"Okay, I'll have a drink with you two today. As Ling Yun spoke, he also sat down on the chair, and then he took a sip of Moutai wine.

Seeing Ling Yun tasting this Moutai, whether it was Zou Wei or Wang Xiaopang, they couldn't help the impulse in their bodies, and they quickly opened the Moutai in front of them.

After opening the wine, both of them took a small sip, and then looked at the surrounding scenery, at the blue sky, at the white clouds.

Ling Yun smiled slightly, and then said, "This wine is good, isn't it?"

Zou Wei's left hand waved, interrupting Ling Yun's questioning, and said, "At this time, there is no need to say anything, everything, just quietly appreciate." ”

As he spoke, Zou Wei's eyes looked at the leaves that kept falling from the air, and listened to the sound of the leaves falling to the ground.

Even Wang Xiaopang, after taking a sip of wine, looked at the leaves that kept falling in the air, and looked at the appearance of the leaves when they were blown by the wind.

Looking at the flying leaves, when he looked at it, tears flowed from Wang Xiaopang's eyes.

Tick, tick, Wang Xiaopang's tears fell to the ground, and the voice seemed very clear in such a silent moment.

Hearing the sound of tears falling, Ling Yun's body trembled slightly, he looked at Wang Xiaopang, and said, "Xiaopang, what's wrong?"

Even Zou Wei looked at Wang Xiaopang.

Wang Xiaopang's right hand, which looked a little fat, wiped a handful of tears from the corners of his eyes, and then said, "I miss my family, my father, and my mother." ”

Ling Yun had longing in his eyes, he patted Wang Xiaopang's shoulder with his right hand, and said, "Xiaopang, it's okay, after becoming an ordinary disciple of the outer courtyard together, then there will be time to go home." ”

Zou Wei also patted his right hand on Wang Xiaopang's shoulder, and said: "Xiaopang, as long as your strength goes up, it is very easy to mix in this Fengyun Academy, and when the time comes, you can go wherever you want to go." ”

The tears in Wang Xiaopang's eyes stopped, and then said, "But, Brother Zou Wei, haven't you stayed in this miscellaneous courtyard for decades, and you are still a miscellaneous disciple?"

Hearing this, Zou Wei's old face turned red, and then said: "It's no wonder to me, even when I was doing chores, I didn't forget to cultivate, but this cultivation is so unattainable, what can I do?"

Ling Yun smiled and said, "Everyone, don't be so depressed, hurry up and tell me, is there any news that Fengyun Academy is selecting ordinary disciples in the Miscellaneous Academy, if so, I am just waiting for this day." ”

The look of expectation in Ling Yun's eyes was very strong, very strong.

After Zou Wei took a sip of wine, he said, "If you have it, it's the day after tomorrow." ”

"What, the day after tomorrow? That's good news. Ling Yun couldn't help but clasp his hands in excitement.

Holding his hands tightly, Ling Yun continued: "I think Brother Zou Wei, you will definitely be able to become an ordinary disciple by then, and then you will be able to go home freely, in my opinion, you shouldn't have been home for more than ten years, right?"

Hearing this, Zou Wei's eyes were gloomy, and after he picked up the Moutai wine and took a deep sip, he said infinitely sadly: "Home? When I was very young, I didn't have the concept of home. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, his gaze looking at the distant sky, as if he was looking for something, perhaps the feeling of that home.

Even Ling Yun and Wang Xiaopang looked at Zou Wei.

Ling Yun had a little surprise in his eyes, and said, "Brother, why didn't you have the concept of home when you were very young? ”

"Can you share it? give me a cigar first?" Zou Wei's eyes were infinitely lonely, and he stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and walked towards Lingyun.

Ling Yun did not hesitate, and as soon as he touched it from the Qiankun bag, he took out a cigar, and he stuck the cigar between Zou Wei's two fingers.

As soon as the red flame of Zou Wei's left index finger ignited, he lit the cigar between the two fingers of his right hand.

The posture in which he lit the cigarette was so lonely, with infinite sadness in the loneliness.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, letting the smoke reverberate in the air for a while and disappear before he said: "I was born in a small village outside Lei Hao City, Donglin Township, I remember when I was young, I had a good father and mother, and a good younger brother and sister, I was eight years old, but I ...... at that time."

Before Zou Wei's words were finished, his two fists kept clenching, so that the muscles on his clenched hands jumped.

Ling Yun and Wang Xiaopang didn't speak, they were waiting for Zou Wei's next step.

Finally, after clenching his hands for a while, Zou Wei's hands let go, and he said: "At that time, there were bandits attacking the village, and under the burning, killing and looting, the entire village was completely slaughtered, even my younger brothers and sisters were not spared. ”

Speaking of which, although Zou Wei looked like a man in his thirties, his tears slowly flowed to his face in his eye sockets and slowly fell towards the ground.

Silence, silence, neither Ling Yun nor Wang Xiaopang spoke again.

At this time, silence is the best contemplation.

Zou Wei took a deep breath of the cigar that was holding the trembling fingers of his right hand in his mouth, spit out a lonely smoke ring, and after he took another sip of wine, he continued: "As for me, I didn't die, I was saved by the elder of a small sect 'Xikong Gate' when he accidentally passed through the village, of course, those bandits were all killed by this elder. ”

As he spoke, Zou Wei took another sip of wine and said: "Even if you save me, what's the use, in the end I'm the only one left, I have no relatives in this world, no friends, my relatives, my friends are all dead, I have nothing to love, what am I still alive for?"

Zou Wei took another sip of wine and continued: "So at that time, I asked the elder to give me a sword and let me commit suicide. ”

Ling Yun became interested, and couldn't help but speak, "What did the elder say?"

Zou Wei shook his head, and then said: "The elder finally handed me the sword in his hand, saying that it was to fulfill me and let me wipe my neck, since people live in this world and have no love, then there is no meaning in living." ”

"You didn't wipe your neck, or you wouldn't be sitting here today. Lingyun said.

Zou Wei's face was bitter, and then he said: "When I put that bright long sword on my neck that day, I had a great fear in my heart, I was afraid of death. ”

As he spoke, Zou Wei lowered his head gloomily.

Ling Yun's eyes were very complicated, he stretched out his right hand, then gently patted Zou Wei's broad shoulder, and said, "It's okay, it's good to be alive, in this world, people are afraid of death." ”