"Still pestering that little girl?" the old man rubbed his red nose and poured himself another sip of wine with a wicked smile.

Ning He let out a wry smile, his eyes were full of helplessness and sighing, but in the end, he still said as if quibbling, "It's not entanglement, it's just a little difficult to understand." ”

"I heard that you've been playing with the idea of Phantom Phoenix recently." The old man looked at Ning He's embarrassed appearance, and heard his somewhat low voice again, and suddenly his eyes dimmed a little, he seemed to remember that something similar had happened to him, so he changed the topic after half a day...

Ning He's hand was wandering around the tea set on the table, seemingly bored, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Hearing the old man say about the phantom phoenix, it seemed to be a good topic, he raised his head, re-brewed the tea, the movement was smooth, raised the teapot, the spout of the pot was lit, and poured two cups, and the fragrance of the tea was suddenly wanton.

He sniffed the aroma of one of the cups of tea, nodded and felt that it tasted right, and then casually pushed the other cup of tea to the old man.

The water surface of the teacup is leisurely and there are no ripples.

After Ning He finished doing this, he held the freshly brewed tea in his palm and said lightly, "Yes, I have some thoughts about runes. ”

The old man picked up the teacup and sniffed it too, feeling good. casually said, "You are a genius in this area, and if you can become a prophet, you must be a prophet comparable to your ancestors." ”

Ning He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his expression became solemn, he thought for a while, and said, "Thank you." ”

The old man looked puzzled, "Thank me for what?"

Because if there were two words in your sentence, you would not have said those words as a prophet, because a prophet has no ifs. Ning He said seriously.

The old man didn't speak, but just smiled, as if he didn't want to comment on this "Remember the rules of the prophet?"

Ning He nodded, "Remember, the prophet knows the affairs of the world and has the wisdom of the world, but he has no mortal feelings, and the feelings will mess up people's judgment, so the prophet is ruthless."

The prophet is ruthless, the prophet lives and only wants to go with the flow, by the way, such a prophet is no different from the dead, so the ancestors set a rule is to promise as love, so the prophet is very fond of promises, and it is easy not to promise. But after all, a prophet is a living person, so before becoming a prophet, the prophet will make an agreement with his future self, in other words, the prophet's first promise is with himself. ”

The old man couldn't help but nod in agreement, and he said casually, "My promise to myself back then was to pretend to be free in front of the world. ”

Ning He was stunned for a moment, "You must have been an interesting weirdo before you became a prophet." But when you become a prophet, you change."

The old man was silent for a moment, "Everyone thinks that they will not change, but in the end, they still change, even if it is not because of the Prophet's exercises, you will change, why bother so much." ”

Ning He took a deep breath, then took a sip of tea, as if trying to calm himself, and said lightly, "Regardless of the inheritance of exercises, people will change, so it is not a big deal to have a different personality, and some people even say that it is growing up." It's just that you can guarantee that you're still yourself?"

The old man retorted, "The personality is different, it's still the same person, you should think of it, people are destined to grow, and people are destined to believe in themselves." ”

Ning He hesitated, "Maybe in the future, I will willingly destroy the seal and make myself a prophet completely." ”

"I heard that Long Bing appeared here with you. The old man spoke suddenly.

As soon as Ning He heard it, he knew that the old man was changing the topic again, and the old man's transfer topic was very blunt, obviously the old man was not good at this.

Ning He said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Long Bing who appeared this time would be a person. ”

"Do you remember Xingqiu a hundred years ago?" reminded the old man.

Ning He nodded, "I've seen him, and speaking of which, he saved my life." ”

"Long Bing is Xingqiu. The old man affirmed.

Ning He was stunned for a moment, but soon he calmed down, and drank leisurely with a teacup in one hand, and after a while, he spoke, "So, they are indeed very similar, Xiao Bing is the reincarnation of Xingqiu?"

The old man drank the tea made by Ning He in one gulp, just like drinking ordinary water, took out the wine gourd and poured a glass of wine slowly in the remaining cup, and then Meimei sniffed it and took a sip as if reluctantly.

After the addiction, the old man said, "It's not reincarnation, it's a dragon deed." ”

"Dragon Contract?"

The old man smiled, "There are very few people who make appointments with dragons..."

Ning He looked at the old man, "What do you say?"

The old man smiled, his face a little red, and he seemed to be drunk.

He said slightly drunk, "The soul is gone, am I or not?"

Ning He frowned.

The old man paused, "The dragon contract is a crazy gamble, you can get the power of the dragon, but since it is a gamble, there is a risk, and in the end, your soul may be your own, or it may be the dragon who made an appointment with you, and you have a big chance of losing." ”