On the bluestone of the ancient tree on the hillside outside the city, a young man in a black shirt who was drenched sat on the bluestone, and put his second hand on both sides of his side, his eyes were as black as ink with a confused color, the heavy rain had stopped, and the canopy was still dripping with rain.

The clouds cleared, and the sky was as blue as a wash.

"Smack......

A drop of rain on the leaves was blown down by the wind and smashed on Duan Mo's eyes, he blinked subconsciously, his eyes gradually returned to the color of clarity, he pursed his lips and looked at the scenery in front of him, and was silent for a long time.

An old beggar in ragged clothes, staggering to the smell of wine, stood beside the tree, tilted his head slightly, looked at the ancient tree in front of him, his body was unstable, he fell, and rolled down on the grass where the ground was still full of rain, drunk and hazy.

Time passed minute by minute, one sat on the bluestone, not moving, and the other lay on the grass, the water on his body gradually being steamed dry.

Soon, it will be the sunset.

The old beggar who had been lying on the ground for a long time scratched his chest, straightened up, the smell of wine on his body dissipated a lot, leaned on the trunk of the tree, and slowed down for a long time before he recovered, the drunkenness in his eyes dissipated a lot, he burped, spit out a mouthful of wine, pushed Duan Mo's shoulder, and his voice was a little indistinct: "I'm going down the mountain, I'm going home." ”

Duan Mo's body, which had not moved for a day, finally moved, he twisted his neck, glanced at the old beggar, then turned his head again, supported the bluestone with both hands, sat inside, so that his back could lean against the trunk of the tree, and said softly: "Old beggar, have you woken up?" ”

The old beggar's voice was flat: "I can't wake up." ”

Duan Mo was silent, then took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and slowly spit out: "Old beggar, do you believe in fate?" ”

Duan Mo raised his head, the sky was full of remnant sun and burning clouds, at a glance, there was no end in sight, and it was extremely magnificent.

"Life?"

The old beggar muttered the word for a moment, and seemed to smile: "What is life?" ”

Duan Mo rubbed the uneven bluestone, and said slowly: "It's the fate that many people often say, they say that their life is not good, so they can only be ordinary people, and I, Duan Mo, have a good life, I was born in the Duan family,

"Oh, that's a pretty good life."

The old beggar nodded and was gone.

Duan Mo smiled, his laughter was full of inexplicable meaning: "But my life is not good, there is a fortune teller for me, he said that I am the Tiansha Lone Star, an old beggar, you know, I never believe in these charlatans, this so-called Tiansha Lone Star, I only take it as a joke, but ......"

Duan Mo's voice was much softer: "This joke is not funny. ”

"Don't laugh at jokes that aren't funny, it's getting dark, it's time to go home."

The old beggar said lightly.

Duan Mo was silent for a long time, he suddenly smiled, leaned against the trunk of the tree, raised his head, casually handed over a jar of bad wine, and said: "Old beggar, tell me about what happened when you were young, a white madman for a day, the Empire will be a hundred years later, what kind of illustrious past should be." ”

"I don't have a story about the white madman, but I have a story here, do you want to hear it?"

The old beggar shook his head slightly, took a big gulp of bad wine, immediately wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Duan Mo who nodded, and said slowly: "In a small city, there is a small restaurant, a family of three all rely on this restaurant to live, the shopkeeper's son studied hard for ten years, entered Beijing to take the exam, and failed the list." ”

"The consequence of not winning fame in the exam is naturally to take over his own tavern, he gave up his dream, and began to take care of the restaurant with one mind, and the business is booming, and a few familiar drinkers will also mention the matter of a few young people from neighboring towns who resonate and sit on the petty official, and he laughs it off."

"His father was old, so he found him a beautiful daughter-in-law, and he did it single-handedly, and soon got married."

"Usually when I drink with a few friends, those friends will also joke that he is such an ugly person, and he can get such a beautiful daughter-in-law, he drinks, smiles and does not speak, and he knows very well what his friends mean, she only loves his money."

"The days go by day by day, the world has never been peaceful for long, and it didn't take long for it to be chaotic again, he is no longer a hairy boy, he looks at the increasingly sparse guests every day, silently planning to spend, and reducing the budget as much as possible.

"He actually doesn't have any big wishes in this life, he just wants to be safe, have children, and live this life, at that time, he already has an eleven-year-old son."

"That year, the unpeaceful world finally fell on his head, the nearby big family wanted to expand the yard, his restaurant blocked there, the big family gave him a sum of money, let him move to other places, he refused, the ancestral industry passed down from generation to generation can not be broken in his hands."

"The people of the big family later secretly demolished his house, and when he came back from buying vegetables, only half of the family's small restaurant was left, and the crowd gathered together, and he squeezed through the crowd like crazy, and saw his eleven-year-old son under the collapsed wall."

"The people around him said that his son would not let him demolish it, and he stood under the wall to stop it, so that those people did not dare to continue demolishing it, and the big family who was anxious wanted to drive him away, but the wall was loosened and collapsed."

