He had already anticipated the result of giving up on each other, so he didn't care.
However, how can we give up if we don’t have any expectations
Or maybe, this was just a test he arranged, the last test of the Duan family, giving the Duan family the last chance. The abandonment of those people made him turn around completely.
The proud mother and son of the Qi family still have no idea that everything was designed by him. He gave up the Duan family and everyone else, and from then on, he devoted himself to the pursuit of the joy of kendo.
What a complex and pure person, so complex that no one can see through him, just like his extremely gorgeous swordsmanship, so pure that there is nothing, just like his heart that seems to not exist;
What a lonely person he is, so lonely that he is willing to use the entire cultivation world to play games with him.
The sound of bamboos rang out and the shadows of lights swayed.
Gu Pinglin sat cross-legged upright, occasionally taking a sip from the wine jug in front of him, then putting it down again. There were already several empty wine jugs scattered around the bamboo mat.
The man opposite was lying on the mat, supporting his head with one hand, revealing a sense of leisure and calmness. His cloak was dazzling white under the light, like a piece of moonlight left in the world.
"I like this way of congratulating." He smiled and waved away a falling bamboo leaf with the wine jug. His face was slightly tilted, and even though Gu Pinglin was also a man, he was almost stunned.
No wonder he was able to attract so many female cultivators in his previous life. It was a pity that such a good-looking appearance was born on a monster, and he used it to deceive the world.
Gu Pinglin lowered his eyes slightly and picked up the wine jug.
Duan Qingming also raised the wine jug and clinked it with his, said "please", and drank from it.
Gu Pinglin said nothing, but followed suit one after another, not falling behind at all.
The forest was getting colder and colder, and the bamboo mats were soaked with dew and were damp. No one said goodbye, but there were a few more empty wine jugs beside them.
Duan Qingming shook the empty pot in his hand: "Hey, when will you get drunk?"
Gu Pinglin smiled proudly: "What a coincidence, I thought so too."
"You," Duan Qingming stood up with a pair of eyes full of amorous feelings and moved to his side, "Are you so happy to win against me?"
Gu Pinglin said: "Of course."
Duan Qingming stopped talking and lay down, resting his head on his legs.
Gu Pinglin didn't expect his action and his body stiffened slightly.
The red shadow at the corner of the eye seemed brighter because of the alcohol, and there was a smile at the corner of the lips. In the blink of an eye, the smile seemed to reveal a bewitching coldness, but upon closer inspection, he was still smiling.
At this moment, Duan Qingming was like a hibernating snake, still cold-blooded, but he had retracted his fangs and suspicions, coiled up docilely, and allowed anyone to get close to him as long as they didn't cross his bottom line.
Not used to such closeness, Gu Pinglin frowned and subconsciously tried to push him away.
"I've seen you." he said suddenly.
Hearing this suddenly, Gu Pinglin immediately stopped what he was doing, and after a while he calmly asked, "Why do you say that?"
Duan Qingming closed his eyes, as if he was lost in memory: "When I was forming the elixir, I was fortunate enough to enter the Dao, and I had an interesting dream."
Gu Pinglin remained calm: "Oh?"
"At the Duan family, the day we first met," Duan Qingming said slowly, his magnetic voice settled in the darkness, no special emotions could be heard, "You didn't get my clothes, but you were scolded by the mistress of the Gu family and not allowed to eat." He paused and smiled, "That Gu Xiaojiu was really pitiful, he only knew how to be scolded obediently, not like Mengwai, who dared to come and provoke me, saying that he was my opponent, huh?"
The teenage boy was punished to stand under the corridor, like a small green bamboo, thin but straight.
Although his clothes were nice, they did not match his complexion and must have been put on temporarily. He probably did not have a mother to take care of him and was not favored at home.
Facing the punishment, those big eyes were calm and forbearing, bright and penetrating. The boy watched the other brothers trying to please the mistress, but he refused to follow their example and didn't even beg for mercy.
What a delightful pride.
Duan Qingming suddenly opened his eyes and said in an ambiguous tone: "Maybe, that's not you."
silence.
When their eyes met, Gu Pinglin's expression was flawless, but he was already horrified in his heart.
How can it be!
This kind of scene... being scolded and punished, it's clearly an experience from a previous life!
Because he met his master and Ming Qingzi, he missed the lunch time and was scolded by his wife. Later, when he returned home, he was severely beaten by Master Gu.
Unexpectedly, the little monster saw it all! No wonder he provoked me later.
He "dreamed" about things from his past life!
Is it a real dream or a false "dream"? What else does he know
In an instant, the poisonous snake in his arms seemed to have returned to its previous appearance, spitting out its tongue, baring its sharp teeth, and wrapping itself tightly around him! Gu Pinglin instinctively took precautions and almost lost control of his murderous intent. After barely stabilizing himself, he asked calmly, "What else did you dream about?"
"Gone."
"Um?"
Seeing his doubt, Duan Qingming said, "If I really knew everything, why would I test you?"
Gu Pinglin stared at the pair of narrow eyes for a long time, but didn't notice any fluctuations. Then he slowly loosened his hand in his sleeve. After Duan Qingming came out of seclusion, his attitude towards him was a little strange. They were testing each other all the way, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.
