Things in the North Sea are completely over. Some people come early and naturally see everything, while others come late, naturally they don''t see anything. Since it''s meaningless to come back to Beihai, we should simply bypass the North sea instead of wasting our energy here.


    It can go around the North Sea, but it can''t go around the North Sea.


    As a boundary between mountains and rivers and demon soil, the North sea must go from the coast to the coast if you want to go to the demon soil.


    The North Sea was originally a Grand Canyon, which originated six thousand years ago. Many monks did not know why he appeared in the world and separated the mountains and rivers from the demon soil, but the sages must know.


    Chan Tzu, who has read many books, knows a lot, but he will never know more than the saints.


    Because the Grand Canyon was originally created by the fight between saints. Several saints fought in the North Sea, which made the mountains and rivers turbulent and the demon land dark, and finally made the Grand Canyon.


    After the sea water poured into it, Beihai became not only the place where the Kun people lived, but also the boundary point between mountains, rivers and demon soil.


    North of the North Sea, is the demon soil, North Sea to the south, is the mountains and rivers.


    Whether you want to step on the demon soil from the mountains and rivers or from the demon soil to the mountains and rivers, you must cross the North Sea.


    Nowadays, although there are many big ships on the North Sea, none of them want to sail from the mountains and rivers to the demon land. The big ships on the sea are for the holy elixirs.


    The coast is getting colder and colder these days. After many monks have left, the place is no longer as prosperous as before. Some fishermen who have rested for many days go out to sea to fish again, and there are more ordinary people on the coast.


    In a tea house by the coast, an old Confucian scholar with a bookcase on his back pushed in. There were no guests in the teahouse now. Except for the two monks who could not see their faces clearly in the corner, there was only a young man sitting by the window, drinking cheap tea.


    A pot of tea is only a few Wen, which is not expensive.


    After the old Confucian scholar pushed the door and looked at the old shopkeeper leaning on the counter, all the wrinkles on an old face unfolded and asked for a pot of wine with a smile.


    The old shopkeeper''s old face had some anger. Looking at the old Confucian scholar, he said with a smile: "I''m a teahouse here."


    The old Confucian scholar put down his bookcase, sat opposite the boy, and said with a smile to the old shopkeeper, "if you don''t sell wine, I won''t open my mouth."


    The old shopkeeper was solemn for the first time. He looked at the old Confucian scholar with a strange look. He had been selling tea on the coast for many years. No one knew that he had worked as a wine seller before selling tea, but it was a long time ago. No one else knew about him except those who had been drinking here hundreds of years ago, even if he had been the head teacher of the Imperial Palace Suye and the demon sect Zhu Lin Hongzhu did not know that he had sold wine.


    This old Confucian scholar was the first one he met to ask for wine when he began to sell tea.


    Since we know the old things, we are mostly old friends.


    The old shopkeeper pulled out a jar of wine that he did not know had been for hundreds of years under the counter and put it in front of the old Confucian scholar.


    Then the old manager seemed to be struggling to sit in front of him.


    The two old men didn''t care about the young man drinking tea.


    The old shopkeeper poured a bowl of wine for the old Confucian scholar, then poured himself a bowl and drank it. Feeling the pungent feeling that he had not felt for hundreds of years, he asked, "I haven''t seen it for hundreds of years. I forget who you are."


    This is true. When he was selling wine, he had a strange temper. It was not the great monk who could not even enter his wine shop. Therefore, those who were lucky enough to drink in his wine shop were at least monks in the spring and Autumn period. At that time, few people were qualified to be his drinkers. Therefore, he remembered his wine customers very clearly. But later, he changed his business of selling tea, and he sold tea no matter who he was After that, he saw so many people that he could not remember who had drunk in his wine shop.


    The old shopkeeper said with a smile: "most people can''t remember clearly, but there was a guy named Meng Jin. Bai Zhihan, the last sword embryo with Kendo talent second only to swordsman, was already in the spring and Autumn period. He drank wine and went to the demon land, but he didn''t come back. Before leaving, he said that he had become a sword fairy, and then he would come back to have a drink in my wine shop


    "It seems to be here."


    The old shopkeeper pointed to the youth beside him.


    The old Confucian scholar took a sip of wine and added: "Meng Jin didn''t come back, but he took an apprentice before he left. The man''s name is Xu Ji, and his Kendo talent is not bad. That is to say, the ancestor of Jianshan is more likely to become a sword immortal than Chao Qingqiu, but now he seems to be dead."


    Speaking of chaoqingqiu, the old manager said with a smile, "the younger generation didn''t drink tea here, but there were two good seedlings who came to live a few days ago."


    The old Confucian student took up his wine bowl and sighed in a low voice: "those who can be remembered by you will come to no good end."


    The old shopkeeper listened to this sentence and was about to smile. Then he remembered the people he remembered. After careful consideration, it seemed that they were really dead. From the beginning of Meng Jin to the present Beiming, which is the general monk.


    Don''t they all die? They can''t cross that threshold.


    After living too long, the old shopkeeper''s heart was numb when he was used to seeing the parting of life and death. He just looked at the old Confucian scholar in front of him, and he always felt familiar, but he really couldn''t remember who he was.After drinking a few more bowls of wine, the old Confucian scholar asked, "besides Su ye, have you ever seen a brilliant scholar?"


    The old manager thought carefully, but he didn''t think of it.


    The old Confucian scholar patted his head and said in a hurry: "it''s the scholar whose name is not so brilliant."


    The old shopkeeper gave a cry, but he didn''t show any sudden enlightenment. He said plainly: "after drinking tea, I went to the demon soil. I think it was more than 100 years ago. Why, do you want to find him?"


    The old Confucian scholar said frankly: "go to the demon soil, if you can see him, it is a wonderful thing."


    The old shopkeeper seemed to have lost his vital energy and asked casually, "what else?"


    "Don''t you want to take that last step?" he asked with a smile


    The old shopkeeper, who had lost his essence, just laughed and said, "it''s not easy to live, but it''s not hard to die."


    There was only one dead sea before the North Sea.


    That''s the price of the last step.


    The old scholar frowned and said, "after living for so many years, you have lost all courage?"


    Yes, from the beginning to the end, the old shopkeeper is not like a great monk, but like an old dog, waiting for the day of death, although it will be many years to come.


    The old shopkeeper still shakes his head, "as long as you can live, being a dog is not a difficult thing to choose."


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