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Three hundred and seventieth chapters, condolences

Li Yun didn't go far, so he just took him to the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, Li Yun felt depressed, or this feeling had been going on for a while, and he had been studying on the mountain before. This feeling was not so strong.

Now that I have arrived at the foot of the mountain, this heavy feeling is becoming more intense.

This feeling of heavy mood made Li Yun feel quite uncomfortable.

Li Yun secretly suppressed the discomfort on his whim and walked in the village.

Bingchen, who was beside him, looked loyal and followed him all the way. It was the first time he came to the foot of the mountain and did not show much interest in the things around him.

For him, it was not as interesting as the fish swimming in the mountains of Taoist temples. He only took one jug.

Li Yun did not want to suppress his thoughts on his whim, but followed the cause and effect in his heart.

At this time, Li Yun took Bingchen to see the sacrificial supplies store of Lao Wang's family and went to buy a pot of rice wine.

Wang Youfu is not at home now, and I think he has gone to school. Now he is Wang Youfu's mother, Wang Fugui's daughter-in-law Huang Li.

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She is now no longer as beautiful young woman who can arouse evil intentions. She has gained weight and her face has become much darker and rougher.

Although I lost my beauty back then, I looked more capable.

"Please give me a big pot of yellow wine, thank you." Li Yun asked with a smile.

"Okay."

Huang Li quickly packed the rice wine and handed it to Li Yun: "Ten yuan."

"Give."

Li Yun handed the money to Huang Li and accepted the rice wine. The rice wine has a refreshing fragrance. Compared with the rice wine brewed by Wang Fugui back then, it had to be better than the rice wine brewed by Wang Fugui.

"It smells so good." Li Yun praised the yellow wine and said, "This fragrance is blue."

"Thank you, it's better for our dad to teach you."

Although Huang Li was talking, her eyes were staring at Li Yun for a while. After a while, she couldn't help but say, "Talent Master, have we... seen it before?"

At this moment, Huang Li looked at the white-clothed Taoist who was in front of her with a decent temperament, and couldn't help but overlap with the figure in her impression.

For Huang Li, it was almost twenty years ago.

Memories have long been blurred by time, and even the Taoist who was unforgettable in my heart back then has been blurred a lot.

And the Taoist in white in front of him seemed...

Still young and elegant, the temperament is full of freedom.

Because the time is too long and the person in front of him is extraordinary, it is really extraordinary.

Compared with Li Yun's appearance nearly twenty years ago, although he has not changed at all, Huang Li is a little confused.

Over the years, Li Yun's appearance has indeed remained unchanged, but as he gains more cultivation and mood, his temperament will also change.

Sometimes it is not necessary to be sure that a person depends on appearance, but on temperament and conversation.

Li Yun looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him, but thought a little, then smiled.

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long. Why do you have to know each other when you meet? I am just an ordinary drinker."

"I will come to buy wine in the future..."

As he said that, Li Yun left with the wine.

Huang Li looked at Li Yun's back and also gave up the idea of ​​memories. Taoist priests had not appeared for more than ten years.

For Huang Li, she has only seen it twice or three times.

But those two or three times made Huang Li secretly admire him. Although she had never thought about any further relationship with him, she couldn't help but think about the Taoist who held the green cow back then when it was late at night.

Perhaps, even if that Taoist is a god, maybe it is.

"That Taoist was not there for so many years, so I guess he won't appear again in the future."

Thinking of this, Huang Li no longer thought about it. She felt self-deprecating in her heart. She was still thinking about the fact that the girls were in their youth.

Maybe it's also great to never see the Taoist in the mountain city again.

After all, you can't do anything when you see it. It's better to leave the white moonlight in the corner of your heart. When you get old, you can leave some thoughts. If you really see it again, Huang Li doesn't know how to face it, and how to face it with her old and bloated appearance.

"Customers walk slowly, come again next time."

"I will definitely come back. I can't forget your rice wine until I'm old."

Li Yun turned around and left, carrying the rice wine in one hand, while leaving.

When you leave, you chant it in your mouth.

"The autumn wind and jade dew welcome the spring again, where will we meet in life..."

...........

At this time, Li Yun brought the Wang family's rice wine to Wang Fugui's tomb.

Xiaoxiao was buried in the forest, accompanied by green trees.

The last time Qingxuan came to worship, the rice wine pot left was not cleared, but there were a few more cups.

There are many people who come to worship Wang Fugui. During his lifetime, he is kind, loyal, honest, kind, and misses him.

If you are kind to others, you will be famous before and after death.

Li Yun came to the tomb and sat down, and toasted Wang Fugui with a glass of wine: "Old Wang, you hugged me back then..."

This made Li Yun feel a little sad. Wang Fugui is not like others. For Li Yun, he is a real elder of his hometown, an elder who watched Li Yun grow up.

Now that the elders are gone, Li Yun feels the time.

After being sad for a while, Li Yun also got up and left, leaving other empty wine pots.

The wine jug was not taken away, which proved that he had been here.

After worshiping Wang Fugui, Li Yun wandered around the village and was an "otaku" who had been for more than ten years. It was a bit new to walk down the mountain.

"The people are getting rich and strong." Li Yun sighed as he looked at him.

Business access and roads are well-equipped. The small village at the foot of Wenzhou Mountain is becoming richer and the transportation is convenient, making it convenient for no matter what you do.

Along the way, Li Yun came not far from the entrance of the village. There was originally a rural cooperative here that sold seeds and fertilizers, but it was opened by an old classmate.

Now this rural cooperative is gone, and it has become a small restaurant selling rice noodles and rice noodles, and the business is booming.

The person who was responsible for steaming rice noodles outside was a boy who looked about 13 years old, but his work skills were quite capable. He was wearing a middle school uniform and had not taken off the school sign yet. I think the adults from this family were not here.

"Master Taoist, your egg sausage." The boy was busy, and prepared egg sausage for Li Yundu.

"Thanks."

Li Yun looked at the egg sausage and his index finger was moving. He hadn't eaten authentic Cantonese rice noodles for a long time. Now he can satisfy his cravings.

The egg sausage is smooth and slim, and it is extremely refreshing with soy sauce.

"Xiao Wang, your father is busy here alone." At this time, the diner who seemed familiar to the side asked.

"Ah, my dad." Xiao Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and said, "He is going to attend the condolences."

"Congratulations? Who is leaving?"
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