Before she encountered that Kun, before the body of Yuhua Tianzun melted, in a southern continent, in an ordinary city-state by the sea, a barefoot drunkard shook the wine gourd, and sipped
After drinking the remaining wine in the wine gourd.
His face was flushed, he had a huge rosacea, his body was drunk and his eyes were blurred.
"Miss, give me some gourd wine."
The sea breeze blew from the sea, making him very comfortable, and he screamed again with his throat.
"Damn alcohol, have you finished drinking wine so early? You are so damn god, have you forgotten what you said two days ago?" A woman who was repairing the fishing net not far away cursed.
"Credit gourd, it's tomorrow." The drunkard laughed haha.
"Can you not drink tomorrow? Drink, let's drink to death every day."
The woman started to scold, but after scolding for a while, she still couldn't stand his apologizing, put down her work and went to make a drink.
Seeing the drunkard looking at the confused eyes but smiling, she finally felt soft-hearted and threw two sea duck eggs from the house for him, "Get wine together."
"Bad woman."
The drunkard was extremely satisfied and knocking the duck egg on his forehead, but suddenly asked, "Will God die?"
"You know nonsense every day. If God will die, you will teach it to die for me." The woman just cursed and saw the drunkard stuffed a duck egg into her mouth and poured a mouthful of wine.
Walking out swayingly, she immediately cursed: "Where are you going to drink like this?"
"I'll go to the teacher's place to see it." The drunkard laughed.
The woman wanted to speak but stopped, but finally let it go.
Although the teacher is not a smart person in her eyes, teaching in such a place where no one wants to read and read is no different from having a broken mind, at least the teacher is not drunk and reasoned.
Never cause trouble.
If he is lucky, the teacher might think that this drunkard is sober and will cook a bowl of sober soup for him.
The drunkard wandered through a piece of sand and came to a shanty town at the intersection of this fishing village.
The teacher really has no students here, he is the only one.
This teacher looks over fifty years old, has a pale face and a thin skin, and looks like a dish that doesn't eat too much oil and water all year round.
The drunkard's eyes were still very confused, but he looked at the teacher very carefully. He suddenly sighed, "Teacher, you really have two more white hairs."
If others hear him talking like this, they will naturally think that he is talking nonsense after getting drunk.
But the teacher knew that what the drunkard said was the truth.
He did have two more white hairs.
Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to be sure that he has two more white hairs just a few glances, and it is impossible for them to know that he has two more white hairs.
So both alcoholics and teachers are naturally not ordinary people.
The drunkard took another sip of wine.
He threw the remaining sea duck egg in his hand to the teacher, and then asked the same question with some emotion, "Teachingman, do you think God will die?"
The teacher was silent for a moment and said, "If it continues to decline, it is like a person who will die of old age and will die naturally."
The drunkard was stunned for a long time and suddenly lamented, "If it dies, what should we do?"
The teacher started eating duck eggs.
He knew very well what the alcoholic word meant.
The drunkard and him have lived too long. They were not afraid of death at first, but they were afraid of dying and were afraid of not knowing what they were.
Many years ago, they suddenly realized that they were very different from other people.
The drunkard found that he seemed to be doing the same thing for countless years, drinking a gourd wine every day, and then he got drunk and ran to the village and town to say nonsense that he didn't even know what he meant.
The teacher writes poems every day, but he is frowning and unable to write them.
The drunkard found that he could actually drink a few gourmet wines and was actually drunk and didn't like to talk nonsense, but liked to sleep.
The teacher found that he did not like to write poetry. He was not a poor poet who was determined to create famous poems that had been passed down through the ages. He actually only liked to catch crabs and eat crabs.
He is obviously a drunkard but cannot be drunk. He is obviously a down-and-out poet who is a teacher here, but in fact he does not like to teach or write poetry.
But the strangest thing is that they found that it seemed that after countless years, they slowly woke up and felt that there was something wrong with this.
And the strangest thing is that both of them found themselves here for countless years.
Over the past countless years, the two of them have always had this identity. The people around them have normal birth, old age, sickness and death, and have changed round after round.
Whether it is the students of the teacher, the villagers, or even the drunkards, they have changed differently, and they are all normal ordinary people.
But they remain unchanged.
They can't find the reason.
And even if you leave here, no matter where you sleep, as long as you wake up, you will return to this place. It seems that a spell has trapped them and allowed them to have an unchanging life and life.
