Chapter 43: Viewing the World, a Thousand Jugs of Wine

. “As a deity, killing its own believers, I can’t understand how it benefits from this!”Although Jiang Wang didn't dare say he understood the practice of Shinto, he did know some common sense about it...Random Recommendation:

The person sitting at the table was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a navy blue robe.

As if stepping on flowing time, he settled down after exactly ten breaths.

He took the glass of wine and looked at Jiang Wang across from him, "Why is there only one cup"

"I don't drink," Jiang Wang said with a smile, "I can't be clear-headed right now."

To drink is to feel pleasantly tipsy, not intoxicated. There's no real enjoyment in it if you're not going to get drunk. So why bother raising a glass for the sake of it

The visitor raised his cup and drank it all: "To pour wine without drinking myself is suspicious. It's precisely because you, Jiang Wang, are sitting here that anyone dares to drink."

"It's a very good wine," said Jiang Wang.

"The aroma is intoxicating." The visitor took a moment to savor it: "It's unlike the wine from our seaside, which has a bitterness and astringency to it."

Jiang Wang thought of "Tianya Ku," which was said to be a wine often drunk by the Dragon-Fishing Guest.

He must be thankful for those lofty aspirations he once held, which, even after being washed by heaven's grace, remain sharp and unyielding. They are the crucial emotions that have supported him to this day.

"Thank you, Brother Chen, for taking the time to come. I appreciate your hard work on this." He looked at Chen Zhi Tao, who seemed more mature than before, and felt a deep sense of emotion.

Just avoid trouble.

Chen Zhi-Tao wanted to say that, but finally said, "I might not be able to help."

Jing Guo had helped the Ding Hai Lou a lot, so naturally, when Jing Guo made a "request," the Ding Hai Lou found it very difficult to refuse.

But the current Dīnghǎilóu is simply not capable of weathering the storm. Caught between Qí Jǐng's machinations, its master finds himself in a precarious position—to speak out is to risk his life, and to remain silent is to betray his principles. Either way, he cannot win.

If Lord Bo Wang had prior knowledge, his letter would have arrived in time.

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He came to Changguo to look for old friends, a brief escape from the mire.

Jiang Wang poured another cup of wine for Chen Zhitao, watching the bubbles rise one by one. Then, she picked out a tiny Xian Nian (a type of spiritual energy) and dropped it into the cup, like adding an ice cube to settle the liquor: "Just now was drinking alcohol, this cup is drinking thoughts—please accept my sorrow."

The thought of cannibalism is truly dangerous. Besides, the weak should not eat the strong.

But Chen Zhitao understood very well what Jiang Wang had chosen to do outside the Boundary War.

Without another word, he raised his cup and drank.

After a soul-stirring roar, Chen Zhi tao's eyes beheld a vast expanse of blue sea.

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This stretch of sea wasn't wider than the waters he was used to, but the sky hung so low.

The sky was almost touching the sea.

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Although a person still has ample space to move freely within it, and can even summon wind and rain, breathing is difficult!

Chen Zhi tao was completely out of breath.

If in the sea, the sea has no limit. If in the heavens, the heavens have no end.

Only the solitary figure stands between heaven and sea, both collapsing walls. Man is a helpless child in the alleyway.

To stand up, one must resist all this.

Chen Zhitao finally knew the kind of pressure Jiang Wang was enduring.

Even a thousand catties, ten thousand catties, is too light. If thoughts have ten thousand strings, then ten thousand strings will bear mountains.

One step forward is the supreme heavenly being, one step back is eternal suffering in the sea of knowledge.

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All are at ease.

Only facing the sky and the sea, every step is a struggle—and you know the ending is inevitable.

How can a person maintain their self in this state!

“Whew! Whew!”

Diners, the smell of alcohol, the noise... as all this flooded back into his senses, Chen Zhitao gasped for air.

He felt himself drenched, his clothes heavy with wetness, but looking around, he realized he was in the human world.

He stared at Jiang Wang across the table, his expression full of horror.

Hou Bo Wang explained the whole story clearly. He had known before coming that Jiang Wang was resisting Heaven's Way. Even Chong Xuan Sheng, however, didn't know that Heaven's Way had already manifested itself in such a grand way, nor did he know that Heaven's Way was so close at hand.

He was the master of Diu Hai Lou and Grand Sect's Head Instructor. His cultivation and knowledge were far beyond what they used to be. But even in such a short time, he had already suffered immensely. If it weren't for Jiang Wang watching over him and pulling him out in time, he would have probably drowned!

