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Chapter 796 Drunk and forgetful for three lifetimes

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    Almost as soon as the old man finished speaking, Lou Yi's eyes suddenly went dark, and he was already drunk to death

    But this kind of drunkenness is not simply drunk, but he has entered a dream-like place, and he has forgotten his identity. Now he is just a shepherd boy, holding a green bamboo flute and sitting on it.  On top of a dark buffalo, a clear voice laughed.

    The buffalo swam lazily in the river. The river water soaked his trousers. The cool river water made him laugh happily. He held the bamboo flute in his hand and put it to his mouth. The sound of the flute came out leisurely. The sound was crisp and bright, making people laugh  I couldn't help laughing.

    There is no one else here. One person and one cow are playing among the river and willow trees. Time seems to have stood still. Everything is so happy.

    In this way, year after year passed, Lou Yi grew up slowly, but the things around him remained the same, the green bamboo flute, the black buffalo, the green willows, the clear river, the days remained the same, but the smile on his face  But it¡¯s gone.

    Nowadays, he often looks up at the sky and falls into deep thinking. Why does the same scene, many years later, make him no longer feel happy? He looks into the distance. Apart from him and his buffalo,  There will be no other living beings.

    Lou Yi was standing in the water now. The river could no longer cover his head. The river was flowing on his chest. He touched the buffalo and asked, "Why do I stay here all the time? What is the meaning of my life here?"  "

    For the first time, he began to think about life, wanting to find the meaning of life, and why such joyful things gradually lost their fun as he grew older

    He did not find the answer. The years passed by in a hurry, and forty years passed in the blink of an eye. Now he is an old man with white beard and hair. His face is full of wrinkles, his eyes are gradually unable to see the things around him, and his ears have also changed.  You have to turn your back on your ears.

    The green bamboo flute in his hand also turned into a walking stick made of black bamboo, and he walked staggeringly alone, because the big buffalo had died many years ago. He stared blankly at the river in front of him. How many times had he seen this river?  What I have been doing for ten years.

    It has been like this for decades, and it has never changed. Now he feels that his end is coming, so he exhausted all his efforts and came here, wanting to take another look at the place where he has lived all his life.

    The life of a mortal is very short. Those like him who live to the age of seventy are already considered long-lived, because the average lifespan of ordinary mortals is only thirty or fifty years.

    He looked at the river in front of him and slowly closed his eyes. The crutch in his hand slowly slipped from the old palm. There was a wry smile on his lips because he still hadn't figured it out until the moment he closed his eyes.  , the question that he thought about when he was young, what is the meaning of human life.

    When he opened his eyes again, he became a swordsman, and a killer who killed without blinking an eye. He was used to the sadness of life and death, and the deception of intrigues. His emotions were numb, and the only thing that proved that he was still alive was  , only the moment when the knife in his hand strikes the target.

    Because at that moment he could feel life beating, and he could feel that he was still alive, because in this life-and-death fight, either you died or I died.

    That night, he transformed into the god of death and single-handedly slaughtered thousands of people in the house, including many highly skilled guards. However, no one could stop his blow, not even innocent children.  mercy.

    When he walked out of this luxurious mansion, he was already a bloody man with countless large and small wounds on his body. However, he didn't realize it because his nerves had already been numbed by excessive excitement during the fight just now.  .

    He came to the river at the west end of the city and plunged into the river. He was covered in blood and slowly became clean under the wash of the river.

    This seems to have become a habit after he kills people, and he is also the most feared killer. He is nicknamed "One Sword Immortal". His sword is not the horse-cutting sword used by horse bandits, nor is it the golden sword used by Jianghu swordsmen.  The back knife has two short blades of similar length.

    He took great care of these two knives and gave them names. The golden one was called Copper Heart, while the iron-blue one was called Iron Gallbladder. As for why they were called so, he had no idea.  I vaguely remember this name when these two short blades followed him.

    While he was cleaning the blood on his body, his ears were distinguishing the sounds around him. This was his vigilance as a killer. He could not relax his vigilance at any time, otherwise his life would be at risk.

    Suddenly, an extremely slight sound came into his ears, which was incompatible with the tranquility around him. Lou Yi snorted coldly, "I guessed that you would come back, nowp;However, Lou Yi seems to have long forgotten its existence. He seems to have integrated himself into the surrounding environment, enjoying this rare tranquility.

    However, in the end, he still failed to break through and ascend, but at the moment before his death, he saw his first two lives, the shepherd boy and the killer.

    What is the meaning of living?  What to live for?  This was a question he had left in his first two lives, but as his third life, he realized two different meanings of life at the moment before his death, the path to simplicity, the return to nature

    When he woke up again, he found someone else lying on the hillside outside the city. Coincidentally, there was a thatched cottage on the hillside. There was a mountain and river in front of the hillside, and several crooked-necked willow trees were planted next to it.

    Looking up, he could see the bright moon and few stars, and could hear the cries of crickets and nightingales in his ears. He slowly stood up and murmured to himself, "I've been drunk for three lifetimes, so good wine! So good wine" (Remember this  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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