sip and handed it back. However, there was a cunning look on his young and handsome face, and he said, "There is no one to drink, and he is depressed!"

Shangguan Qianyu drank and ignored him.

Xu Yun patted the tombstone, and seemed to be talking to himself and saying a message, saying:

"The flowers are full of spring,

It's worth noting to be broken!

Turned into cold rain,

Destroy the beautiful flowers.

Flowers are falling and hurting the feelings,

I feel sad for my lover.

So what if you feel sad?

The branches have fallen!

Why did you get into trouble?

The lonely grave faces the moon.

The moon is cold and there is no human grace,

The grave is silent and no one can pity it.

Sincerely protecting the branches,

When will a new stamen bloom?

Since the pain is gone,

Can the new ripe still be opened?”

Shangguan Qianyu said coldly: "What do you mean?" What flower branches? What can you not know how to break? It means that he failed to cherish the living people, but was sad in front of the dead's tomb? It means that Yan Qingrui was in trouble because of him, and the lonely grave was empty to the moon, and the grave was silent and no one could pity?

On weekdays, I had to fight with this monk, annoyed him and talked with him. But at this moment, Shangguan Qianyu was cold and didn't even feel like he was quarreling with him. He just raised his head and drank.

After Xu Yun finished his mouth muttering, he stood up and did not say hello to Shangguan Qianyu. His figure flew up. In the night, he was like a big bird, and it had disappeared into the night in an instant.

Shangguan Qianyu was drinking wine, but the more he drank, the more he became more sober.

Monk Xuyun came and went, and he didn't care. When there was a good wine, Xuyun would appear. Today, he should have come for the sake of wine.

The lonely grave was silent and there was no one at a quiet night. Shangguan Qianyu sat in front of the grave. He had nothing to say to Yan Qingrui, but he was unwilling to leave from the bottom of his heart. He just sat there until he drank all the jar of bamboo leaves.
Chapter completed!