Unlike other places where business is bleak, the Tavern in the north of the city is full of drinkers.

For some people, it is a great pleasure to be able to sit in a warm tavern in this weather while watching the rain outside, and many people love the contrast.

I don't know if the fire is too hot, or the wine in the glass is too strong, the faces of the drinkers are slightly red. There is often only a small plate of peanuts and half a catty of turbid wine in front of him, but he can sit dry for a night.

The little guy had a towel on his shoulder, bowed his head, was busy with miscellaneous things, and raised his head from time to time to look at the sturdy man sitting under the eaves, and couldn't help but bow his head quickly.

There are a lot of drinkers in the tavern, but there is only one outside the tavern. The weather suddenly cooled down, and the man was still wearing only that single dress, as if he only had that one dress, and the table in front of him was not wine, but a pot of water.

Since he came to the tavern, this man has never drunk, and there is always a pot of water on the table, which is a habit developed in the army for many years. The heavy responsibility of commanding the Zhennan army and guarding the country told him that he could not drink.

Coming to the tavern to drink only water is completely hooliganism in the eyes of the shopkeeper.

If it was an ordinary guest, I am afraid that they would have been dragged out of the wine shop, and they did not forget to spit fiercely. But it's not as hard as other people's fists, even if you're here to play hooligan, then I have to honestly laugh and shout 'Uncle?'

The sound of drinking and punching was endless, but it couldn't stir up the commotion in his heart, he just sat there quietly staring at the autumn rain outside.

And the eyes of the guests are only the wine in front of them and the fist on the opposite side. Punching is a very interesting thing, obviously to drink, but I want to hold back the little desire in my heart to fight with people to win or lose, for the sake of fun.

There was a drinker who won several games in a row, which attracted a large number of applause. Then he stood up, looked at the drinking friend who was not an opponent on the other side with contempt, and filled a big bowl for it heroically in the wine altar, and there were people behind him who kept cheering him up.

But the one on the other side was already blushing and had a thick neck, and the green tendons on his neck had already turned red, and he was high and uplifted. The only remaining bit of consciousness told him that he couldn't drink anymore, and he fell on the table and kept waving his hands, clearly to repay the debt, causing everyone's strong dissatisfaction.

There is a rule in the wine house, those who come are guests. It doesn't matter what your character is, but if you don't have a good drink, you're in the mood for anger.

Seeing this, the little guy didn't know how to end it, and the guest had already eaten three or two jars of wine, and he was afraid that he would kill someone if he drank it again, but he didn't dare to step forward to get involved in the matter.

Suddenly, the tavern began to fall silent, the sound of the crackling of the stove in the corner of the wall was clearly audible, and the raised arms of the guests were slowly lowered, and their expressions were solemn, and they were no longer in the mood to drink and fight.

Seeing this, the little girl raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and looked out along everyone's eyes, with the same expression, the same quiet.

A figure, a black umbrella, two people.

Somehow, they always felt that this kind of picture might not have been in this city, and looked down at the drinker who was lying on the table opposite, and slowly put down the wine jar in his hand, and spared him this time.

Feeling the anesthesia flowing in his blood, he turned his head to look at the pale young man lying on the young man's back, poured out the bowl of wine, asked for a pot of hot water, and began to think quietly.

For fear that the rain on the umbrella cloth would splash on the man's body, Yang Hejiu was still quite far from the eaves position, so he only ensured that he could have a normal conversation.

The middle-aged man outside the tavern raised his head and looked at it, frowned slightly and said, "I'm just a martial artist, I can't help him." ”

Yang Hejiu nodded, "He wants to go out for a walk." ”

"Why?" Lin Pinggui was a little puzzled.

Of course, his incomprehension was not the idiotic question of why he had to go out for a walk on a rainy day, but he was a little puzzled by the sky-rushing aura just now, and like Bi Siqian, he also didn't understand why Yang Hejiu would do this for the sake of a teenager who had just met for two days.

"Because he wants to live. Yang Hejiu replied.

"Everyone wants to live. The man inside, even if he was drunk to the point of delirium, his instinctive reaction was to live first. Lin Pinggui stood up, pointed his finger diagonally into the tavern and said slowly.

Suddenly thinking of something, the man smiled self-deprecatingly, and even he began to wonder whether this sentence was still reliable.

The reactions of the drinkers returned to normal, and they hurriedly avoided the man's fingers, for fear that they had become the man's target. Then he pretended to hold the hot water that had just been poured into the wine bowl, but his eyes couldn't stop glancing out.

Yang Hejiu frowned slightly and thought carefully for a while, then looked at the inside of the tavern and said calmly: "If he really wants to live, then it won't be like this."

Lin Pinggui couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that you have learned the essence of the dean's scoundrel." And what about Bi Siqian? He also wants to live. ”

"He's different. ”

"How is it different?"

