Wang Leng didn't drink, and listened quietly, but when Si'an said that he was excited, he casually echoed a few words, so as not to have a cold atmosphere.

"You are just a monk, but you have a big mind that worries about the country and the people, which is really admired by the younger generations......"

"I'm ashamed! The poor monk has been practicing for many years, and he has no Dharma, but he has no practical use...... In the face of the great changes that are about to break the country, there is no place for cultivation, and that cultivation is also in vain...... It's just an escapist rhetoric......"

Si'an muttered to himself, gradually lost his voice, and actually got drunk.

Wang Leng looked confused, he didn't expect that Master Si'an, who was greedy for a cup of good wine, would have such a small amount of wine, and after drinking less than three glasses, people would be so drunk that they couldn't wake up.

Originally, I wanted to set some valuable words, but I didn't want to listen to a bunch of emotional words, especially the theory that cultivation is useless, which surprised Wang Leng.

If it is really as Si'an said, cultivation is useless, why do all the bigwigs in the pulse art world spend their lives climbing to the peak and struggling to pursue the ultimate goal of cultivation in the realm?

Another point is that if there were no super-powerful people who secretly influenced the development process of the world, I am afraid that there would not be the current era of peace.

Perhaps the old monk Si'an is devoted to the Buddha, has been practicing for a long time, and has been wandering in the deep mountains and old forests all the year round, although he claims to keep pace with the times and occasionally travels to the WTO, but in fact, his personal views are still a bit old, and he has long been unable to keep up with all the values of looking at money!

The so-called friends of a glass of wine, in a relaxed and natural atmosphere, there will always be unexpected collisions of ideas, and the monk Si'an actually pushed Wang Leng as a confidant, saying that he was not old but full of human feelings.

Wang Leng knew that he was just better at talking than others, and he was not as good as Monk Si'an said.

After settling down and staying with each other for a long time, from Si'an's strange words and deeds, Wang Leng saw another side of him, and also had a lot of respect.

I feel that Monk Si'an's mind is open-minded, compassionate, and superb, and he has a long-term vision, which is far from being comparable to some pedantic people.

Later, one day, Wang Leng brought up the old words again, saying that Si'an was bold and dared to speak ill of the current Governor Wuming in front of himself when he met for the first time, wasn't he afraid of being reported and exposed?

Monk Si'an smiled slightly, saying that he believed in his own vision, Wang Leng was definitely not that kind of person.

Besides, he is an old monk, who has already broken through the red dust, has an unfathomable Dharma, and is afraid of anyone.

Caring about the suffering of the people in the world comes from his heart, and it is purely personal nature, which makes Wang Leng feel ashamed and sigh to himself.

How many people in the world only think that the more chaotic the world is, the better, so that they have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and seek personal interests from it.

Although they all have slogans of patriotism and saving the people, they are very different from the starting point of Monk Si'an.

Sometimes, Wang Leng feels that everyone should always recognize the reality, not do what they can't do, and have to do everything.

The world is so big, and the elites who can influence the world are endless, are they the only ones who have the absolute qualifications to pursue those ethereal money and power peaks?

Of course, then again, in an era where strength is paramount, if you don't have excellent ability, even survival is a problem, so how can you chase what doesn't belong to you?

For this reason, Wang Leng feels that he is a little sentimental, and what he should do now is to live a good life with peace of mind, grasp the existing rhythm of life, and believe that one day, he can also live the life he wants.

After a few days, on a quiet morning, the sky began to light and the cold air gradually warmed up.

Wang Leng, who had just woken up from his sleep, got out of Jin Ji's pink arms and jade legs, gently covered her with a quilt, listened to her whisper and slept soundly, and quietly got up and dressed.

This girl has been obsessed with love, if it weren't for Akita and Kun Fei, I'm afraid she would have lived in the same room with Wang Leng a long time ago, and she would have stayed and flown every day.

Even so, every once in a while, she had to sneak into Wang Leng's room, sleep with him, and spend pleasure together.

In the first few mornings, Jin Ji could sneak back to her room, but after a long time, she simply fell asleep and didn't leave.

Wang Leng couldn't take her, so he had to let it go.

What's more, the night is long, the lonely bed is cold, if there is a soft jade and gentle beauty, hugging me and me in her arms, and whispering love words constantly, how many men can resist this temptation?

Standing in the courtyard, the cool wind blew on the placket of his clothes, swept over Wang Leng's cheeks, and was slightly cool.

In the surrounding sky, the fog was gray, a few remnant stars were gradually dimming, and a little red fainted in the gray clouds in the east, indicating that the red sun was ready to start.

"Pop ......"

At this moment, the door of the guest room on one side opened, and Kun Fei walked out lightly.

Maybe because she didn't rest well, the corners of her eyes were slightly puffy, and there was no longer the charm of the past in her moving eyes.

"Morning!"

The two exchanged a snort.

Wang Leng was a little embarrassed, and asked with concern: "Miss Kun, why do you still have some recognition of the bed, can't you get used to sleeping?"

"The weather has been getting cold lately, so I'm not used to it!"

Kun Fei's eyes wandered, her expression was slightly unnatural, she didn't seem to dare to look directly at Wang Leng, and her words were full of insincerity.

Wang Leng was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly woke up.

"I'm so sorry! I'm ......... with her."

He stammered, a look of shame on his face, not knowing how to explain it to Kunfei so that she could understand his thoughts.

Kun Fei shook his head, his eyes were scattered, and he lowered his head and said, "Nanzhan is still fragrant with birds and flowers, and the four seasons are like spring, and Wu Ming has begun to enter the middle of winter...... Although they belong to the same neighboring countries, they are two worlds and worlds, and in such a different living environment, will people's personality endowments be polarized, like the contradiction between ice and fire?"

Wang Leng sighed lightly and said, "You don't have to worry about this problem!"

Then he said that people are very adaptable, and the complementarity between various ethnic groups has unexpected effects.

In the long history, how many foreigners have come to settle in Wuming, and how many people from Wuming have lived abroad for a long time.

After years of regional migration, the evolution of mutual marriage has long been a pattern of you and me, and I have you, where there are still polarized differences, but there are different deviations in the national beliefs on which they are based.

Kun Fei nodded slightly, and said softly: "The three kingdoms of Wuming, Tudi, and Nanzhan, since they are inextricably linked by blood, why do they still fight endlessly?

Wang Leng smiled bitterly in his heart when he heard this, this was the first time he had heard such a question, it sounded profound, but he was not easy to answer casually.

After thinking about it, Wang Leng used the rhetoric of fame and fortune to analyze Kun Fei, and he felt that what the world was striving for was nothing more than the word fame and fortune.

For thousands of years, there have been many famous people to talk about, and without the contest of intelligence and strength, how can they leave a good reputation?

Besides, there is no profit and no early age, and in order to live a better life, the competition of interests is inevitable.

However, in the process of fighting for fame and fortune, the best and most direct way, apart from violent bloodshed, can there be a better way?

My own brothers are still for small profits, and they fight to the death with knives and guns, not to mention others!

After listening to Wang Leng's rambling analysis, Kun Fei gradually raised his head and looked at him with a smile, as if he was looking at a stranger.

After a long time, she said, "What you said seems to be quite reasonable, my father has said something similar, and the meaning is roughly the same as what you said, I really didn't expect you to have such insight!"

Wang Leng smiled slightly, thinking to himself that he was talking nonsense, how could you take it seriously!

He deliberately diverted the topic and said, "Why don't you go home and have a look first?"