Almost at the moment when Ning Fan prevented the ancestor Qu Ping from jumping into the river, the two Dao thoughts that were originally clashing between heaven and earth ended their collision.

The winner was determined.

Ning Fan wins.

But it was only considered a victory.

This Dao Nian battle is by no means limited to the current round. A temporary lead cannot determine whether Ning Fan will win in the end.

"Little baby, why are you stopping me?" Patriarch Qu Ping asked in surprise.

He himself didn't seem to realize that he had inadvertently released boundless Dao thoughts, and he didn't even know that Ning Fan was having a Dao thought war with him.

Nothing came to mind.

Everything happens in an unconscious state.

"How can he be so tyrannical if he only releases his Dao thoughts unconsciously? If this person is conscious and his Dao heart is not dead, what kind of posture will he be in..." Ning Fan suppressed the solemn feeling in his heart.

Since the other party did not think of him as his opponent at this time, he would not take the initiative to reveal his identity.

He bowed his hands politely, as if he was really just an ordinary fishing boy, and asked, "Aren't you a doctor from Sanlu? Why do you want to seek death here?"

Apparently, Ning Fan heard passers-by's comments about Patriarch Qu Ping and knew the identity of this person as Doctor Sanlu.

This sentence is just a common question.

However, this sentence made Patriarch Qu Ping even more confused, and he felt as if he was in another world.

It was as if the same scene had happened a long time ago, and someone had asked similar questions when he threw himself into the river to think.

[Zifei Sanlu, a doctor? Why is this so important?]

Strange things.

"My child, you are still young and do not understand how difficult the world is. There is a kind of pain that is more torturous than death, and that is that the whole world is turbid and I am alone pure, and everyone is drunk and I am alone awake..."

Ning Fan frowned slightly.

He thought he had defeated the other party's desire to throw himself into the river, but it turned out that he still had the will to die in his words.

His previous victory did not leave any cracks in Patriarch Qu Ping's Taoist heart, and did not even make this man's Taoist heart waver in the slightest.

"What is drunk? What is awake?" Ning Fan was silent for a while and suddenly asked.

Qu Ping was startled and looked at Ning Fan carefully, as if he was curious about why Ning Fan asked this question.

Seeing that Ning Fan's face was serious and he didn't seem to be asking random questions, Qu Ping was surprised and had a rare conversation, "In ancient times, there was Lin'er, named Xiang Lu, who could become a saint's teacher at the age of seven. Now it seems that you

It seems that he is not an ordinary child. I am afraid that he wants to argue with me by asking this question. In that case, I will just chat with you and then go to seek death."

"You asked me what does it mean to be drunk? What does it mean to wake up? This question reminds me of some past events."

"When I was young and traveling to study, I once passed by Yunmengze and met a god. At that time, the god was drinking wine in the clouds, and the sun and the moon were shining together. I was delighted to see the god, so I went up to seek knowledge and asked, what is this god?

But he didn't say much to me, he just descended from the clouds, came with wine in hand, pointed at the wine in the cup, replied, 'All living beings are drunk and dream of death,' and then drifted away."

"I didn't understand it at that time, but now, I vaguely understand it. Drunkness is life, and dreaming is death. There are people in the underworld, living in the endless and distant dream world, and they will never die.

Life; and there are countless immortal gods in the real world who live forever, but live in drunkenness throughout their lives and never really wake up... Some can't wake up, and some just go with the flow and don't want to wake up. My answer

, may it satisfy you?”

Qu Ping replied.

His expression revealed infinite reminiscence, as if he was recalling the scenes of his encounter with the god that day.

"Not satisfied." Ning Fan shook his head.

"Why?"

"Because this is the answer of the god in the clouds, not yours. Since you assert that you are awake and all living beings are intoxicated, you must have your own judgment."

"Haha, he is a clever little guy, but he cannot be dealt with in a few words." Qu Ping smiled bitterly.

It seems that today, I have to spend some time with this kid.

"Little brother, have you ever seen a drunk person? The more drunk the person is, the more he says he is not drunk, then he is really drunk. There are also some people who are clearly awake but pretend to be drunk for various reasons, making it difficult to tell.

.People are unpredictable. Who is really drunk and who is fake? How can you tell with just one pair of eyes? Please forgive me for my previous remarks.

I'm lying. I said that I am awake and all living beings are drunk. It's probably just my drunken words. As for being awake, I don't know what being awake is, and I don't know who is really awake. It's even difficult for me to judge whether I'm awake or drunk. Maybe I'm not.

Only by dying once can you understand the truth... Do you feel satisfied with this answer?"

"Alright."

