Super Elation Under the Sun

The North Sea incident was completely over. Someone came early and naturally saw everything. Someone came late and naturally saw nothing. Since there is no point in coming to the North Sea again, then simply bypass the North Sea and not waste effort here.

You can go around the North Sea, but you cannot go around the North Sea.

The North Sea is a dividing line between the mountains and rivers and the monster land. If you want to go to the monster land, you must go from the coast to the coast.

Beihai was originally a grand canyon. It originated six thousand years ago. Many monks did not know why he appeared in the world, separating the mountains and rivers from the demon land, but the saints must know.

Zenzi who has read a lot of books knows a lot, but he never knows more than sages.

Because this grand canyon was originally created because the saints fought against each other, several saints fought against each other in the North Sea, and the mountains and rivers were turbulent, and the demon land was dark. Finally, this grand canyon was created.

After the sea water was poured into it, the North Sea not only became a shelter for the Kun tribe, but also became the dividing point between mountains and rivers and demons.

To the north of the North Sea is the demon land, and to the south of the North Sea is the mountains and rivers.

Whether you want to set foot in the demon land or from the demon land to the mountains and rivers, you must cross the North Sea.

Nowadays, although there are many big ships on the North Sea, none of them are thinking about sailing from the mountains and rivers to the demon land. The big ships on the sea are for the holy pill.

The coast has gradually become deserted these days. After many monks have left, the prestige is no longer here. Some fishermen who have rested for many days go out to sea again to fish, and the ordinary people on the coast have increased.

In a teahouse on the coast, an old scholar carrying a bookcase pushed in. Now there are no customers in the deserted teahouse, except for the two monks in the corner who cannot see clearly. Only one teenager was left sitting by the window, drinking cheap tea.

A pot of tea is only a few cents, which is really not expensive.

After pushing the door in, the old scholar looked at the old shopkeeper leaning on the counter, and the folds on his old face were all unfolded, and he smiled and asked for a pot of wine.

The old shopkeeper's old face became a little angry, looking at the old scholar, he smiled and said, "I am a tea house."

The old scholar put down the bookcase, sat opposite the boy, and smiled at the old shopkeeper: "If you don't sell alcohol, I won't open my mouth."

The old shopkeeper stood up solemnly for the first time. He looked at this old scholar with a strange expression. He had been selling tea on the coast for many years. No one knew that he had done a business of selling wine before selling tea, but the time has been very long. For a long time, except for those who have been here for drinking hundreds of years ago, no one else will know, even the former schoolmaster Su Ye and the demon leader Lin Hongzhu did not know that he had ever sold wine. .

This old Confucian student was the first person he met to ask for wine since he switched to selling tea.

Since they know the old things, they are mostly old friends.

The old shopkeeper dragged out a bottle of wine that he didn't know had been hundreds of years under the counter and placed it in front of the old scholar.

Then the old shopkeeper seemed to be struggling to sit in front of him.

The two old men ignored the tea-drinking boy who was standing by.

The old shopkeeper poured a bowl of wine for the old scholar, and then poured a bowl for himself, took a sip, and felt a pungent sensation that he hadn't felt for hundreds of years, and then asked: "I haven't seen it in hundreds of years. I have forgotten who you are."

This sentence is honest. When he was selling wine, he had a weird temper. It was not a big monk who could not even enter his wine shop. Therefore, those who were lucky enough to drink in his wine shop were at least Spring and Autumn monks. At that time, there were very few people who were qualified to be his drinkers, so he remembered his drinkers clearly, but then he switched to selling tea, so he sold it no matter who it was. Since then, he has seen more people. I can’t remember exactly who had drunk in his liquor store.

The old shopkeeper laughed and said: "Most people can't remember, but I remember a guy named Meng Jin very clearly. The talent of kendo is second only to the last sword embryo in the line of swordsmen, Bai Zhihan. It was already Spring and Autumn. I drank wine and entered the demon land, but unfortunately I couldn't return in the end. Before I left, I said that I became a sword immortal, so I came back and went to my wine shop for a drink."

"It seems to be here."

The old shopkeeper pointed to the boy next to him.

The old Confucian drank a sip and added: "Meng Jin didn't come back, but he had accepted an apprentice before he left. That person was Xu Ji. He was not bad in kendo talent, that is, the current Jianshan ancestor, even back then It is more promising to become a sword fairy than Chao Qingqiu, but it seems to be dead now."

Speaking of Chao Qingqiu, the old shopkeeper was a little smiled, "I haven't had tea with me then, but two good seedlings have been here a few days ago."

The old Confucian picked up the wine bowl and sighed softly, "People who can be remembered by you have nothing to end."

Hearing this sentence, the old shopkeeper was about to smile, and he thought of the people he remembered. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was really dead. From the beginning of Meng Jin to the present Bei Ming, which one is average Monk.

Didn't they all die? They all failed to cross that threshold.

Living too long, and seeing the separation of life and death, the old shopkeeper's heart has long been numb. He just stared at the old scholar in front of him, always feeling familiar, but he really couldn't remember who he was.

The old Confucian drank a few more bowls of wine before he asked sternly, "Apart from Su Ye, have you ever seen a brilliant scholar?"

The old shopkeeper thought carefully, but did not really remember.

The old Confucian slapped his head and said anxiously: "It's the scholar with a bad name."

The old shopkeeper screamed, and there was no look that suddenly realized, he just said flatly: "I drank tea and went to the demon land. Thinking about it, it was more than a hundred years ago. Why, are you going to find him?"

The old scholar said frankly: "Go to the demon land, if you can see him, it will naturally be an excellent thing."

The old shopkeeper seemed to have no energy, and asked casually, "What else?"

The old scholar smiled and asked, "Don't you want to take that last step?"

The old shopkeeper, who had already lost his energy, just smiled after hearing this sentence, "It's not easy to live, but it's not difficult to die."

A Canghai died before Beihai.

That is the price paid for taking the last step.

The old scholar frowned and said, "You have lost all courage after living for so many years?"

Yes, from beginning to end, this old shopkeeper was not like a great monk, but like a lingering old dog, it was waiting for the day of death, although that day was still many years away.

The old shopkeeper still shook his head, "As long as you can live, being a man and a dog is not a difficult thing to choose."