There is no moon visible in the sky, because the sky is a bit gloomy, and the light clouds cover the traces of the moon in the empty void. However, the sky is not too dark, and there is still a faint moonlight piercing the light dark clouds, constantly shining in the sky. Swaying, the silver-gray moonlight and the light ink-colored dark clouds intertwined with each other, forming a night sky in Zhou Baopu's eyes.
Looking up at the sky, Zhou Baopu felt that his mind had broadened a lot. At the same time, as if he had remembered something, he stared at the moon with some fascination.
He remembered that when he was a child, in Zhoujia Village at the foot of Xuangui Mountain, his mother would often hold him in her arms, sit in their small courtyard, look at the bright or dark moon, and tell him stories. There are all kinds of stories. Until now, stories about talented people, beauties, elves and monsters were still lingering in his mind.
Zhou Baopu knew that now that he was in the demon world, Wang Caifeng was also in the demon world. He could definitely go and see Wang Caifeng. Moreover, he also knew clearly that no matter how busy Wang Caifeng was, as long as Zhou Baopu made this request, Wang Caifeng would love him so much. I will definitely agree to him without hesitation.
But for some reason, Zhou Baopu seemed to have a hard time accepting it when his mother, who used to be gentle and kind in his eyes, turned into a famous saint in the devil world. He didn't know why, but he kept putting it off and not meeting Wang Caifeng.
When he first came to the demon world and was still in a coma, Zhou Baopu could even feel Wang Caifeng's aura lingering around him, and he also heard the conversation between Wang Caifeng and Yao Qian.
He knew that what he heard was all true, but he had not yet woken up at that time and was in a state of chaos for the rest of his life.
But Zhou Baopu not only heard Wang Caifeng's love for him, but also heard the distance between Wang Caifeng and Yao Qian. This distance was not a physical distance, but a relationship distance. When they were in Zhoujiacun, Wang Caifeng's attitude towards Yao Qian had always been very respectful.
After all, at that time, Wang Caifeng and he could only be regarded as orphans and widowers, and Yao Qian was a well-known doctor in Zhoujiacun. Not to mention Zhoujiacun, even the surrounding villages such as Liujiacun, if someone really got sick If a disease that is difficult to cure is found, Yao Qian will not hesitate to lend a helping hand.
Thinking of this, Zhou Baopu couldn't help but feel a little confused. The children who grew up with him would more or less have some minor illnesses when they were young, such as headaches and fevers, which would occur every once in a while. But Zhou Baopu was different. The difference with children is that Zhou Baopu never seems to have any physical problems.
Like him, there is Wang Caifeng. Although Wang Caifeng's body is sometimes weak, she has never asked Yao Qian for medicine. Originally, there was nothing strange in Zhou Baopu's view, but now Zhou Baopu looks at these ordinary things. Regarding the past events, I couldn't help but have some enlightenment in my heart.
The reason why Wang Caifeng does not need to take medicine is entirely due to her strength. When the cultivation level reaches a certain level, it is impossible for those common diseases to mortals to destroy the blood refiner's protection, so the blood refiner Generally speaking, people don't get sick, and this is especially true for Wang Caifeng, who is an ordinary blood refiner.
As for Zhou Baopu, although he didn't know why, because Zhou Baopu did not embark on the journey of blood refining when he was a child, Zhou Baopu vaguely seemed to know the reason. He had noticed that his bloodline seemed to be really not simple. , As for why it was not a simple method, although Zhou Baopu did not check it carefully, Zhou Baopu also had a vague guess in his heart.
And now Zhou Baopu has become the direct disciple of Hua Changqing, the master of Jiucai Pavilion, when he first arrived. He believes that even without the help of Wang Caifeng's name as a saint, in this huge city of fantasy, Zhou Baopu will still have his disciple. A place for him, but even so, he still felt empty in his heart.
When a person lives, he should not only live in his own achievements, but more importantly, he should also live with a sense of existence.
Zhou Baopu now has no shortage of achievements, but what he lacks is precisely a sense of existence.
Why do some people return to their hometowns in glory after becoming successful?
Isn't it because you can only feel your presence among people you are familiar with?
Therefore, a higher sense of achievement is based on a sense of existence.
So, what is the sense of presence?
It seems that the three words "sense of presence" are very empty and difficult to understand, but as long as you think about it a little, you can know that the so-called sense of presence is the relationship between people. Of course, this kind of relationship is not ordinary. Of course, interpersonal relationships, including relationships between strangers, are not included.
This kind of relationship includes family relationship, friend relationship, lover relationship, and even enemy relationship.
Among these types of relationships, the enemy relationship brings the strongest sense of existence, and is also the most powerful stepping stone to the sense of achievement, because when one achieves success and fame in front of relatives, friends, and lovers, the most you can get is their recognition, congratulations, and care. , but it’s different when you become famous in front of your enemies.
At this time, the satisfying pleasure and the satisfaction of suppressing the opponent are the greatest happiness in the world and cannot be exchanged for anything.
When Zhou Baopu thought about this, he couldn't help but feel that his life lacked some color, was dull without luster, and was boring without passion.
Although Zhou Baopu and Zhou Baopu have become disciples of Hua Changqing, the master of Jiucai Pavilion, his friends, relatives and enemies seem to be separated from him by a wall. It's not that he doesn't have all the relationships, but he just doesn't compare them enough. Strong, if life should be the dazzling brilliance of midsummer, then Zhou Baopu felt that his life was a bit like the frost and warm sun in late autumn, with varying degrees of hot and cold, and it had not yet reached the state he wanted.
After thinking about it, looking at the passing crowd, Zhou Baopu's heart seemed to be filled with a kind of passion, and then the passion slowly extinguished. He finally decided to get out of this spiritual dilemma and use this noisy popularity to cleanse his own soul.
Holding his Qiankun bag with his hand, Zhou Baopu finally decided that he would sell these pills. This was his original idea, but before, he was planning to ask Wang Er to help him sell them, but now he decided Taking action himself, after all, Zhou Baopu knew clearly that only by being exposed to enough popularity could he make his mind more peaceful.