Red Heart Survey

The person who sat down at the table wore a bamboo hat and a sea-blue robe.

As if stepping on the flowing time, he sat down after exactly ten breaths.

He took the glass of wine and looked at Jiang Wang who was sitting opposite him: "Why is there only one glass?"

"I won't drink." Jiang Wang smiled and said: "I can't be in a trance now."

Drinking is to be drunk, not in a trance, no fun. Since you can't get drunk, there is no need to raise the glass for the sake of raising the glass.

The visitor raised the glass and drank it all: "It's hard not to be suspicious of this wine if you don't drink it yourself. It's because you, Jiang Wang, are sitting here, otherwise who would dare to drink it?"

"Qianqiu." Jiang Wang said: "It's a very good wine."

"Mellow and intoxicating." The visitor savored it for a moment: "Unlike our seaside wine, it is bitter and astringent."

Jiang Wang thought of "Tianya Ku", which is said to be a wine often drunk by dragon fishermen.

He must thank those heroic spirits he had seen, which are still angular and difficult to erase under the scouring of the way of heaven. It is an important emotion that supports him to persist until now.

"Thank you, Brother Chen, for taking the time to come and work hard for me." He looked at Chen Zhitao, who was more mature than before, and felt deeply moved.

Just avoiding trouble.

Chen Zhitao wanted to say this, but in the end he only said: "I may not be able to help."

Jingguo helped Diaohailou a lot, so naturally, it was difficult for Diaohailou to refuse Jingguo's "request".

But the current Diaohailou really has no ability to withstand the wind and waves. Sandwiched between Qi Jing, he, the owner of Diaohailou, is difficult to advance or retreat, and it is wrong to express his position or not.

If Marquis Bowang had foresight, the letter came very timely.

He came to Changguo to find his old friends, which was also a short escape from the quagmire.

Jiang Wang poured another glass of wine for Chen Zhitao, watching the wine foam float up little by little, and then picked out a fairy thought and threw it into the wine glass, like putting an ice cube to calm the wine: "Just now it was drinking, this one is drinking thoughts - please bear my sorrow."

The thought of cannibalism is really a dangerous thing. Besides, the weak prey on the strong.

But Chen Zhitao knew very well what choice Jiang Wang made outside the war in the maze.

He said nothing more and drank from the glass.

Boom!

After a roar that touched the soul, Chen Zhitao saw a blue sea in front of him.

This sea is not wider than the sea where he lives, but the sky is so low.

The sky is almost close to the sea.

There is still a wide space for people to move around freely, and they can call the wind and rain, but breathing is difficult!

Chen Zhitao couldn't breathe at all.

If you are in the sea, the sea is boundless. If you are in the sky, the sky is boundless.

Only standing alone between the sky and the sea, the sky and the sea are collapsed walls, and people are helpless children in the alley.

If people want to stand up, they must fight against all this.

Chen Zhitao finally knew what kind of pressure Jiang Wang was under.

To say that it is a thousand pounds is too light. If the thought has ten thousand strings, then all the strings can carry the mountain.

One step forward is the supreme celestial being, one step back is eternal damnation in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Both are free.

Only when you step into the sea, you will drown in pain step by step - and you know the ending is inevitable.

How can "people" maintain their self in this state? !

"Hoo! Hoo!"

The guests, the smell of wine, the clamor... When all this re-entered his five senses, Chen Zhitao gasped for air.

He felt wet, and his clothes were very wet and heavy, but when he looked left and right, he realized that he was in the human world.

He looked at Jiang Wang across the table with a horrified expression.

Bowang Hou explained the cause and effect very clearly. Before he came, he knew that Jiang Wang was fighting against the way of heaven. But even Chongxuan Sheng didn't know that the way of heaven had already been so magnificent, let alone that the way of heaven was approaching here.

He was the owner of Diaohai Tower and the seal of a large sect. His cultivation and knowledge were far from what they used to be. But in just a short while, he couldn't bear the pain. If Jiang Wang hadn't been watching him and pulled him out in time, he would probably have drowned!

