No one knows what happened between Lu Xiaosan and Chu Yao that day.
All I know is that Lu Xiaosan ran back quickly that day.
Then he and Le Chaotian left the canyon.
Le Chaotian later joked, "So have you ever punched your little Xiangxiang junior sister and then watched her cry for a long time?"
Lu Xiaosan laughed and said it was natural, but she didn't cry. Instead, she liked me very much and gave me a hug.
When Lu Xiaosan said these things, Le Chaotian kept watching the young boy's movements.
As a result, Lu Xiaosan neither covered his butt nor made any other subconscious actions.
Did this kid really not get beaten?
Le Chaotian also found it incredible.
It's just that what this kid Lu Xiaosan said is most likely not to be taken seriously.
But Le Chaotian didn't go to see what happened that day.
The most fascinating thing about some stories is that you never know what will happen.
The more complicated and confusing it is, the more fascinating it is.
When Le Chaotian left the canyon, he did not say hello to Wu Dalong, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others.
Both of them were busy recruiting new disciples, and they did not remember that they left for a while.
Until one day later, Lu Xiaowu found several bloody swords in the Sword Sect, which frightened him so much that he ran around like a frightened duck in the Xiaobai Sword Sect.
Lu Xiaoxiaocai angrily took the swords that were obviously soaked in pig blood and went up to find Lu Xiaosan.
Last time I almost blew up my junior brother's ass, and now I want to scare him into a lunatic.
Okay, okay, Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosan, I think your butt is not ready!
Lu Xiaoxiao was very angry and walked through the mountain road towards the canyon with his sleeves rolled up.
Only then did she see the parting message left by Le Chaotian and Lu Xiaosan at the door of the small building, which was about to be blown away by the wind.
——Master! ! ! The musician uncle and I are going to travel around the world! ! !
Lu Xiaoxiao stood there in a daze for a long time, then raised his hand and took down the piece of paper pinned to the door of the small building with a peach blossom.
There was very little writing on the note.
But for some reason, this thirty-year-old woman kept looking there.
Lu Xiaoxiao finally put down the sword in his hand and did not push open the door of the small building. He walked to the edge of the cliff outside the building with the peach blossom and the note and sat down there.
The emotions on his face kept changing.
Sometimes it's like a sigh of reluctance, and sometimes it's like a joy of relief.
Finally, as if he had figured everything out, Lu Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, put the note in his arms, and planted the peach blossom on the edge of the cliff.
Of course the human world is very big and you can go and see it.
But ah.
Be sure to remember to come back!
Not only Lu Xiaosan, but also Lu Xiaoer, Nan Dao, and Le Chaotian.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the world from afar.
.......
Lu Xiaoer didn't know that Lu Xiaosan had also left Lingnan with Le Chaotian.
He also didn't know that the swords he hid didn't scare Lu Xiaosan, but instead frightened Lu Xiaowu, making Lu Xiaosan the culprit in Lu Xiaoxin's mind.
This little boy is still fighting with the fish in the lake.
When January was about to pass, which was the third day that Lu Xiaoer promised to Nandao, the young boy finally caught a fish in the lake again.
But the way Lu Xiaoer got the fish was very strange.
Lu Xiaoer held his sword in the lake and chased it all the way, and then the fish jumped.
With a crisp sound, it hit the bottom of a leaf-like boat.
Then Lu Xiaoer saw the Taoist Ye Zhuliu stretch out his hand from the edge of the boat and fish out the fish.
Lu Xiaoer hurriedly swam up from the water and stuck his head out beside the boat where Ye Zhuliu was holding the shiny black fishing rod.
"This is my fish!"
Lu Xiaoer said anxiously.
Today is already the third day, and no fish has come to bite me on the butt. Although the master uncle obviously doesn't blame himself, after all, he was boasting about Haikou in the first place.
In the future, if word spreads, everyone will say that Lu Xiaoer is a person who does not follow through on his words.
Ye Zhuliu sat on the bow of the boat and looked up at the sky. Although the sunset was infinitely beautiful, it was only near dusk.
