Back then on Fangcun Mountain, Li Xiuyuan was obsessed with love because he was unintentional. In order to find a way to free him, Li Xiuyuan did not hesitate to enter reincarnation.

That was the first time he saw Wu Xin's three lives and three lives, and he also saw a trace of his previous life.

Since then, his troubles have not stopped.

First, the young lady from the General's Mansion married the young master from Tianxiang Academy, and then the young princess from the Five Regions Imperial City married the young master Wuhua from Tianluo City.

None of this left a mark on his heart, because he had told Li Hongxiu that beauty grows old easily, so don't wait endlessly for a wanderer who has no return date.

Until he entered the Reincarnation Tower in front of Black Salt City, experienced three reincarnations, and endured hundreds of years of wind and rain on the Forgotten River Bridge.

He believed that Princess Qingyue must have tasted the forget-the-hundred soup cooked by himself.

But at that moment, Li Xiuyuan had transformed into Po Meng in a white dress on the Wangchuan Bridge, and he was the one who personally handed it to Princess Qingyue who had entered reincarnation.

I'm afraid the two of them met across from each other but didn't know each other.

Until he transformed into Po Meng and met the woman who carried his beloved man on her back and traveled 30,000 miles in search of medicine, and came to the Forgotten River...

The woman who emerged from her cocoon and became a butterfly named herself Li Wuxin.

The woman who broke through the Three Realms overnight, the woman who gave herself three heavenly fragrant cardamom...

Time and time again, he always sheds his own tears in other people's stories, torturing himself unspeakably.

Looking at the miserable Princess Qingyue in front of him, Li Xiuyuan sighed quietly and looked up at the window, speechless for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, he thoughtfully pulled out a small jar of wine and placed it gently on the table as if holding a treasure.

Looking at Princess Qingyue, she said quietly: "This is my drunken dream of life and death. I hope you drink it and forget the three lives in the Tower of Reincarnation."

At the moment, Li Xiuyuan could cook a soul-forgetting soup for Princess Qingyue, but he didn't dare.

Because he was afraid that after Princess Qingyue drank it, she would forget Ye Mingyu, Chu Feng and others. He was afraid that it would disrupt the rules of the world and bring about unpredictable consequences.

Holding the wine jar, Li Xiuyuan carefully poured it into the cup. Looking at the amber liquid, he thought that in the blink of an eye, decades had passed.

Back then, in the small courtyard of Prajna Temple in Fangcun Mountain, there was a young man holding a wine vat with both hands and staring blankly at the stone wall.

Those days of light dancing and flying sounds will never go back.

Princess Qingyue was stunned, staring blankly at the glass of wine in front of her that was filled with the scent of the moon and had a hint of mystery, and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of wine is this?"

"This is my life and death."

Carefully pouring half a cup for himself, Li Xiuyuan sighed.

He said quietly: "There is a unique glass of wine in heaven and earth. A glass of wine that can make you forget some things and make you drunk until you get rest."

When Princess Qingyue heard this, she couldn't help but pick it up and put it in front of her lips, smell it, and then took a sip.

"It has a floral fragrance...a little intoxicating, and a bitter taste...what kind of spiritual wine is this?"

Princess Qingyue looked at the young man in front of her, sighed softly, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is not spiritual wine, it's just something I brewed using the most common ingredients."

Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said quietly: "I thought that brewing this spiritual wine would help me forget someone and some unpleasant things..."

"What's the result?" Just like tasting tea, Princess Qingyue took one sip and carefully tasted this cup of wine that was unique in the world and condensed the power of time.

"result……"

Li Xiuyuan picked up the cup, took a sip, and sighed: "In fact, I shouldn't have taken them to an unknown place that day. If I was the only one, those things wouldn't have happened..."

"The more you want to forget someone or something, you will find that...those people and things have been deeply imprinted in your life..."

Li Xiuyuan, who was too drunk, drank half a glass more today and felt a little overwhelmed.

Even so, he still resisted the impulse and did not say what he wanted to say.

At this time, he only had one idea, that Princess Qingyue would forget about him and the three lives in the Tower of Reincarnation, and embrace his own life.

However, he forgot one thing, just like the reason why he brewed this wine in the small courtyard of Prajna Temple.

That's because in order to save him from the old demon, Mu Mu had to induce his own Phoenix to Nirvana in advance, and then she couldn't leave him.

From then on, Li Xiuyuan closed the door to all women.

Even when I met Feng Ruyu later on Tianyu Street, and even when I met Youruo, the little princess of Tianxiang Academy, at No. 47 Tianjie.

The girl who heard the music and entered Taoism, the girl who, like Ximen Xiaoyu, has a heart with seven orifices.

