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"Brother?"
Seeing Lin Ming looking at the wine glass in silence, Jiang Boyun couldn't help but ask.
Lin Ming raised his head, looked at Jiang Boyun, and said, "Thank you..."
Jiang Boyun was startled. He didn't know what Lin Ming was thanking, but it didn't matter. He smiled heartily and said, "Brother and I are in love, and I won't come home until I'm drunk today!"
At this time, Jiang Lanjian also echoed: "Haha, I won't go home until I'm drunk!"
Jiang Boyun looked at Lin Ming and suddenly said: "To be honest, brother is very much like an old friend of mine, that's why I invited brother to drink."
"oh……"
Lin Ming was silent and didn't say much.
"Brother, you are really special." Jiang Boyun was slightly startled. Ordinary people would often ask what kind of person he was, but the masked man in front of him just said a faint "oh".
Jiang Boyun drank down the glass of wine and remembered the duel in Qixuan Valley more than 130 years ago. That unparalleled battle with Lin Ming was the most unforgettable battle in his life.
He sighed in his heart and said: "You are indeed similar to my old friend in spirit, but in fact you are different. You are not as persistent as him. Instead, you are like an old man in his twilight years. However, because of this, you have gained a little more weight..."
"That old friend... I once chased his footsteps, but as we got further and further away, I finally lost sight of him. Now, he should have embarked on the path of pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. That was his dream..."
"The peak of martial arts..." Lin Ming said quietly, his eyes a little confused, "What is the peak of martial arts?"
He seemed to be asking Jiang Boyun as well as himself.
In fact, over the years, Lin Ming had already begun to doubt the peak of martial arts.
Since ancient times, there have been countless outstanding people, all of whom have been pursuing the peak of martial arts.
Shengmei will do whatever it takes to get to the top of martial arts, Shenmeng will work hard to get to the top of martial arts, and the Holy Emperor of Creation will not hesitate to merge with the devil of the abyss to get to the top of martial arts...
But, how far can they go?
Not to mention them, even the masters of the Shura Road and the creators of the "Holy Scripture"...have they reached the pinnacle of martial arts?
Jiang Boyun said: "I don't know what the peak is. But I think people call the highest mountain among a group of mountains the peak. So, the Jianshan Mountain where I am is also the peak."
Lin Ming shook his head, "Sword Mountain... is not enough."
"Yes, it's not enough! I climbed to the top of Jian Mountain. I can overlook a country, but overlooking the world is far from enough. There are endless mountains in this world, but there is always one mountain that is the highest. The higher the mountain, the higher the mountain.
The higher the mountain, the harder it is to climb, but that’s not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that you don’t know where the mountain is.”
Lin Ming remained calm and stared at the wine glass. Perhaps he already knew where this mountain was...
The fusion of the three major divine objects in the universe, the way of essence, energy, and spirit, the "Sacred Scripture" for cultivating the inner universe, and the "Book of Heaven" for cultivating the universe...
Is this the pinnacle?
Lin Ming was not sure, but he knew that the Samsara Sword Technique that Jiang Boyun had performed before, and his double sword technique, were nothing compared to the three paths of energy, energy, spirit, and the universe of heaven, earth, man, and the universe.
Even if Jiang Boyun reaches the extreme on his road, it will only be as high as the Sword Mountain.
"Will you keep searching?" Lin Ming suddenly asked Jiang Boyun.
"Why not?" Jiang Boyun laughed and filled the wine glass. "I will keep looking. I know that my vision is limited and I may never find it, but I will still keep climbing. I don't need to really climb.
To get to the highest peak in the world, I just need to climb to the highest peak I can see!"
"Because when I climb a peak, my horizons will be wider, and I can see where the higher peak is. Then I climb down again, climb the new peak I found again, and keep repeating..."
"Does it make sense?"
Lin Ming asked.
He knew that the life of a warrior was so short. If he took detours again and again, he would only waste his youth.
"Yes." Jiang Boyun nodded solemnly and drank the wine in the glass. "Even if I keep climbing all my life, even if I am so small that I can never see where the ultimate mountain is,
But at least...I can constantly surpass myself and beat myself."
Defeat yourself?
At that moment, Lin Ming was shocked, as if something had touched his heart.
Defeat yourself...the biggest enemy in life is actually yourself.
Jiang Boyun is destined not to reach the pinnacle of martial arts in this life, but he still pursues it, because every time he climbs a new mountain, he defeats his former self.
Sometimes, even if a person knows that he cannot achieve anything, he will rush in without hesitation.
Moths fly to the flame, isn't it?
Lin Ming was silent, chewing on these insights in his heart, and said nothing for a long time.
He once said that he was willing to be a moth flying into the fire.
However, humans are not moths after all.
There are people who are willing to be moths fighting against the flame. In fact, after all, when they rush into the flame without hesitation, they can still see hope.