But what did Dusk do wrong?
Ye Zhuliu lowered his head in the dusk, looked at Lu Xiaoer with a soft smile, and said, "Of course it's your fish, I just picked it up for you."
Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief and floated beside the boat. He stretched out his hands to grab the edge of the boat. Then he climbed up exhausted and lay down at the stern of the boat holding the Xiwu Sword.
After a long time, the little boy sat up, looked at the fish lying motionless in the boat, and said a little weirdly: "Is it killed?"
Ye Zhuliu stood on the bow of the boat, looking at his fishing rod, and said without looking back, "I just fainted from the collision."
But even if he was knocked unconscious, it would be an extremely weird thing.
Why did I chase it for three days without catching it, but on the last day, it bumped into Ye Zhuliu's boat and was knocked unconscious?
Ye Zhuliu didn't look back, but as if he knew what Lu Xiaoer was thinking, he just smiled softly.
"Are you doubting its fate?"
Lu Xiaoer sat there wet with his sword in his arms, looking at Ye Zhuliu and thinking, could this also involve fate?
But the young boy held the sword and thought for a long time, then frowned and looked at Ye Zhuliu and said, "Isn't it strange?"
Ye Zhuliu didn't speak for a long time, until the boat floated for some distance in the lake, and the two of them drifted from one cloud at the bottom of the lake to another.
This Taoist from Queyimen lifted up his fishing rod. Of course, the fishing rod that looked very delicate might not yield any harvest.
Ye Zhuliu calmly faced the day without any fish. He put away the fishing rod and put it beside the boat. Then he looked at Lu Xiaoer with a smile and said, "Even this fish doesn't know its fate." , how do you know what its fate is like?"
Lu Xiaoer froze there, of course it was not because he suddenly realized something like an enlightenment.
It just feels weird.
So he sat in the stern of the boat, held his hands and thought for a long time, and then said: "There is a grass growing on the stone by the roadside, and its roots are growing inside the stone. When someone passes by, they will definitely wonder why this grass grows. Why is it like this? This is just a curiosity, and it should have nothing to do with fate."
Ye Zhuliu chuckled softly: "All emotions come from the cognitive differences about its fate. You will feel curious because you feel that its fate should not be like this. If you see a piece of grass, just think about it This is a piece of grass. When you see a fish, you just think that it is a fish, and you don’t care about why it grows on a stone or why it gets knocked unconscious on a boat. This is something that has nothing to do with fate, it is just cognition. instinct."
Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time, and after a long time he murmured: "It seems like it is indeed like this?"
The boat was drifting towards the bamboo forest on the other side. Lu Xiaoer probably didn't even notice that he had actually swam quite far in the lake chasing the fish.
Ye Zhuliu sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the slowly flowing dusk scenery in the world, and said with a smile: "So for you, this matter is actually very simple - you caught a fish, that's all."
The definition of fishing by anglers is naturally broad.
Going out for fishing and taking a sip of lake water can be said to be a rewarding experience, not to mention that Lu Xiaoer actually had a fish.
Lu Xiaoer nodded thoughtfully, and the boat got closer and closer to the bamboo forest, with the shadow of sparse evening clouds hanging in the forest. But the young boy suddenly thought of a question, looked at Ye Zhuliu and said, "Didn't you catch no fish? Why are you here at the bamboo forest again today?"
Ye Zhuliu looked into the depths of the bamboo forest and said softly: "Because I'm waiting for my fate."
Lu Xiaoer didn't know what this meant, but he still said: "Aren't you missing a major skill? Shouldn't you go directly to see your destiny?"
The boat stopped at the edge of the bamboo forest, and the lake near the forest had a green color.
Lu Xiaoer didn't wait for Ye Zhuliu's answer, so he stood up, walked over and picked up his fish, jumped onto the shore, and walked along the path while proudly carrying his sword and fish.
At this time, Ye Zhuliu's voice came from the lake.
"Some fates cannot be seen."
Lu Xiaoer turned around and saw Ye Zhuliu sitting quietly on the bow of the boat, smiling and talking.
