Yet he didn’t die. Thinking about it now, he felt embarrassed about his action then. Afterwards, he naturally returned to his old ways — living according to those rules again. Of course, he didn’t accept Tang Thirty Six’s suggestion, after all, how much was because drinking wine was unhealthy and how much was not being able to face the problem. He didn’t know the answer himself.
He retreated to his own little building.
He lied on the bed and looked at the sky that was gradually turning blue, looked at the stars that was gradually turning dark, looked at the starry forest and realized that he actually couldn’t fall asleep.
He rarely had insomnia, so he felt a bit blank. He didn’t know what he should do if he couldn’t fall asleep. Should he open or close eyes? Should he think about other matters? Or should he not think of anything and simply count sheep?
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep………….
Among the white sheep filling the hill, a black goat suddenly appeared.
He remembered the black goat that carried him to the Wei Yang Palace in the big royal palace, remembered the black dragon that let him leave and felt that what happened tonight was too strange. He didn’t recall the middle aged woman who was almost injured by the flower pot.
Then he remembered Qi Jian and Gou Han Shi. He didn’t feel proud, only respect.
He truly respected the disciples of the Li Mountain Sword Sect, especially Gou Han Shi.
Gou Han Shi read all the Scrolls of Way, and he also had a high level of xiuxing. How come I don’t? Chen Chang Sheng thought.
Like what Tang Thirty Six said, in the Great Trial, what would I do?
He opened up his eyes.
Soft and light starlight slipped through the window and fell on his hand.
He turned over his hand and then turned it over again. Watching the starlights fall on it and then gradually disappear, he sighed helplessly.
Outside the window, a bird tweeted.
This made him remember the white crane that returned from the South.
It made him feel much calmer.
So he gradually fell asleep.