It was late autumn, the breeze was undulating, the lake was as red as fire, and the lake surface seemed to be on fire.
It was probably because the weather was getting colder, and the disciples in the outer area of Luoyun Sect were all retreating in their rooms, or taking on sect tasks outside, so there was no noise here.
Chu Cheng stayed in the outer gate area for three years, which was the shortest three years. He spent three years in Baicao Valley, but he only lived in the outer gate for a few months.
But for some reason, he has a greater attachment to District B. Perhaps, that was the first yearning for immortality and the path to immortality.
The first time in life is full of longing and expectation. There is no limit to the sea of learning, and no limit to the road. Chu Cheng has only just set sail... How far can he go in the future?
The breeze blew, making his robes whistle, and the crimson maple leaves fell, like gorgeous butterflies flying around him.
The maple leaves swirled around him, and finally fell to the lake with the wind, causing a ripple.
Chu Cheng looked at the man in purple, the man sitting quietly fishing.
The man was carrying a pot of wine, and there was another pot beside him, but he never drank by himself. It seemed that the man was waiting for his confidant to drink with him.
The man in purple noticed the gaze, raised his head slightly, and smiled towards this side. He raised the wine bottle and took a sip.
Chu Cheng chuckled, not understanding that this man meant to drink with him.
He walked over, a clear light flashed under his feet, and walked on the lake.
Step by step, ripples rippled forward. After a while, Chu Cheng came to the man in purple and sat down cross-legged.
"Good wine!" The man in purple put down the wine bottle, praised, picked up another jar of wine, and handed it to Chu Cheng.
A strong and delicate fragrance hit his nostrils. The wine in the lake was as pure and clear as a mirror. Chu Cheng looked at the jar of wine and felt a little bitter.
Once upon a time, he also drank. That day, he was allergic to alcohol and went to the emergency room. He was accompanied by his family at that time.
But now? Alone in a foreign land, there is no life in my hometown. I'm afraid I'll never go back in this life.
"Brother Chu?" Seeing that he didn't accept the drink, the man in purple spoke again.
Chu Cheng came to his senses, shook his head and said, "My physique cannot handle alcohol."
The man in purple sighed and said: "What a pity, these two jars of wine are both century-old wine. Are you really sure you don't want to drink it?"
Chu Cheng thought for a while, and suddenly realized that this body in this life was no longer the same body as before. Maybe, nothing will happen.
He smiled, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip. It was long in the mouth, mellow in the mouth, and had a long aftertaste.
The past is like wine, everyone is brewing it, the endless taste becomes more and more fragrant as time goes by, and less and less...
Chu Cheng was only alive for four years, how could there be any past events? All his past events disappeared with that night.
In this world, he is Chu Cheng, but not Chu Cheng, he is himself, but not himself...
Only by living can you prove that you truly exist.
The wine was very strong, fragrant, and strong. After Chu Cheng drank three sips, he became drunk.
He opened his eyes hazily and said softly: "Senior Brother Chen, why are you here?"
The man in purple is now the second person after Chu Cheng to become famous in Luoyun Sect.
He is Chen Yin, the most shining star in Luoyun Sect's inner sect ten years ago. This is still the case today. Although he was overshadowed by Chu Cheng, he is still a well-deserved genius.
Chu Cheng could feel the powerful aura on his body, which meant that Chen Yin had stepped into the eleventh level of Qi gathering again, and was even stronger than ten years ago.
"Brother Chu, don't you know that I was also born in Area B back then?" Chen Yin continued to take a sip and said: "I went to your cave to look for you and learned that you had left the sect, so I came here to wait. "
Chu Cheng laughed dumbly and asked, "Are you so sure that I will come here?"
Chen Yin thought for a while and said honestly: "Because you are a road idiot, you will definitely come here."
These words left Chu Cheng speechless and didn't know how to refute. He is indeed a road idiot, but he is not so stupid that he cannot distinguish between regions. However, teleporting to the outer door has become a habit. So much so that I always forget that I have become an outer disciple.
Chu Cheng thought for a while, with a hint of melancholy and sadness. He said softly: "I have been an outer disciple for three years, and I have not been in Area B for a long time. But I still made a friend, and thanks to him, I have the strength I have now."
Chen Yin took a sip of wine and asked: "Friend? That must be a genius. Who is he? Now he is in the inner sect? Why don't you ask him to come and have a drink with you."
Chu Cheng sighed and poured wine in front of him. There was a splash on the ground, and the aroma of wine seeped into the earth. The smell of earth mixed with the aroma of wine, making it even stronger.
"He is not strong. He was only at the third level of Qi Gathering at the beginning. If he were alive, he should be at the inner gate now." Chu Cheng took back the wine jar, raised his head and took a big sip.
This bite is a tribute to the person who came here to dig out the ice and fish every late winter.
Back then, Ma Yuncai would come here every winter. Four years ago, he would visit fellow students nearby with grilled fish. Chu Cheng once ate one.
