Chapter 125 The Past of Hongye Zhenren

In a blink of an eye, another half a month has passed, and the eight peaks newcomer competition has come to an end, and the stormy Jiachen in the newcomer competition has gradually faded in people's minds. After all, he is only the champion of the newcomer competition, and there is not much deterrent and persuasive power. Now all people's attention, all It is concentrated on the big event of the New Year.

The New Year is the most important festival of the year for mortals, and for them monks in the world of cultivation, it is also a festival that cannot be ignored. This is a long-standing tradition of the stars. Even if you are a monk, no matter how powerful you are, you still have to live this year.

However, the New Year of the monks is not as complicated and heavy as mortals. The monks do not pay attention to any etiquette. For the monks, the New Year is very simple, that is, it is enough for a main peak, or the disciples of a sect to get together on 30 nights, drink, talk, laugh, and set off fireworks. It's very ordinary, simple, simple, but it's that kind of atmosphere.

For these monks who are nervously together every day, they can have such a relaxing day. They can find their friends or disciples, sit together without barriers, and temporarily throw away all their troubles. They are happy with him. They expect that the New Year will be the New Year at dawn. There is no fighting, no open and secret fighting this night. There are tiring calculations, and some are just the simplest warmth. In this world, even the heinous villains will always have a soft side in their hearts. Perhaps at this moment, they are lying alone in the corner of the world, facing the winter moon, recalling the few happy memories.

This night, more than 200 Hongyefeng's disciples gathered together on Hongye Square. The good wine on the altar had been neatly placed aside. In the center of the square, there was a bonfire more than one person high. The bright fire reflected everyone's excited faces red, and the burning bonfires from time to time Crackling sound.

The disciples of Hongyefeng huddled together, or ate barbecue, drank with a big sip, and gathered together with laughter. In front of the square, there were neat and more different fireworks. Some local disciples have rubbed their hands and couldn't wait.

Suddenly, only a rapid and sharp voice crossed my ears, followed by a violent explosion. Above the night in the sky, gorgeous fireworks bloomed, shining everyone's raised faces brightly and darkly. Everyone looked up and looked at such beautiful fireworks in the night, and their faces were full of Excitement.

"It's the New Year!" I don't know who shouted first, and then more than 200 disciples shouted loudly.

"New Year, New Year..." seemed to return to childhood. The excited people roared tirelessly at the fireworks that exploded on the night. Some heroic disciples had thrown away the ceramic bowls in their hands, picked up the wine jar directly, and began to take care of themselves.

"Sir, it's another year. How are you?" Jia Chen sat alone in the boiling crowd holding the wine jar. His cheeks had been flushed under the influence of alcohol. Looking at the cheering around and forgetting all the disciples, Jia Chen's thoughts were flying, "Another year."

Year after year, it has been the third year of leaving the bamboo forest in a blink of an eye. This year, the 18th year has happened a lot in the 18th year. As far as Gachen is concerned, it is completely unimaginable. Fate is so strange that it always leads you to your imagination in the ordinary. On the way there, "Sir." Jia Chen looked at the empty moon, but found that the sky had become hazy at this moment. After taking a breath, Jia Chen felt that it seemed to have become colder.

Suddenly, Jia Chen saw a little white and fell on his shoulder. It was so soft and fragile that it melted into water in the blink of an eye.

"It's snowing, it's snowing! It's snowing!" Suddenly, someone shouted excitedly in the crowd. There was a soft snowflakes in the middle of his hands. He held the snowflakes so carefully and shouted excitedly.

"It's really snowing." Jia Chen held up his hands and felt the softness falling in the palm of his hand, then melted, and then there was a trace of coolness into the pores. The snow was always so quiet and silent, landing on the world.

It's like a fairy sprinkled petals, and the petals fluttered in the night sky. She looked up and looked at the white patches full of night, and the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, it is completely like goose feathers, floating all over the whole world. This soft snow seems to soothe people's tired hearts that have been busy for a year.

Above the roof of Hongye Hall, a man, holding a jar of wine in his hand, sat on the roof, sometimes pouring a mouthful of wine, and sometimes looking up at the falling snow. The goose feather snow fell on his long hair and on his robe, but the man never patted the snow, allowing It will cover itself.

"Master." I don't know when Jia Chen appeared beside the man, and Jia Chen also held a jar of wine in his hand.

"Why don't you play with Ren Yuan and others?" Hongye turned his head and looked at Jia Chen, with a smile on his face and asked.

