Long Tao is a martial artist and has extremely keen ears. He immediately jumped up, bowed and made an "inverted beacon" gesture with his backhand, and firmly grasped the halberd that was coming towards him!
"Who is it!" He immediately turned around, turned around with the halberd in his hand, and shouted fearlessly.
He was ready for the battle, blood and skill quickly came back to his mind again. However, no menacing killer or other hidden weapon appeared in front of him. Instead, a mysterious old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat slowly emerged from behind the bamboo forest.
Unable to see clearly the face of the visitor, Long Tao did not dare to take it lightly and still looked at him with vigilant eyes.
The old man walked close to the pavilion and stopped. After a pause, he suddenly stretched out his calloused hands and clapped his hands.
"It's true that a hero comes from a boy."
The old voice came out from under the bamboo hat, like a dry branch, decayed and weak.
"Who are you and how did you come here?" Long Tao asked loudly, his voice echoing among the mottled bamboo shadows like the dazzling moonlight.
"The bright moon over the flowing spring and the bamboo shadows on the green mountain are things without owners. If I unintentionally disturbed the children's interest, please don't be offended." The old man still wrapped his face tightly with his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and walked slowly to the steps of the pavilion. sat down.
Long Tao saw that he not only had no intention of leaving, but also sat down naturally, which made him very angry.
He held the halberd that had just flown over, walked up to the old man while suppressing his anger, and slammed it to the ground with a bang: "Then can you explain why you made a sudden attack just now?"
The old man turned his head, glanced at the halberd on the ground with his eyes hidden under the bamboo hat, and said slowly: "I heard that you are a master of the sect in front of the mountain, so I wanted to broaden my horizons. Such a sneak attack is not possible. It would be a threat to you."
Long Taoyue felt that this old man was unreasonable. But since he had no intention of taking action again, Long Tao didn't bother to care anymore. The emotion just now gradually returned, and his mood became depressed again.
The two of them sat quietly in the pavilion without saying anything to each other. The moon rises to the top of the mountain, and the silver glow spreads over the mountains and fields, bright and beautiful.
After being silent for a while, the old man spoke again:
"Master Dragon Halberd, you seem to be troubled."
Long Tao said in annoyance: "Don't call me Dragon Halberd Master, I... don't deserve it. My name is Long Tao."
"Really..." The old man turned sideways and got closer to Long Tao, "With your skills like that, why don't you deserve to be called a master?"
Long Tao exhaled heavily in displeasure. He gritted his teeth and blamed himself: "The sect is in trouble, but we can't do anything to help. What's the use of such an expert?"
"Your sect is in trouble." The old man nodded slowly.
There was no response. Long Tao watched the spring water pouring in front of him, but his heart was as messy as a ball of thread.
"At times like this, the more you need to recognize your own value." Suddenly, the old man began to persuade again, "You have your own value and meaning to your sect. This power is unique."
"But what's the use?" Long Tao couldn't help it and cried out depressedly, "The leader and the others are in a dilemma now. The whole sect is worried, but I can't do anything... I originally wanted to use this time The Golden Jib Feng Jian brings glory to the sect, but if something like this happens... whether the Golden Jib Feng Jian will be held or not is a question!"
"I'm so useless... I shouldn't be like this." As he spoke, his suppressed emotions were gradually released, and his voice became softer again.
The old man listened to his words as quietly as a rock.
"You think so too." Long Tao turned around and looked at the old man, "If something like this happened, I could only hide in a place like this. I'm just... like a coward."
"...No. Your current confusion is not incomprehensible."
After a long time, the old man spoke: "The path you choose is also your life. However, many things in this world are not so simple and allow you to make an immediate decision."
"I understand this now..." Long Tao's eyes were red, "But, I understand, is it too late?"
"Disaster is the inevitable path of growth in life. This sect's disaster has made you understand this. Your life is still very long. It's not too late to understand now."
The old man spoke earnestly, stroking the wooden pole of the halberd on the ground with his rough hands: "Your value is the hope of the dragon halberd. Just like a jungle after a fire, the new seeds will inherit the nutrients of the past and continue to grow as a jungle. Go down."
"If you just blame yourself when there is a fire and have no power to stop it, then the burden on this seed will be too heavy and it will never be able to break through into a tree. Only if it can see its position clearly, this jungle will not be destroyed by a fire. , but it continues to reproduce through the generations and usher in every new life.”
Long Tao sat blankly, thinking about what the old man said. The forest leaves were rustling in the wind, but at this moment, it was like a completely silent world in Long Tao's ears.
"Now that you understand it, you should gradually understand it." The old man stood up and patted the dust on his coir raincoat. "You can go back. Have a good sleep today and don't think about anything. I will come to this place again tomorrow evening to look for you. you."
After saying that, the old man didn't say goodbye to him. He grabbed the halberd on the ground and used it as a crutch. He slowly left the small pavilion step by step.
Long Tao was still deep in thought. When he heard the old man staggering away, he suddenly woke up from a dream and raised his head to look for the old man.
"What does it mean……"
He looked across the bamboo forest and murmured to himself as if dreaming. He seemed to have an epiphany in his heart, but it was still very complicated.
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