Chen Yin's expression changed, he put down the wine bottle, and said apologetically: "Brother Chu, I'm sorry..."
Chu Cheng shook his head and waved his hands and said: "Life and death are determined by God. What can't be avoided will eventually be inevitable."
There are very few people who can escape the invisible calamity. Although there are still some people who find a glimmer of hope in their narrow escape, they are all due to great luck.
Chu Cheng thought of something, raised his head and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Chen! You have made further progress in your cultivation."
Chen Yin shook his head, looked at Chu Cheng, and said helplessly: "Even if I return to the eleventh level of Qi Gathering, I am still no match for you."
Although the difference between the 12th level and the 11th level of Qi gathering is only one level, the strength is still far different.
Each generation of Luoyun Sect will have three or four disciples at the eleventh level of Qi Gathering, but there will not be one disciple at the twelfth level of Qi Gathering for a thousand years. From here we can see the difference between the 12th level and the 11th level of Qi Gathering.
Chu Cheng drank the last sip of wine and sighed: "The sinful blood and chaotic soil are actually..."
At this moment, a thunderbolt sounded in the sky and streaked across the sky.
The sky was clear and clear, and there was no sign of rain. There was no thunder to fall, but this thunder fell just like that.
Chu Cheng was startled, as if something blocked his words, and he swallowed his words hard.
His back was dripping with cold sweat, and he felt a sense of danger just now. It was a power that could instantly shake him out of his mind.
"Is it the secret of the curse that can't be told?" Chu Cheng pondered for a moment and suddenly understood.
When he no longer had the thought to say these words, the sound of thunder no longer appeared again.
Chen Yin looked up at the blue sky, laughed dumbly, and said: "Even God can't bear to see you being so perverted and defiant!"
Chu Cheng didn't reply. He still felt that if he didn't say those words, after all, life and death were at stake. He might be blocked by the power in the dark, or even die.
"Is it the ancient court?" Chu Cheng looked up at the sky, where it was clear and bright. But I always feel a little depressed, as if there is a big net surrounding the world.
Chu Cheng put down the wine jar and looked at Chen Yin. He said very seriously: "Perhaps, you can try the twelfth level of Qi Gathering."
It takes twelve levels of Qi gathering to create a real foundation. Perhaps in the future, by chance, we will step into a real foundation.
Even if it isn't, it's still much better than ordinary foundation building! This is also the disciple of Demon Valley, after entering the foundation building. The reason why he can kill the enemy beyond the ranks.
If Chen Yin only builds the foundation with eleven layers in the future, it must be a false foundation.
Chu Cheng regarded him as a friend, so he naturally wanted to give him advice. As for whether he would listen to it or not, it was his own choice.
Chen Yin smiled and looked at the clean and tidy lake surface. The lake surface was fiery red, and the remaining red color was like blood. The man was clearly reflected in the sea of blood.
The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. This is Chu Cheng, Chu Cheng in the eyes of others.
Chen Yin sighed softly, feeling a little helpless, a little melancholy, and a little yearning.
He looked at Chu Cheng and said, "I failed in my promotion to the twelfth level, and now I'm given a chance to start over. How could I give up?"
After gathering Qi for twelve levels to build a foundation, there is a glimmer of hope that he will become a Nascent Soul in the future. Even if Chen Yin falls down again, he will try to break through again. If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person and don't want to live in contentment.
"I wish you success!" Chu Cheng looked into Chen Yin's eyes and said sincerely.
"But, what does Senior Brother Chen want from me?" Chu Cheng picked up the wine jar, took a sip, and found that it was already empty.
"Actually, it's nothing. I've always had the feeling these days that you will be leaving after returning to the sect this time."
This is a feeling, a vague feeling among monks. Sometimes it's quite correct.
The area around the lake became extremely quiet, even dead. Only the sound of falling maple leaves can be heard.
After a long time, Chu Cheng laughed and said, "Leave? Senior Brother Chen is overthinking it."
He wanted to leave, but that was also after reaching the Golden Core realm. The place outside Qingzhou was the real place of the Immortal Family. There, maybe the golden elixir realm is nothing, and there may even be Nascent Souls and even god-transformation monks.
If he left immediately, with his Qi-gathering realm, it would definitely be a thrilling journey to the Heavenly Crying Mountains.
Even the powerful Jindan dare not go deep into the Heavenly Crying Mountain Range. According to rumors, there are many sixth-order monsters there, and even seventh-order monsters that have survived from ancient times, and are comparable to great monsters with the power to transform into gods!
Chu Cheng is going to the Tianwei Mountains now, looking for death. In his mind, after a few decades, he would embark on the road to the golden elixir. When his relatives in this life left, he would go with Liu Qian.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Chen Yin shook his head and said, "After today's farewell, I will retreat to attack the twelfth level of Qi Gathering. Where is Brother Chu? What are your plans?"
Chu Cheng thought for a while and said: "After my master refines a batch of elixirs for me, I will go into seclusion and enter the foundation building period."
Chen Yin raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully: "But the Foundation Establishment Pill?"