"He cried, he made trouble, he fought hard with those people with a kitchen knife, it was still useless, his son died, the restaurant was finally demolished, his daughter-in-law looked at him who had nothing, and chose to remarry, and he was also bought by the big family, thrown into prison, and was released after being broken with one hand and one foot."

At this point in the story, the old beggar stopped, the wine jar in his hand had been emptied, Duan Mo woke up from the story, and handed over a jar of wine again.

The old beggar poured bad wine, his voice was flat and indifferent, and continued: "After he came out, relying on the help of a few friends on weekdays, he left his hometown, away from here, came to a strange city, and opened a tea stall. ”

"After a few years, he also got rid of the shadow, and the neighborhood also has a lot of contacts, he was honest and honest, he quickly won the favor of the villagers, he limped with one hand to sit in the tea stall business, and finally took a woman with an ordinary appearance, the two took care of the tea stall together, and gave birth to a son."

"He occasionally thinks of his hometown at night, except for sighing, except for helplessness, there is no way, one year he contracted the wind cold, more and more serious, and finally passed away, he can't see his son marry his daughter-in-law, and he can't hold his grandson, after he went, not long after, his daughter-in-law also went with him due to illness, and the tea stall left a thirteen-year-old son to inherit."

The old beggar drank all the wine in the wine jar in one go, and there was a faint inexplicable meaning in his voice: "Later, there was a woman in a green shirt, sitting on a white horse, holding a bamboo flute, stopped in front of the tea stall, and his son, who had grown up, was attracted to the past, and then a man who boasted of his love came to the tea stall, and the woman in the green shirt formed an indissoluble bond, he watched a few people leave, and retracted the thoughts in his heart. ”

The wine wet the old beggar's chest, he threw the wine jar away, and said slowly: "The story should have ended when he died, and the rest is another story." ”

There is already a dark curtain in the sky.

Duan Mo suddenly asked softly, "What happened to the big family who forcibly demolished his restaurant?" ”

"How?"

The old beggar got up slowly, the corners of his mouth lifted an arc, and his voice was indifferent: "It's very good, the family has countless wealth, the children and grandchildren are full, and he has lived a comfortable life for a lifetime, and finally died peacefully, and the daughter-in-law he originally remarried, and in the end he was his concubine." ”

Duan Mo was silent.

"Why didn't his son avenge him, was he incapable, or what?"

Duan Mo continued to ask.

"There are too many things in the world and helpless, and there are a few people who can enjoy the life of the rivers and lakes that can enjoy it, and among the people who can enjoy it, there are a few people who can be chic to the end."

The old beggar's voice was calm.

A bright moon hangs in the sky, sprinkling cool moonlight.

Duan Mo stood up from the bluestone and walked to the edge of the hillside, looking at the red wine road in the distance, the bustling night black ink city, silent.

The old beggar stood beside him, pointed to the sky, and then to the ground, and said slowly: "This story, it's very true, it really can't be true, this world is like this, for ordinary people, if they have money and power, they can act recklessly, and for us cultivators, there is one more truth that the fist is king, and the strength is supreme." ”

The old beggar's gaze turned to Duan Mo, and a strange brilliance flashed in his eyes: "If you can be a giant now, or have a higher strength, what do you want to do now?" ”

Duan Mo's fist slowly clenched.

"For good and evil, you need strong strength to support, in this world, if you want to do what you want to do, you have to come up with matching strength, if you can be strong to the first in the ages, what can make you unsatisfactory in the world?"

The old beggar looked at Duan Mo, and his voice was in his ears, echoing in Duan Mo's mind: "If you have time to think about life-threatening things here, it is better to improve your strength, and when you can smash this heaven and earth with one punch, you will go up to the Nine Heavens and destroy the Heavenly Evil Lone Star in the starry sky, then you don't have to think about this life anymore." ”

Duan Mo was silent, and after a full moment, he bowed deeply to the old beggar, jumped down the hillside, and hurried towards Black Ink City.

A girl dressed in purple had just walked to the hillside, and when she saw Duan Mo jumping down, she was stunned, and the old beggar turned her steps and walked slowly down the mountain.

"Senior ......"

Lin Xuehan hurriedly saluted, then glanced at Duan Mo who was leaving, and explained: "It's getting dark, if you don't go back for a long time, I'm afraid that it will cause everyone to worry, so I'll come out and look for it." ”

The old beggar stopped, looked at Lin Xuehan's pretty face, shook his head slightly, and then pointed in the direction where Duan Mo left, and said slowly: "That kid has someone in his heart." ”

Lin Xuehan was stunned, then bit her red lip, and said in a low voice: "Senior, you think too much." ”

The old beggar sighed lightly, and then continued to walk forward, and the flat voice fell into Lin Xuehan's ears, making her gloomy eyes light up slightly.

"Your path, following his loneliness, winding up is happiness."