There used to be a lot of trouble in the sea, but now Li Xiuyuan only has one goal in mind, and that is to transform into a mortal, transform into a mortal!

Princess Qingyue, who was drunk and dreaming of life and death, was not completely drunk, but she was on the verge of sobriety and intoxication.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he muttered to himself: "What is the purpose of our practice... Is it just immortality?"

Li Xiudi sighed. He didn't want to discuss these principles with Princess Qingyue at this time, and he didn't want Qingyue to get drunk in the inn.

So, he had no choice but to stand up and reach out to help Princess Qingyue.

He whispered in her ear: "I will take the princess back to the palace."

After hearing the news, Ye Mingyu frowned slightly and looked at his sister who was about to get drunk. He looked at the palace maid behind him and said, "Take the eldest princess back to the palace first..."

It wasn't until Qingyue was taken away by several palace maids that Ye Mingyu handed over his hand and thanked her: "Mingyu, thank you sir for the gift."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and looked at the growing emperor of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

He said quietly: "I will leave here tomorrow. Watch out for your sister and don't come to me."

After thinking for a while, he said: "You broke through too quickly. In the next ten years, don't try to break through to the cave-heaven realm."

Ye Mingyu was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Why is this?"

Li Xiuyuan sighed softly and said leisurely: "Practice without cultivating your mind, and in the end you will not be able to survive the last thunderstorm."

After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the palace.

No matter that as the emperor, Ye Mingyu was messy in the wind, he asked himself over and over again: "Practice? What is cultivating the mind?"

It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan disappeared at the palace gate that Ye Mingyu murmured to himself: "It seems that I have to find time to go to Qianfo Temple and ask the master carefully."

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After returning to the inn, Li Xiuyuan lay on the bed and looked at the long autumn sun outside the window, a layer of mist gradually forming in his eyes.

It seems like I have returned to the flower-filled building back then, the day when Nalanyu drank to himself for the first time.

I was in a trance and returned to the situation when I met the drunkard at the inn on the way to Fangcun Mountain with my husband.

I closed my eyes and came to the small courtyard on the mountain behind Prajna Temple, where I unintentionally experienced a moment of drunkenness and dreams.

He murmured: "Many years have passed... I really want to forget everything that happened that day, but my only flaw is that I have a very good memory, and I can never forget what I should forget...

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"Then I left the place where I had lived for more than ten years and wandered around in foreign lands."

"I walked and got here...but there will come a time when you are too old to walk, when you see snowflakes flying all over the sky in the evening on a snowy day."

"You will think of a name, a song in your life... At that moment, you will know that there is only one person you love most..."

As if Princess Qingyue was sitting in front of him, Li Xiuyuan said what he had not said before.

"The glass of wine you drank was what I brewed that day... Later I wanted to brew it again and tried many methods, but found that I could no longer brew wine with that taste..."

"After drinking this last glass of wine, there will be no more drunkenness and dreams in the world..."

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan's expression was extremely low, and in front of him was Princess Qingyue holding a glass of amber wine.

Put it gently to your lips, just like she drank tea in the Thousand Buddha Temple, and taste it carefully one bite at a time.

Two big tears slipped quietly from the corners of his eyes.

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This time, Qingyue, who was drunk and intoxicated, had the illusion that she had returned to the battlefield of Dachu again.

I dreamed that the young man stood on the city wall at the decisive point and transformed into a dragon. He blocked thousands of troops and horses from outside the city, and blocked thousands of iron arrows with his own power.

Then he released a dragon's fire, instantly destroying the two arrow towers of the Silver Moon army outside the decisive battle pass.

Then the surging river water flooded the army, and the Golf Silver Moon army had to evacuate from the decisive battle to the Black Salt City.

It's as if you have entered the Tower of Reincarnation and come to the Bridge of Forgetfulness.

Looking at the woman in a white dress in front of me, she begged over and over again: "I don't want to drink this bowl of soul-forgetting soup, I want to remember everything in my previous life..."

It seems like I have returned to the battlefield of Shura. At the moment when the Longmen Pass army is about to be destroyed, the dragon descends from the sky and cuts a bloody path in the army of demons...

Save yourself and others.

It was as if he saw the young man blowing up the Heavenly Demon Tower with a wave of his hand, causing countless Heavenly Demon armies to withdraw from the Shura battlefield early on a winter day, thereby ending the ten-year war ahead of schedule.

Everything, like a dream, emerged in his divine sea.

Everything, like spring flowers and autumn moon, seems beautiful but elusive.

In her eagerness, Princess Qingyue couldn't help shouting: "Little Taoist priest, don't leave!"

When she opened her eyes, she saw one of her hands being gently pinched by the person in front of her... In a daze, Princess Qingyue frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"
To be continued...