The young boy finally planned to run to the top of the white moon to see what the 'senior sister' was doing. He originally wanted to take Pinecone with him.
As a result, the little demon girl stopped in the White Moon Mirror and saw Taoists walking around in a hurry. She became cautious and followed Ye Zhuliu obediently to the cliff of the Mirror Cliff somewhere. Rested there.
Although Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo said that Taoists walking in a hurry are the best, and they won't care about what you are doing at first sight. It is naturally much better than Taoist priests like Le Chaotian who are walking around doing nothing.
However, Pinecone was still a little hesitant, and finally shook his head and refused.
So after Lu Xiaosan asked where he could go, he happily carried the gourd and Buwen Zhong and stepped on the suspension bridges that looked like thousands of wire meshes in the mirror as he headed upwards.
Of course, the young boy would not just walk all the way calmly. The way up was long and complicated, so Lu Xiaosan would grab a Taoist from time to time and ask him where to go.
Or just run to the drippers and look at the Taoists who are memorizing them seriously.
Lu Xiaosan originally thought that a person who lacked one of the skills should be like that, for example, someone with an immortal spirit, who did not care about worldly affairs, sat under the pine trees, and understood the great path in the quiet world.
As a result, everyone was as busy as the village dogs.
But after the little boy thought about it, it seemed right.
After all, not caring about worldly affairs does not mean leisure, let alone Taoism, which is materialistic and dialectical? .
Just sitting and thinking, naturally cannot be described like this.
Li Queyi's title of Taoist Sage did not come from sitting around. The Taoist from a thousand years ago really traveled around the world with a book.
On the contrary, Sword Master Qing Yi sat out on a high cliff.
So Lu Xiaosan watched for a long time and asked sincerely: "What are you doing?"
The Taoist didn't even glance at Lu Xiaosan. He just stared at the dripping water droplet above him that was getting bigger and fuller. Until the moment it dripped, the Taoist quickly wrote it down in the book in his hand. One horizontal line.
Lu Xiaosan then looked at the booklet in the Taoist's hand.
Some have one horizontal line, some have two horizontal lines, and the entire book is densely packed with only these two things.
This made the young boy confused.
Is this the so-called simplicity?
But it looks a lot like the fortune teller's divination.
After the Taoist finished memorizing it, he glanced at Lu Xiaosan and said very strangely: "Where are you from? Master's new disciple?"
Lu Xiaosan said sincerely: "I am Sword Immortal Lu Xiaosan."
The Taoist oh-ohed twice and said perfunctorily: "Hello, Senior Sword Immortal, I'm just keeping track of time."
After that, he walked towards another cliff path in the distance. The Taoist robe was indeed fluttering, and he was studying the booklet in his hand as he walked.
Lu Xiaosan thought that I was short-sighted and not blind. Of course he knew that this was a trick.
The question is what to remember?
However, Lu Xiaosan didn't really pursue him shamelessly.
After all, they look really busy.
The young boy looked around for a while, and then started walking upward along the cliff paths.
Although the cliffs in the White Moon Mirror are not high and not impressive, there are so many of them that it makes the young boy feel dizzy.
When the little boy gradually reached the top of the White Moon Mirror, the cold skylight coming from the night sea was much dimmer.
Above is a particularly ancient looking drip, and the water in the drips below drips from here.
Lu Xiaosan stood aside and took a look. He originally wanted to cause trouble, but he gave up because he was afraid of being beaten.
These mysterious things are related to fortune telling at first glance. What would happen if I peed in them?
It took Lu Xiaosan a long time to calm down this very tempting and fatal idea.
After the dripping, there is a trail carrying faint light, all the way towards the outside of the White Moon Mirror.
After climbing for a long time, Lu Xiaosan finally felt very comfortable and breathed a sigh of relief, then carried the sword and gourd on his back and headed towards the top of the White Moon.
The moment I walked out, I could feel the cool April sea breeze blowing slowly in the night.
The stars in the sky are bright, like other pieces of moonlight that have been beaten to pieces, spreading finely on the sky.
The little boy raised his head and looked at the sky for a long time, and then looked into the distance. On the floating islands, the white flowers were as cold as some fine waves.
Until finally the young boy's eyes fell on the white moon at his feet.
Glancing around, the young boy made a hey, then lay down and took a sip.
"Bah, bah, bah."
Soon the young boy showed an extremely melancholy expression.
Damn it's all gravel.
The little boy's tooth almost chipped.
