The two of them did know each other. ”

Chen Xiaoming chuckled, poured a glass of fruit wine in his hand, and pushed it to the old man's table.

"Seniors, I haven't seen you for ten years, and the style is still the same."

Wang Lin smiled lightly, but he didn't dodge in his words because Chen Xiaoming was there. Living next to the latter and getting along for more than ten years, how could Wang Lin really not know about the latter.

At least in Wang Lin's opinion, the latter's cultivation is not much better than that of the old man, or even better.

The old man only had Wang Lin in his eyes, stared at Wang Lin for a long time, his face became more strange, he sighed, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation, and said, "Huafan...... You're really mortal! ”

Wang Lin picked up the wine jug from the small pot, poured a full glass, and said after drinking: "The younger generation is just struggling among mortals, how can the predecessor be free in the world." ”

The old man exhaled deeply, took a sip of the fruit wine that Chen Xiaoming had poured just now, and said, "The old man has seen countless cultivators in his life, but you are the first one who can become mortal in ten years!" ”

Wang Lin didn't speak, his mood didn't fluctuate, he just smiled slightly, looked at the actor and rapped.

And Chen Xiaoming is the same, he also doesn't care about the conversation between the old man and Wang Lin, but when his eyes sweep over the old man, Chen Xiaoming is thoughtful.

Wang Lin turned into a mortal, and experienced the life of mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death, and the old man was a game in the world, and the red dust was happy and free.

Although both of them have realized the Tao in the rolling red dust, they also have differences.

Just like the path you choose, you are also enlightened in the red dust.

"The seniors watch the play slowly, and the juniors say goodbye!"

When Chen Xiaoming came back to his senses, the conversation between Wang Lin and the old man had ended, and when he saw him talking, he took the wine jug and got up and left the restaurant.

The old man was stunned, then his eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Interesting." ”

"Senior, I heard you talk very interestingly just now, can I ask, what is the artistic conception?"

Chen Xiaoming took a glass of fruit wine, and asked the old man with a chuckle in his mouth.

The old man was stunned again, turned his head, and looked at Chen Xiaoming seriously, but his originally serious expression suddenly became obscene.

"You see, this man is old, hungry, and can't think of anything."

Chen Xiaoming smiled lightly, and then called the man softly, then whispered a few words in his ear, then picked up the wine jug, got up and left.

"Senior, please use it slowly."

Whispering to the old man, Chen Xiaoming left the restaurant directly and walked towards his own medical hall, leaving the old man's deep gaze alone, constantly examining Chen Xiaoming.

From Chen Xiaoming's body, he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of aura, just like a mortal.

Yes, it's like, not a mortal, because from Chen Xiaoming's body, he actually feels threatened.

The entire Vermilion Bird Star, the person who can give him such a feeling, does not have a hand, so the old man is puzzled.

"Are you mortal, or?"

The faint voice of words echoed, and the figure of the old man disappeared silently, and everyone in the entire restaurant was unaware, as if the old man had never been here.

On the way back, Chen Xiaoming looked at Wang Lin who was leaving in front of him, but he didn't make a sound, but returned to his own medical hall by himself.

This time the incident in the restaurant made Chen Xiaoming realize in his heart that he seemed to be missing something.

Lying on the chair in the medical hall, Chen Xiaoming's eyes were slightly closed, carefully recalling, replaying everything he had experienced in the past ten years in his mind, the more he recalled, the more Chen Xiaoming's brows wrinkled, and he unconsciously fell into confusion.

At the same time, in Lao Wang's shop next door, the old man and Wang Lin had already left.

Time passed little by little, and Chen Xiaoming was unconscious, lying on the chair, as if he was asleep.

Until the old king and the old man next door returned, they never woke up.

"Boy, let me ask you, do you know the identity of the person next door?"

After returning from teleporting 100,000 miles with Wang Lin, the old man's divine sense swept the next door, and found that Chen Xiaoming was still asleep, and his divine sense swept over, and he didn't notice it at all, just like a mortal.

couldn't help but hit Wang Lin with his idea, when he went to the restaurant, the two sat together, maybe they would know.

"Huh? Seniors can't see through him? ”

Wang Lin frowned, and said softly, although he and Chen Xiaoming lived next to each other, but there was not much intersection, the cultivation of the old man in front of him was through the sky, and he still couldn't see through each other, for a while, it made Wang Lin's inner guess come true.

", I want to be able to see through, what else do I ask you for?"

He scolded angrily in his mouth, thinking that he was in the middle of the cultivation period, and he actually met a person who couldn't see through his cultivation on this Vermilion Bird Star, which was tantamount to a fantasy.

"Well, senior, I don't know much about him, but I know that he is the same as me, and he is also taking the path of mortality."

Wang Lin was silent and smiled bitterly, he had already seen that the other party's cultivation was profound, and he was taking the path of transformation into a mortal, since the other party did not come to disturb him, Wang Lin's character naturally would not bother the other party.

"Sure enough!"

With a sigh of relief, his divine sense swept over the figure next door, allowing him to be unaware that either the other party's cultivation was higher than his own, or the other party had treasures on his body that could shield his divine sense.

It's just that he tends more to the second than to the first.

For a while, a glimmer of light flashed in the old man's eyes, which could shield the exploration of the mid-stage divine sense, such a treasure was rare.

The old man's eyes fell on Wang Lin's eyes without dropping, and he saw Wang Lin frowning, and he hesitated and groaned in his eyes, but he still spoke.

"Senior, his cultivation is above the god of transformation!"

After seeing the old man's straw hat, Wang Lin also thought about whether Chen Xiaoming had such a treasure, but when he thought of the first time he saw the other party, it was obvious that the other party's cultivation was higher than his own.

After all, the old man took him to comprehend other people's artistic conceptions, and Wang Lin still opened his mouth to remind him.

The words fell, but a basin of cold water was sprinkled, which made the old man sober up, and he thought about it slightly, but he also recalled the feeling in the restaurant.

It's just that, deep down, I still don't want to believe that the other party's cultivation is stronger than my own.

As soon as the figure moved, the old man didn't say anything more, he disappeared directly, and Wang Lin didn't say anything again, he had already reminded him, how the old man chose, Wang Lin couldn't control it.

Just comprehended the artistic conception of others, at this moment, Wang Lin had thousands of thoughts in his mind, and closed his eyes to feel it.

In the medical hall on the side, Chen Xiaoming's eyes opened, with a bit of loss and darkness.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, even after looking back on ten years of life, Chen Xiaoming still hasn't touched the artistic conception of cause and effect, still hasn't realized it, and still hasn't found what he's missing?

"What is missing in my word?"

Author: No way, I was going to write about 2800 in this chapter, but I was careless, the word number of this chapter reached 3500 words, in order for everyone to subscribe to less book coins, I will put it tomorrow.

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