The master raised his head, smiled slightly, and then revealed his handsome face, which looked vaguely familiar.
The master clapped his hands gently, and then a ripple in space suddenly appeared.
After the ripple, he saw Chang Li's somewhat unfamiliar face.
We haven't seen each other for hundreds of thousands of years, so we are indeed a little unfamiliar.
After all, they were not very familiar with each other back then.
Even though his soul is like a fairy mirror, he can recall no matter what the past is, but Changli's appearance is indeed a bit strange to Zhong Wenqing.
Well, maybe he shouldn't be called Zhong Wenqing, but Yutai.
God.
Zhong Wenqing, the God of Yutai, obviously cannot be compared with Chang Li in terms of status as a god, because his method of dragging Shuhua through the calamity was really tricky and was not fully recognized by Heaven.
His His cultivation level was also greatly depleted during the many tribulations, so much so that he didn't even have 70% of Changli's cultivation level.
Chang Li looked at this young man who looked more mature, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Compared with before he retreated, Zhong Wenqing's appearance was much normal, and he no longer looked frail.
Due to the gradual growth of his cultivation, it is indeed understandable that Zhong Wenqing has grown into what he is now.
Chang Li put the wine jar on the table and sat across from Zhong Wenqing.
Zhong Wenqing was not polite.
He opened the wine jar and smelled a strong and overbearing aroma of wine.
This space was a cave opened by Zhong Wenqing.
Compared with Chaoli's Taiwei realm, his place seemed much darker.
After all, Zhong Wenqing's strength was not as good as Changli's.
After making up a set of wine glasses, Zhong Wenqing poured the wine on his own.
The moment the wine entered his mouth, he couldn't help but squint his eyes, and then praised, "Good wine."
Changli replied indifferently, "The wine I brewed is naturally good."
Zhong Wenqing replied, "It's not like I haven't drunk your wine before.
It's also good wine, but it's not as good as this one."
Chang Li glanced at the space casually, and then said, "The wine I have been brewing for hundreds of thousands of years is naturally better than what I drank before."
Zhong Wenqing showed a faint smile, "No wonder."
This smile is shallow and transparent, just like cold snowflakes quietly falling on the ground and turning into transparent water waves, with a kind of fragile beauty, which is even more strange under the reflection of this dim space.
This appearance of Zhong Wenqing was more like what Changli had seen hundreds of thousands of years ago.
He knocked on the wine jar and asked Changli, "Why did you come to my place today?
Is it just to give you a jar of wine?"
Changli replied calmly, "I'm leaving and I won't come back."
Zhong Wenqing was surprised for a moment, then nodded, "It doesn't matter if you go, you can't take your path further here.
If you go out, it might be a different world."
After saying that, he clenched his fists and coughed lowly, "If my foundation is weakened, I might go out and take a look."
Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that his foundation was not healed.
A blush appeared on his face, and then he sighed lowly, "You told me before you retreated that you might not come back, but after you came back, you still said you wanted to leave when you saw me. .
It seems you are destined not to stay here."
Chang Li nodded noncommittally.
He didn't know where he would end up staying, but it would definitely not be here.
Zhong Wenqing seemed to be happy, but also seemed to be regretful, and then drank a glass of wine.
At this time, Changli asked abruptly, "Do you regret it?"
This meaningless sentence made Zhong Wenqing pause for a moment.
He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and smiled lightly at Chang Li, "I don't regret it, I never regret it."
Chang Li said oh again, and then said to the silent Zhong Wenqing, "This jar of wine is called Renren Farewell."
Zhong Wenqing was stunned for a moment, and he repeated in a foolish voice, "I can't bear to leave."
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Chang Li continued, "This is the wine I brewed for Shu Hua, but I didn't give it away in the end.
Now it seems that this wine is more suitable for you."
Zhong Wenqing gently put down the wine glass, then squinted and said, "It's just a jar of wine, what's appropriate?"
After that, he continued to pour the wine, and Changli also stood up.
A jade flute appeared in his hand.
His slender hand was pressed on the jade flute, and a clear flute sound floated in the dim space. , making this space suddenly become a little brighter.
The continuous sound of wine and the continuous sound of the flute are two distinct sounds that perfectly blend together here, filling this space with a gentle connotation.
After a long time, the drinking stopped and the flute stopped.
Changli looked back at Zhong Wenqing and said seriously, "I'm leaving."
Zhong Wenqing stood up, nodded and said, "I know."
He did not say any blessings.
He knew that the journey of cultivating the Taoism was inherently unpredictable.
Dooms and opportunities often happened in just a thought, and the long road could only be realized and pursued by himself.
The wishes of others and Realization can't help him at all, so all he can do is say "I know" and watch him leave.
Chang Li's figure gradually became transparent.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and then he showed a faint smile.
There was a trace of confusion in this smile, but the rest was full of determination.
At the moment it dissipated, a cold voice followed the whimpering wind and jumped to Zhong Wenqing's ears.
It was, "You are so lonely here."
Zhong Wenqing was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then laughed twice, and continued to sit at the stone table.
He is indeed very lonely here.
There is no vitality like the Taiwei Realm in Changli, and there is no hustle and bustle in the God Realm.
If it weren't for Zhong Wenqing, he would probably be mistaken for death by others. land.
His fair and somewhat transparent fingers tapped on the wine jar little by little, knocking out a rhythmic music, which seemed to be somewhat similar to Changli's flute music.
When the music ended, Zhong Wenqing sighed quietly, "I can't bear to say goodbye, I really can't bear to say goodbye."
He looked at his cave that had been silent for hundreds of thousands of years, then shook his head and continued to practice.
Even though it was silent, it was his choice, and he had no regrets.
In the other direction of the endless chaos, a figure in white was sitting in the void holding a red fox.
He was surrounded by chaotic Taoism and whimpering wind, but his expression was so calm and gentle.
His eyelashes drooped and he looked at the fox in his arms with a faint hint of tenderness.
Suddenly, he had a thought in his mind and looked in another direction.
Then he said in a low voice, "Leave again."
The little fox in his arms moved slightly when he heard his voice.
Then the man gently touched the little fox's ears and said gently, "It's okay."
After being lonely for too long, maybe a sincere companionship can make him let go of his guard.
On the Xingtian Platform, he is not a superior emperor, and the little fox is not his tool to overcome the disaster.
From that moment on, they step into On track.
From the false love at the beginning to the secret love at the end, he didn't know what he had lost or what he had gained, but he knew that it would be great to have her by his side along the way.
He felt the foundation of his road being gradually repaired, and then muttered something silently in his heart, unintentionally inserting willows and willows into the shadow.
He had never been in love with the little fox before, so how could that be considered a love disaster?
But now that he had failed to overcome the disaster, he truly understood the word love.
He sighed softly, life is impermanent: