The desolate and cold mountain forest, the lonely blacksmith shop, and the dreary people.
There were no lights in the simple house built with broken bricks and tiles in the ruins. Only the bonfire was flickering.
On the distant hillside, there was neither a lamp nor a fire, but there was the sound of a flute.
Xiao Lin didn't listen carefully to the meaning of the flute music. He just looked at the fire and drank his wine.
It had been a long time since he drank because he didn't really know how to drink, and because he didn't have the money to buy it.
He had told himself several times when he was selling wine: "This is all I can do, no more!”
Yes, if he bought one or two more bottles of wine, he would not be able to get his next meal.
However, he also knew that people who didn't know how to drink often got drunk more easily. Perhaps this bit of wine was enough.
In fact, he was not just thinking about getting drunk, but getting drunk. When he was drunk, his mind would be blank. He did not have to think about anything or do anything.
A person sat alone by the fire. The fire was burning brightly, but the wine was about to run out.
But was he drunk? There seemed to be a little, but it was not complete.
A person who was not completely drunk would naturally think of things that he did not want to think about.
Looking at the fire and thinking of that woman, his heart became like a pine tree in the fire. Other than struggling, he sighed.
The woman whom he had met a few times had entered his dreams, and after a few seemingly ordinary conversations, she had suddenly encountered an accident. From then on, her life and death were unknown.
Why is the world always like this?
An accidental incident was often more effective in restraining a person's heart than a deliberate arrangement?
When he thought back to this woman, not only because of her extraordinary clothes, but also because of her elegant temperament and unique charm, he believed that love at first sight was more and more idealistic in reality.
But at the same time, he also understood that they had always been people from two different worlds, so it was inevitable that they had different values, different life philosophy, and so on.
Could it be that this familiar woman who was so different from him was exactly what he was pursuing?
At least for now, when he faced this woman, his tone, body movements, inner thoughts, and even his dreams about this woman had confirmed this point to varying degrees.
However, before he was completely sure, he still needed to understand more.
The question was, where was the woman now?
He didn't know, and it was very likely that he would never know.
He probably already knew that the woman was probably dead, but even so, he still hoped to find her corpse.
He suddenly looked up subconsciously. There was no one in the distance, only the sound of the flute.
At this moment, he realized that the flute sound seemed to have never stopped. Listening carefully, it sounded sad and gloomy.
Where there was a flute, there must be a flute player. Presumably, he was the same as him, troubled by someone or something at the moment.
The dry pine wood crackled in the flames, accompanied by the mournful sound of the flute. It was as if there was only a pile of fire, a pot of wine, a flute, and two people in the world.
Gradually, the sound of the flute got closer and closer.
When he realized that the flute had suddenly stopped playing, he also realized that someone was standing beside the fire.
With the help of the fire, other than the flute in the person's hand, he could roughly see his face.
He wasn't afraid or surprised. He could basically confirm that it was a person and not a ghost or some other strange creature.
He even knew that person, even though he had never met him.
That person is Di Sheng.
"Friend, do you live in this mountain?”
Xiao Lin looked at him silently and nodded.""Yes!"
"Then you are indeed bold enough!”
"A person who can live alone in the wilderness and drink here in the dead of the night is naturally not small!”Xiao Lin shook the empty wine pot and said indifferently.
"Then are you afraid of me?"
"If I didn't know you, I would really be a little scared!”
"Why?"
"After all, you appeared in front of me in a terrifying way at a terrifying time!”
"Is that so? Where have you seen me before?"
"The theater!"
"Where?"
"There's a very famous theater thirty miles away. It's called the South City Theater!”Xiao Lin became more and more relaxed as he said," I not only know that your name is Di Sheng, but I also know that you are a rather powerful immortal sword master. For such a famous sword master like you, there must be such a character in the theater. It's just that it's not realistic enough!”
"I see!" Di Sheng sat down with a smile," If there is a chance, I would like to know, who is playing this role?”
"It doesn't matter who played it, because many people have played the same role before!”
"Then what's important?"
"Theater owner!"
"Does he have any special identity?"
"No, but this show can be said to have been invented by him!”
"Is that so? Who is he?"
"Mr. Dongmen!"
"I'm willing to hear the details!"
"If you have wine on you and are willing to give me some, I will tell you!”Little Lin shook the empty wine pot again and said," If there's none, then..."
"I don't have any wine on me!" Di Sheng gradually becomes serious." And even if I have it, I definitely won't give it to you now!”
"Why?"
"Because you're still sober!"
"Are you sure I'll get drunk?"
" I'm sure, and I'll get drunk as soon as I drink it!"
