And this trend of declining numbers seems to be unstoppable, even if the whole of their clan reduces the use of prophecy, it still has no effect.

When it came to Huang Liang's generation, he and his great-grandfather Huang Meng were finally left speechless, which can be said to be extremely bleak.

No one can stand the ups and downs of this fate. It is difficult to say that the unruliness shown in Huang Liang's previous personality has nothing to do with these.

And I finally understand that Huang Liang usually likes to brag about the performance of pat horses, and whoever is born in such a family will have a very strong desire to survive.

At this point, I have a very detailed understanding of the past of the Huangliang family.

And he seems to be still immersed in the memories of the past and can't extricate himself.

Although he no longer continued to speak, the whole person still did not mean to wake up, and what he showed was ignoring everything around him, including me, and directly ignoring people.

Seeing him like this, I am embarrassed to continue to bother, hoping that he can get out of this confusion on his own.

At the same time, I also hope that my previous hunch will not come true, after all, it is just some unprovoked delusions.

However, at the moment when my mind withdrew from the soul ring, I noticed that someone seemed to be visiting outside the cave, and it was still an acquaintance.

When I opened the door of the cave, I was shocked to find Dewey standing there holding on to the threshold.

After a day of absence, he became more unrestrained.

Yesterday, he was just carrying a wine gourd and taking a sip from time to time.

Today's Dewey is directly carrying a half-person-high wine gourd on his back, which is very scary.

From the lines of the gourd, it can be seen that this gourd that is so big that it is probably the same as the one he held in his hand before.

After all, as a fairy treasure, it is really a common thing to change its own size.

"Disciple Dewey greets Uncle Taishi!" Seeing me open the door, Dewey reluctantly stood up straight, bowing and bowing.

Although I am now the nominal number two person in Monkey King Academy, I also understand that my foundation is really shallow, so naturally I will not hold it up.

The moment he came to the bow, I turned sideways without a trace, avoiding his worship.

At the same time, he hurriedly returned the salute, helped him up, and said, "When did Senior Brother Dewey become so polite? ”

After all, he is also the first person I officially met after coming to Qitian Academy, and I don't feel bad about him, and I don't want the relationship between the two to be awkward.

Dewey deserves to be Dewey, and he was not polite when he heard my words, and after answering loudly, he easily untied the big gourd behind his back.

Then the two hands held the gourd together and raised it high, and poured a big mouthful into the mouth, very heroic.

Looking at his exaggerated movements, I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Senior Brother Dewey, you gourd...... You can get smaller, right? I remember yesterday you just held it in your hand. ”

"Hahaha...... Dongfang Tian, you don't know, yesterday the wine was almost finished, and the gourd naturally became smaller. ”

"Today's gourd...... I filled it with wine when I came, and that's what it is!"

"When the wine is full, the gourd is stable and not shaking!" he said with a smile: "In this way, I carry it on my back, and I have a sense of steadfastness." ”

Hearing this kind of point-in-the-tumble words, I could only pretend to smile with him as if nothing had happened, and invited him to the cave.

For a person with Dewey's character, it is sometimes quite a headache to be really familiar with.

I saw that he was not polite at all, and he walked inside with a big gourd with one hand, leaving a long mark on the ground.

"Tsk-tsk-tsk-it is worthy of the cave mansion under the Supreme Elder Qi Tianfeng, and the aura in it is so rich that it is unimaginable. He said with a bit of drunkenness.

After Dewey's reminder, I suddenly realized that this cave was different, and the aura of heaven and earth in it was really rich.

Although it is not as good as that of the Supreme Elder, it is not far off.

Dewey came in and only glanced at it, then walked straight to my simple stone table and sat down in a stone chair.

It's just that the eyes are a little blurry, and the whole person looks like he is drunk but not drunk.

"I wonder what Brother Dewey is here?" I asked.

I didn't feel inappropriate about his actions, after all, when I was in Dongfang Fort before, I wouldn't be much better than him.

"It's really hard to come to you. It's still far away from Qi Tianfeng, and I began to be checked, and I almost even took the wine gourd......"

He said to himself as if he hadn't heard my question.

"It's too hidden and safe here, not to mention that you can capture the Dao rhyme emanating from Elder Taishang when he cultivates from time to time, it's simply a first-class cultivation blessed place in my Qitian Academy!"

"I, Dewey, rarely serve anyone, especially when I meet, or even talk to people I know. But for Dongfang Tian, I am convinced!" he said with a grin.

"You've walked a path I've never been able to finish in my life...... he said, his face getting more and more drunk.

It is hard to imagine that a monk with immeasurable true strength would be as drunk as a mortal to such an extent.

"If Senior Brother Dewey likes this place, he will remember it often in the future. I said, from the bottom of my heart.

After all, it's been a long, long time since I've met someone with such a true temperament.

In other words, in this dream world where you can cultivate immortals, I haven't even encountered it once!

After all, the Dongfang Fort, where it used to live, is so big, and the villagers in it are very familiar, so there is no such problem at all.

Not to mention in my dreams, even in this real world, I only have a few friends who like to drink heavily.

And I have only met one person who can drink himself to such an extent when they meet for the first time and are not familiar with each other.

At this time, the images left in my mind were somewhat superimposed, which strengthened my determination to have a good relationship with Dewey.

The so-called wine is not as good as old, and people are not as good as the old, probably so.

Many times in life, when we make a decision, in fact, most of the situation is based on our own past experience.

What makes us feel good at the first contact must be that there is a reference in the past experience that makes us feel happy.

And the two have great similarities in one or more aspects.

Almost subconsciously, we transfer some or all of our good feelings about the past to new things, forming a kind of substitution-like effect.

I have to say that what happened to me and Dewey at this moment is a real example of this effect.