Wine was a good thing.
It could relieve one's troubles and also relieve one's worries.
Gu Qingfeng loved wine. He had always loved it.
However, he didn't drink to relieve his troubles or to relieve his worries. It was just a habit and a kind of companionship.
He was an orphan. He had no parents and no relatives.
He didn't have many friends either.
When he was cultivating in this world, he had lived a life of fighting and killing. He had been able to survive all this time not because of his willpower, talent, or luck, but because of good wine.
In his five hundred years of cultivation, he had only been accompanied by good wine, experiencing all kinds of joys and sorrows with him. It had never left him. In a sense, what he was drinking was not wine, but a kind of loneliness.
It was only when he drank that Gu Qingfeng didn't feel like a lonely person.
It was only when he drank that he did not sink into the boundless solitude that he felt.
He drank all the good wine in the world, not to get drunk, but to eliminate the increasing loneliness in his heart.
Dusk gradually disappeared, and night fell.
After leaving the Peach Blossom Temple, Gu Qingfeng shook the white jade fan while drinking the peach blossom wine. He smiled and said, "The old saying is right. The three cups of wine in the Boundless Secular World belong to the peach blossom wine."
After drinking three cups of peach blossom wine, it was as if he had fallen into the world of mortals. His body and mind became incomparably comfortable and carefree. It was especially pleasant. This wonderful feeling was really priceless.
Gu Qingfeng found the old horse that he had settled down earlier. Looking at the dark sky, he wondered where he should find a place to rest. Suddenly, he heard a shout.
"Old Ninth! Old Ninth! "
Eh?
Gu Qingfeng took a sip of wine from the mouth of the jug. He looked up and saw two women flying in his direction.
She was a woman who was as cold and elegant as an ice rose.
The other was delicate and charming, like an incomparably youthful woman full of vitality.
They were Han Dong and Ouyang Ye.
"Where the hell did you run off to? Do you know that I have been looking for you? "
"I didn't go anywhere. Didn't I just come out of the Peach Blossom Secret Realm?"
"I say, humph! Elder Sister Han Dong and I had to search for you in the Peach Blossom Secret Realm for so long. "
Gu Qingfeng shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face. He squinted his eyes and looked at Han Dong up and down. He smiled and said, "Oh, you're Han Dong, right? You have a pretty face."
Cold Winter was like snow and ice. Perhaps because Gu Qingfeng's words were too frivolous, Cold Winter couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed through her beautiful eyes.
It was not that Han Dong was cold and arrogant. In fact, at this moment, Gu Qingfeng looked very much like a prodigal. He was riding on his old horse, fanning himself with a white jade fan in one hand and a wine jug in the other. He drank from the jug with a playful smile on his face, especially his deep eyes, which swept over Han Dong's body unscrupulously.
Any woman would be disgusted with such a playboy, not to mention that this woman was Han Dong, who had a heavy heart and a cold heart.
"Hey, why are you so rude? Where are you looking?"
If other people dared to flirt with Han Dong like this, Ouyang Ye would definitely teach them a lesson. However, she had a favor to ask of Gu Qingfeng, so she naturally couldn't say anything.
"Everyone loves beauty. Didn't God give us a pair of eyes to admire beauties?"
Ouyang Ye glared at him and despised him in his heart: A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. He's just like Gu Qingfeng.
"Hey, Old Nine, you haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?"
"What's the matter?"
Hearing that this guy didn't even remember anything, Ouyang Ye was anxious and angry. He said, "We agreed in advance. You promised to give me the Rosy Cloud Sword."
"I thought it was something else."
"You don't want to go back on your word, do you? I'm warning you, you can't go back on your words. You have to keep your promise, and …"
Ouyang Ye was afraid that Gu Qingfeng would go back on his word, so he warned and threatened him.
"Come on, it's just the Rosy Cloud Sword. Why would I lie to you?" Gu Qingfeng asked, "Don't you want to exchange it? Where's the thing you said? Take it out and let me have a look. "
"It's so precious. How can I keep it with me? Come back with me now, and I'll show it to you!"
"I have to go back with you?"
Seeing Gu Qingfeng hesitating, Ouyang Ye quickly said, "What's wrong? Is it inconvenient? Or are you afraid that I'll trick you? Hum! If I wanted to kill you and take your treasure, I would have done it in the cave residence. How can you still be alive now? "
"Little girl, you're young, but you're quite scheming."
Gu Qingfeng shook his head and smiled helplessly. "In that case, don't be stunned. Lead the way. Let's go."
"You're just going to ride a horse like this?"
Seeing Gu Qingfeng riding a horse slowly forward, Ouyang Ye was stunned and speechless.
In modern times, there were very few people riding horses.
As long as a cultivator reached the Jindan Stage, they could fly on their sword and soar in the sky freely. Who wouldn't like it?
Even if the journey was long and arduous and they were worried about exhausting their spirit energy, most people would choose a spirit beast as their mount, or perhaps get a spirit beast carriage.
Who would ride a horse?
And it was an ordinary horse.
What Ouyang Ye couldn't accept was that this guy was riding an old horse. Even if she didn't know much, she could see that this horse was old and slow.
This kind of old horse, even if it was given to a beggar, the beggar would dislike it.
Gu Qingfeng slowly turned around and said, "What's wrong with riding a horse? Do you look down on horses? "
"I, I, I don't, I'm just …"
Ouyang Ye just couldn't believe it, and also couldn't accept it. The guy who was willing to give her the Rosy Cloud Sword in the cave was actually riding an ordinary old horse. This really didn't conform to common sense. In her mind, this guy even dared to give away such a treasure like the Rosy Cloud Sword, he must be either rich or noble. Moreover, he must be very rich and noble. No matter what, his mount should be some kind of rare spirit beast. Ouyang Ye couldn't figure out how it could be an old horse.
She couldn't figure it out.
And Han Dong next to her was even more so.
Since she saw Gu Qingfeng with Ouyang Ye, her eyebrows had been wrinkled, and the wrinkles were getting deeper and deeper. A pair of cold eyes looked at Gu Qingfeng's back as he left. She fell into deep thought and endless doubts.
At first, when she heard Ouyang Ye say that this guy was just a Jindan Stage cultivator, Han Dong had some doubts. She thought that Ouyang Ye couldn't detect something. When she saw Gu Qingfeng, she knew that as Ouyang Ye said, this guy was really just a pure Jindan Stage cultivator.
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