Zhou Nianping was drunk again. When he woke up, he found himself sleeping in the corner with a wine jar in his arms. Fang Zhiran looked at him with a smile.

"The head hurts so much," Zhou Nianping shook his head, yawned, and his eyes were still squinting.

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Get up and grind the ink for me."

Zhou Nianping stood up with a corner of the wall, staggered and followed Fang Zhiliang into the house in one step and said dissatisfiedly: "Senior sister didn't prepare sobering soup for me, you are too cruel."

Fang Zhiliang spread out the huge piece of rice paper and said with a smile: "You are enjoying the taste of drunkenness, how can I be ashamed to wake you up?"

Zhou Nianping laughed, after grinding the ink, sat tilted on the wooden chair, and said, "Do you want to draw "Drunk Life and Dreams and Death Picture"?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "I returned to the inn three days ago and found that Miss Ayue was crying so hard. After asking the reason clearly, I almost couldn't come up with a sigh."

"What are you, a ghost clan, breathing?" Zhou Nianping was extremely angry and glared at her hard, saying, "When my senior sister used the medicine to make Xue Muyan faint, she expected that I would take the opportunity to use a knife to kill people. In order to save Xue Muyan's life, she would sell me. Senior sister is too immoral. Don't you know that I killed Xue Muyan to avenge you?"

Fang Zhiran paused with the pen, looked at Zhou Nianping with a strange expression, and said, "Can you avenge me if you kill Xue Muyan?"

Zhou Nianping said: "When Xue Muyan dies, Xue Honglian will definitely be heartbroken and confused. Bai Rou can kill her."

Fang Zhiran said: "It's a good idea. Bai Rou and Xue Honglian's cultivation is between the same level. Whoever is confused will lose. Junior brother, I am very grateful for you to stand up for me and stand up for me. It is because of gratitude that I have to stop it. I am considering the old friendship with Xue Muyan, and I am even more concerned about you."

Zhou Nianping said: "Senior sister should help me. You hate Xue Honglian so much that you don't want to kill her to take revenge?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "There is one thing that is more important than revenge."

Zhou Nianping said: "What is more important than revenge?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Help you see your heart clearly."

"Hahaha..." Zhou Nianping laughed wildly, as if he heard a huge joke, "I know my heart. My relatives were murdered by criminals. I feel heartbroken. I want to take revenge. I have always been very clear about my feelings."

Fang Zhiran looked at Zhou Nianping with bright eyes, and she felt more and more about Mu Changfeng's painstaking efforts.

Mu Changfeng knew that she was once a good girl and couldn't bear to see her tortured by hatred. He tried every means to help her find her original intention and awaken the kindness that was buried deep in her heart.

Her current mood is exactly the same as Mu Changfeng at the time, because she knows that Zhou Nianping was once a pure and honest person, like a piece of pure white and beautiful jade. She couldn't bear to watch the jade shattered and scattered in the mud, and wanted to find his original intention for him.

Zhou Nianping's anger grew stronger and stronger, and he said, "When I learned about my senior sister's experience, I was resentful and sad. I resented that my fate was unfair and the law of heaven was gone. I would cut those who harmed you into pieces. But when I saw my senior sister's appearance now, I just felt that you deserve it."

Fang Zhiliang's face turned pale and said, "What did you say?"

"I said you deserve it," Zhou Nianping vented his dissatisfaction for several days with his drunkenness. "You are so kind that you were used by evil people to die in a bad life. As a result, you hold on to yourself and don't let go of it. If you suffer a great loss, you don't have a memory. Who deserves it if you don't live?"

Fang Zhiliang sighed softly, continued to bury his head and paint, and said quietly: "Do you still remember what you used to be?"

Zhou Nianping said: "I have long forgotten that I used to be a coward and should not be left in my memory."

"I remember clearly," Fang Zhiliang's eyes were a little wet without realizing it. "In Yulong Pavilion, there are many disciples of your age, and you are the most outstanding. You are smart and kind-hearted, with affection and loyalty. You often make pranks openly and secretly, but it is even more pleasing. Every time you go to Chunshui Village, you will do your best to take care of those lonely and widowed people. Grandpa and I agree that you are completely different from Master Zhou."

Zhou Nianping said: "Those things are too long and I don't remember them anymore."

Fang Zhiran said: "It's not that you don't remember, but you don't want to remember that you deeply hate yourself for not taking good care of your mother. You hate Master Zhou, and you even more hate yourself."

Zhou Nianping was furious and was about to fall when he picked up the inkstone. Fang Zhiran drifted over with a sharp look and she couldn't help but put down the inkstone.

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Hidding your wound is not a solution. Today, my senior sister will talk to you openly. If you still care about the past care, just endure the pain and let me uncover your wounds, even if the blood is so painful that I can endure it."

Zhou Nianping hummed twice and said, "Senior sister is skilled in medical skills and can cure tangible injuries, but cannot cure invisible injuries."

"Is that true?" Fang Zhiliang smiled lightly, "I know that the death of my aunt's master's death has a great blow to you. It not only brings you heartbroken, but also the destruction and collapse of life beliefs. You think that good people are not rewarded, and your kindness is destroyed along with the death of my aunt's master."

Zhou Nianping was hit hard and stared at her tightly. Fang Zhiran noticed something strange and raised her head and stared at him tightly.

Zhou Nianping finally lost, lowered his head and cried like an aggrieved and helpless child.

Fang Zhiliang said: "After the aunt was buried, Uncle Lin was sad and guilty and was ill in bed. Uncle Lu made ginseng soup to regulate his body. In order to retaliate against the Lin family, you secretly replaced ginseng with the highly toxic Shang Lugen."

Zhou Nianping said: "Senior sister has changed the medicine?"

Fang Zhiqiang said: "You also put broad beans in the medicine of Master Zhou. Master Zhou has not been able to eat broad beans since childhood, otherwise it will dissolve blood and his life is worrying. This is a rare disease. Master Zhu is very cautious and has never told anyone, but he can't hide it from me as a doctor, nor can you, who is a rough medical theory."

Zhou Nianping gritted his teeth and said, "If my senior sister hadn't taken action to stop me, I would have avenged my mother."

Fang Zhiran said: "You don't know how surprised I was at that time. Such a young child could make careful arrangements for revenge. Their medicines were made by Master Lu personally. Once something happened, Master Lu would think that he was not good at medical skills, mistakenly regarded Shang Lugen as ginseng and broad bean as white lentils. With his temperament, he would definitely commit suicide and apologize."

Zhou Nianping's eyes dimmed and he felt guilty.

Fang Zhiran said: "You hate Master Zhou forcing his wife to death, Master Lin's incompetence in discipline of his own sister, and Master Lu's constant support for Lin Ying, a little child, who is so cruel to start. After I take action to stop him, do you remember what you did to me?"

Zhou Nianping's head hung lower and he didn't dare to answer.
Chapter completed!