Many times, people are more willing to confide in strangers and reveal their true feelings, or the less vested interests are involved, the more unrestrained they are.
Most of the four people on the boat tonight are among them.
The strong wine in the jar seemed to have no end in sight, so they chatted and laughed throughout the day, drinking from late at night till dawn without seeing the bottle dry.
I have always seen people picking up swords to kill people, but Jianchou put down his sword to kill people.
Yueying, Diandao Zhenren and Fu Jiansheng all praised it highly.
Seeing that I am worried, I feel calm instead.
As for the wings that appeared on her body, although several people had doubts, they did not ask in detail. After all, after entering the ancient times, the human cultivators dominated the universe, and slaughtered the demons in order to deduce the Dao Seal, causing the demons to be killed and injured, and their strength was greatly reduced. Even Kunpeng, a god among demons, who is called "the Lord of the Sky and the Ruler of the Sea", may not be in his prime. Since Jianchou came from the oldest Yuanshi Realm, it seems that it is not a big deal for him to get this Dao Seal by chance.
True Man Diandao talked the most. When he was drunk, he asked Jianchou about his situation: "Did you make any great enemies in the lower world? As soon as you arrived in Shangxu, you were hunted by all parties because of the Ten Death Orders. Li Xieyang is not a good person. There will be more earthly immortals and golden immortals who don't know how to live or die in the future. Not to mention that you killed so many people on the south bank of the river before. If you want to gain a foothold in this world, I'm afraid these people may not let you go."
Jianchou was drinking and playing chess at the same time.
The chess pieces on the board are all stars, and they look roughly the same at first glance, but each piece is different in subtle ways.
She didn't care when she heard the question.
He had been dormant in the Yuanshi Realm for nearly four hundred years before arriving at Shangxu, so why would he need anyone else to accommodate him
Jianchou lowered his eyes and said calmly, "When the time comes, things will work out. When they know they will die, no one will come. I am not the kind of person who will let others bully me."
Diando Zhenren asked again: "What about the person behind the scenes?"
Jianchou then looked at this Taoist who seemed confused but actually had a clear mind, laughed, and said, "There is a way to deal with this."
The so-called "I have my own way" means that I know this way, but I can't tell you.
I can still understand what Diando Zhenren said.
He was actually a little curious, but it was too late to ask more questions, so he just raised his glass and clinked it with Jianchou, and they each drank the wine in their glasses.
Yueying's pupils, which were faintly violet, showed some thought, and she said, "But the matter of Pangu Wasteland may not be that simple. First, the Long Night Scroll is hard to obtain, and second, the Wasteland may not be safe. According to legend, there were people who had entered the Wasteland in ancient times, but most of them died. It seems that only one extremely mysterious 'Dream Old Man' walked out of the Wasteland alive without the Long Night Scroll. But in the past tens of thousands of years, there seems to be no news of this person."
There is no Long Night Jane, but can you get out of the wilderness alive
Jianchou was a little surprised, and some thoughts popped up in his mind.
She frowned slightly: "Mr. Meng?"
Yueying was wearing a white robe that looked like it was woven from snow feathers. When illuminated by the frosty moonlight, it looked like she was bathing in the light. It was very beautiful.
He took the wine jar and poured wine for everyone.
After the wine was full, he answered, "Old Man Meng, also known as 'Tianmu', can control dreams. He practices the way of dreams. It is said that he sold dreams in Shangxu tens of thousands of years ago. He was in the realm of saints and immortals, and his cultivation was not very high at that time. In addition, his actions were mysterious, so there are not many written records in Shangxu, and few people know how he came out of the wilderness alive. It all depends on whether he will go or not when the wilderness comes this time."
That is to say, even if we know that there is such a person, we will most likely not be able to find her whereabouts, let alone use her to understand the situation in the wilderness.
Jianchou thought about it, and finally sighed and said, "It's difficult!"
"It's just a waste of time!"
When Master Diando heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.
After drinking too much, his face turned red.
He smashed the wine cup onto the chessboard, causing all the stars to tremble. However, he showed a rare sense of heroism and said, "I think the people who are worried in this world all want too much. The reason why you are still alive is that you are afraid of death. Think about our lives. We came from the universe and will return to the universe. Just live your own life well. The rest is none of your business."
Living in this world, in the final analysis, is just because of the fear of death.
After hearing this, Jianchou was stunned for a while, and then he actually laughed.
The Way of the Diandao Zhenren is a free and easy way, but it is not her way after all.
There is no distinction between high and low in the world. Every path points to a direction, and those who walk on their own path are actually lonely.
After drinking a glass of wine, the mellow feeling burned from the throat to the stomach.
The inverted real person said no more.
Yueying also fell silent, as if she was thinking about something else.
Only Fu Jiansheng, after drinking some wine, always looked up and saw sorrow. ωＷＷ.166xs.cc
A round of drinking, which lasted until dawn in the east.
Jianchou stood up and said goodbye.
Master Diando and Master Fu Jiansheng are also leaving.
Yueying was the master of Xuanji Star. He just stood on the boat, bowed to them, promised to brew good wine for another 200 years, and then invite them to drink it, and then watched them leave.
Just when he was not far from Xuanji Star and entered the vast void, Jianchou felt someone chasing him from behind.
She turned around and saw that it was Fu Jiansheng.
She had guessed and had a premonition when they were playing chess and drinking alone in the boat on the lake earlier, so now that she had seen him, she did not look much surprised.
Jianchou stopped and asked him, "Anything else?"
Fu Jiansheng didn't drink much, so he seemed to be a bit drunk. But he didn't think he was drunk in the wine, but in the sword realm of the previous killing of Jianchou.
The boy's face was calm and gentle.
Even the way he looks at people is very restrained.
Like a piece of transparent glass, the moonlight danced on the silver ring and white jade beads hanging on his ear, but the reflected light hit his neck, swaying gently, just like his mood that was wavering between movement and stillness.
But he spoke without hesitation, and his light voice easily reminded people of the spring breeze: "Daoist Jianchou, you don't have a Taoist partner yet, right?"
"… "
Jianchou was silent for a moment and nodded.
Fu Jiansheng's eyes fell on her, and he felt his palms were slightly sweaty. He said slowly: "I have devoted my whole life to the sword. Today, I met Daoist Jianchou, and my heart was moved. Although we are not familiar with each other yet, and I don't know what the future holds, there are many people who meet by chance in this world, and there may be one or two who can become my confidants. I really don't want to miss it."
Even if it's just a possibility.
The stars in the universe are vast and boundless.
Some are bright, some are dark.
Their light fell into Jianchou's eyes and became bright and dark, flickering and swaying halos, which made people feel that there was a bit of hazy mist in her pupils.
She suddenly thought of a long, long time ago.
If a person's life is long enough, among the people he meets, there will always be different people with similar appearances, or different people saying similar words.
But they are all different.
Jianchou's gaze moved away, and finally returned to Fu Jiansheng, smiling at him: "But you are late."
Fu Jiansheng was slightly stunned.
But she didn't want to say anything more. She just said, "I'm the same as you," then turned and left, heading to the other end of the star field.
Fu Jiansheng stood there, watching her go away, thinking that this sentence "I am the same as you" should be the response to his previous sentence "I really don't want to miss it".
But the one he didn't want to miss was her.
And the one she doesn't want to miss is other people, right
At this moment, I felt a strange sense of melancholy.
Diando Zhenren watched from a distance for a long time, and finally couldn't help but come over and look in the direction where Jianchou left with him, very curious: "Rejected?"
Fu Jiansheng lowered his eyes and murmured, "She has someone she likes."