Indeed, when a person was drunk, how could he take his words seriously?
Di Sheng did not drink. He only smiled. Under the illumination of the fire, he looked drunk.
Xiao Lin suddenly fell silent. He looked at the fire as if he was thinking.
"I could tell that you were a little troubled, but I didn't expect you to be so troubled!”
Di Sheng shakes his head with a smile. At the same time, he adds some firewood to the fire.
"For someone who has just experienced a life and death situation, this kind of reaction is actually very normal!”
Xiao Lin pondered for a moment before throwing away the wine pot.
Di Sheng glanced at the hand holding the wine pot and asked: "The moment of life and death you mentioned, is it yours?”
"No, there's another person!"
"I don't see any joy on your face, which means that person should be very important to you, and it's very likely to be a woman!”
Xiao Lin did not deny this.
He looked at the fire and also at Di Sheng, who was illuminated by the fire.
Since he was no longer playing the flute, why didn't he put it away? Instead, he held it in his hand and pretended to be ready to play at any time?
"I think you should be feeling the same as me right now!”Xiao Lin said," Although I don't know what tune you're playing, I can tell that you're also troubled by someone, and it's very likely a woman!”
"You guessed right. This time, it's indeed because of a woman!”
"Could it be that it was a man last time?"
"Yes!"
"Because of what?"
" Because of almost the same experience!"
Xiao Lin suddenly stopped talking. He only looked, not at the fire, but used the light of the fire to explore the surroundings.
"What are you looking for?"
Xiao Lin did not answer and continued to search.
When his hands grabbed empty air, he suddenly had the urge to forge.
This was the first time in a year that he did not go to forge iron on time when he could walk.
When he repeatedly thought of the Sword Realm and the woman, his thoughts suddenly became complicated.
This was because he felt that the source of his and Di Sheng's troubles was very likely caused by the same person.
In fact, his feeling was right.
Di Sheng didn't hide it at all. When he knew that someone from the Sword World had met with misfortune, he would definitely play a flute to express his grief.
In fact, this unfortunate person was Tian Chenchen.
"Is she really dead?" Xiao Lin suddenly stood up, twitching.
"She didn't die, but she was even more unfortunate than death!”Di Sheng looks at the bonfire thoughtfully, occasionally glancing at the darkness in the depths of the forest.
Wasn't there a fine line between light and darkness?
"I know what you're talking about. You're talking about living a life worse than death, right?”
"You can say that!"
"Has she been possessed by the Demon Emperor?”
"How did you know?"
"Because she once told me that once I was possessed by the Demon Emperor, I would be better off dead than alive!”
"Really?"
"It's true!"
"Who are you?"
"You should have asked me this question a long time ago!"
"No, just right!"
"Why?"
"Because before this, I only thought that you were a person with the same troubles as me!”
"What about now?"
"Now I want to know why Lady Peach Blossom would tell this to a mortal so easily. So I want to ask you first.”
"I am me, my name is Xiao Lin!"
"It seems like you care about her a lot!"
"If it weren't for her, I would have died long ago!”
Xiao Lin stared blankly at the fire, then fell into deep thought.
Di Sheng did not say a word, but he also pondered.
The sound of the flute rang out once again, drifting into the boundless darkness.
The night was deeper, and people were more sleepy.
However, in front of the bright fire and the sound of the flute, Xiao Lin gradually lost his fatigue.
The song was still the same, the flute player was still the same, and the listener was still the same.
However, this flute sound lacked a lot of sadness and gloom.
"I'm not very happy today, but it's always a pleasure to see you and talk so much! The bonfire is about to go out. Let's talk later!”
"Do you really think this fire is going to be extinguished?”
Xiao Lin was about to say yes when he found that the fire had been reignited. Di Sheng did not add any firewood. He only stirred it a few times in a seemingly clever way. The flame immediately rose higher and higher, burning more and more vigorously.
"In fact, there are many such things. When you seem to have no hope at all, there is often a possibility of a turn of events!”Finished talking, Di Sheng turns around and leaves.
Xiao Lin quickly understood what these words meant. At this moment, he suddenly came back to his senses and shouted,"Don't you want to know about Mr. Dongmen?”
"We can still meet again!" Di Sheng didn't look back and walked further and further away in the darkness.
The sound of the flute once again came from afar. Although it was mixed with some sadness, it was mostly filled with tenacity and hope.
The sound of the flute gradually drifted away until it disappeared.
The flames also gradually weakened until they were extinguished.
Silence, darkness, true darkness.
However, at this moment, a faint light seemed to flash in the distance.
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