Wang Luo frowned, trying hard to see clearly the darkness outside, but he couldn't see through the darkness no matter what, and the speaker didn't come in either.
"I still have some questions to ask you."
Wang Luo's heart trembled. The origin of the other party was unknown, and his cultivation level was even more elusive, so he replied: "Senior, please ask."
“The universe is vast, what is a good person?”
Wang Luo thought to himself, what the hell are you asking? How do you know what a good person is? Wang Luo thought for a while: "I once heard an old man say, set your mind for the world, set your destiny for the people, and for the past."
The sage inherited his unique knowledge and created peace for all generations. The younger generation feels that those who can do this can be called a good man."
The night was silent, with only the sound of wind whistling.
"Everyone is a sentient being, and each has a destiny. What about those who cannot change this world?"
Wang Luo felt as if there was a stale breath in his heart, and he couldn't let it out. He looked at the darkness in front of him, with his right hand on the railing, but his eyes were particularly bright: "Everything is created by nature. There is a saying that small wealth depends on hard work, and middle wealth depends on luck.
Wealth depends on fate. This is the truth, but I would like to add some more. Since God
A human being lives only one life, and this life is short, just like a white horse passing by. If the sky does not carry the way, then you will no longer look up to the sky, and will create everything with your own hands. If you fail, you will fail. Dear man, speak from the heart.
"My dear man, you should not be rigid and should not be afraid. You should walk on your own path and dare to make this world famous."
The night outside the door is blurry, the darkness continues to lurk, and the sound of the wind becomes more compact, but not noisy.
The man outside the door laughed heartily: "What a good person who has to keep his feet on the ground, and a good person who dares to call this place."
"Senior is laughing, I just said something." Wang Luo sighed.
The remarks just now come from my heart. I grew up alone and had no one to take care of me at home. I only remember the back of my mother who left when I was young. My father Wang Tianbai seems to be very busy every day.
to the point where I can be raped by anyone
Bullying, he was so busy that he squatted in the corner shivering, and only wild cats and wild dogs passed by and took a look at him. Wang Luo never complained to anyone, let alone committed suicide. He only had one thought, that is, to live. Only by living can he
Reach higher and farther places.
"Then tell me, which one is better, the century-old Shahe Laojiao or the Hongzhuang Xiaoyao'er?"
Wang Luo was at a loss for words for a moment, and he hesitated and replied: "Shahe Laojiao is very strong and will make you choke. I may prefer Xiao Yao'er, which is sweet and easy to eat."
After Wang Luo finished speaking, he saw something flying out of the darkness. Wang Luo stretched out his hand to grab it. It was a bottle of wine, all purple and reddish. Before the bottle was opened, he could smell a pungent burnt smell.
"You will definitely like this Shahe Laojiao in the future. I'll treat you to a drink of this wine first. It's not much, but I'll give it to you as a gift. If you have a chance in the future, I'll have a good drink with you, my little friend."
Wang dropped his hand to hold the Shahe Laojiao, but he touched an old book beside it.
It says "Yanbo Diaosou Song".
"This book was entrusted by a friend and asked me to give it to you. I have also studied it. It is just a way of cultivating Qi and nourishing souls under the vast sky. It may be useful to you." People outside the door may feel that Wang Luo
I don’t know, so I specifically asked.
Wang Luo put the book into his arms and Ju Li asked, "I wonder which senior is entrusted by me? Do you know me from this junior?"
Loud laughter came from outside the door, and all the bizarre scenes in the house disappeared. Only the sound of the wind outside the door still roared.
"Little baby, I am very happy."
I didn't hear any sound, and from beginning to end, I didn't even see the figure of that outsider.
Wang Luo held the wine flask in his hand and put the ancient book with a musty and damp smell in his bag. It was really not a dream, but who wanted to give him a book? Who was this old man? Who was the entrusted person?
Who is it?
Wang Luo shook his head vigorously and stopped thinking about anything.
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Twenty miles away from Snakehead City, by the Ruoshui River, there was a man covered in black robes, holding a cane, looking at the river in trance among the stars.
There were scattered footsteps behind him, and they suddenly stopped a few steps away from the man in black robes.
The man in black robe took his crutch and drank some water from the river: "Nuan'er, this should be your second failure in life. The first time you encountered a tough challenge, your strength is inferior to others, which is excusable. This time
What’s the reason?”
Nuan'er took off the veil, and under the moonlight, it was extremely condensed, but it had a different flavor.
She curled her lips and said, "Master, I encountered a gangster."
The man in black robe coughed violently and almost burst into tears from laughter: "Nuan'er, don't tease Master, what's wrong with you, that gangster?"
"He,,,he,,,hum,,,I don't want to say it, I'm so angry. I've never met such a person in my life. He's so shameless." Nuan'er became angrier and kicked him hard as he thought about it.
She kicked her foot, and the small gravel was kicked into the river, causing a small wave.
"By the way, Master, why are you here?" Nuan'er asked.
"I was asked by a friend to do something here. I happened to know that you are here, so I sent you a signal to meet my precious disciple." After finishing speaking, the old man in black robe turned and looked at Nuan'er.
He took out a piece of beggar's chicken that was still warm from his arms and said, "Look what this is. I didn't eat it secretly. I brought it here specially for you."
"Wow! Master, you are so kind to your disciple." Nuan'er jumped forward happily and hurriedly took over the beggar's chicken.
As soon as I opened it, I said "Hey": "Master, you can eat it if you want. I won't blame you for anything. Some people have already taken a small bite of this chicken leg. Are you afraid of me?"
I can’t see it.”
The old man in black robe blushed with shame and coughed a few times to cover up the embarrassing scene: "I was bitten by the rat on time."
Nuan'er burst out laughing: "Master, you didn't say that about yourself."
After Nuan'er finished speaking, he took out a bottle of secretly hidden wine from his back: "Hey, Master, here it is!"
"Shahe Laojiao, I asked someone to bring it here specially, and I didn't even want to bring it to my father. I left it specially for you, old man, do you want it?" Nuan'er smiled, deliberately stretched out his hand, and then retracted his hand.
Come back.
The old man in black robes' white beard trembled angrily and pointed at Nuan'er: "You little bad thing, get it quickly, Master."
"If I don't give it, I won't give it, haha, I'll make you so angry." Nuan'er said and started to avoid the old man in black robe.
In the night, by the weak river.
Looking far away, there is a bonfire burning gas. There are two people sitting around it, one old and one young. They are holding beggar's chickens, their hands are full of grease, and each of them has a cup of Shahe Laojiao in front of them.
"Master, is it delicious?"
"It's delicious! Thank you, my dear disciple."
"Master, are you leaving after eating?"
"Master still has a long way to go."
"Yes, Master is usually very busy." Nuan'er finished the last bite with satisfaction.
The old man in black robe wanted to stroke his good disciple's head, but found that his hand was full of oil, so he stretched it out in the air and took it back.
Finally, he slowly stood up alone, looked at the starting star above his head and murmured to himself: "Nuan'er, master has found your beloved, don't worry, don't worry."
Under the whole sky, it seemed that this old man was the only one muttering to himself, and only he could hear it clearly.
This year marked the twelfth year of Taixing of Heyang State.
There will be peace for all ages, and there will be prosperity before Ai.