In that intensely oppressive ocean of heaven, he had a very clear feeling—he was about to sink, and he would inevitably merge into the deep sea of Heaven's Dao, becoming an insignificant drop of water.

That is an unstoppable, inevitable destiny.

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But Jiang Wang has endured this long, and now still sits here, existing as a concrete and tranquil "person".

What an amazing thing!

At first, he, Jiang Wang, and Fu Yanqing led their respective armies as representatives of three factions. Traveling together in the same world, he repeatedly felt the gap between them. Now, looking back, the gap has not narrowed, but rather been stretched by time...

To be born in the same generation as such a person is, in a certain sense, a great misfortune!

"If you want to seal this celestial and human form, what do you think, Brother Chen" After Chen Zhitao's emotions calmed slightly, Jiang Wang spoke.

"I don't know." Chen Zhi tao shook his head blankly. "That's impossible to do."

"If it were something easily discernible, I wouldn't have thought of Brother Chen. Only the highest level of confinement difficulty requires someone with your extraordinary talent for sealing." Jiang Wang said slowly: "Among all the cultivators of my generation that I have seen, your achievements in sealing are unparalleled."

Chen Zhitao was silent for a long time: "A talent from the town sealed"

He would never forget the mistakes he made that year. At the time, he truly believed that he possessed extraordinary talent within the Seal Town. His master and elders had placed their trust in him. He spearheaded the promotion of his self-created Sea Beast Sealing Art, aiming to strengthen control over the sea beasts, bolster the cohesion of the Ocean Suppression Alliance, and enhance the influence of the Fishing Sea Tower on the seas... In the end, it all fell into Gai's trap. From beginning to end, his sealing art failed to truly control those sea beasts, not even as effectively as simply chaining them up!

In the end, the Sea Beast Calamity arrived, causing the Star Pearl to sink and Hwai Island to overturn.

Does he really have the talent for this Does he really have the ability

Can he really help Jiang Wang

"If I were to borrow inspiration from anyone in this impossible sealing scenario, it would have to be Brother Chen." Jiang Wang said earnestly. "Amongst my peers, there is no one else who comes close."

Chen Zhitao closed his eyes in pain: "I need some time, I have no idea right now."

Jiang Wang took out a key and placed it on the table: "The courtyard opposite the tavern belongs to a friend of mine. Everything is prepared inside. You can go live there for a few days, no need to rush, just treat it as a getaway."

Chen Zhi-tao asked in a daze, "What about you"

Jiang Wang smiled: “Let me have a good look at this world.”

Jiang Wang is truly a "seer of humanity."

Left Grandfather's "Peace Town" card remained stuck, unable to progress. The inspiration he gained from the Nine Towns of the Long River was limited by his own mastery of seal techniques, remaining only a vague outline and failing to develop further.

Chong Xuan Sheng had collected all ten volumes of the Sealing Art Secrets, and he had memorized them all. To fully understand them, however, would take more than just a day or two's effort.

If you really want to talk about Chang Guo's impressive sealing arts lineage, just look at all these drunkards on the street, it's hard to believe.

Zhong Xuan Sheng had already discussed it in advance, and Jiang Wang also went to the Chang Guo Art Library to browse through some materials. Now he wants to see if there are any differences in customs and culture compared to other places.

A rich humanity is the same as resisting heaven's way.

There is a widely circulated saying in Changguo, "I have three drinks" —

When there is joy, we drink to celebrate; when there is sorrow, we drink to commiserate; when there is nothing to do, we drink to find pleasure in life.

While waiting for Chen Zhi tao, Jiang Wang invited many people to drink, exchanging stories over a round of drinks.

The story of an alcoholic is not about ups and downs, but a series of life experiences.

Now Chen Zhi tao is deep in thought, locked away. Jiang Wang continues with his “Thousand Cups of Wine,” inviting a thousand people to drink and listen to their stories.

Actually, once the Ear Immortal is summoned, anything hidden can be heard. But he must have face-to-face interaction to feel that intense emotion.

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In the city of Du Kang, where people lived and died in a drunken stupor, many knew of a "strange man" during this period —

His appearance was always unclear, his voice forgotten after hearing it. The only thing that was clear was that he would always ask people in a dull tone, why they were buying themselves drunk.