"Is it just acceptable? My little brother's requirements are really strict." Qu Ping smiled casually and didn't take it seriously.

"Because these are specious, but they are still not your inner thoughts." Ning Fan can communicate with all things, and can roughly hear whether a person is speaking his or her inner thoughts.

"Oh? My little friend seems to know me very well. According to my little friend, what is my innermost thoughts?" Qu Ping was greatly surprised. This time, he really regarded the child in front of him as his equal.

"You don't know that all living beings are drunk and I am alone awake. You just believe it. After all, this is a world that can exist if you believe it!" Ning Fan's words were like thunder, exploding in Qu Ping's heart.

His eyes were shocked. This was the first time in his life that someone had directly penetrated his heart!

"Huh? If you take a closer look, you seem to look familiar, have we met somewhere..." Qu Ping asked puzzledly.

"Maybe." Naturally, Ning Fan would not take the initiative to say that I am your opponent in the battle of Dao Nian.

Then he asked again, "What is clear? What is turbid?"

"There are clouds in Taoism. The pure ones rise and the turbid ones sink. This sky is pure and this earth is turbid." Qu Ping replied.

"This is not what you really think." Ning Fan shook his head.

"But this is what the world thinks. If the whole world thinks like this, what's the use of my thoughts alone?" Qu Ping asked rhetorically.

"If you have different Taoism, do you want to seek death?" Ning Fan.

"If you don't follow the path, it's better to die!" Qu Ping.

"Oh? What you said seems to be paranoid. So that's it. What my fellow Taoist cultivates is to hold on to the Tao!" Ning Fan seemed to have confirmed something after some testing.

But it turned out that the Patriarch Qu Ping in front of him was also a cultivator and a paranoid man who would rather be straight than bend.

"If you are not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of life?" This was to persuade Qu Ping to give up his desire to die.

"My little friend, do you want to discuss with me who is better and who is worse in life and death? If so, I'm afraid the topic will go too far, so we'd better continue talking about the clear and the dirty." Qu Ping said with a smile.

This smile really comes from my heart, I am happy to have met a true Taoist friend.

"I would like to hear some high-level opinions." Ning Fan nodded and stopped talking about life and death.

The rain in the sky is getting heavier.

The two returned to the shore, braved the heavy rain, and sat on the ground, as if they were sitting and talking.

"Since Taoist friends want to hear my point of view, let me explain it. What is clear and what is turbid? Isn't the answer written on it from the beginning? Whether it is clear or turbid, everything mentioned is water.

.This water is clear, and this water is also turbid." Speaking of this, Qu Ping pointed to the Miluo River.

"When the wind and waves in this river are calm, the water is clear; when the wind and waves rise and the sand rolls, it turns into muddy water. The water can be extremely clear or extremely turbid, and the same is true for the Tao."

"Water has two sides, clear and turbid, and Tao also has two sides, clear and turbid. This sky can be heaven, but if heaven and earth are reversed, the so-called sky will become earth."

"The rise of the pure does not rise because of purity, but because it rises to the Queen of Heaven before it can become pure. Please forgive me for my previous lies. I said that the world is muddy, but I am alone in purity. The truth may be exactly the opposite. In the eyes of the world,

Maybe we are the only ones who practice cultivation and are the filth in the world! Hahaha!"

"What is pure!"

"Those who are clean will be clean themselves!"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Qu Ping, however, kept laughing in the heavy rain, as if he was crazy, making everyone in the hut sigh.

"It seems that Dr. Sanlu is really crazy..."

"I haven't asked my fellow Taoist for your opinion yet! What do you think is pure and what is turbid?" Qu Ping smiled and then turned to ask Ning Fan.

"I have already stated my point of view. Could it be that fellow Taoist people have forgotten that this is a world that can only exist if one believes in it." Ning Fan said with a smile.

"Hahaha! This is a great kindness! It should come to light!" Qu Ping became even more happy, looking at the children in front of him with sympathetic eyes.

It's not children looking at it either.

It's the soul hidden under the body of a child.

Is this the ancient great cultivator Zhao Jian who is famous in the north? What a great person!

But it turned out that after a conversation, Qu Ping had remembered everything. Even Ning Fan also remembered everything during this confrontation.

This was originally a battle of Taoism, where life and death had to be decided, but at the moment, neither Qu Ping nor Ning Fan wanted to fight anymore.

An old man and a fishing boy were sitting by the river, talking in the rain, and they were in an indescribable harmony.

"Do you have any wine?" Qu Ping asked Ning Fan.

"During the Dao Nian War, you cannot bring drinks." Ning Fan said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's easy." Qu Ping stood up, walked towards the hay shed not far away, and asked a few men in the hay shed.
To be continued...