Since returning from Xuanjifeng that day, Hongye Zhenren seemed to have changed. When Hongye Zhenren, who had been closed for three days, appeared in front of people's eyes again, Jiachen found that Hongye Zhenren seemed to be a few years old suddenly, and his unrestrained and frivolous smile was gone, and the free and free and easy The spirit of my line is gone. Hongye Zhenren, who appeared in front of everyone again, had more vicissitudes in his eyes, a little more mature, and a little less frivolity. Now Hongye Zhenren seems to have entered another realm and entered a state of no sadness and no joy.

"What happened between Mo Yu Zhenren and Hongye Zhenren? The words of that day actually had such a big impact on Hongye Zhenren." This is not only Jia Chen's question, but also the question in the hearts of many disciples, but who dares to ask it?

After a long silence, Jiachen and Hongye Zhenren never said anything. The master and apprentice seemed to be competing for alcohol. After a while, they took a sip of this, and then sip. I have to say that Jia Chen's drinking capacity has also been practiced at this Hongye Peak.

"Would you like to hear my story at that time?" Suddenly, Hongye Zhenren broke the silence, pretended to look at Jia Chen and said.

Jia Chen nodded without saying anything, waiting for the real story of Hongye.

At this time, Hongye took a sip of wine, looked up at the snow-filled sky, and meditated for a moment before he said, "more than 20 years ago, there was an outstanding disciple in each of the eight peaks of Wujizong. None of them was convinced. They had to compete in all places, and the three most popular disciples at the beginning, One is me, one is Xuanji, and the other is Mo Yu.

"At that time, I was young and frivolous, conceited and talented. Coupled with the love of the masters, I didn't look at others very much, while the mystery was a silent teenager. His talent did not have an advantage, but he worked very hard. He was the most hard-working and most scheming disciple of these people, while Mo Yu was a combination of beauty and heaven. An outstanding female disciple."

Hongye stopped and continued, "At that time, I was extremely frivolous and didn't pay attention to everyone at all. I also knew that there were many people who secretly hated me. I didn't have many real friends. That's why I didn't have a good impression of the mystery, and I even looked down on the mystery. I sneered at the mystery everywhere and didn't let go of any opportunity to attack the mystery. This may be a little performance of my self-confidence and lack of mystery efforts. Just like the secular story, Mo Yu and I, like a princess, naturally have a good impression. Although Xuanji also likes Mo Yu, I never put the mystery in my heart until one day..."

At this time, a painful expression appeared on Hongye's real face, "That day, Xuanji secretly found me and said that he wanted to gamble with me. If I won the mystery, I would waste gas in front of me on the spot. If I lost to Xuanji, I would give up Mo Yu to Xuanji. At that time, I did not hesitate to agree to Xuanji and expand the sky. With the witness of several real people, we had a fight.

"As a result, did you lose?" Jia Chen looked at Hongye and asked.

Hongye Zhenren nodded with a wry smile, and his face was full of painful expressions, "Yes, the mystery that has always been unknown in my eyes has exceeded my realm. Maybe this is the price of pride. I lost. When Mo Yu knew all this, she became angry. She has never been so angry. She asked me what she was in my eyes, is it a bet? And I can't answer Mo Yu at all.

At this time, Hongye really took another sip of wine, swallowed it, and continued to say, "Since then, Mo Yu has disappeared into my world, and she has never been good with Xuanji. Mo Yu did not let Xuanji take any advantage of her by virtue of her strength. No matter how the Xuanji is entangled, and Xuanji has made all this The reason is attributed to me, so this entanglement has been left behind. Until now, I have been a representative of failure in their hearts, in Mo Yu's hearts, and even more so in the heart of the mystery, until we inherited the eight seals. Now the mystery peak is like the original mystery, and it has always been so Hard work, and Hongyefeng is like Hongye after failure. It has always been broken. When he finally decided to rise one day, he found that he was so naive. It turned out that the world had already forgotten him, and the center of the world was no longer revolved around him.

Speaking of this, Hongye Zhenren stopped, and his throat, who was pouring wine into his mouth, made a gurgling sound. The raised wine jar could not leave Hongye Zhenren's mouth for a long time, and the splashed wine splashed on Hongye Zhenren's clothes, face and hair. It's all inside.

Jiachen didn't say a word. He knew that what Hongye Zhenren needed was not comfort, just like the merciless words of Moyu Zhenren on Sendai that day. What Hongye Zhenren needed was to be awakened. Besides, this is the story of their older generation. No one is right or wrong in this story.

When Hongye real person smashed the empty wine jar on the roof with a bang, Jiachen saw Hongye real person's face full of splashed wine. As for whether there were any tears left by Hongye real person, Jiachen did not know.