Why get drunk

But seeing as he always generously treated everyone to drinks, we'd come up with whatever we could, saying things that might be forgotten by the time we woke up.

I have loved someone, I have hated someone, I have missed someone.

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That's really strange.

Someone is always crying loudly.

On the Jushu Avenue of Dukang City — there is truly a bustling wine spring here, where drinkers pay silver and drink from their own gourds — just a wall away lies "Ganquan Lane," where the most vagrants in the Wine Country gather.

Because the wine lees from Jiuquan will spill into this "sewage pool".

The homeless couldn't afford alcohol, so they ate scraps to satisfy their hunger. Over time, it became a gathering place for them.

Jiang Wang treated a homeless person to a meal here, and as a homeless person, it was only natural that he also ate two more steamed buns and three more braised pork knuckles.

This is a chance encounter in life.

Jiang Wang patiently listened to the homeless man finish his story of regret. She used a clean handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and left after he fell asleep.

Guanquan Lane was only a narrow alley. The sides were packed with homeless people, sitting, lying or leaning against the walls. Living in this half-dead state, they would stir when there was noise and then look up one after another, listlessly yet hoping for something from Jiang Wang. Seeing that he didn't stop and walked straight on, they all slumped down again, like streetlights dimming gradually one by one.

These people have no attachment to life, but are filled with a thirst for alcohol.

Jiang Wang walked and stopped.

At the end of the alley, stood a tall man with a high hat and monocle, his silver hair gleaming and his complexion rosy. It was unclear when he had arrived there, as if he were meant to be standing there all along.

Behind was a rising full moon. Bright, luminous, and distant.

His posture was very upright, his crown and ornaments not a single strand out of place. His Confucian robes were spotless.

The moonlight fell upon him, and stopped upon him. He stood outside Ganquan Alley, never stepping into it. As if an invisible line separated him from this place.

By a hair's breadth, two worlds apart.

"How can one quench the thirst of a single person by ignoring the needs of a hundred others" the old man asked.

“We’re trading, not giving away.” Jiang Wang said, “He traded his past for wine.”

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The old man asked again, “You were also moved by his story and touched by his life. Why did you only care about his one meal”

“Books say, ‘Compassion does not assist laziness, kindness does not save the poor.’ ” Jiang Wang continued walking forward: “He chose to live this way, it’s not that he could only live this way.”

Although Chang Guo is not a major power and has never been powerful, its wine industry is thriving and it enjoys long-lasting peace. In fact, it is quite prosperous. Its citizens, all of whom have hands and feet, can find legitimate work to support themselves without difficulty.

The homeless people who gather in Ganquan Lane are all individuals who, for a variety of reasons, have given up on life.

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A temporary fix may satisfy your hunger for a moment, but it won't save you from the self-loathing that will linger throughout your life.

“To acquire emotions in this manner, one would need an ample supply of time, wouldn’t they” The elder said, “You should have a more effective method.”

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Jiang Wang said: "I want to feel, rather than seize."

"Do you have any tricks up your sleeve"

"May your journey be pleasant."

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The old man spread his hands: "You seem to be inviting everyone for a drink, but not offering this old man a cup"

Jiang Wang said, “I've already heard the old man's story.”

Two people, one standing still and the other walking forward, met at the end of Ganquan Lane.

Jiang Wang continued to walk forward.

Just as they were about to cross paths, the old man spoke, "I've been traveling in the eastern regions recently and heard that Marquis Bo望 has been collecting information on seal techniques related to Yang Guo—I thought you would come looking for me."

I really want to hear Xuan Pang explain, how come he does things without causing a stir in the city—how did even Yan Sheng know about it

Jiang Wang stopped, bowed slightly, and said: "Master, what you seek, I cannot give. What I seek, I do not ask if you can grant."

Just as Yansheng was about to speak, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the empty space on the wall of the alley ahead, frowned, and said coldly, “Sneaking around and eavesdropping by the wall is not something a gentleman would do.”

Only after Yan Sheng spoke did Jiang Wang notice the commotion.

A burly man, tall and imposing, sat on the wall of the alley. One leg was propped up, the other dangled down, and he held an open wine jar in his hand. In the fragrant air, he laughed loudly at this side: "You old geezer, how unreasonable! I'm sitting here openly enjoying the moonlight, and you swagger past making comments about me. How is it that I, Gu Shiyi, am the one being sneaky and listening from the wall"

With a glance up, and a glance down. A stand, a sit. Two apex powerhouses, locking eyes, neither yielding to the other.

