Lu Xiaoer couldn't understand what that meant.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't understand the person from Heavenly Hell who suddenly appeared and left in a hurry.
Of course, some things exist as misty as clouds and cliffs.
You Chunshan still didn't understand where this Taoist came from, which meant that he needed to continue carrying this Taoist north.
So he bought a lot of multigrain cakes and ate them, which made him strong.
When I came back, I found that the two of them seemed a little silent, sitting there very melancholy.
You Chunshan originally wanted to ask what happened, but when he turned around and saw the Taoist, You Chunshan forgot about those things.
The Taoist was still as motionless as a dead fish on the shore, even limp.
It may also have the fishy smell of dead fish.
Although it doesn't actually smell like this, it was because of my preconceived impression from yesterday.
You Chunshan sometimes feels like he has picked up a fish and walked away from it in the stream.
So I sat there looking a little melancholy for a while.
The three of them rested for a while at Youchun Mountain, and then set off again, heading forward.
The two teenagers didn't know what was ahead. They just felt that people from the south were coming, so they hurried north.
But they didn’t know that Ximen probably didn’t have the heart to deal with their affairs.
Troubled times in the South.
One wave comes after another.
From things about witches and ghosts, to things about monsters in the world, to things about people.
Those waves became more and more violent every time, so that the young man from Heavenly Prison no longer had the mind to care about the boy from Donghai.
As for You Chunshan, he has a headache. Do he really want to go all the way north and question everyone in the Taoist sect?
So what if they see that I am so kind and kind and want to accept me as a Taoist priest? What should they do?
The three of them walked on the vast but lonely land of the East China Sea with their own worries.
...
When March passed, You Chunshan met an old man from the north in a village at the foot of a mountain in the East China Sea in the last dusk of spring.
The old man told them sincerely.
This is the person of Qingtian Dao.
Before Qingtian Dao fell apart, they wore such clothes.
So the three of them coincidentally added one hundred years to the young Taoist's twenty-something years old at dusk - although Taoist people do not transform into demons, there are still a very small number of demon cultivators. exist.
But Lu Xiaoer was curious as to why such a Taoist who had lived for more than a hundred years could not see any demonic power.
You Chunshan bravely guessed that maybe it was because the charm of the Great Dao was too strong and overshadowed the existence of those demonic powers.
As for Nan Dao, he didn't say anything. He just stared at the slowly healing sword wound on Taoist heart in silence for a long time.
So some people who were originally young, because they wore some clothes from the past, turned into helpless old Taoists in the spring dusk.
It's simply even more miserable than this area called the East China Sea.
The three of them probably really planned to go to Qingtian Road.
You Chunshan didn't complain anymore, he just fed himself well, then carried the Taoist on his back and walked around the world.
This young unlucky man is from Qingjiao City.
Although I am not from the city, I am from the countryside.
But when the three of them entered the plain city, You Chunshan sincerely took the two teenagers into the city.
This city in the East China Sea Plain, whose city wall was cut off by sword intent, is naturally far less lively than the original Nanyi City, but it's probably hard for the world to tell where it is more lively now.
After all, Nanyi City, where the blood-dropping heads hung like lanterns in the world, and Qingjiao City, where the remnants of sword intent were still left everywhere, can only be said to be the same thing.
You Chunshan is going to buy a shovel.
Although they didn't know why he wanted to buy a shovel, they didn't want to get tired of carrying it and plan to dig a hole and bury the Taoist.
However, in order to make it easier for the young man to go shopping, Lu Xiaoer had no choice but to help the Taoist over.
The Taoist who had knocked over a fish hot pot looked much better now, not as pale as a dead fish when he first picked it up.
Otherwise, You Chunshan would not have carried him into the city.
Two teenagers and an unconscious Taoist priest were waiting on the street.
You Chunshan really bought a shovel and came back.
Lu Xiaoer looked at him with a strange expression for a long time, and then suddenly asked.
"You don't really want to dig a hole and bury him, do you?"
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Of course not. When I pass by my house, I plan to dig around to see if I can find the money I lost."
".....Where is your home?"
"In a town near Qingjiao, it was knocked down by the sword light from the sky, collapsed and buried."
You Chunshan said it very plainly.
Lu Xiaoer did not continue to ask.
The three of them bought some food from a street vendor.
You Chunshan seemed to suddenly remember something, and walked towards a certain place in the city with the Taoist on his back.
It wasn't until he stopped in an alley in the west of the city that the young man stopped at the entrance of the alley. He squinted his eyes and counted carefully. When he reached the unknown yard, You Chunshan stopped what he was doing. , looked at the courtyard door quietly for a long time, then turned his head and smiled softly, and said to the two teenagers: "That's the family where my childhood sweetheart married."
Only then did Lu Xiaoer understand why You Chunshan suddenly came here.
He vaguely remembered that when this unfortunate guy was in the small town under the cliff, he told himself that his childhood sweetheart ran away.