In the past, Lin Ming was also like this.
He said he would be a moth to the flame, and he did it, and he succeeded.
However, the moth will not succeed.
They rush into the flames and face death.
When there is really no hope, when there is real flames in front of them, how many people dare to rush in?
"Drink again!"
Jiang Boyun's words interrupted Lin Ming's contemplation, and Lin Ming drank the wine in one gulp.
One glass after another, I finished drinking the Millennium Mist Flower Wine.
New wine was added, jar after jar, and they drank from many jars without knowing it.
The three of them were not drunk originally, but today, they were drunk.
When people are drunk, they become confused.
In a person's life, ordinary people are struggling for their livelihood, high-ranking officials and nobles are fighting for their career, ordinary warriors are fighting to the death to reach a higher realm, and the race's gods and true gods are fighting for the continuation of the race and the path of life...
I have been fighting all my life, but it is rare to be confused...
Taste the spiciness and you will know the mellow flavor, and you will understand the secret when you are very confused.
This is the artistic conception of wine and also the artistic conception of life...
Lin Ming drank the entire glass of wine countless times. Until all three of them were extremely drunk, they lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
During this sleep, Lin Ming slept deeply.
It had been many years since he had slept like this.
Don't worry about the catastrophe of the human race, don't worry about being hunted down by the true god, don't worry about the disappearing fire of your soul.
It's rare to indulge, it's rare to be confused...
…
When I woke up from a dream, the night was already deep.
Jiang Boyun and Jiang Lanjian were still sleeping, and the wine glasses were in a mess on the wine table. There were seven or eight empty wine jars beside them.
Lin Ming looked at it silently for a while and then stood up.
At this time, Jiang Boyun also woke up.
"Want to leave?"
Jiang Boyun looked at Lin Ming. Lin Ming nodded lightly.
"Where to go?"
Lin Ming remained silent and said: "Go to another place..."
He had a premonition that this should be the last time he and Jiang Boyun met, "What about you?"
Jiang Boyun smiled, "I? I should be looking for...another higher peak..."
…
Lin Ming left. Jianshan and his party gave him an inexplicable feeling.
Although during this period, he did not study the techniques, comprehend the way of heaven, or meditate, Lin Ming knew that his soul had actually received an unprecedented baptism.
If the fire of his soul is still strong, then this realization will be unimaginable for his future achievements.
However, he still has not found a way to restore his original soul power...
He climbed over the Sword Mountain, crossed the vast wilderness, and came to the Kingdom of Tianyun.
Tianyun Kingdom is the place where he was born and raised.
This place holds so many memories for him.
Lin Ming stood on a high mountain, overlooking this country. In the vast universe, this small country was so small that even a grain of sand in the desert could not describe it.
However, it carries too many memories of Lin Ming...
His perception spread, covering the entire country with ease.
He found Qingmulg City, the city where he grew up.
In the past, Qingsang City was just a small city. The city wall was only two feet high and the population was less than 100,000.
However, now, Qingsang City has surpassed the imperial city of Tianyun City and has become the largest city in Tianyun Kingdom.
The city is extremely prosperous, with spacious streets and bustling crowds.
Such earth-shaking changes are naturally due to Lin Ming. Lin Ming came out of this city and became a mythical figure in Qingmulg City. Because of this, this city has an influx of countless warriors every year. These warriors have
A large amount of wealth has contributed to the prosperity of Qingmulg City.
At the entrance of Qingsang City, there are three three-foot-high rock sculptures.
The sculpture in the middle is none other than Lin Ming. Lin Ming in the sculpture is holding a spear and pointing directly at the sky.
Behind Lin Ming, there were two other sculptures of two peerless women, who looked like fairies from the world. They were Mu Qianyu and Qin Xingxuan.
These three sculptures are worshiped by countless people every year.
Lin Ming stood at the city gate and paused for a long time.
Finally, he entered the city.
The bustling crowd includes everyone, including scholars, warriors, beggars, actors, maids, sedan bearers, sesame seed sellers...
"Come, take a look, take a look, don't miss it if you pass by, with a big stone on your chest and a water tank on your head. The rich will support you, and the poor will support you!" A bare-chested, muscular man
, clasping fists in front of everyone.
"Feng Shui tells fortunes. If you believe it, there will be something. If you don't believe it, there will be nothing..." There is a fortune teller who sets up a stall to tell fortunes.
Lin Ming listened to these noisy voices and slowly became a member of the crowd. He was inconspicuous, and only the mask on his face made people on the street occasionally notice him.
Luxurious carriages can be seen everywhere, and exquisite sedan chairs can be seen one after another.
There were people riding tall horses at the gate of the city, walking by in high spirits, while others were wearing ragged clothes and sitting on the ground on a straw mat.
"We are selling sesame cakes. Newly baked big sesame cakes cost two cents each. They are fragrant and are made secretly by our ancestors. This is the only one. Little brother, how about one?"