"If you saw it, someone would be angry and angry, and fate would not go in this direction."
Lu Xiaoer always felt that this sentence seemed familiar.
He stood at the edge of the bamboo forest and thought for a long time before he remembered. This was Ye Zhuliu's answer more than ten days ago when he asked Ye Zhuliu how long it would take for him and his uncle to leave.
So what was Ye Zhuliu talking about this time?
Last time, did Ye Zhuliu know that everything happened today?
It seems I can never figure out what is missing.
Lu Xiaoer didn't know why, so he sighed and said, "Okay, then I wish senior that all your wishes will come true and all the best."
Ye Zhuliu raised his eyebrows, then smiled softly and said, "Thank you."
Lu Xiaoer turned around and without thinking about anything else, he happily walked towards the clear pool with the fish in hand.
"Senior, I really caught a fish this time!"
This scene also seemed familiar.
However, Xie Chunxue was not on the cliff today, but stood at the pass below the cliff with Nan Dao, holding his sword and leaning on the hanging streams to watch the sunset.
Lu Xiaoer walked over with the fish in his hands a little weirdly, stood behind the two of them and looked around for a long time, and said, "Senior, uncle, what are you doing?"
Xie Chunxue turned around with a smile, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Nothing, I just discussed things like ideal love and peace in life. Did you catch a fish?"
Although Lu Xiaoer felt that this sentence was a bit of a knowing question, he still raised the fish in his hand a little higher and said in a question-and-answer style unique to a serious fisherman: "More than nine kilograms, caught in the lake."
Just after saying that, I felt like something was wrong.
However, Lu Xiaoer was suddenly immersed in the pride of a fish weighing more than nine kilograms, and Lu Xiaoer did not remember what was wrong.
Xie Chunxue looked at the young boy who was holding the fish in front of him very proudly, and laughed softly: "Awesome."
Lu Xiaoer thought to himself that my uncle is from Nandao, so of course I should be good too.
Although he didn't know what the relationship between his uncle's power and his nephew was.
Nan Dao has been watching the dusk in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lu Xiaoer handed the fish in his hand to Xie Chunxue, and then said, "Can we leave now?"
Xie Chunxue looked at the young boy whose clothes were still wet from the lake and said, "Maybe you can stay."
Lu Xiaoer shook his head sincerely.
Although it is indeed quite good here, fishing, making nests, and talking about fate with that Taoist who is missing a certain skill.
But he, Lu Xiaoer, is not someone who enjoys living here but does not miss Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao again and asked, "Uncle Master, should we leave now?"
Nan Dao, who was standing in the dusk under the umbrella at the pass, turned his head, looked at Lu Xiaoer, thought for a while, and said, "Okay."
Lu Xiaoer ran back to the hut by the pool, got his umbrella, and then followed Nan Dao's footsteps.
Of course, I didn’t forget to say goodbye to Xie Chunxue, senior.
Xie Chunxue stood there with a smile, watching the two teenagers go away, and the fish in his hand suddenly woke up.
If it could talk, it would probably be completely at a loss.
Who am I, where am I, and what fate do I face?
Of course, go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of fire, and become delicious fish meat, my dear.
Xie Chunxue looked down at the fish in his hand with a smile.
Then he turned to look at the bamboo forest. Maybe he was not looking at the bamboo forest, but the big lake behind the bamboo forest.
There was a young Taoist on the lake.
...
Lu Xiaoer looked at the spring scenery that finally opened up in front of him, and finally remembered why he felt something was wrong before.
Xie Chunxue used a simple question to make the young boy forget his previous doubts and focus on that fish.
So what on earth were my uncle and senior Xie Chunxue talking about before?
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao under the umbrella and asked this question sincerely.
Nan Dao seemed to have pondered for a long time before he said seriously: "Life, ideals, love, and peace."
"..."
Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
But soon he remembered many things, such as the Taoist Ye Zhuliu, his uncle and the woman on the cliff in the East China Sea, and some of the stories Xie Chunxue told him.