The young boy looked at it in amazement.
Of course, he was not looking at the courtyard, but at You Chunshan.
"Why don't you look sad at all?"
You Chunshan said sincerely: "Can I call you senior brother?"
Lu Xiaoer became even more sincere: "No!"
You Chunshan smiled and said, "You don't even want me to call you senior brother. Why should I be sad if she married someone else?"
"Didn't you talk about this for a long time?"
"What I am nagging about is my misfortune, not hers."
People who fall on the ground can probably be more open-minded.
I just don’t know if I have ever cried like a Dalmatian like Zhang Xiaoyu.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly put the Xiwu Sword into You Chunshan's hand, took his wooden sword over, snatched the Taoist from behind him, and then pushed it to the side of Nan Dao. .
Before You Chunshan could realize what was going on, he saw a woman walking out of the alley carrying a basket.
The young boy naturally has sharp eyes and quick reactions.
After the young man under the umbrella was silent, he also cooperated with his sword to maintain the figure of the Taoist, as if he was talking to him.
As for the young boy with delicate features, he held the wooden sword and asked loudly and sincerely.
"Uncle Master, why don't you leave?"
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, and then before the woman in the alley turned around, she held the unusual sword in her hand.
Then he said softly: "Because I saw an old friend."
...
In fact, everyone has the idea of thirty years to the west of the river and thirty years to the east of the river.
Even if young people are poor, young people are poor, and old people are poor.
When I meet someone I have missed, or when I fantasize about meeting her, I always have some very secondary fantasies.
...
"The East China Sea Tianya Sword Sect has been gone for some years."
You Chunshan was holding his sword very coolly, standing at the entrance of the alley from a distance, smiling and talking to the sweetheart in the sea, his childhood sweetheart who was already married to another man.
The woman looked up at the young man with great relief.
"That's good. But you still don't seem to be gaining weight."
You Chunshan was silent for a while and said: "Practice is always a bit hard."
The two of them talked about many things in detail there.
Lu Xiaoer was holding his wooden sword and looking around.
The young boy is still studying devoutly what love is.
Then he remembered what the woman from the Human Sword Sect named Xie Chunxue said on the bamboo forest cliff.
What's it called - what would I do if this was something, but what if this was love?
Lu Xiaoer couldn't remember clearly.
But with the young swordsman's eyesight, he could still see that You Chunshan's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
So probably that actually refers to something called being overwhelmed.
"That's my nephew and a junior brother. Jian Zong asked us to escort a Taoist man to the north. We passed by here and wanted to see if you were there."
You Chunshan said very calmly.
The woman chuckled and said, "Of course I'm here. It's you. You've become the kind of person who flies in the sky. It's probably hard to see you floating around in the future."
You Chunshan fell silent, turned to look out of the alley, and then said softly: "Actually, there are no heavenly beings, everyone walks on the ground. But it is true that it will be difficult to see them again in the future."
The woman didn't say anything, but kept nodding her head, as if she was agreeing with something, or just nodding subconsciously in a daze, so she looked back at the two teenagers in the alley.
"Why is your nephew using a wooden sword?"
You Chunshan looked back at Lu Xiaoer and smiled softly.
"He is so stupid. Even after being taught for so long, he still can't learn to use a sword, so he is always asked to carry a wooden sword."
Lu Xiaoer: "..."
Although he knew that You Chunshan was probably talking about himself, Lu Xiaoer was still a little unhappy.
After all, he, Lu Xiaoer, can be considered a little genius.
The two talked there for a long time.
You Chunshan said goodbye to her very freely.
He is going to dig for his own money, while the woman is going to buy groceries.
So the two parted at the alley.
You Chunshan stood at the entrance of the alley, holding up his sword and waving his hands, as if it was the woman who was going away.
...
When You Chunshan returned the sword to Lu Xiaoer, his back was already wet.
The young boy looked at him suspiciously.
"Are you so stressed?"
You Chunshan was silent, probably still immersed in the story. He carried the Taoist on his back out of the alley and walked on the street for a while without saying anything.
After a long time, You Chunshan let out a long sigh.
Just when Lu Xiaoer thought he was going to say something long and emotional, the young man just walked forward firmly with the Taoist on his back.
"Go dig my money."
"..."
.....
You Chunshan led the two of them out of the city, and then followed a road outside the city toward a town in the distance.
The young man kept silent about what happened in the alley. He just brought his wooden sword and pointed them in the direction.
"It was right there. I was still sleeping that day, thinking about where to get some money. God, oh, no, the house suddenly collapsed. I ran out in a daze, forgetting to bring it with me. My money jar."
You Chunshan was like a general who had returned home in glory. In the evening, he used the wooden sword in his hand as the blade to charge. He stood on a small mound in the dusk and pointed at the place where a lot of collapses had occurred. town of houses.