Duan Qingming asked back: "What do you know?"
"How can outsiders know your dream?" Gu Pinglin said calmly, "Dreams are just illusions, how can you take them seriously?"
"Illusion?" Duan Qingming said, "But this dream was too real. Thinking about it now, it still seems like yesterday."
Gu Pinglin didn't say anything and just drank.
Duan Qingming touched his wine pot: "Gu Yingjian, Lan Feiyu, Zhiyanjiu... What didn't you say?"
Gu Pinglin asked back: "What do you want me to say, is the dream real?"
Duan Qingming looked at him for a moment and smiled: "Of course not."
The two stopped talking and drank from one pot after another, with dozens of empty bottles rolling around on the ground. Zhiyan and Jiujiu lived up to their reputation, and Gu Pinglin began to feel his face getting hot from the aftereffects. Fortunately, Duan Qingming's condition seemed to be worse, and he lay motionless, his hands hanging on the table, with the wine pot in his hand lying sideways, and most of the remaining wine had already flowed away, filling the table with fragrance.
Gu Pinglin was silent.
Fate has changed. They were enemies in the previous life and brothers in this life. The closer they got, the more he understood that he had developed some kind of fellow-disciple feelings for him, which was why he came to find him tonight.
He is lonely, and so am I.
Carrying the secret of his past life memories, it was like living in a play. Even Yue Songting and Bu Shuihan seemed to have become characters in the play. Only he, this clever monster, fought with himself truly and falsely, delusionally wanting to share his secrets, but he was actually real and kind.
An old enemy may not necessarily be a close friend.
For the first time in his life, Gu Pinglin felt a little nostalgic for the current relationship.
This situation may be broken soon. When his obsession is gone, he will miss tonight instead.
Duan Qingming has always been the opponent that he admired the most. It is an unexpected blessing that I have gotten close to him by chance in this life. Although he does not intend to be his enemy, he still feels sorry that we cannot be friends.
Why is it Duan Qingming
Gu Pinglin lowered his head, slowly lowered his hands, and tapped the wine jug lightly on the mat.
They all seem to be drunk.
The lantern light gradually dimmed. Gu Pinglin suddenly raised his head and put down the wine jug: "It's getting late. Let's go."
Duan Qingming did not respond.
Knowing his alcohol tolerance, Gu Pinglin would not be fooled. He simply pushed him away, stood up, took the lantern and left.
There was no movement behind him.
Gu Pinglin looked back and saw the white shadow lying in the darkness, like an abandoned ray of light.
They are all smart people, they won't pretend to be so. Gu Pinglin frowned and walked back, took the wine pot from his hand and put it away, then helped him up, holding the lantern in his other hand, and walked up to the bamboo building.
This person put almost all his weight on Gu Pinglin, but his steps were surprisingly steady and not at all chaotic. He did not look drunk at all.
The sturdy bamboo ladder made a creaking sound when stepped on. The door was not closed. The tables and chairs inside were all made of bamboo. There were not many furnishings, but each one was exquisite. There was a bamboo couch by the window, and on the couch was an open book with folded pages.
Gu Pinglin helped him walk towards the bamboo couch.
Suddenly, something touched my face, and I felt a hot and wet sensation.
"Duan Qingming!" Gu Pinglin froze and became furious.
Duan Qingming was pushed against the edge of the couch and fell to the ground with a bang. Then he immediately sat up by holding on to the bamboo couch.
Gu Pinglin stared down at him and said coldly, "Pretending to be drunk, is that fun?"
"Drunk..." He rubbed his forehead and chuckled, "I'm really drunk, Xiaojiu, I just like to... pretend to be sober."
People only pretend to be drunk, how can they pretend to be sober? This statement is very logical, how can it be said by a drunk person? Gu Pinglin was teased like this, and he got angry and kicked him.
However, he really just opened his eyes, groped with his hands, and lay down on the couch accurately.
His feet paused in mid-air, then slowly landed on the ground. Gu Pinglin was stunned.
In the previous life, I saw him drinking many times. He could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk and was always chatting and laughing. Almost everyone in the cultivation world didn't know that he had a good alcohol tolerance. Was this true or false
Pretending to be drunk? Pretending to be sober? Drunk or sober
Gu Pinglin stood in front of the couch for a long time, finally leaned over, took the white feather blanket beside him, covered him with it, and closed the window.
If the external alchemy cultivators succeed in their physical training, they don’t have to worry about catching a cold. However, the Lingxin Sect has spiritual eyes, which may occasionally attract strong winds, so they still need to be careful.
Putting aside all his emotions, Gu Pinglin returned to his residence. Seeing that there were still two hours before dawn, he sat cross-legged on the bed and circulated his internal energy.
As expected, he was stuck at the second level of Qi Transformation, and even the Creation Art was of no help.
After practicing for several months, there was no progress.
An hour later, Gu Pinglin finished his practice and remained silent in the darkness.
If you don't break your obsession, your path will not be smooth.
Enemies should be enemies.