"He's damned. ”

Hearing this, Xu Changan's heart felt warm for a while, and he did not disturb the conversation between the two.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the dean's students to be able to say such things. He fled three times in the city, the last time in the capital. However, I want to remind you that you are a member of the Spirit Academy, and Bi Siqian is the head of the Imperial Spirit Division, so you have to think about what is involved. ”

Yang Hejiu nodded, and he didn't know if he could listen to the middle-aged man's words.

The middle-aged man sat down again, turned to look at Xu Changan on Yang Hejiu's back, frowned slightly, and said, "We've met?"

Xu Changan nodded and said, "I met when I was in the city." ”

"You're coming for me too?"

"I'm here to thank you. ”

The man gently turned the water cup on the table, smiled and said, "Don't you enjoy the little time you have left, but you have to come to thank me, I don't know why you want to thank me?"

"Because you're amazing. ”

"A lot of people are amazing. But what I'm telling you is that I can't help you. Your talent is very good, but the mountain inside you is too tall for you to split the mountain and then cultivate, and you can't withstand the damage caused by the collapse of the mountain. The man added: "One more thing, you are very badly injured. ”

Xu Changan nodded lightly and did not speak, he knew that what this man said was true.

"So, do you still want to live?" Lin Pinggui asked with interest.

"If I can live, I will live. The young man replied with a firm look in his eyes.

"If you can't live, what are you going to do?"

Xu Changan looked down at the broken star that Yang Hejiu was carrying on his waist, and said with a smile: "But I want to die." ”

"It's a good one, but I want to die. If you can live, even if you can't practice, you can follow me to practice martial arts, but I want to tell you, cultivating that thing is not much better than dying. What I can promise you is that Bi Siqian's head, I will accept it for you. The premise is that you can survive first. Do you understand?"

Xu Changan grinned: "If I can live, I will not work to lead the lord to do it." ”

Lin Pinggui looked at the young man with a hippie smile in front of him, but he always felt that there was a piercing coldness in his smiling eyes, 'This young man?'

"I will not stop you if you go and beg for death, and I will not agree to anyone from outside the city if they want to come in. ”

"There's Lord Law. Xu Changan nodded and said with a smile.

He didn't come here to ask for help, he just asked for this sentence.

The two left with umbrellas, and the middle-aged man looked down at the water cup in his hand, and said to himself: "But I want to die? ”

Perhaps thinking of a certain person through this sentence, the man laughed at himself, poured the water in the cup into the rain outside, and shouted: "Come to the altar wine!"

......

The east and north of the city had already been there, and the two began to walk in the direction of the south of the city.

"I want to see the sea outside the city, I used to hear adults say that the sea eats people, but I never dared to go, but now I am not afraid, so I want to go and see it. Xu Changan lay on Yang Hejiu's back, looked at the position further south, and said, as if he had seen the sea and sky in his eyes.

"Good. ”

"Just now the man said that I was very talented, but I couldn't practice, and I knew he wasn't lying to me, but I didn't quite understand what he meant. Xu Changan said.

"There is a big mountain in everyone's body, and only by opening that mountain can we build a spiritual lake and then practice. The height of that mountain determines whether you can practice or not, and if the mountain is too high, it will not be able to break through, and you will naturally not be able to practice. Yang Hejiu thought for a while and explained.

He was really not good at explaining these questions, but he still tried to use plain language to ensure that the boy could understand the meaning of his words.

"Open a mountain and build a lake? It turns out that cultivation is to pour water into the lake. The boy laughed.

Yang Hejiu nodded, "So to speak." ”

In other words, the fact that some people are unable to practice is not because they are not talented, but because they are too talented? ”

"The height of that mountain in my body has nothing to do with talent. Yang Hejiu shook his head slightly and said.

Suddenly thinking of something, Xu Changan asked softly, "You haven't told me about these things because you're afraid that I will be disappointed when I learn that I can't cultivate?"

The fish and shrimp in the pond do not envy the sheer size of the blue whale in the deep sea, because there is no such thing as a whale in their world. But if a migratory bird that migrated south flew from the far north, and when it built a hole next to the pond, it told the fish that there was a creature called a whale in the sea, which was more than ten zhang long and weighed 10,000 catties, and could swallow the entire pond in one meal.

Those fish naturally won't believe it, but that doesn't mean they won't think, and even a very small number of beings will want to go to those distant seas to take a look, so the outcome can be imagined, not to mention whether it will become food in the mouths of those fish, it is just a freshwater fish.

Yang Hejiu was silent.

"But I don't understand, since I can't practice, why do you want to accept me as a student?" Xu Changan asked puzzled.

"You don't have to practice. Yang Hejiu replied.

Xu Changan nodded, can't you practice and still be alive?

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