The first one is that Kunlun is well and has no worries about luck.
In the second one, the five brothers and sisters made a perfect curtain call, living happily and dying peacefully.
Third, the younger generation in Kunlun can grow up smoothly and take over their burdens smoothly.
In this way, when the day of death was approaching, Ji Xuanqing felt that he could smile all over the world and be worthy of Kunlun.
"Jianyi, do you have any wine?"
He retracted his dull and unfocused gaze and asked softly.
In the main hall of the main peak, a black figure floated down, holding a jar of Kunlun's self-brewed "peach blossom wine" and flew to the Catastrophe Bell.
Ji Xuanqing reached out and drank heavily.
He is not a good drinker and will get drunk after drinking.
But every time he was in a bad mood or in a good mood, he would get drunk.
Deliberately getting drunk and venting the emotions in his heart like a common man.
Jian Yi stood aside, wearing a mask and remaining silent.
Ji Xuanqing drank half of the jar at once. Because he did not use his cultivation to suppress the smell of alcohol, his slightly sickly face quickly turned rosy.
"Do you think my junior brother will come back safely?"
He was holding the wine jar and seemed to be asking Jian Yi, but also seemed to be asking himself.
In the night, a continuous light rain fell.
The dripping rain fell on Ji Xuanqing's body.
He raised his head subconsciously, letting the drops of coldness hit his cheeks, gathering into lines, and flowing down his neck and under his clothes.
It was so cold that he shivered.
But he knew very well that this bit of coldness was probably less than one thousandth of the bone-piercing feeling at the bottom of the Demon Killing Pond.
The sword waved, and a big black umbrella flew out of the main hall of the main peak.
He pushed open with a bang, stood behind Ji Xuanqing and said: "Third Elder, you will be back."
After thinking for a while, he added: "The aura of the third elder has changed, and it has become strange and hard to find."
"I recognized Dabai, but I never recognized him."
"Compared to the carefree and handsome man he was ten years ago, what he looks like today..."
Ji Xuanqing continued: "My face has become fatter, my hair has grown longer, and my face is covered with beard. I feel like a different person."
"The most important thing is that after ten years of depravity, he is really old."
"It's not that you can't recognize him, after all, you just can't believe it."
"You don't believe that the sloppy man in front of you is Su Xinglan who once taught you how to practice demon-slaying swordsmanship. He is the Crazy Su who entered Xuanmen with one sword in your heart."
"His position in your hearts is too high, so high that even the slightest flaw would be difficult for you to accept."
"It's as close as a few feet, but it's as far away as the end of the world."
"That's probably the truth."
Jian Yi felt ashamed and said: "That's true."
Ji Xuanqing took a sip of wine and smacked his lips habitually: "No matter how things change, he will still be my little junior brother."
"I knew he was coming from the moment he appeared at the foot of Kunlun Mountain."
"It has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation, and it has nothing to do with Taixuan Sword.
"It's all there..."
He patted his chest and said loudly: "Here it is."
On the sixth peak, the big white monkey was also holding a jar of peach blossom wine, drunk and unconscious.
It curled up on the ground and whimpered quietly.
The place where he lay was exactly where the gate of the Demon Killing Pond opened.
The rain is getting heavier.
Ji Xuanqing was gone by the Catastrophe Bell.
There was only half a jar of unfinished liquor left, standing alone in the corner of the steps, as if he was watching the sixth peak in the rain curtain, his little junior brother, on his behalf.
The big black umbrella held up by Jian Yi did not know when it floated into the distance, and appeared on the soaked white monkey, protecting it from the wind and rain and keeping it standing.