In that extremely oppressive sea of ​​heaven, he had a very clear feeling - he would soon sink, and he would inevitably be assimilated into an inconspicuous drop of water in the deep sea of ​​heaven.

That was an unstoppable and inevitable fate.

But Jiang Wang had endured it for so long, and now he was still sitting here, existing as a concrete and calm "person".

It was really amazing!

At the beginning, he, Jiang Wang, and Fu Yanqing represented the three parties and led the army in the same world. He repeatedly felt the gap. Now looking at it again, the gap has not narrowed, but has been stretched by time...

In a sense, being born in the same generation with such a person is a great misfortune!

"If we want to seal this state of heaven and man, what do you think, Brother Chen?" After Chen Zhitao's emotions eased a little, Jiang Wang asked.

"I don't know." Chen Zhitao shook his head blankly: "It's impossible to do."

"If it was easy to see the possibility, I wouldn't think of Brother Chen. Only the highest difficulty of sealing a town requires you who have the most talent for sealing a town." Jiang Wang said slowly: "Among all the fellow cultivators of the same generation I have met, your attainments in sealing a town are unique and unparalleled."

Chen Zhitao was silent for a long time: "Talent in sealing a town...?"

He will never forget the mistake he made that year. At that time, he really thought that he had amazing talent in sealing the town, and his master and elders also gave him enough trust. He presided over the promotion of his original sea beast sealing technique to strengthen the control of sea beasts in a targeted manner, strengthen the cohesion of the Zhenhai League, and enhance the influence of Diaohai Tower on the sea... As a result, it was Gao Jie's layout. From beginning to end, his sealing technique failed to really control those sea beasts. It was even worse than locking them with an iron chain!

In the end, the disaster of sea beasts came, causing the Star Bead to sink and Huai Island to capsize.

Does he really have this talent and ability?

Can he really help Jiang Wang?

"If I want to borrow some inspiration from others in this impossible sealing scenario, I can only think of Brother Chen." Jiang Wang said seriously: "Among my peers, I don't think of anyone else."

Chen Zhitao closed his eyes in some pain: "I need some time. I have no idea now."

Jiang Wang took out a key and put it on the table: "The yard opposite the restaurant belongs to a friend of mine. Everything is ready inside. You can stay there for a few days. Don't worry, just relax."

Chen Zhitao asked in a daze: "What about you?"

Jiang Wang smiled: "I'll take a good look at this world."

...

Jiang Wang really "looks at the world".

Grandpa Zuo's "Ping'an Town" is stuck there, and the inspiration he got from the nine towns of Changhe is limited by his own sealing skills. It is always just an outline and difficult to make any progress.

He has memorized all the ten car sealing secrets collected by Chong Xuansheng. If you want to understand them all, it will not be overnight.

If you really want to say that Changguo has any powerful sealing inheritance, it is hard to convince people by looking at the drunkards on the street.

Chong Xuansheng had communicated in advance, and Jiang Wang also went to the martial arts library in Changguo to read some. Now he wanted to see the customs and customs that were different from other places.

Enriching humanity is to fight against the way of heaven.

There is a widely circulated "I have three drinks" in Changguo-

Drinking at happy events, for its joy; drinking at funerals, for its sadness; drinking when there is nothing to do, for the joy of life.

When waiting for Chen Zhitao, Jiang Wang invited many people to drink, and changed a story for each meal.

The story of the drunkard is not ups and downs, but it is also a segment of life.

Now Chen Zhitao has closed the door and pondered, and Jiang Wang continues his "thousand bottles of wine", inviting a thousand people to drink and listen to the past of a thousand people.

In fact, once the ear fairy is summoned, he can hear all the secrets. But he must communicate face to face and feel the strong emotions.

In the drunken Du Kang City, many people know that there is a "weird man" during this period-

His appearance is always unclear, and his voice is forgotten after hearing it. The only clear thing is that he always asks people boringly why they get drunk.

Why would he get drunk?

But since he always treated people generously, he would talk about regrets that he didn't know when and what month they were in, and that he might not remember when he woke up.

