A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 666 Extra Story: Red Cen (12)

50 years ago, Ling Feng Zhiying's life was a legend.

A sword with a myth, high above, an existence that countless people admire.

Since ancient times, heroes are lonely.

Leaving aside the incomparably dazzling halo in front of others, Ling Feng Zhiying is just a mortal, a swordsman who cannot escape love after all.

In the Jianghu, not many people knew about his sad past, and even those who knew, passed away one after another.

Those of the later generation know very little about it, and Hongcen is one of the very few.

Ling Feng wandered alone in the rivers and lakes, fate reincarnated, once abandoned the personal relationship of his children, and wiped out all grievances with a single sword. This heroic spirit made many people feel ashamed.

The hero's righteousness is beyond the sky, which is admirable and admirable.

However, it's a pity that I can't be with the one I love all my life, because the one I love deeply leaves forever in the grievances and hatreds, and the Yin and Yang are separated, which becomes a regret that can never be made up.

The two were silent.

Hong Cen became more sober the more he drank. 
"It's strange. Could it be that senior's wine...has the effect of relieving hangover?" I was still a little drunk just now, but this time I was completely awake.

"Drink it out? Haha! This wine can not only sober up, but also detoxify." The old man laughed loudly.The years did not make him bow down, and his smile was still so vigorous and powerful.Hearing what he said, obviously he had seen early on that Hong Cen was poisoned.

Whether there is an antidote, he does not know.

There was no gratitude in Hong Cen's eyes, because he just wanted to get drunk, and if the old man made such a fuss, he wouldn't be able to get drunk even if he wanted to.He covered the wine gourd and returned it to Ling Feng Zhiying.

However, that altar of sorghum was gone.The remaining one was all drunk by Ling Feng Zhiying.

"Why is there so little wine?"

Hong Cen replied: "Just now, I drank it. It's just that I can't get drunk."

The old man put on the bamboo hat. "Alcohol is not for drunkenness. Remember, young man, that wine is not for drunkenness."

The two were like this, silent, one was riding a little donkey, and the other was walking, walking slowly.

(End of this chapter)