Suddenly his eyes widened and he stopped on the path of Chunfeng Pingchuan.
"So you are talking about love!"
Nan Dao probably didn't expect that Lu Xiaoer could really guess the content of the conversation in the twilight, but he looked at the twelve-year-old boy next to him with some surprise and nodded.
"Yes."
Lu Xiaoer was frightened and respectful.
In the eyes of a twelve-year-old boy, the love mentioned by the sixteen-year-old boy's uncle is naturally sacred and distant.
The young boy stopped there, put the sword in his arms behind his back, then intertwined his fingers, and looked curiously at Nan Dao, who was walking calmly in front of him with his eyes open.
"Uncle Master."
"Um?"
Nan Dao turned around and looked at Lu Xiaoer. The face of the handsome young man was full of longing.
"What is love?"
Nan Dao stopped silently, looking at the colorful flowers on Pingchuan meadow in the distance.
He actually wanted to say, "Sorry, Lu Xiaoer, I can't answer this question because I'm a rookie."
It is impossible to tell him that this is love, that love is infinite.
The sixteen-year-old boy fell into deep thought, and Lu Xiaoer's question brought back the stupid things he did in March last year.
Nan Dao thought for a long time and then said slowly: "It's Huachunzhi, evening wind and cloud, dark fragrant butterfly, and dusk moon."
Nan Dao was very satisfied with his answer.
A sixteen-year-old boy probably can't say anything very profound.
Everything was confused, just like the hazy and distant longing in Lu Xiaoer's eyes.
Lu Xiaoer thought seriously for a long time and said, "These are all good things to hear, but what does they have to do with love?"
Nan Dao suddenly stood there, as if Lu Xiaoer's question had awakened him. He stared blankly at the scene in the distance where the branches were full of spring flowers, the wind was blowing the evening clouds, the butterflies were smelling the fragrance, and the moon was shining at dusk, and then He said with a chuckle.
"Yes, because they are all beautiful things."
...
A quarter of an hour ago.
When Lu Xiaoer was still talking to Ye Zhuliu about vague things like fate.
Xie Chunxue asked Nan Dao a question.
The two-hundred-year-old woman dressed in white and carrying a snow jade sword looked at the young man in front of her sincerely.
"Did you know that the man on the cliff is a thousand years old?"
Nan Dao said softly: "I know."
Xie Chunxue looked at the boy who was only sixteen years old in front of him very strangely.
Nan Dao turned his head, not looking at Xie Chunxue, but just looking at the twilight of the world outside the pass.
"But does it matter?"
Nan Dao was probably a little ashamed of having his thoughts exposed, so he simply broke the pot and threw it away.
"But she just looks good, and I just like her!"
No matter how unspeakable Nandao is about those stupid stories from last year.
But this boy will never forget the moment when he saw the woman in the white dress in the corridor where white magnolia petals were falling when he was fifteen years old.
Xie Chunxue chuckled softly at the side and said, "Yes. Uncle Qiu Shui's daughter is naturally the most beautiful in the world."
For a teenager, this is obviously enough.
Nan Dao had a rare look of boyish pride on his face.
Xie Chunxue didn't ask any more questions, just looked at the dusk in the world with a smile.
She and Qiu Shui, in front of such a young man and such a Taoist, may be like the twilight of the world.
It is a story with long meaning that has passed through the years and slowly settled in the world.
But so what?
Isn’t it beautiful at dusk?
The moon shines at dusk, which is naturally a grand scene in the world.
The two-hundred-year-old woman and the sixteen-year-old boy stood quietly in the pass at the foot of the cliff, waiting for the young boy to come back from fishing.
The conversation was short and clear.
Even Xie Chunxue didn't say anything about her own story.
But those things were clearly explained in the anxious questions asked to the young man.
Naturally, everyone is repeatedly indulged in the contradiction between sobriety and struggle.
Sometimes a boy's simple logic may not be able to give an answer to some complex questions.
Why do we have to be the same old?
Xie Chunxue thought like this with a smile.
