Chapter 445 Man’s Life is but the Morning Dew (1/2)

Bai Yufei let out a laugh, ”Nothing could be better!”

Age has taken away his vitality, but it cannot change the fact that he was once a Jianghu drifter. It takes one day in Jianghu for a person to never leave Jianghu, for even if Jianghu is a place of unpredictability, but that kind of wilfulness and pride was also what every man's heart yearned deep down.

Carrying the firewood, he beckoned Shen Lian into Qing Xia Temple. Inside it was clean, all of the firewood was stacked neatly. The furnishings at the top of the hall remained largely similar to when Shen Lian was last here. One could see the carefulness of Bai Yufei.

He watched over Qing Xuan temple, whether or not one day Mister Shen came here for Celestial Cultivation, at least he would not feel that the place was not homely.

Bai Yufei did not say it, and thus no one knew, but the person he had the most respect for was Shen Lian. Shen Lian saved him, and gave him some peace of mind.

Some say that a calm heart is better than an abundance of wealth.

Bai Yufei was an outstanding thief, money was something he could easily get. But before he met Shen Lian, he was only a pitiful wretch, to the point where Ye Liuyun tramped over mountains just to chase him down and kill him.

Shen Lian gave him new life. Therefore at the time, he guarded over the Shen family for many years. In the end he even saved a young Shen Ruoyi.

One after another they stepped into the temple. Bai Yufei tossed about in the kitchen for a while and brought out the wine. The both of them did not bother to be couth, they immediately started drinking.

The mountaintop in February was equivalent to December below the mountain. Cold and chilly, after the last remains of the sun left its afterglow, there then came a pitter-patter of rain and snow.

Shen Lian only had wine in his mind, so did not display even the slightest of techniques, allowing the cold air to intrude upon Qing Xia Temple. The occasional snow and rain dampened the window lattice.

They drank, accompanied with the wild mountain soybeans that Bai Yufei fried.

To be frank, even though the wine was Monkey Wine, but the taste was only so-so. If one placed more thought into it, it would seem hard to fathom that monkeys could ever brew good wine. In deep mountainous forests, far off the beaten track, it was very likely that the monkeys harvested various spiritual fruit and fermented them into fruit wine. Perhaps it could taste better, but with the spiritual fruit, even after they went through Celestial concoctions, no matter what the effect and taste, might not be better by any margin.

That was why Shen Lian drank for the sake of drinking, and not to savor the flavors within.

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Shen Lian drank while he told his life story. He started from Qing Xuan Temple. The memories he spoke of happened long ago, but when he spoke about them, it was as if it happened just yesterday, for every little detail, not a single bit was omitted.

Towards the end there was one particular story that Bai Yufei experienced in the flesh. As for the matter that involved Shen Lian seeking the way of Dao, Bai Yufei did not know the details.

After all he was only an ordinary person, in his eyes the heavens and earth are small, completely incapable of imagining the means of a deity and first class figure that could produce clouds and rain with one wave of the hand and stop the flow of rivers in a mere instant

But he was a good listener, happily lending his ears. Humans all have curiosity, and towards matters of deities they naturally could not understand, but they were incredibly curious.

Another sip of wine, another story.

Everything that Shen Lian went through in his thirty-three years, other people would not even encounter in three-hundred and thirty years.

It was as if he was a spectator and everything was expounded, beneath the warm smile was an icy tone of voice.