Jiang Wang slightly moved aside, bowed to Yan Sheng, and also bowed to Gu Shiyi on the wall, saying, "You guys chat, I have something to do first."

During this period, I've met too many strong individuals. Each person has their own complex past. He is unwilling to be entangled in their stories and just wants to live a good life...

He now just wants there to be "life"!

"Master Gu," or "Mr. Yan," whatever you prefer. Jiang responded politely, but inwardly he was impatient. He didn't want to be bothered with trivial matters at such a critical juncture.

“Wait! Brother Jiang!” Gu Shiyi leaped down from the wall, just like a roc spreading its wings: “Don’t be afraid, don’t run so fast, with me here, no one can bully you!”

Yen Sheng took a step forward, perfectly blocking Jiang Wang's path and halting Gu Shiyi. "What do you want with him"

Gu Shiyi raised his wine cup and said carelessly, "That depends on what you want from him!"

"What's it to you why I'm looking for him" Yan Sheng let out a 'heh'.

"I don't care what your background is, or who you are. Jiang Wang is my younger brother, and if you try to force him to do something he doesn't want to do, I, Gu Shiyi, will have a say in this."

Yan Sheng raised his sleeve in front of him, arrogantly glaring at Gu Shiyi: "Then you better listen well—no matter what schemes you have, no matter how big your plan is, put away your little calculations. Jiang Wang is the descendant of our Dayang Kingdom's princess. If you dare to harm him today, old man will definitely crush you here!"

This is a test.

"Joke!" Gu Shiyi burst into laughter: "How could our family possibly do anything harmful to Young Master Jiang"

Yet, Yen Sheng raised his head even higher: “Yen has never sought this forcefully!”

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Jiang Wang couldn't leave at the moment, and sighed: "Since both of you are acting for my own good, why not each take a step back—each return to their own home, how about that"

He glanced at Gu Shiyi and then at Yan Sheng: "Time is short, I only need to be cleansed now and cannot afford leisure. Please forgive me!"

Yansheng took a long look at him, then drew out a thin booklet from his sleeve: "This is what this old man has learned about sealing techniques over the years. I've also done some calculations for your specific situation... It should be of some help to you. Take it."

He passed it over and said to Jiang Wang, "No conditions, you don't need to do anything. Life and death are at stake, self-preservation is difficult, don't be sentimental."

Jiang Wang silently accepted it.

But why

Yan Sheng seemed to hear the question and looked at him, saying: "The last days of the Grand Princess were by your side. I don't want there to be no one in the world who remembers the country of Yang."

This statement is hard not to feel sentimental about. Jiang Wang also felt a moment of melancholy.

“Little Brother Jiang!” Gu Shiyi also handed over a book: “This is the ‘Wind Empress Eight Array Diagram’ picked up by someone on the roadside. It’s not worth much! The techniques of sealing and formations are quite similar, ancient times, the two paths were inseparable. The Wind Empress used the Eight Array Diagram to kill the demon clan back then. You reading it might be able to suppress that old thief — Heaven. Then,” He continued, “This is my goodwill. Don’t need to repay me anything, and I won’t ask you to do anything against your conscience. Do you trust this old man who lived countless years ago more than your Big Brother Gu”

How did we get here Through mountains and rivers, wavering and stuck. Yet there are so many unexpected presences who proactively offer help

Chang He Longjun, Yan Sheng, Gu Shiyi...

They still insist on pushing and shoving, giving without asking for anything in return.

Could it be that I am truly destined for greatness, with fate on my side and the heavens aligning Is this the moment when all things conspire to propel me to success, like a gentle breeze carrying me up to the clouds

The heavens themselves are choking on their own neck!

In this world, Jiang Wang has seen some things, but still doesn't quite understand them. People and human affairs are all intertwined threads.

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He understands that today's gains are sure to be repaid sometime in the future.

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“Then thank you, Brother Gu!” Jiang Wang didn’t hesitate at all, raising his hand to take the Wind After Eight Array Diagram.

As Mr. Yan said, life and death are before us, and it's hard to save oneself. Don't be sentimental.

Even if one wants to be melodramatic, they need to have "feelings" first. an immortal will within the grand world.>Sima Yu'an had originally intended to say that.But in the end, he still said: "Yes, at least in this final moment, he had no choice."He harbored no good inten...