After waking up from the temple, the little drunkard always felt that there was something more on his body, so he looked at the old drunkard resting on the side with a little puzzlement, and gently patted his head with a slight pain.

"Hey, didn't you drink a little casually yesterday and get drunk again?" The little drunkard's face instantly wrinkled, but he heard a yawn from the side, and the old drunkard stretched his body.

"You little devil has followed me for so many years, and you will get drunk every time you drink, you have simply lost Lao Tzu's face. The old drunkard stroked his beard and cursed, then got up and patted the dust behind him.

Hearing this slightly mocking words, the little drunkard jumped up at once and scolded: "Haven't you drunk more than me for decades, if I reach your age, I won't be embarrassed to come out to meet people if I can't get drunk without a thousand glasses." With that, as if he was angry, the little drunkard walked out of the temple.

In the temple, there was a whispering sigh from an old drunkard: "Compared to a thousand cups and not getting drunk, I would rather pour one glass, and then I can see the appearance of some people." The old drunkard walked slowly out of the temple, not knowing whether the image that came to his mind was someone he was talking about or someone he would not call out by name.

Thinking of the story that the old drunkard told him the night before, the little drunkard was confused, in the past ten years, he and the old drunkard have had a lot of laughter, but there are few topics as heavy as last night, even when he traveled to the other six countries, he just told himself some food and wine or legends, and yesterday he heard the feat of the Xichu man called "Fu Jiao", the little drunkard couldn't help but be confused, why is there a war in the world?

The little drunkard has many secrets, but he is a very kind person by nature, because he is kind, he can't bear it, because he can't bear it, so he feels very uncomfortable, he has not experienced the Spring and Autumn War of the year, but just by virtue of the old drunkard once told him this "Shi can not be Hongyi, the responsibility is heavy and the road is long" story, has made him wonder why so many people are born to die for a battle.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache, and the little drunkard suddenly felt a depression in his heart, and kicked on a big tree next to him, but he saw a very shallow mark on the tree, and before he could pay attention to the mark created under his feet, the little drunkard felt a strong force on his head.

"I can't walk well, and I complain very much, is it possible that you are going to be a little drunk when the strength of last night's wine has not dissipated?" The old drunkard glared at the little drunkard, but unexpectedly, the little drunkard turned around and widened his eyes.

"If it weren't for the story of the famous people of Xichu that you told me, how could I be so annoyed, I feel that this God is extremely unfair, why do I want to fight, why do I suffer those ordinary people, why don't those people in the rivers and lakes know that the road is uneven and draw their swords to help?"

The old drunkard scratched his head, looked at the little drunkard who was suddenly resentful on the side, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what heaven is? The world is kind, and the sky will not give him a little more love; the world is vicious, and the sky will not give him more suffering; the world will not help and shelter the world when it is in danger; and the world will not give him a little more smile when the world is safe." Heaven is ruthless, the so-called complaining about heaven and others, rather than complaining about heaven, it is better to be more than others, and it is better to blame yourself. The sky is above, and its avenue is ruthless, this is the sky. Under the old drunkard's smile, there are a few wrinkles carved by the years on the face reflecting the sun, the little drunkard can see clearly, and his heart unconsciously remembers the annual rings on the tree he has seen, and these wrinkles seem to be similar, the wrinkles that wind up, under the old drunkard's slightly mocking smile, like a young snake climbing upwards, the little drunkard's heart can't help but rise a trace of sadness that is probably felt in his heart, as if there is empathy.

The old drunkard rarely had a little pity, patted the little drunkard on the shoulder, and sighed softly: "There is no absolute killing in this world, and there is no absolute peace. ”

"Which bad old man in the Southern Tang Dynasty, could it be that you told me that you were going to fight him?" The little drunkard listened with relish, as if he was seduced by a gluttonous worm in his stomach when he was greedy for alcohol, and his eyes unconsciously glowed.

"That old man hasn't had a chance to fight with me yet, I'm afraid he has passed away, the old man named Li Gongyang is really the first literary talent in the Southern Tang Dynasty since ancient times, the Spring and Autumn War more than ten years ago was also from his hands, that guy is pursuing Yamato after a big chaos, if it weren't for the interference of some inexplicable factors, I'm afraid that now in this world, most of them have returned to the Southern Tang Dynasty, and what you see should be a complete song and dance. The words gradually stopped, and the little drunkard heard the unhesitant praise in these words, but he was still unconvinced in his heart, thinking that this person called Li Gongyang had heard it himself, if it was really like this, why not remove all those inexplicable factors, even if he could level the world, could it be that he would be able to stabilize the people's hearts within ten years?

The old drunkard saw the dissatisfaction in the little drunkard's eyes, touched his stomach with one hand, looked at a small wine stall not far away, his eyes lit up, and he pointed in his hand and said in a loud voice: "It's a little hungry and thirsty, it's better to go there to find some food and wine, and then talk to you slowly." Without waiting for the little drunkard to say anything, he strode to the stall in front of him and sat down on his own.

......

"You can laugh at anyone about your dissatisfaction, but you have to believe that Li Ram is definitely not among them. The old drunkard squinted and smiled, his eyebrows seemed to fly, and he cleared his throat and continued.

