Shi Jia's unintentional words were exchanged for Gu Qingyang's hoarse words.
When Shijia looked at Gu Qingyang, he also found that Gu Qingyang's eyes were red.
This made Shijia feel inexplicable, but at this moment, Shijia did not dare to say anything.
Shijia just remained silent and nodded.
For some reason, Shijia suddenly had a premonition in his heart.
That is, he wants to witness the other side of a person, which may not necessarily involve fighting.
Not long after, the two of them quietly disappeared on this bustling street.
When they showed up again, he and Gu Qingyang were already in a restaurant.
"Waiter, serve tea."
"Waiter, serve the wine."
Two voices sounded at the same time, causing many diners in the restaurant to look at them at the same time.
And all they saw was a monk and an extremely young man.
However, this restaurant is the best among all the restaurants in Guiyue City.
This building is called the Wangyou Never Night Building.
Rumor has it that the people who come here are all great bone cultivators from all over the world, and they are all supreme strong men.
But in fact, this kind of place is actually a mixed bag, with all kinds of people.
However, in this kind of place, most people show their best side.
But in fact, those people are nothing but gold and jade.
Or is it really so extraordinary? Then, no one really knows.
"Sir, your tea."
"Your wine, sir."
"Please use it slowly."
…
The place is a good place.
Guests are not good guests.
The waiter is decent.
In just a moment, someone came to greet Gu Qingyang and Shijia beside Gu Qingyang. But their demands are simple.
The monk asked for tea.
The young man wants wine.
Don’t do anything else. If such an appeal is not simple enough, then are there really any simple appeals in this world?
At least, the waiter thinks there won’t be any. But even with tea and wine, Gu Qingyang remained silent.
In front of him, the monk Shijia tasted tea very well. It was really interesting to see that the monk looked like he was enjoying the tea very much.
However, Gu Qingyang was not in the mood to appreciate these anymore. At this moment, he was just staring at the wine in the glass silently.
This wine is strong.
Strong liquor is like a knife when it enters the throat, and a single sip can leave a scar. Gu Qingyang, on the other hand, drank silently, one sip after another.
Sometimes, Gu Qingyang would close his eyes silently. On the contrary, as soon as he closed his eyes, the shadow of the little girl was in his mind.
once Upon a time!
He had also thought about what if he and his sister were not from the ancient family, but from a family of ordinary people, just mortals.
In that case, when they are seven or eight years old, will they have their parents by their side, and will his sister have endless candies?
That kind of life is indeed mediocre.
But that kind of life also moved his heart.
And when he opened his eyes, all he saw was wine in the glass.
The next moment, when he drank the wine, he thought he saw something again.
In fact, what he saw was actually a person, a silhouette.
That's him, that's who he once was.
That him lived in the previous life.
Revenge, glory, power, status...that was everything he pursued, that was his goal.
Later, some of these things disappeared in his heart, and some turned into floating clouds in his heart.
"A cup of tea can relieve a thousand drunkenness,"
"How much sorrow can you have?"
"I use my wine to forget my worries,"
"I hope I never wake up after being drunk for a long time."
Finally, I don’t know how long it took.
I don’t know what Shijia saw.
I don’t know how much wine Gu Qingyang drank. All in all, among the two of them, someone finally spoke at this moment.
The first person to speak was Shijia.
He looked at Gu Qingyang for a long time. But what disappointed him was also what surprised him.
He couldn't see any divinity in Gu Qingyang, and at the same time, he couldn't see any magic in Gu Qingyang.
When drinking, Gu Qingyang seemed to be just a real mortal. From beginning to end, all he could see was the endless glass of wine.
Until he took the initiative to speak and said a poem that could not be regarded as a poem. Gu Qingyang slowly put down his wine glass and reluctantly replied with a poem.
And Gu Qingyang's poem also made him feel extremely surprised. Because he really couldn't imagine what else in this world could be so important.
It can make a person who can master both gods and demons, and can make a person who combines divinity and demonic nature into what he is now.
"Hahahahahaha——"
Finally, Gu Qingyang spoke. But Gu Qingyang just smiled, then put down the wine glass, hugged the jar directly and started drinking.
When Shijia saw Gu Qingyang like this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. But immediately after, he heard Gu Qingyang say slowly:
"When I was twenty-five years old, I once told myself that a guy gave you a slap in the face, and that slap was called life."
"Only by carrying it can you live like a human being. This is one of my life creeds."
"Then can you handle it?"
"Do I look human to you?"
Listening to Gu Qingyang's words, many diners present could not help but frown.
Because they believe from the bottom of their hearts that they have broken away from such fun.
Therefore, when they heard Gu Qingyang say this, they just thought that this was a bumpkin who came out of nowhere.
Are you still living like a human being? You also ask people if you look like a human being? Where did this bumpkin have to come from to ask a question like this?
At this moment, some people began to silently feel sad for Shijia. Some people have even begun to cast contemptuous glances at Shijia.
That look seemed to say, what on earth was Shijia thinking, and how could he lead such a guy out?
But at this moment, Shijia only had a serious look on his face.
Of all the people present, he was probably the only one who could barely understand what Gu Qingyang meant. However, Gu Qingyang still seemed to only have wine in his eyes.
And the next moment, Shijia also asked a question out of nowhere:
"Dare I ask my friend, is your Geng your age this year?"
"Hey, hey, I forgot."
"Forehead--"
"Let me think."
"It's either twenty or twenty-one."
"Fellow Taoist, it seems you are drunk."
"No, no, no, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk -"
…
Gu Qingyang's answer caused a look of astonishment to appear on many people's faces. Because they really didn't expect that Gu Qingyang would say this.
At this moment, many people were secretly complaining in their hearts, saying where on earth did this lunatic come from? How pitiful he was, he was so crazy at such a young age.
After a few sips of wine, you can't tell your age. So what is this kind of person saying if it's not nonsense?
It's a shame they believed it before.
Now that I think about it, it’s such a waste of emotion.
However, after Gu Qingyang said his last words, Gu Qingyang also slowly fell down and fell into the jar.
"I'm not drunk-"
Gu Qingyang's voice sounded again in the jar.
The voice was extremely dull and hoarse.
At this time, many diners present frowned and looked at Gu Qingyang with disgust.
Only Shijia silently called the waiter to come over. After paying, he also silently pushed the tea cup aside.
Then, he raised the wine jar in front of everyone's surprised eyes, took on a heroic attitude, and started drinking heavily.
"Gudu, Gudu, Gudu——"
In an instant, the only sound in the restaurant was the sound of strong alcohol pouring into the throat. Those present were completely stunned.
At this moment, although there was still anger in their eyes. But more often than not, it has actually turned into a look of incomprehension.
When it comes to Gu Qingyang drinking, they can actually understand it. After all, no one's state of mind is absolutely perfect.
Everyone breaks down sometimes.
Then why does this monk drink?
They can't understand or figure it out. Then a word rang out from the crowd, causing everyone to look sideways.
"Monk, as a monk, shouldn't you drink alcohol?"
"Hahahahaha, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but they remain in my Buddha's heart."
For some unknown reason, Shijia started to imitate Gu Qingyang's laughter. But his words also silenced the people present completely.
Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but they remain in my Buddha heart.
What kind of courage is this? How generous is this? This is already a realm of life that most of them do not have.
But the next moment, they focused their attention on Gu Qingyang again. Because they felt an aura from Gu Qingyang's body.
Bone refining realm!
This is actually a bone cultivator in the bone refining realm.
This, this is simply a young genius!
Bone refining realm, one turn.
Bone refining realm, second level.
Bone refining realm, third level?
Bone Refining Realm, fourth turn!
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