Moreover, this trend of population reduction seems to be unstoppable at all. Even if the whole family reduces the use of prophecy, it still has no effect.
When it came to Huang Liang's generation, he and his great-grandfather Huang Meng were finally the only ones left to care about each other without saying anything. It could be said that it was extremely desolate.
No one can bear this rough fate. It is difficult to say that Huang Liang's former bohemian character has nothing to do with this.
And I finally understood that Huang Liang always liked to brag about his flattering performance. Anyone born into such a family would have a very strong desire to survive.
At this point, I already have a very detailed understanding of the Huangliang family's past.
And he seems to be still immersed in memories of the past and unable to extricate himself.
Although he stopped talking, he still had no intention of waking up. What he showed was that he ignored everything around him, including me, and just ignored people.
Seeing him like this, I was embarrassed to continue disturbing him and hoped that he could get out of this confusion on his own.
At the same time, I also hope that my previous premonitions will not come true. After all, they are just baseless delusions.
However, the moment my mind withdrew from the soul ring, I noticed that someone seemed to be visiting me outside the cave, and it was an acquaintance.
When I opened the door of the cave, I was shocked to find Dewey standing there holding on to the threshold.
After not seeing each other for a day, he became more unrestrained.
Yesterday, he was just carrying a wine gourd and taking a sip from time to time.
Today, Dewey carried a wine gourd half as tall as a man on his back, which was very scary.
It can be seen from the lines on the gourd that this gourd, which is an unknown number of sizes larger, is most likely the same one he held in his hand earlier.
After all, as a fairy treasure, changing its own size is really a common thing.
"Disciple Dewey pays homage to Grand Master Taishi!" When he saw me opening the door, Dewey stood up straight and bowed again and again.
Although I am now the nominal second person in Qitian Academy, I also understand that my foundation is really shallow, so naturally I will not be too big.
The moment he came to bow, I turned sideways without leaving any trace, avoiding his direct bow.
At the same time, he quickly returned the gift, helped him up and said, "When did Senior Brother Dewey become so polite? Why don't you just continue to call me Dongfangtian?"
After all, he is the first person I officially met after coming to Qitian Academy, and I have a good feeling for him, so I don’t want the relationship between the two to become awkward.
Dewey was worthy of being Dewey. He was not polite after hearing my words. After saying hello loudly, he untied the big gourd from his back.
Then he held the gourd with both hands, raised it high, and poured a big mouthful into his mouth, very boldly.
Looking at his exaggerated movements, I couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Brother Dewey, this gourd of yours... can be made smaller? I remember you held it directly in your hand yesterday."
"Hahaha... You don't know something, Dongfang Tian. The wine was almost finished yesterday, so the gourd naturally became smaller."
"This gourd today... I filled it with wine when I came here. This is its true nature!"
"When the wine is full, the gourd will be stable and not wobble!" He chuckled, "This way I will feel solid when I carry it on my back."
Hearing such pointed words, I could only pretend to smile with him as if nothing had happened, and invited him into the cave.
For a person with Dewey's personality, it can sometimes be a headache to be familiar with him.
I saw that he was not polite at all. He dragged the big gourd with one hand and walked inside, leaving a long trace on the ground.
"Tsk - tsk - it is indeed the cave under Taishang Elder Qi Tianfeng. The aura here is so rich that it is unimaginable." He said with a hint of drunkenness.
After Dewey's reminder, I suddenly realized the difference in this cave. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth inside was indeed very rich.
Although not as good as the Supreme Elder, it is not far behind.
After Dewey came in, he only glanced at it for a moment, then walked straight to my simple stone table and found a stone chair to sit down on.
It's just that his eyes are a little blurry, and his whole person looks like he's drunk but not drunk.
"I wonder what's going on when Brother Dewey comes here?" I asked.
I didn't feel inappropriate about his actions. After all, I wasn't any better than him when I was at Dongfang Fort.
"It's really difficult to come to your place. I'm still far away from Qitian Peak, and I started to be interrogated. I almost even had my wine gourd taken away..."
He didn't seem to hear my question and spoke to himself.
"This place is really too hidden and safe, not to mention that you can catch the Taoist charm emitted by the Supreme Elder from time to time during his practice. It is simply the best place for my Qitian Academy to practice!"
"I, Dewey, rarely admire a person, especially when we meet someone, or even someone we don't know. But for you, Dongfangtian, I am convinced!" He said carelessly.
"You walked a road in one night that I would never be able to walk in my life..." he said, the drunkenness on his face getting stronger and stronger.
It is hard to imagine that a monk whose real strength is immeasurable would get himself drunk to such an extent like a mortal.
"If Brother Dewey likes this place, he will remember it often in the future." I said, completely sincerely.
After all, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve met someone with such a true nature.
In other words, I have never encountered this dream world where you can cultivate immortality even once!
After all, the Dongfang Fort where I had been living was only that big, and the folks there were all very familiar with it, so there was no such problem at all.
Let’s not talk about dreams, even in this real world, I only have a few friends who like to drink.
And I have only met one person who could drink himself to such an extent when we met for the first time and we were still not familiar with each other.
At this time, the images left in my mind by the two overlapped, which further strengthened my determination to have a good relationship with Dewey.
It is said that wine is not as good as old and people are not as good as old. This is generally true.
Many times in life, when we make a decision, in most cases we make judgments based on our own past experiences.
Those things that make us feel good when we first come into contact with them must be that there is a reference in the past experience that makes us feel happy.
And the two are very similar in one or more aspects.
This allows us to transfer some or all of our good feelings about the past to new things almost subconsciously, forming a substitute-like effect.
I have to say that what happened to Dewey and me at this moment is a true example of this effect. (To be continued)