Who did he love, who did he hate, who did he miss.

It's really strange.

There are always people crying.

...

...

On Jiuquan Avenue in Dukang City - there is really a lively Jiuquan here, where drinkers pay money and drink from the gourd - just across the wall is the "Ganquan Lane" where the most homeless people in the wine country gather.

Because the dregs of Jiuquan will be poured into the "sewage pool" here.

The homeless people can't afford to buy wine, so they eat the dregs to appease their greed, and over time, it has become a gathering place.

Jiang Wang treated a homeless person to a meal here. As a homeless person, he naturally ate two more steamed buns and three more pork elbows.

This is a chance encounter in life.

Jiang Wang patiently listened to the homeless person's regrets, wiped his tears with a clean handkerchief, and left after he fell asleep.

Ganquan Lane has only one very narrow road. Both sides are crowded with homeless people, sitting, lying or leaning. They are in a daze in the half-dead situation. When they hear the noise, they look up one after another. They look at Jiang Wang listlessly and hopefully. When they see him walking forward without stopping, they droop one by one, like street lanterns gradually dimming.

These people have no attachment to life, but are full of desire for wine.

Jiang Wang walked and walked, and then stopped.

At the end of the alley, there stood an old man with a high crown and a wide belt, with a head full of silver hair and a ruddy face. I don't know when he stood there, as if he should have stood there.

Behind him is a rising moon. Bright, bright, and far away.

His posture is very upright, his crown and belt ornaments are not messy, and his Confucian clothes are spotless.

The moonlight falls on him and stops on him. He is outside Ganquan Lane and never steps into Ganquan Lane. It seems that there is an invisible boundary that separates him from here.

Just a line apart, they are two different worlds.

"Why do you relieve one person's hunger and thirst, but ignore a hundred people?" the old man asked.

"We are exchanging, not giving alms." Jiang Wang said: "He exchanged his past for wine."

The old man asked again: "You are also moved by his story and feel for his life, why do you only care about his meal?"

"The book says that kindness does not help the lazy, and goodness does not help the poor." Jiang Wang continued to walk forward: "He chose to live this kind of life, not that he had to live this kind of life."

Although Changguo was not a big country, and had never been strong, it was actually very rich with a prosperous wine industry and long-term peace. It was not difficult for citizens with hands and feet to find a decent job to support themselves.

The homeless people gathered in Ganquan Lane are all people who have given up on life for various reasons.

It may save hunger for a while, but it cannot save the self-loathing for the rest of life.

"How long will it take to get enough emotions in this way?" The old man said, "You should have a more effective way."

Jiang Wang said, "I want to feel, not grab."

"Do you have a trick in mind?"

"Walking."

The old man spread his hands: "You seem to invite people to drink everywhere. Don't you plan to invite me to drink a pot?"

Jiang Wang said, "I have heard the story of the old man."

The two of them, one still and the other moving forward, met at the end of Ganquan Lane.

Jiang Wang continued to walk forward.

At the moment of crossing, the old man said, "I have been walking in the East Region recently. I heard that Marquis Bowang has been collecting information on the sealing technique related to Yang Country-I thought you would come to me."

I really want to hear Zhongxuan Pang explain why his actions did not cause a sensation in the city-how did even Yan Sheng know about it?

Jiang Wang stopped and bowed: "What you ask for is not what I can give. I don't ask whether you can give me what I ask for."

Yan Sheng was about to speak, but suddenly raised his head again, looking at the sky above the alley wall in front of him, frowning and saying coldly: "How can a gentleman eavesdrop on the wall secretly?"

After Yan Sheng spoke, Jiang Wang noticed the movement.

A handsome and sturdy man was sitting on the alley wall, one foot on it, one foot hanging down, holding an opened wine jar in his hand, and laughing in the overflowing wine aroma, looking over here: "You old man, you are so unreasonable! I am sitting here in the moonlight, and you are walking by here and gossiping. How can it be that I, Gu Shiyi, is eavesdropping on the wall secretly?"