Lin Ming walked across a stone bridge, and a lady selling sesame cakes sold sesame cakes to Lin Ming.
Lin Ming turned around and saw that this lady was wearing a headscarf, her complexion was red from the sun, and her face was weathered. She was wearing simple clothes of coarse cloth, and at her feet was a pair of old cloth shoes that she had collected.
At this time, she was wrapping a sesame seed cake in paper, and her hands holding the sesame seed cake were covered with calluses.
Lin Ming looked at this lady and suddenly felt a sore nose. He touched his body, but there were no copper coins, not even gold or silver.
He cannot take out the things that belong to his Sumeru Precepts. If any one of them falls into the mortal world, it can cause a catastrophe.
So, he shook his head.
The woman was stunned for a moment. She saw that Lin Ming's clothes didn't look like a poor man, but he was penniless. She might have forgotten to bring any money.
She smiled and said, "Did you forget to bring money, little brother? It's already noon and you haven't eaten yet. Come here, it's free."
The woman wrapped the sesame cake in paper and stuffed it into Lin Ming's hand.
Lin Ming took the sesame seed cake and stood there in a daze, not knowing what it felt like.
Back then, when Lin Ming was still a child, his family was in a good or bad situation. His parents ran a restaurant for the family and received a small amount of money every year. With the change his mother gave him, Lin Ming often came to the street to buy sesame cakes and candied haws.
Lin Ming held the sesame cake in both hands, slowly brought the sesame cake to his mouth, and took a bite.
It has a soft texture with a unique grain aroma.
The taste has not changed, it is exactly the same as it was more than a hundred years ago.
Become...just a person who eats sesame seeds...
Lin Ming took one bite after another, chewing it carefully.
This is a food unique to mortals. I don’t know how many years ago, Lin Ming has eaten all the treasures of heaven and earth. Just a little bit. A mortal country can’t afford it with all its national resources, but...it seems that there is no treasure of heaven and earth.
, comparable to the mouthful of sesame seed cakes that Lin Ming ate today.
"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
The woman selling sesame cakes saw tears in Lin Ming's eyes after eating the sesame cakes. She panicked a little, "Is it because the cakes are not delicious? Or maybe he had a disagreement with his family and ran away..."
"No...thank you, aunt..."
Lin Ming shook his head, bowed respectfully, and then turned around and left...
Lin Ming walked step by step. Along the way, he saw many dignitaries. He looked at the young master riding a horse and the charming young lady sitting on the horse.
He also saw more poor people, prostitutes prostitution in front of brothels for a living, and beggars begging on the streets.
Life is short, less than a hundred years, and the years are old. There are countless births, old age, illness, and death, and prosperity and suffering.
Lin Ming had seen these things when he was a child, but he had never truly understood them.
It is a kind of enlightenment for a warrior to cultivate the way of heaven.
Entering the world and experiencing the mortal world is also a kind of enlightenment.
However, there are too many people who understand the way of heaven, but there are very few people who see through the mortal world...
Warriors stand too high, and there is a natural chasm-like barrier between them and ordinary people. They cannot understand the ups and downs of ordinary people at all.
Unknowingly, Lin Ming walked to the center of Qingmulg City, where the Lin family was located.
Over the past hundred years, the Lin family has become the largest mortal family in the Tianyun Kingdom, and even in the entire Southern Sky Territory, because of Lin Ming.
Even the royal family of a big country is not as prominent as the Lin family.
No matter who they are or what force they are, they don't dare to provoke the Lin family.
When Lin Ming took his parents away from the Lin family, he had already settled the relationship with the Lin family. Today, Lin Ming returned to the Lin family and just stopped silently in front of the Lin family's house.
For an entire hour, Lin Ming saw many dignitaries coming in and out of the Lin family. They were all respectful and did not dare to make any mistakes.
I also saw the Lin family disciples performing martial arts in the school grounds, and the fight was very fierce.
The contemporary head of the Lin family seems to be a wise man. He understands that only his own strength is the most important.
Lin Ming watched this silently, and then left silently. From the beginning to the end, he never entered the Lin family's home.
Life and death are fateful, and wealth is impermanent. The Lin family should be able to prosper for thousands of years, but there is no eternal wealth in this world.
Perhaps in the future, such a big family will be ruined again and return to ordinary...
In Lin Ming's opinion, this is a natural reincarnation and there is no need to change...
After reading this chapter, you can turn to the front of the chapter about Jiang Boyun and look at it in conjunction with "Chapter 272: The Protagonist of the Era". Comparing Jiang Boyun at that time with Jiang Boyun now, it feels like
It can be more three-dimensional. These plots are an important spiritual nirvana on the protagonist's journey to martial arts, and they are also an indispensable transition in the plot.
I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival. This chapter has more than 4,000 words, and this is it for today.