Nighthawk said: "Within seven days, I will get the Seal Dragon Treasure Crate!

After that, Nighthawk and the ghost are about to leave!

"Senior, wait!" Murong Xian'er called out to Nighthawk.

Nighthawk said, "Is there something wrong with Miss Murong?"

Murong Xian'er smiled: "I just want to ask, if this treasure is in hand, how should it be divided?"

Nighthawk smiled: "If you get it, I and the ghost will share fifty percent, and you will share the rest!"

"This" Murong Xian'er's brows were already furrowed.

The brows of the Five Poisons of the Western Regions were similarly furrowed.

Nighthawk smiled: "Fifty percent of you can get a lot, you can't eat so much gold, silver and jewelry in your life." ”

The crowd did not speak, only frowned.

Nighthawk smiled lightly: "Okay, greedy enough, I like greedy people! That's it, I and the ghost see sorrow account for forty percent, and you share the rest! I can only make this concession, don't let me say anything, and scatter in two!"

After thinking for a moment, everyone had to agree.

In the blink of an eye, Nighthawk and Ghost were gone.

The five poisons of the Western Regions and the six people who played with the trick went upstairs separately.

Murong Xian'er also turned around and walked upstairs, at this moment, Baili Xingfeng didn't know what to do, so he had to follow Murong Xian'er upstairs.

"Don't follow me!" Who knows, Murong Xian'er's voice suddenly sounded, and this voice was very cold, as if it came from the Nine Shadows Land.

Hearing this voice, Baili Xingfeng was slightly stunned, he never knew that Murong Xian'er would be so cold.

Most of the people with such cold voices are people with stories!

What is Murong Xian'er's story?

Now that you have nothing to do, you might as well go out and practice your sword, as if you haven't practiced your sword for a long time.

Familiar streets, wide and long, also lonely, lonely and lonely!

Are you born destined to be lonely?

Otherwise, why do you always have no relatives or friends around you?

The long street, a young figure, under the gloomy sky, looks lonely and bleak, and even more, lonely!

He suddenly didn't want to practice swordsmanship, he wanted to drink!

Unconsciously, Baili Xingfeng actually walked to the nameless inn where he lived with Beitang Feixue.

Here, there are many good memories, but it is also a sad place.

The inn is not big, just a small inn, a small inn that does not even have a name, and because it is small, it is also very quiet.

"Yo, guest officer, you're here!"

The shopkeeper already remembered Baili Xingfeng, but this is not surprising, Beitang Feixue and Baili Xingfeng have lived here for a long time.

"Two catties of soju, the strongest burning knife!"

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute!"

The wine soon came up, and Baili Xingfeng poured a large bowl and dried it in one gulp.

The wine is very strong, and it is like a fire when drunk in the stomach, but the wind seems to feel a little better, because the pain of ** can make people forget the pain in their hearts a little.

It seems that this can really make me feel better, Baili Xingfeng drank another bowl, but because he drank too quickly, he coughed violently just after drinking.

"I have a jar of wine here, it tastes very good, do you want a bowl!" a kind voice sounded.

Baili Xingfeng looked up, only to see a white-haired old man on the table not far away, looking at himself with a smile, this white-haired old man looked very strange, obviously full of white hair, but there was no wrinkle on his face, his skin was as good as a baby, and he was really a crane-haired child.

Baili Xingfeng said: "The seniors are polite!"

The white-haired old man smiled slightly: "It's okay, good wine is meant to be shared by everyone!"

"Then the junior will be disrespectful!"

Baili Xingfeng was about to get up, but the white-haired old man waved his hand, smiled at him, held the jar of wine in front of him, and walked towards the table of Baili Xingfeng.

The white-haired old man walked and staggered, as if he was about to fall at any moment.

Baili Xingfeng's brows have been furrowed.

He could naturally see that this old man was by no means an ordinary person, but he couldn't feel a trace of breath on the old man's body, as if this white-haired old man was an ordinary old man.

The white-haired old man sat down opposite Baili Xingfeng and looked at him with a smile.

"The younger generation is a hundred miles away, and I also ask for the name of the senior!"

The white-haired old man smiled lightly: "I don't have a name, the old man's surname is Feng, and his name is Feng Muchen." ”

"I've seen the wind seniors!"

The white-haired old man smiled slightly: "No need to be polite, in fact, I'm not a senior, I'm just an old man who likes to drink!"

After speaking, the white-haired old man picked up his wine jar and added a bowl of wine to the bowl of a hundred miles of wind.

"Thank you, senior!"

Baili Xingfeng picked up the bowl, took a sip, couldn't help frowning, and took another sip, and found that this wine was like clear water, dull and tasteless, no wine at all, no difference from water, and doubtful: "Senior, this is obviously water!"

Feng Muchen said: "Nonsense, this is obviously wine!"

Baili Xingfeng frowned and said: "I can naturally distinguish between water and wine, this is obviously water, how can it be wine?"

Feng Muchen asked, "If a bowl of wine is mixed with water, then do you say that this bowl is wine or water?"

Baili Xingfeng said: "Even if a bowl of wine is mixed with water, it is still wine!"

Feng Muchen said with a smile: "That's right, my jar of wine is just a bowl of wine mixed with most of the jar water, although it is a bit much, but it is still wine after all!"

"But"

"Although this jar of wine is still wine, it has changed its taste, it has become light as water, it has become no longer like wine, just like people, everyone is born the same, but because everyone's life experience is different, so everyone has become different, some people have become good, some people have become evil, although the essence is human, some people have become not like people. It's like a bowl of burning knives, mixed with some water, it won't be so uncomfortable to drink, but if you mix too much water, no one will drink it. Whether a bowl of wine is good or bad depends on what the drinker says. People are like a bowl of wine, whether it is good or bad, depending on what they should do, whether it is right or wrong, whether they say it or not, it depends on what the world says!"

After hearing this, Baili Xingfeng fell into deep thought.

Now everyone in the world feels that they are doing the right thing, and they are all bent on doing whatever they want.

Are they all right? But who is going to stand up and say they're wrong?

Who can tell which is right and which is wrong?

Is everything you doing right?

I came to Chang'an just to challenge the world's famous sword and make Juque the number one sword in the world, but even if I defeated everyone and Juque became the world's number one sword, what was the use?

Can Juque always stand in the rivers and lakes without falling?

How can we make Juque leave an eternal legend in the rivers and lakes?

Baili Xingfeng suddenly remembered the words of his predecessors who returned to the sea: kill those who should be killed, save those who should be saved, and protect those who should be guarded!

But what should you do?

Who tells themselves what to do?

"Seniors"

Baili Xingfeng looked up, where was Feng Muchen's figure, if it weren't for the fact that there was a bowl of wine as light as clear water in front of him, he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

"Forget it, I don't want to be so much! There is wine today and I am drunk today! Xiao Er, two more catties of soju, and I want the strongest burning knife. ”

"Okay!"