Chapter 536 It Depends on Whether the Old Man's Food Is Strong Enough

Today, Feng Yu Sect has gathered more than two million registered disciples, and it is huge and lively.

But when there are more disciples, many complicated problems arise one after another.

As a lazy boss, Zhong Qing is not good at management and doesn't want to care about it.

He simply pushed Feng Buqun out and let him continue to maintain the normal operation of the sect.

As for myself, I lay down comfortably to improve my cultivation, and took a walk around the mountains, looked at the water, and cultivated my sentiments.

That night!

Starry!

The bright moon is in the sky!

On the mountain, a waterfall flows down from the top, splashing waves.

The stream gurgled and flowed into the distance.

There are many flowers and green grass on both sides of the bank.

A group of fireflies linger on the flowers and green grass.

The whole place gives people a sense of peace and purity.

The surroundings are filled with dense aura, and from a distance, it looks like a fairy scroll.

This is a mountain range at the foot of Fengyu Sect Mountain.

In front of the waterfall, there was a person standing, but it was not Zhong Qing.

“It’s a rare Feng Shui treasure!”

Zhong Qing was drinking wine, leaning against the tree, with the stars above his head, looking at the waterfall flying in the distance, and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants all over the mountain. He was in a good mood.

In the past year, he has traveled many roads, seen many sights, met many people, and experienced many things.

There were many people who just passed by at a glance, some people formed an indissoluble bond, and some people dispersed while walking.

They come together when conditions arise, and they disperse when conditions disappear.

In front of the flowers, under the moon, in front of the waterfall, drinking a pot of fine wine and savoring life is a unique experience.

There is a good saying!

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your figure, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Under the full moon, on top of a cliff!

Wearing a white robe, an old man with childlike face and brown hair stands tall under the starry sky.

In his eyes, the scenery of mountains and rivers was reflected, and Zhong Qing's figure seemed to be connected with the world, reflected in his pupils.

It turned into a scene in the painting.

The old man is drinking too!

What is different from Zhong Qingyin is life. What he drinks is loneliness, loneliness, melancholy and vicissitudes of life.

The starry sky and the bright moon are the paintings, and the landscape and breeze are the axis.

The old man is clearly inside the scroll, but he gives people the impression of being outside the scroll.

He looked at the starry sky and the earth, felt the breeze blowing on his cheeks, and finally asked.

"What do you think is the purpose of cultivating Taoism in this life?"

This question seems to be asking about the sky, the earth, and one's own heart, and it also seems like asking the man in black next to him.

The man in black was shocked.

After thinking for a moment, he carefully worded his words: "Master, please forgive me for my low cultivation and my inability to answer this question."

The old man looked back at the man in black, shook his head and sneered: "You are always so boring."

"Mortal people practice to have the power to protect themselves, to seek wealth, to gain power, to gain fame and fortune, or to seek longevity."

"In my life, I have traveled across the three thousand realms of Zhongzhou, experienced thousands of races competing for hegemony, watched the rise and fall of countless great religions, and witnessed the turbulence of ancient and modern times. All I want is to see the grace of an 'immortal'."

“I missed so much to achieve this goal!”

"I wasted my time and abandoned my beauty."

"In the end, I found that what I wanted was nothing but a mirror and a mirror, it was all in vain!"

The man in black was silent after hearing this.

The old man suddenly felt bored.

They say it’s cold at high places.

Qiuxian asked!

There is no trace of the Immortal, and no trace of the Tao. At the end of the cultivation, I find that in the vast world, it is hard to find even one person who can talk about the Tao.

How sad!

He looked at Zhong Qing in front of the waterfall in the distance.

He laughed loudly and said: "It's a long night and I don't want to sleep. Drinking alone will seem boring."

"My little friend, if you don't mind, there is a glass of wine here, can we drink together?"

The voice was calm, like old wine. In this lonely mountain forest, it did not appear loud, sudden or noisy.

On the contrary, it gives people a gentle and smooth feeling.

Hearing this, Zhong Qing looked up.

Holding the wine gourd high in his hand, he saluted from afar and replied: "Thank you, old gentleman, for your kindness!"

"They say no merit is rewarded. I have wine, so I won't bother you!"

These words caused the man in black next to the old man to frown instantly.

He immediately shouted angrily: "Boy, do you know that being invited by my master is a great blessing that many people ask for but cannot get."

"I advise you not to be ungrateful!"

"Wanli!"

The old man scolded lightly, his brows showing displeasure.

"Master, this kid is so ignorant!"

Lu Wanli's eyes were still angry.

"What is your identity? You are a big shot who is regarded as a guest by the leader of a religion. What kind of level is he? You dare to refuse the master's invitation!"

"Shut up!"

"You have to remember!"

"You and I are just one of the common people, so we are not necessarily more noble than others!"

"This little brother is a bit interesting."

"Since he doesn't want to come over, I'll go over and ask him for a drink."

As the old man spoke, he moved his body and stepped forward. The next moment, he appeared in front of Feiliu Waterfall.

"Little friend."

"My surname is Dugu, and my single name is Yi Feng!"

"Come here and ask for a drink shamelessly!"

"I wonder if it's such an honor to be able to drink this fine wine from my little friend?"

Zhong Qing tilted his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

After thinking for a moment, he gave his name.

"Zhong Qing!"

While he was talking, he moved his wrist and a bowl appeared out of thin air in his hand.

After filling it up, Zhong Qing handed it over.

"Old gentleman, you are enjoying the moon late at night, what a refined taste!"

Dugu Feng took it.

Laughed: "It's just that I'm old, I have more feelings, more memories, and less sleep."

"I took advantage of the time I had recently to come to my hometown to take a look."

"It's not really a refined taste!"

Zhong Qing was surprised: "Oh, this place is still the old gentleman's hometown?"

"Yes!"

"The mountain was not a mountain back then."

"The world has changed so much."

"I just went out for a trip back then, and when I look back, everything has changed."

Dugu Feng's eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

"Old man, you seem to have a lot of stories!"

"Hahaha..."

"Anyone who has lived to my age will have a basket of stories that can be talked about all the time."

"But my friend, when ordinary people are your age, they are either working hard for cultivation or worrying about cultivation resources."

"It is rare to go out to enjoy the moon and go for a walk at this age."

Zhong Qing took a sip of wine: "Cultivation is for freedom."

"If you practice for the sake of cultivation, then wouldn't it lose the original meaning of cultivation!"

This made the old man's eyes light up.

He chewed it over and over again.

"What a good practice is for freedom!"

"If I could understand this point back then, I wouldn't have left so many regrets in this life!"

Zhong Qing smiled: "Regrets can be eaten with wine, and stories can be eaten as dishes!"

"Now that the wine is ready, it depends on whether the old man's hard dishes are tasty enough!"

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