The old drunkard stretched out his palm, and the last drop of Qingluan wine in the jar was sucked out by him and put it into his own cup.
When Tang Feng saw the last drop of Qingluan wine, he knew that it was the day when he and the old man separated. To be honest, although the old man described the Qingluan wine so magically and beautifully, Tang Feng did not taste it at all. Moreover, the Qingluan wine was not even as sweet as ordinary wine, but it had a faint bitter taste.
Tang Feng raised his glass and said, "Senior, it's time to say goodbye."
The old man also put away his playfulness, looked at the browned suckling pig on the bonfire, and nodded.
Tang Feng put down his wine glass and said, "Actually, senior, your world is very far away from me, very, very far away, right?"
The old man remained silent.
Tang Feng continued to sensation, sighed, and said, "Hey, I don't know if we have another day to meet. If I get some good drinks on one day and can't find my senior, what should I do? So, senior might as well tell me your address, and wait for the day when I have high strength to find you."
The old man suddenly shook his hand and said, "Okay, boy. Don't think of any information from me. I will never tell you about the world I live in."
Tang Feng shrugged and said, "I didn't expect to be discovered by my senior, hehe."
The old man also smiled and said, "It will not be good for you if you know too much. And... and your meridians are naturally thin and weak, it is impossible to get there. Oh, let's talk about it, my granddaughter girl has repeatedly emphasized that she must not mention this information."
Tang Feng was shocked: As he guessed, this old man did come from a very far place, and from his tone, it seemed that only with strong enough strength could he go to that place. Where was that?
Tang Feng hid this information in his heart and smiled on his face, "Senior, you are very afraid of your granddaughter."
The old man smiled sweetly and said, "Of course, although my girl doesn't talk much, her brain is as smart as you."
Speaking of this, the old man suddenly stood up, drank the wine in his glass, and sighed: "Young man, listen to my advice from the old man, don't hide too many secrets in your heart."
Tang Feng was surprised, and his eyes calmed down again. He didn't understand what the old man meant.
The old Zuiweng didn't think much, but continued, "Do you know why you can't taste the sadness and joy in this Qingluan wine? Because your heart is filled with too many secrets. In order not to let the secret flow out, you block your feelings, so you can't feel the emotions in this wine."
Tang Feng was silent. He was indeed a little too tired. He traveled through time, Xutian Cauldron, the three-tailed Thunder Beast, the unknown Mia Continent, and the old man in front of him who didn't know where he came from. All of this made Tang Feng feel frightened.
This is a fear of inexplicable things, a fear that cannot be controlled. When on earth, Tang Feng was used to this control. Even if he sat at home, he could see all the information and know how he should take the next action.
But now, everything is unknown. After leaving Qingluan City, Tang Feng felt like a child groping in the dark. He didn't know where the future path was, nor what the world he was in and what it was like.
Even during the five days he spent with the old Zuiweng, Tang Feng urged himself to become stronger at all times. Although he knew that it was absolutely safe to follow the old man, his fear would still chew on his heart all the time, making him dare not slack off at all. Only by becoming stronger can he control his own destiny. Tang Feng told himself subconsciously.
The old drunkard couldn't help but shake his head, then he took out a purple gold box from the storage ring, opened the box, and there was a very strange green mask inside. A wave of empty and ethereal energy emitting around the mask, rolling like clouds.
Tang Feng asked: "What is this?"
The old drunkard was a little reluctant and said, "This is a good thing. I named him 'Void Mask'."
Tang Feng reached out his hand and took out the mask from the purple gold box. The tentacles were very soft. Once touched with his hands, the energy immediately wrapped around his arm, but it was very comfortable.
The old Zuiweng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I used to be a gambler. Every time I lost money and was tracked by the crowd, I would rely on this mask to escape. Although it is just an ordinary mask and has no attack power, it is a unique transformation prop in this world. Unless it is the Lord of God, no one can see through it."
As he said that, the old man put the mask on his head. In an instant, an old man with hair and beard turned into an elegant aristocratic middle-aged man. His height, face shape, fatness, and strength all changed.
The old man said, "How is it? You see, this side has the ability to change space, so at that time, the Pope was following me all over the world, but I walked past him with this mask and swaggeringly, and he couldn't even find it."
The old man's voice has become very majestic.
Tang Feng couldn't help but smile and said, "This is really a good thing."
The old man sighed, took off his mask, and returned to his original appearance. He stuffed the mask into Tang Feng's hand and said, "I'll give it to you."
Tang Feng was stunned and said, "This..."
Tang Feng did feel flattered. Although this mask was not a magical tool, it can be seen that the old man loved this mask very much, and this mask was also a unique item in the world. When he was given to Tang Feng, the old man would never have it again.
The old Zuiweng waved his hand and said, "The old pope is dead, and no one will play hide-and-seek with me again. Alas, young man, if you are too tired in the future, you might as well wear a mask and live in another identity. You might feel relaxed."
Tang Feng suddenly felt a little sad. No wonder the old man wanted to give him this mask. It turned out that the old man was worried that he would be too tired of living.
Although I have been together for only five days, the old man has regarded Tang Feng as a friend.
The old man said, "Okay, the wine has been gone, so it's time for people to part. If you are destined, maybe you will come here to find you again before I die."
After saying that, the old man took Tang Feng's hand and waved his right hand. A hurricane was rolled up in the ground. The hurricane carried Tang Feng and the old man, almost without hesitation towards the Qingluan Grand Canyon.
The cliff at 90 degrees and a height of hundreds of meters was actually a few breaths.
As soon as Tang Feng arrived above the canyon, the old man disappeared, and only the old man's voice was left in the air: "Don't......"
Tang Feng looked up, looked up, then determined the direction of Qingluan City, and ran towards the city with big strides, with firm and powerful steps!