"I can't buy this wine in Mobei, just try it fresh, so as not to get addicted and worry about it for the rest of my life."

Cui Xiaowan sat in the carriage and watched. After hearing this, she said with a crisp voice:

"I am very happy to be aware of the Tao in my middle age. I am very happy to be in the south of the mountain. When I come, I go alone, and I know the things I am better. When I walk to the end of the water, I sit and watch the clouds rise. I accidentally wait for the old man in the forest and talk and laugh without returning.

What the people in the martial arts world want is freedom and casualness. With a knife in their hands, where can they go? How could they worry about a bowl of wine for the rest of their lives?”

This sentence is Cui Xiaowan's heartfelt words. Although she is not from the world, she has always been like this.

But how many people in the world can be as comfortable as Cui Xiaowan?

Even Xu Buling can't do it.

Liu Wuye obviously had some concerns, so he could not "walking to the end of the water and sitting and watching the clouds rise" without restraint.

Liu Wuye was silent for a moment, but after all, he did not take Xu Buling's wine again. He stood up and inserted his knife around his waist, pulled his hat and headed to the wasteland:

"See you again if you are destined to be."

"Go slowly."

Xu Buling stood up, watched Liu Wuye's back disappear into the night, shook his head and sighed softly...

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Chapter completed!