My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

When they thought of this situation, they felt a huge pressure.

They thought this day would come sooner or later, but they didn't expect it to come so soon and so suddenly.

……

Today's Fengyu Sect has gathered more than two million registered disciples, and it is very grand and lively.

But as the number of disciples increased, many complicated problems also arose.

As a lazy person, Zhong Qing is not good at management and doesn't want to take care of these things.

He simply pushed Feng Buqun out and let him continue to maintain the normal operation of the sect.

As for myself, I just lie down comfortably to improve my cultivation, and at the same time stroll around the mountains, look at the water, and cultivate my sentiments.

That night!

Starry!

The moon is bright in the sky!

Above the mountain, a waterfall cascades down from the peak, splashing waves.

The stream gurgles and flows into the distance.

There are flowers and green grass on both sides of the river.

A group of fireflies lingered over the flowers and green grass.

The overall feeling is peaceful and quiet.

The surroundings are filled with spiritual energy, and from a distance, it looks like a fairy painting.

This is a mountain range at the foot of Fengyu Sect Mountain.

There was a man standing in front of the waterfall, and it was none other than Zhong Qing.

"It's a rare Feng Shui treasure land!"

Zhong Qing was drinking wine, leaning against a tree, with the stars above his head, looking at the waterfall in the distance, and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants all over the mountain. He was in a good mood.

In the past year, he has traveled many roads, seen many sights, met many people, and experienced many things.

There are many people who I just glanced at briefly, some of whom I formed an indissoluble bond with, and some of whom I just drifted apart as I walked.

Things come together because of fate and disperse when fate ends.

Drinking a pot of fine wine and savoring life under the moon and in front of the waterfall is a unique experience.

There is a saying that goes!

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people who watch the scenery look at you from upstairs. The bright moon decorates your figure, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Under the full moon, on a cliff!

An old man in a white robe with a childlike face and brown hair stood under the starry sky.

In his eyes, the scenery of mountains, rivers and all things was reflected. Zhong Qing's figure seemed to be connected with this world and was reflected in his pupils.

It turned into a scene in a painting.

The old man is drinking too!

The difference between him and Zhong Qing is that he drinks life. What he drinks is loneliness, solitude, melancholy and vicissitudes.

The starry sky and the bright moon are the paintings, and the mountains, rivers and the breeze are the axes.

Although the old man is clearly in the scroll, he gives people the feeling that he is outside the scroll.

He looked at the starry sky and the earth, felt the breeze blowing across his cheeks, and finally asked a question.

"Why do you think people cultivate Taoism in this life?"

This question seemed to be asking the sky, the earth, and his own heart, and it also seemed to be asking the man in black beside him.

The man in black felt a chill in his heart.

After thinking for a moment, he carefully chose his words and said, "Master, please forgive my low level of cultivation. I cannot answer this question."

The old man turned around, looked at the man in black, shook his head and sneered, "You are always so boring."

"Mortals practice cultivation to acquire the power to protect themselves, or to seek wealth, power, fame, or immortality."

"In my lifetime, I have traveled across the three thousand regions of Zhongzhou, witnessed the struggles of countless races, witnessed the rise and fall of countless great sects, and witnessed the turbulent transitions between ancient and modern times. All I desire is to catch a glimpse of the grace and grace of an 'immortal'."

“I missed so much to achieve this goal!”

"I wasted my time and abandoned my beloved."

"In the end, I found that what I sought was nothing but illusions and nothing at all!"

The man in black fell silent after hearing this.

The old man suddenly felt bored.

They say it’s lonely at the top.

Seek the immortal way!

There is no trace of immortals, no trace of Tao. When one reaches the end of cultivation, one finds that the world is so vast that it is difficult to find even one person to discuss Tao with.

How sad!

He looked at Zhong Qing standing in front of the waterfall in the distance.

He laughed out loud and said, "The night is long and I have no desire to sleep. Drinking alone is boring."

"If you don't mind, here's a cup of muddy wine. Would you like to drink with me?"

The voice was calm, like old wine, and it did not seem loud, abrupt or noisy in this lonely forest.

Instead, it gives people a gentle and soft feeling.

Zhong Qing looked up when he heard this.

He raised the wine gourd in his hand and saluted from a distance, saying, "Thank you very much for your kindness, old sir!"

"They say there's no reward without merit. I have my own wine, so I won't bother you anymore!"

These words made the man in black next to the old man frown instantly.

He immediately shouted angrily, "Boy, do you know that being invited by my master is a great blessing that many people seek but cannot obtain?"

"I advise you not to be ungrateful!"

"Wanli!"

The old man scolded softly, his brows showing displeasure.

"Master, this kid is so ungrateful!"

Lu Wanli's eyes were still filled with resentment.

"Who are you? You're a prominent figure that even the leader of a religion would treat as a guest of honor. How dare he refuse the master's invitation?"

"Shut up!"

"You must remember this!"

"You and I are just ordinary people, not necessarily more noble than others!"

"This little brother is quite interesting."

"Since he doesn't want to come, then we'll go over and ask him for a drink."

As the old man spoke, he moved his body and took a step. The next moment, he appeared in front of the waterfall.

"Little friend."

"My surname is Dugu, and my given name is Feng!"

"Come and ask for a drink!"

"I wonder if I would have the honor to drink the fine wine in your hands?"

Zhong Qing tilted his head and looked at the old man in front of him.

After thinking for a moment, he gave his name.

"Zhong Qing!"

As he spoke, he moved his wrist and a bowl appeared out of thin air in his hand.

After filling it up, Zhong Qing handed it over.

"Old gentleman, what a refined pleasure it is to admire the moon late at night!"

Dugu Feng took it.

Chang laughed and said, "It's just that I'm getting older, so I have more emotions, longer memories, and less sleep."

"I'm going to take advantage of the time I have recently to come and take a look at my hometown."

"It's not really a refined interest at all!"

Zhong Qing was surprised: "Oh, this is the old man's hometown?"

"Yes!"

“The mountain back then wasn’t even a mountain.”

"The world is full of changes."

"I just went out for a trip back then, but when I look back, everything has changed."

There was a sigh of vicissitudes in Dugu Feng's eyes.

“Old man, it seems like there are a lot of stories!”

"Hahaha……"

"Anyone who has lived to my age has a basket of stories to tell constantly."

"My dear, when ordinary people are your age, they are either working hard on their cultivation or worrying about the resources for cultivation."

"It's rare to be able to go out and enjoy the moon at this time of year at this age."

Zhong Qingman took a sip of wine: "The purpose of cultivation is to be free and at ease."

"If we practice for the sake of practicing, then we lose the original purpose of practicing!"

These words made the old man's eyes light up.

He chewed it repeatedly.

"What a wonderful way to live a life of freedom and ease!"

"If I had understood this back then, I wouldn't have so many regrets in this life!"

Zhong Qing smiled and said, "Regrets can be eaten with wine, and stories can be eaten as food!"

"Now that the wine is ready, let's see if the old man's dishes are tasty enough!"

……