"The inexplicable factors I mentioned before are the most powerful factors in this world, not to mention Li Gongyang, even countless talents in this world for so many years have not been able to dismember them in a short period of time, they are the masterminds behind the ups and downs of everything in this world, as for those chivalrous men you mentioned, if everyone is like you said, then tell me, how many Jianghu people had to participate in that chaotic war more than ten years ago? You have to know one thing, even if you are the first in the world, in front of the army, it is just like a boat in the ocean, and only manpower is the most powerful opponent in the world. Therefore, as long as there is no slaughter-like thing happening, there will be no such thing as a chivalrous road drawing a sword to help each other, and the court and the rivers and lakes have been two worlds for many years, and the joys and sorrows of the two worlds have always been difficult to blend. ”

"Since the number one in the world can't protect himself in the midst of thousands of armies, what's the use of practicing martial arts?" The little drunkard suddenly didn't understand why there were still so many people in this world who yearned for martial arts.

"Stupid, can't you run if you can't beat it? No matter how strong a person is, he has to change his breath, and if he doesn't retreat a step in front of the army, he can't change it in one breath, then he still has a fart. The old drunkard slapped the little drunkard on the head, then stood up, touched his gradually rounded belly, and shouted comfort.

The other people on the small wine stall listened to the old drunkard's comments like a storyteller, and when they saw the old drunkard get up, they yelled at the old drunkard to say a little more, and the shopkeeper walked to the old drunkard diligently, poured the wine gourd he had placed on the table full of wine, and whispered to the old drunkard to talk casually again, and deserved the money for this meal.

The old drunkard replied dissatisfiedly: "Could it be that Lao Tzu looks like he is poor in money?" The shopkeeper hurriedly said that it was naturally not, but he secretly slandered himself, looking at the old drunkard's poor and sour appearance, but thinking that he would say a little more, it is best to let these listeners float a few more whites for these things, wouldn't the silver two make a lot of money?

Looking at the shopkeeper's low voice, the old drunkard looked smug, regardless of whether he muttered in his heart, smiled and continued to talk, but the little drunkard on the side yawned a lot, remembering that in the past ten years, no matter where he went, he could hear some stories that made his ears callous, and secretly admired the old drunkard's insight. He even often wonders if the old drunkard is really the same as the protagonist in those storytellings, in fact, he is a hidden master, but he only thinks about it every time, because he has never seen a dog chasing him all over the street for stealing wine, rubbing people to eat from time to time, and he only knows the master of drinking and drinking for a day.

As the sun rises, to it hides in the West Mountain, this pair of drunkards and apprentices can leave this small wine stall, and the old drunkard who has gone away still looks back from time to time, and is extremely reluctant to give himself a small stall full of gourd wine, but he does not see the fear on the face of the little two when he keeps asking for wine.

Looking at the pair of drunkards in the distance, Xiao Er wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead, but he was surprised that there were still such people in this world who could drink, the remaining three good wines in the corner of the table made him distressed and happy, today's income has doubled several times compared to the past, thinking of this, I unconsciously remembered that the pretty lady in my family can add some red makeup, and I am looking forward to the big flip in the night, saying those private words and her after listening, how happy she will be, and how happy she can be.

Xiao Er's face unconsciously showed an expectant smile, the distressed three jars of wine that he originally wanted to give to the old drunkard for nothing, he also felt that it was nothing more than that, so why be distressed.

... ...

The mountain range where the old drunkard stood at this time is called the Tiangan Mountain Range, which is the dividing line between the Western Desert Demon Road and Western Chu a long time ago, and it is also the gateway for the old drunkard when he went out on an expedition many years ago.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, the little drunkard suddenly felt a surge of air on his limbs, he felt an inexplicable feeling, the whole body seemed to have a little more sour and numbness, when he looked into the distance, the waterfall in the distance could be seen clearly, but when he looked at it, it became a trace of nothingness.

But he didn't allow much thought, he felt his head extremely tired, so he closed his eyes, moved slowly under the moonlight, his hands sometimes became palms, sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes like white cranes shining wings, sometimes like dragons exploring shallow streams, beside his hands, a white mist seemed to be looming.

The old drunkard took a sip of wine to himself, he looked at the little drunkard at this time, as if he saw himself many years ago when he entered the martial arts, a thought through and a hundred thoughts, his stupid apprentice, entered the martial arts at the end of the day, although he said that he had entered the dream of teaching, but the accumulation of the past ten years, so that the old drunkard seemed to see a strong man standing on the top of the rivers and lakes after a long time, so his eyes became sharper, stretched out a palm and the little drunkard's palms were entwined together, between the three palms, a Tai Chi pattern faintly appeared hidden in it.

At this time, on the Heavenly Palace farther away, Xuanyuan Ce's closed eyes suddenly opened, he seemed to hear the ridicule coming from his body, he rubbed his slightly swollen temples, looked sideways at a man in black beside him, pondered for a moment, and said: "The butcher back then brought a future little butcher to the Western Desert again, the revenge of the Demon Sect, you will give it to him personally." Xuanyuan Ce waved his hand, and after the man left, he waved and danced, and conjured up a map, on which there were seven areas, and five of them gradually dimmed, and among the remaining two, one of them gradually gave birth to infinite light, and the source of that light was the Tiangan Mountain Range.

"After all, it is in the world, and variables are variables after all. Xuanyuan Ce sighed secretly, his eyes were gloomy, and he was dead to the Tiangan Mountain Range on the map, he had a feeling that there would be another real Heavenly Realm person in the world, and that sloppy old drunkard, it seems, there is a trace of the feeling of a sage, thinking of this, he not only showed a wry smile.

Will there be saints in the world?