Chapter Seventy-Five: Wine
Lingyun stood on Qinghong Mountain, watching the Qinghong birds fly past the mountain, at this moment, the scenery has not changed, but there are fewer people, and after some people are missing, the feeling has also changed.
At this moment, it seems to have become a little sad, and it seems to have become a little nostalgic.
"Why did you leave? Why? I never got a reason to leave. Ling Yun's fists clenched uncontrollably.
After half a ring, his clenched fist couldn't help but let go, and then said: "In this world, strength is always the most important, it is said that when strength is strong, even if it is thousands of miles away, you know what a person is doing." ”
"I can't be decadent, I want to be strong. Ling Yun gritted his teeth, and then yelled at the mountain.
His roar echoed throughout the mountain, and it took a long time for the echoing sound to dissipate.
"However, even if I know that I can't be sad, even if I know that only if I am strong, I can do what I want to do, and only if I am strong, I can know where Xiaoxue is, but in my heart, I still can't control the discomfort. Ling Yun couldn't help squatting down, his hands holding his head.
"Hey. After Ling Yun sighed, he stood up again, his eyes were a little blood-red.
He looked down the foot of the mountain from the top of the mountain, looked at the big trees on the mountain, and looked at the waterfall rushing down the mountain.
It's fine when he doesn't look at this landscape, but when he looks at it, the scarlet in his eyes is even more intense.
Even with a hint of scarlet in his eyes, his eyes were still staring at the waterfall, staring at the verdant mountain forest, and his gaze did not blink at all.
He just stared, and at this moment, he was like a sculpture, a sculpture that never moved.
At dusk, only the lonely sunset shone on Ling Yun's face, and only the sad cold wind blew across his face.
The feeling of the sunset shining on the face is cool, and the feeling of the cold wind blowing on the face is painful.
His eyes are unblinking, he wants to see the mountain and the water thoroughly, he wants to see what is in the mountain, and he wants to see what is in the water.
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In the dark world, a young man who was exactly the same as Ling Yun sat in the position of the teleportation array, and there was also a little loneliness in his eyes.
This young man is Ling Yun's thoughts, but the eyes of this thoughts, in the loneliness, there is a little sigh, and then he said to himself: "Learn to cherish it, at least you still have a chance, not like me." ”
There was self-deprecation in the eyes of the teenager.
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On Qinghong Mountain, Ling Yun stared at the mountain and the water for a long time, and the scarlet color in his eyes was increasing little by little, even if it was the crazy color, it was getting worse little by little.
"Why? Tell me why? Why do I look at mountains or mountains, and water or water. Ling Yun roared angrily at the bottom of the mountain again, his neck was already occupied by green tendons, even his hands were clenched very tightly.
At this time, his roar was so hoarse!
His roar seemed to have used up all his cultivation, his forehead was covered with sweat, and even his steps took two steps back.
The response in the valley has been endless for a long time, and the atmosphere of unwillingness seems to have spread in this valley.
"Hey, this is a little different from your last life, if you're sad, just have a drink. ”
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in Ling Yun's mind.
"You are in the dark world, you can actually talk to me?" Ling Yun looked very curious.
"Yes, I'm one of your thoughts. "Lingyun Dao, which was transformed by thought.
Ling Yun put away the sadness on his face, and his figure quickly disappeared from the top of Qinghong Mountain.
The next moment, he came to the location of the teleportation array.
In the teleportation array, the young man who had been transformed into his mind was still sitting upright, and he was still wearing that casual outfit.
Ling Yun also sat down cross-legged next to the young man.
After sitting cross-legged, Ling Yun said curiously, "I heard me right, you actually asked me to drink just now?"
"Yes, now you feel very sad and angry, very sad, right?" said the young man.
"It is true that man is sensible, and reason wants to calm the feeling of sorrow, but the sorrow is difficult to calm in any way. Ling Yun laughed to himself.
The young man also sighed in his eyes, and then said: "As long as it is a human being, in this world, it is inevitable to be sad, you can tell me, what do you feel sorry for recently?"
Ling Yun lowered his head and pondered, and then said, "Is it the most regrettable? It should be that I have only been busy cultivating in the past few days, and I have not accompanied Xiaoxue to climb the mountain and fish." ”
"Actually, there's no need for you to regret it, because I've already done these things for you in the few days you've only known about cultivation. The boy said.
Ling Yun's body trembled slightly, his expression was complicated, and then he stretched out his right hand and slapped it heavily on the young man's shoulder, saying, "Thank you very much." ”
The young man accepted Ling Yun's pat and sighed, "Don't thank me so much, because I am you." ”
"Definitely. Ling Yun nodded.
After Ling Yun nodded, the two fell into a brief silence.
After a brief silence, Ling Yun spoke, "Is there anything you want to do? I can do my best to do it for you." ”
"There's only one thing you want to do, as I told you before. The boy said.
"Did you say that? Repeat that. Lingyun said.
"Then one day, I will be able to enter and exit this dark world at will. The young man smiled bitterly.
Ling Yun slapped his right hand on the young man's shoulder again, and then said, "One day, I will help you fulfill this wish." ”
"Thank you. The boy was grateful for the first time.
"Thank you, by the way, when I was in Qinghong Mountain just now, I seemed to hear you tell me to drink, what does that mean?" Ling Yun said.
The young man didn't speak, and took out a wine jug directly from the Qiankun bag, which was very beautiful, and the word "Moutai" was written on it.
"Moutai?" Ling Yun had curiosity in his eyes.
The young man shook the wine bottle, and then said: "Yes, this is Moutai, in fact, when people are sad, it is difficult to get rid of the pain in their hearts, but wine is the best medicine to get rid of grief." ”
"Why have I never heard of the name of this wine?" Ling Yun said.
"The wine of the previous life, as long as you can drink it in this life, as long as it can heal the pain in your heart, have you heard of it, it doesn't seem to matter, right?" the young man smiled.
"Yes, since this wine can heal the pain in my heart, then I will taste it. As Ling Yun spoke, he took the Moutai wine in the young man's hand, and then put it in his mouth and drank it.
After taking two sips of wine, there was a hot feeling extending from Ling Yun's neck to the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs, as if the sadness in his heart was also burned more by this hot feeling.