Tang Ning, Mo Ye and Song Tianyou were in one room, and after a brief rest, they went out to eat.

Xu is a person like Mo Ye, who doesn't seem to be easy to get close to, even if Tang Ning restores women's clothes, no one dares to beat her. They ate on the second floor of a restaurant on the street, drank tea after they were full, and chatted for a while, when they heard the sound of scolding coming from the front of the restaurant opposite.

"Go, go, go! Don't have money for anything to drink? Let's go! Don't get in my way! The shopkeeper waved his hand at an old man in shabby clothes.

The old man staggered back a few steps, sat down on the ground and grinned, his drunken eyes were hazy, his face was flushed with drunkenness, his gray hair was slightly messy, his shabby clothes were full of patches, and the boots under his feet were also worn out, faintly revealing a few toes.

He sat down on the ground and lay down on his side, holding a jar of wine in one hand and grinning: "Isn't it just a jar of wine?" I thought, I thought about the old man, I could drink as much as I wanted, and I hiccuped ......"

The old man hiccuped and fell asleep there with his eyes closed, but because the place where he slept was in front of the door of the liquor store, the shopkeeper saw that the old man was lying on the ground blocking him from doing business, so he stepped forward and kicked him with his toes.

"Get up! Get up! Sleep farther away and don't get in my way of business. ”

However, the old man was drunk, and as soon as the shopkeeper kicked him, he lay on his back on the ground in a large shape, and the empty wine jar rolled down from his hand and rolled on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"There's no going back...... Belch...... No face to go back...... I don't have the face to go back......" the old man muttered, obviously drunk, and his eyes were closed, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The shopkeeper wanted to kick hard, but who expected to see the sad and painful look on the old man's face, such an old man, drunk and crying, ready to kick out the foot, sighed.

"Come two people, carry this old man to the corner of the wall, and don't get in the way of business." As soon as the voice fell, the shopkeeper no longer paid attention to him, but turned and walked inside.

Mo Ye saw Tang Ning looking at the scene over there, his deep gaze paused on the old man, and said: "Mortals envy the cultivation of immortals, but in fact, the cultivation of immortals is also extremely cruel, that old man is the cultivation of the foundation, if it is in the mortal realm, he is the top existence among mortals, even the royal family and nobles have to look at his face, but in this immortal cultivation realm, the strong are like forests, and the foundation building monks abound, and it is good to be alive." ”

His voice paused, looked at the old man who was carried to the corner, and said: "This old man has no longevity, he is not young, but he is only a sixth-order monk who builds the foundation, and he has an old disease, it seems that he should be a casual cultivator, there is no family resources behind him, there is no pill to complement him, his age is already hopeless, and he only waits for the rest of his life to be exhausted." ”

Tang Ning retracted his gaze and said slowly: "This world is inherently cruel, it pursues the respect of the strong, and cultivating immortals is not just to become stronger for the world?" ”

Song Tianyou, who was sitting next to him, listened to their words, looked at Mo Ye, and then looked at his master, with ignorance on his little face.

They sat down for a while, and then settled the bill and went downstairs, and as they walked down the street, the old man, who had been carried into the corner, stood up unsteadily, and muttered, "Wine...... Wine ......" walked towards the wine shop again.

(End of chapter)