"After three years, if you can not change your original intention, you can come to Anyang City, and Zhou will give you a fortune."

Bang!

As these words rang in his ears, Jiang Ping fell down on the haystack in the temple and fell into a deep sleep.

"I didn't expect that it was this ordinary stranger who woke me up." Looking at Jiang Ping who was sleeping, there was a trace of happiness in Zhou Yu's eyes.

He almost put the cart before the horse.

I mistakenly believe that the meaning of life in the wine really represents the life of the person who makes the wine.

But in fact, that is only the deepest part of the brewing experience.

Because it is the deepest, it is the most important thing to remember.

But the source of all this still comes from one's own thoughts.

"The idea of ​​transforming into a god is just a transition. What replaces the heart of heaven with one's own heart is the heart, not the mind. The artistic conception is just a means."

Zhou Yu looked at the bonfire burning in the temple and walked slowly towards the temple door.

Behind him, the bonfire on the ground was gradually burning out, but Zhou Yu didn't want the fire to go out tonight.

Therefore, even if there is no firewood, the fire can still burn until dawn, until Jiang Ping wakes up.

"So, what is the artistic conception I want?" Looking at the vast night, Zhou Yu raised his head and took a step out of the temple gate.

The next day, Jiang Ping woke up from his deep sleep.

The moment he woke up, the bonfire that had been burning in the temple all night was extinguished in an instant, turned into a flame, and flew into the center of his eyebrows.

When the firelight entered his body, Jiang Ping felt a warm current. As his eyes opened, it swept through his whole body in an instant, and his whole body couldn't help but let out a pleasant sound of relief.

"I slept really comfortably last night." Stretching, Jiang Ping looked at everything in the temple.

"This scholar got up early enough." Looking at the empty temple, Jiang Ping joked with a smile.

He seemed to have had a dream last night. After drinking and discussing Taoism with the scholar, he saw that the bonfire in the temple was constantly changing in his words.

"Three years later, Anyang City." After a moment, Jiang Ping remembered the agreement last night, picked up the sword in his hand, and stepped out of the ruined temple.

Although the dream last night was absurd, I still remember the words he said.

Within three years, Qingzhou became famous!

...

Two months later, on a high mountain about ten miles away from the ruined temple, Zhou Yu slowly opened his eyes, surrounded by white clouds.

"It's just white clouds, it's too boring." In these words, Zhou Yu could be seen to be a bit casual.

Buzz!

There was a buzzing sound, and a faint ripple suddenly swept out from the center of the index finger of his right hand.

"hold head high!"

At the moment when the ripples spread to the white clouds, one by one Liuyun crane roared out from the white clouds.

"The so-called illusion is both true and false, but truth and falsehood are always in a thought. Believe it or not, it is true."

After a moment, as the white jade dissipated, Zhou Yu stepped forward and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

"If you want to change the real from the fake, illusion is not enough, you should also have a wish."

half year later.

"Good wine, I have never tasted such good wine." By a small river, an old man with white hair was seen, drinking the wine in his hand and laughing.

"If you like it, old man, you can drink it as much as you want." Zhou Yu took a sip and chuckled.

"I won't drink anymore. I'm drunk. I'll probably lose to you in fishing today." The white-haired old man put down the bottle and said with a smile.

"Old man, do you really want to win against me?" Zhou Yu looked at the calm river with a smile on his lips.

He was fishing by this river two months ago. It was also at that time that he saw the old man in front of him.

When he came, the old man gained something every day, so he never tired of it.

Of course, these were what Zhou Yu heard from the old man.

Because after he arrived, the gray-haired fisherman seemed to have never caught a fish.

Let alone beat him.

"When I was alone, I never thought about winning or losing, but after you came, the old man saw your fish basket and thought about winning or losing.

What's more, it's hard to find someone to accompany me on fishing, so wouldn't it be more fun to compete?" the old man said cheerfully.

"In that case, let's decide whether to win or lose." Feeling the old man's wishes, Zhou Yu said slowly.

This comparison lasts for one hour.

As Zhou Yu's fish basket gradually became full, the old man saw it and couldn't help but feel anxious.

At this moment, I saw a red carp swimming from a distance in the clear river water.

"Come to me, come to me." Looking at the red carp, the gray-haired fisherman seemed indifferent, but his heart was shouting faster and faster.

In this thought, I saw the carp that was supposed to swim to the place where Zhou Yu was, gradually bit the fishhook where the old man was.

Whoosh!

In an instant, with a flick of the fishing rod, the red carp jumped out of the river and landed in the old man's fish basket.

"Now is the real beginning, young man." Seeing the red carp in the fish basket, the old man smiled and said to Zhou Yu.

As time went by, there were more and more fish in the old man's fish basket, until they completely surpassed Zhou Yu.

"It seems I won." The old man said with a smile as he put away the fishing rod.

"Not bad." Zhou Yu nodded and poured the fish into the river as he spoke.

"Aren't you afraid that all this is fake?"

"Haha, whether it's true or false, the important thing is that I have won." Looking at the empty fish basket, the old man smiled, waved his hand, and walked away.

In fact, from the moment the red carp bit the old man's hook, he had already won this game.

Because I want to win, I am willing to believe that it is true even if I know everything in front of me is false.

"The reason why illusion is illusion is because there is still resistance in the heart, and the reason why truth is true is because the heart has fulfilled its wish."

"That's it, those who wish will take the bait."

Watching the old man's figure disappear on the road in the distance, Zhou Yu pondered, and his figure gradually disappeared by the river.

…

In the evening, Anyang City.

Hua Xiaoyu, who is almost nine years old, has grown from the little girl she was back then to a slim and graceful young girl.

On the fair face, her face is exquisite, and a hint of beauty can already be seen.

However, compared to the lively and cute character before, Hua Xiaoyu's personality is now a bit calmer.

"Xiaoyu, a theater troupe has come to the city, let's go watch it together tonight." On the way to the bloodletting, a little nerd wearing a melon cap looked at Hua Xiaoyu and invited him.

"No, I want to go back and check the store." Hua Xiaoyu shook her head and said.

"Look at the store, do you mean your tofu shop or the wine shop next door?

Let me tell you, your uncle has been gone for almost three years, and it doesn’t matter if you miss a day." The little nerd originally wanted to say that your uncle will never come back.

But thinking of Hua Xiaoyu's violent fists beneath her calm appearance, she immediately changed her tune.

But just as he was talking enthusiastically, Hua Xiaoyu suddenly stopped.

"Uncle...is back?"

Looking inside the open courtyard door, a faint smell of alcohol drifted in, and Hua Xiaoyu's stunned eyes were gradually replaced by brightness.

Then, under the eyes of the little nerd, he rushed into the wine shop that had been guarded for almost three years.

…
Chapter completed!