But more than a hundred years ago, they encountered another weird person.
That day, the sea was filled with storms, and accompanied by the tsunami, a monk in white came.
This monk is unprecedentedly handsome.
He walked across the sea with a reed, and no one knew how he passed through this sea by stepping on a reed.
The monk claimed his Dharma name "Fake Oil".
Because I felt that this monk was not an ordinary person, I felt that this monk had no malice. I just traveled here and the drunkard picked up a pot of wine, the teacher picked up a string of crabs, and then found the monk.
The two of them told me about the strange things that happened to them, and then asked if this monk who should have supernatural powers had seen such strange things elsewhere, or did they know what was going on with them?
Originally, the monk was so cold that he ate crab legs while drinking, and he also cut two raw fish and said that he was eating fish. But after hearing the strange things that happened to them, the monk almost ate crab legs.
Punched his own feet.
"Actually, I don't know what's going on." The handsome monk with the Dharma name Fark Oil smiled bitterly, "I originally thought that like a time traveler, I was trapped in my own world of inner demons, but I found that it seemed that I was like a time traveler.
Not. If not, then is this an illusory online world, or is it a Western world that has reached its peak of imaginary reality?"
Neither the drunkard nor the teacher understood what he said, but the first words of the monk immediately made them very disappointed and lost.
The handsome monk saw their disappointment and seemed to feel sorry for their wine and crabs, but comforted him: "Don't worry, although I still can't figure out what kind of world this is, I traveled around the world and traveled around every one of the worlds.
I will definitely get the final answer in the corner, and I will definitely come back to tell you the truth. As for now, I might as well tell you that there are many eunuchs like you, but in your situation, it seems that
An error occurred, and it was like Enpisi having the intention of autonomy, and he had aroused consciousness."
"Yeah, Pixi?" The drunkard and the teacher could not understand this title.
"Maybe it can be said that it is a character created by the way of heaven?" The handsome monk seemed to feel that it was a headache to make them understand, but he still smiled and said, "You are like chess pieces that were fixedly placed here since the beginning of this world."
"Check pieces?" the teacher was unbelievable, "Would we not be human, and we could directly regard us as a tree and a mountain here?"
"You are very spiritual." The handsome monk was a little surprised. He grabbed his head, "But we can't say that, because in theory, your kindness in this place must have a unique way of putting it in such a place.
Use. Especially if you are drunk like this, you may trigger some hidden plot if you are drunk and you are talking to others everywhere."
"Me? What is the hidden plot?" The drunkard was shocked.
The handsome monk seemed to have a headache.
"I really can't explain it to you, because it ultimately depends on what kind of world this is. I will give you the correct answer to it if I determine what kind of world this is. So I can't waste time.
I guess you will trigger some hidden plot, and I can’t even communicate with you more. I’m afraid that if you talk to you more, it will become more chaotic and will be led by the way."
After eating the crabs, the handsome monk didn't dare to say anything after drinking half a pot of wine, and left the fishing village directly.
The drunkard and the teacher stood at the entrance of the village with hope and watched him leave.
They felt that this saint monk with great powers should fulfill his promise and would come back to tell them the answer.
But what they didn't expect was that the handsome monk had just flew up in the air with his reeds, but the lightning was lit up in the sky. The handsome monk was directly slashed into a piece of coke by countless strange-shaped lightning.
"What the hell!"
The last words that this handsome monk called out before he was chopped into charcoal before he died was, "Is it possible that the hidden plot triggered by you two to let the heavenly way discover the existence of a person like me, and then directly kill me to death?
Is it true? I just think those crabs are good... that wine is so fucking bad as fake wine..."
This holy monk died like this.
Drunkards and teachers have been afraid of thunder since then.
They don't get the answer.
But after more than ten years, they found that some changes began to occur.
They seem to have changed a little.
Their changes seem to be because God has changed.
They feel as if the sky is beginning to age, and they are also beginning to grow a little bit old.
Initially, this change was very slow and not big.
But in recent decades, such changes have been fast.
The teacher's hair was originally black and his face was only in his thirties.
But he is now in his fifties and has gray hair.
(Today I only have this chapter, but I think this chapter is worth several chapters, because in terms of unrestrainedness and imagination, I have made breakthroughs. I feel that it is hard to say how successful this book is when it is finished, but my strength is
It should be able to rise to the next level just like when Immortal and Demon Transformation was completed.)