Today is the ninth day of Taoyue.

The so-called Peach Moon is the month when peach blossoms bloom. Under the spring brilliance, the flowers bloom just in time.

"Why are you picking so many peach blossoms? I remember that what Miss Ali likes is not peach blossoms! And you pick them as soon as the flowers bloom. What a pity! As the saying goes, every flower blooms only once a year, only one time in the four seasons, and only a few days in the one time. He survived the coldness of three times to get the glory of these days. You actually picked him like this..."

"You are talking nonsense! Who told you that I am going to give to whom?"

"Can you want to make your peach blossom wine? But isn't the peach blossom wine waiting for the peach blossoms to fall, then pick it up and wash it and then dry it before making the wine? When will you pick the newly blooming peach blossoms?"

"You also need to care about when I pick peach blossom wine?"

"The key is that this peach blossom is born like a child of a human being. You will pick it now. What's the difference between it and a child of a human being? Do you think it's miserable?"

The other party did not answer.

"Hey? Do you think it's miserable?" The person who asked was unyielding, and even went around to the person who picked the flower and asked again.

"I said? You really talk too much nonsense!" After saying that, the young man in white and red satin moved his arm slightly, and the cold sword had already come out, pointing directly at the other party's heart!

"Oh, if you don't let me say it, you won't let me say it. What's this for? I'll draw my sword at all times, rude! Which girl dares to follow you..."

After saying that, Liu Bei picked up his hat that was resting on the stone to bask in the sun, grabbed the gun under his armpit, and left casually.

"Wow! I still have something to say - Li Bai, the great poet! In fact, when it comes to swords and guns, I will say nothing more than whether you can beat them! My gun is different from Han Xin and the ones. I am a gun that shoots bullets!"

Liu Bei had walked more than 20 meters away, but he still spoke to Li Bai without looking back.

Li Bai scoffed at what he said.

I saw the white-clothed body flashing, the shadows moved, and the flowers fell, and the fallen flowers were colorful wherever the green lotus sword passed.

"Hmph, isn't this a fallen flower?"

When the sword pose ended, he lay down on the carpet covered with peach blossoms. He pulled out the plug of the wine pot he carried with him, took a sip and sang: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drink alone without a blind date."

After a while, Li Bai was already asleep on the earth where spring grass was just born and fell flowers were mixed.

Suddenly, a woman stood under the peach tree and said steadily: "The flowers faded, the flowers flew all over the sky, and the fragrance faded, who would pity..."

"That was the sad flowers fell during the fallen season!" Li Bai woke up by disturbance, obviously a little unhappy.

"Isn't this just falling flowers all over the ground?"

"Well...but I knocked it down."

"I didn't expect that you looked like a handsome young man, and your methods were so cruel!"

"Miss, I saw you tender and didn't expect to say the same kind words as the rough man who loves to play with birds."

"You rough man who is fucking flowers is talking about other people's vulgarity!"

"I won't argue with you."

After saying that, Li Bai took the wine pot he had finished drinking and began to slowly pick up the peach blossoms scattered on the ground.

When Zhen Ji saw the person in front of her, she felt that he was not the rough man who hurts flowers, but the lover who cherishes flowers and loves flowers. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

She stared at his every move of picking up the petals. Her expression seemed to be the former Gu Ehuang looking forward to her husband's love, and she didn't realize the spring and autumn or summer.

After picking up the fallen flowers on this land, it was already time for the lights to come.

Li Bai was holding a sword and holding a pot and was about to leave, but he saw the tender woman standing here, but she was already in a daze.

"I'm afraid that I'll knock down this peach blossom today and arouse her sad past..." The boy thought to himself.

"Miss, I'm not playing this peach blossom, but making wine. I like to use the peach blossoms of newborns, and I call myself 'newborns' wine'. Every time I taste the newborns, I feel the beginning of my newborns. To put it bluntly, it's just a name to drown my sorrow with wine. If I hurt the girl's mood today, I'm sorry. I hope the girl will stop standing here again, the spring night is cold."

This may be the most said to people at once, and it also explained the causes and consequences for the first time.

However, Zhen Ji still had autumn water in her eyes, looking into the distance, and her heart had no idea which sad petal was falling on.

Li Bai was helpless and sighed: "The person I fell in love with first is the loser." He turned around and left.

Zhen Ji didn't hear every sentence before, but the only sentence "The person I fell in love with first is the loser", but every word is transmitted.

On this March night, I don’t know if it’s because of the coldness of people’s hearts or the cold weather, which makes her shudder. At this time, she doesn’t know how long she has been standing still.

"Go back, it's useless to think too much."

A familiar voice came from behind, but the voice came from the big elm tree behind Zhen Ji.

When Zhen Ji heard the sound, she turned around in surprise and saw Li Bai lying leisurely on the trunk of the elm tree, drinking with a wine pot, and playing with his green lotus sword with his other hand.

Zhen Ji didn't say anything, but just left silently.

When Zhen Ji's graceful figure disappeared at the edge of the night and when there was no one else's figure in the night, Li Bai slowly spoke again: "Raise the glass and invite the bright moon, and make three people together!"

It’s not that he doesn’t like to talk or communicate with others. But there are thousands of people in this world who can talk to others.

What I wrote about the worldly affairs of the King's Canyon. As for the original identity of each hero and the corresponding real historical stories, it has nothing to do with me. I have reshaped all of them here, and I wrote about the canyon world I built myself.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!