The fall of the sword light is naturally irrational and irregular.
When two people like that are fighting in the world with a relentless attitude, no one knows where the sword intent will fall like sparks flying when forging iron.
Of course, there may still be traces to follow.
It's just like the escape trajectory and pattern of Queyi particles that Queyimen has been looking for.
The sword light falling towards the world like brilliant starlight also resembles many unpredictable fates.
You Chunshan is the extremely unlucky and extremely lucky kind.
After all, some people still have money, but people are gone.
Just like Lu Xiaoer once said.
No one knows whether this is extreme bad luck or extreme luck.
After all, a person who is truly punished by God should indeed die at birth before he can be called a person punished by God.
You Chunshan walked on the path, passed through the forest, and led the two of them to the slope outside the town.
His house that was knocked down by the sword light was on the edge of the town.
The young man stopped in front of the ruins, put the Taoist down, and looked sadly at his house and the bleak town.
"I sometimes wonder, the world is so big and the East China Sea is so big, why did that sword light fall in our town? The town next door was safe and sound, and nothing happened."
Hearing such a sentence, Lu Xiaoer didn't know how to answer.
On the other hand, Nan Dao, who had rarely spoken during the whole journey, stood under the umbrella with his sword on his back and said softly: "It's just a coincidence."
Of course, everything in the world can be described as just a coincidence.
For example, why do I have to hold this umbrella for the rest of my life?
It was probably just a coincidence.
It doesn’t have to be Nan Dao holding the umbrella.
It is only the people holding umbrellas who become the South Island.
You Chunshan stood there thoughtfully for a while, then put aside those messy thoughts, took the shovel and walked through the rubble, heading towards the ruins where there were indeed traces of rummaging. Then he bent down and worked very hard shoveling the bricks and tiles that were in a mess after the spring rain.
Lu Xiaoer watched there for a while, then walked over with his Xiwu Sword to help dig.
You Chunshan looked back at the young boy and sighed.
"Who is that?"
The handsome boy looked at him with a strange expression.
"?"
You Chunshan smiled and said: "You always make me feel like we are looking for horse manure with a hoe made of gold."
Lu Xiaoer glanced at the Xiwu Sword in his hand and felt very calm.
"That's my gold, too, and your horse manure."
"..."
You Chunshan didn't say anything else, he just lowered his head and looked at the two teenagers sincerely.
"When I find my savings, I'll treat you to hot pot."
You Chunshan knew that these two teenagers were influenced by someone and liked hot pot very much.
And some people probably do want to eat hot pot.
What's more, Lu Xiaoer has generously saved You Chunshan from starving for a long time. You Chunshan naturally thought that he had found his own money, so he invited the two of them to eat hot pot.
"Go back to Qingjiao to eat?"
You Chunshan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "Forget it then."
This was probably the first time the young man made a relevant response to that incident after leaving the alley.
"It's enough to do the Hexi thing once in thirty years. If you do it more often, you'll get addicted and it will naturally get worse."
You Chunshan lowered his head and smiled mockingly.
"After all, I am really poor when I am young, poor when I am young, and poor when I am old."
"Don't you still have your own house?"
"My parents left it to me."
"Oh, what about your parents?"
"Don't ask about the unfortunate person."
"..."
Nan Dao was sitting next to the Taoist cultivating. This young man must have become really diligent.
When You Chunshan stood upright to take a rest, he looked at the young man under the umbrella and asked sincerely: "Uncle, have you always worked so hard?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "That's not true, but I probably discovered later that if I didn't work harder, the town next to you might be flooded with sword light, so I became diligent."
You Chunshan naturally didn't understand. He just looked at the young man enviously, then lowered his head and shoveled a shovel into the rubble mixed with soil. Then the young man was stunned for a moment.
Even Lu Xiaoer on the side looked over.
You Chunshan then picked up all the shovelfuls of rubble.
Below is a tattered jar containing money.
"What the hell."
You Chunshan looked shocked.
Lu Xiaoer looked at him and asked, "What the hell?"
"I clearly dug through it before going to Jian Cliff. Why didn't I see it right here?"
You Chunshan said in confusion as he shoveled out the jar bit by bit.
Lu Xiaoer leaned over and looked at some copper plates and broken silver inside the jar.
"I don't see that your family fortune is quite rich. You can at least buy two swords."
You Chunshan said sincerely: "After all, I always have to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. I am not so unlucky all the time."
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "So do we really have hot pot?"
You Chunshan asked in confusion: "Why do you ask that?"
"Because now you actually have a pot of money."
You Chunshan was speechless.
I have to admit that what the little boy said makes sense.
Before he found the jar of money, You Chunshan was unambiguous when talking about eating hot pot.
But when he finally found his money jar, he felt a lot of reluctance at that moment.
Just when he looked at the young boy and the boy under the umbrella, the young man said sincerely, loudly and extremely boldly: "Leave now!"
So leave now.