One raised his head, one lowered his head. One stood, one sat. The two top masters looked at each other, neither of them gave in.

Jiang Wang took a step aside, bowed to Yan Sheng, and also bowed to Gu Shiyi on the alley wall, and said, "You guys chat, I have something to do and I'll leave first."

During this period, he has seen too many strong people, and each of them has their own complicated past. He doesn't want to be involved in their stories, he just wants to live his own life...

Now he just wants to have a "life"!

"Brother Gu" or "Mr. Yan" is fine. Jiang Wang is polite, but in fact he is impatient in his heart, and doesn't want to have miscellaneous things come up at such a juncture.

"Wait! Brother Jiang!" Gu Shiyi jumped down from the wall, just like a roc spreading its wings: "Don't be afraid, don't walk so fast, with me here, no one can bully you!"

Yan Sheng took a step forward and blocked Jiang Wang just in front of him, blocking Gu Shiyi: "What do you want to do with him?"

Gu Shiyi raised the wine jar and said carelessly: "It depends on what you want to do with him!"

Yan Sheng snorted: "What do you want to do with him? What does it have to do with you?"

Gu Shiyi raised his head and said: "I don't care what your background is. Jiang Wang is my little brother. If you force him to do something he doesn't want to do, I, Gu Shiyi, will take care of it."

Yan Sheng raised his sleeves in front of him and looked at Gu Shiyi proudly: "Then listen carefully - no matter what you are planning, no matter what big chess you want to play, put away your little calculations. Jiang Wang is the heir of the eldest princess of my Yang country. If you want to do it today, If you want to harm him, I will beat you here!"

"What a joke!" Gu Shiyi laughed: "How could I harm Brother Jiang?"

Yan Sheng raised his head: "How often did Yan force me!"

Jiang Wang couldn't leave for a while, and sighed: "Since both of you want to do good for me, why don't we each take a step back and go back to our own homes, how about that?"

He looked at Gu Shiyi, then at Yan Sheng: "Time is limited, I just need peace now, and I can't talk about leisure. Please forgive me!"

Yan Sheng looked at him deeply, and took out a thin book from his sleeve: "This is my experience in sealing techniques over the years, and I have also made some deductions of techniques based on your situation... It should be helpful to you. You take it."

He handed it over, and said to Jiang Wang: "There are no conditions, and you don't need to do anything. Life and death are ahead, and it's hard to survive. Don't be hypocritical."

Jiang Wang took it silently.

But why?

Yan Sheng seemed to have heard this question, and looked at him and said, "The princess's last days are with you. I don't want no one in the world to remember Yangguo."

It's hard not to feel sentimental about these words, and Jiang Wang was also disappointed for a while.

"Brother Jiang!" Gu Shiyi also handed over a book: "This is the "Eight Formations of Fenghou" that someone picked up on the roadside. It's not worth much! The art of sealing and the formation are quite similar. The two have been inseparable since ancient times. Fenghou used the Eight Formations to suppress the demons. You may be able to suppress the thieves by reading it. God-then, this is my intention. You don't need to return anything, and I won't ask you to do anything against your will. Do you trust this old man who has lived for who knows how many years more than your big brother Gu?"

How did it come to this point, with mountains and rivers, hesitating and hesitating, and there are so many unexpected existences, who are very proactive in giving help?

Changhe Dragon King, Yan Sheng, Gu Shiyi...

They are all forced to sell and give, but they don't ask for anything.

Is it really the protagonist of destiny, when the time comes, the luck comes, and the heaven and the earth are all working together, and the good wind sends me to the blue sky?

The law of heaven is still holding its neck!

Jiang Wang has seen a little of this world, but he still doesn't quite understand it. The people and things in the world are all inextricably linked.

He understands that what he gains today will definitely be repaid one day in the future.

"Thank you, Brother Gu!" Jiang Wang did not hesitate and took the "Eight Formations of Feng Hou" with his hand.

As Mr. Yan said, life and death are ahead, and it is difficult to survive. Don't be hypocritical.

The premise of hypocrisy is also to have "emotion".