Lu Xiaosan thought no one had seen him, but the next moment, he saw a Taoist in his thirties walking up from the surface of the White Moon Mirror with a strange expression.
"What are you doing?"
Lu Xiaosan thought to himself, what else could I do? Could it be that if I swallowed a mouthful of moon sand, my fate was up to me?
"I want to see what the soil is like here."
Lu Xiaosan said without changing his expression.
The Taoist probably believed it, so he looked at Lu Xiaosan and asked, "How is it?"
Lu Xiaosan thought about it seriously and said, "It's a bit salty. Did you step on it and pee?"
The Taoists stepped on it and urinated on it, and then walked around on it, so it became like this.
The Taoist was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "This is in the East China Sea, it must be salty."
Lu Xiaosan said helplessly: "Okay."
However, seeing that this Taoist seemed a little leisurely and elegant, Lu Xiaosan asked sincerely: "Brother, what do you do?"
The Taoist looked at Lu Xiaosan silently for a long time, and then said, "What do you think we do?"
Lu Xiaosan looked at the Taoist who was covered in dust seriously, thought for a moment, and said, "I guess you dig rocks."
"..."
The Taoist looked at the young boy helplessly, then shook his head and smiled.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he thought of, his eyes lit up, he took off the gourd behind him, held it in his hand, looked at the Taoist mysteriously and asked: "I'm not very good at guessing, why don't you guess my gourd?" What’s in it?”
The Taoist raised his eyebrows and looked down at the green gourd in the young boy's hand. He didn't know why it always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
As for the gourd?
The Taoist smiled slightly.
“There are seeds in the gourd.”
"Hahaha, I guessed wrong." Lu Xiaosan smiled proudly. "There's a sword inside."
The Taoist just chuckled and walked away from the young boy.
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, looked at the Taoist's back and said, "What do you mean?"
The Taoist just walked and smiled.
"I think you're wrong. It's either a sword or a seed inside. If not, just open it and let me take a look."
Lu Xiaosan thought for a long time, sighed, and said, "You're right, it's the seeds."
The young man is still raising his sword, so naturally he cannot open the gourd.
So the Taoist at least calculated that the young boy could not open the gourd.
This seems harder than guessing what's inside.
The young boy was convinced and stopped asking his senior brother what he did.
After all, such a question is a bit stupid.
The Taoist walked away quietly. Lu Xiaosan looked there for a while, and then he remembered that he was here to find the senior sister sitting in the moonlight.
So he stood on the White Moon Mirror and looked into the distance, but he finally saw such a figure sitting under the stars at night.
The young boy put the gourd behind his back again and ran to that place.
But when he ran closer, the young boy was instantly disappointed.
That senior sister may not look older than myself, and she has two small hairpins on her head. She must be a little Taoist boy, and she doesn't look too smart.
So on such a night, the young boy understood a truth.
The most beautiful things really come from imagination.
For example, if you don't take a bite, this White Moon Mirror will always be a pastry with a dense texture.
That senior sister is also the fairy in the moon sitting under the clear light of the night moon.
Lu Xiaosan sighed and walked slowly to the little Taoist boy.
"What are you looking at, senior sister?"
Wang Xiaohua, who was walking in a daze, turned her head and looked at Lu Xiaosan blankly, wondering where this young boy came from.
After a long time, the little Taoist boy finally said, "Look at the sea."
This is a very natural answer.
Lu Xiaosan sat down next to Wang Xiaohua and looked in the direction where the little Taoist boy was looking just now. It was indeed just a vast ocean under the starry night.
There may be a few isolated islands in distant places in the sea, but more of them are just a feeling that everything is vast.
The sky is at the edge of the sea, a dome that is dim in color but seems to hide deep beauty. Along the wall of the dome, starlight falls, heading towards the clear sky.
"Are you the Sword Immortal who came here on a gourd?"
As the saying goes, distance creates beauty.
The little boy looked at the little Taoist boy from a distance like a fairy in the moon.
The little Taoist boy looked at the little boy from a distance like a sword fairy in the sky.
But after the two met, they were probably a little disappointed.
Lu Xiaosan didn't expect Lu Xiaoer to be as good-looking as Lu Xiaoer. This young boy even had some dust left from chewing stones on his mouth. The only notable thing is the sword and the green gourd on his back.
It's just that the young boy never gets tired of hearing the words "Sword Immortal", so he said sincerely: "Yes."
Xiao Daotong thought to himself that this person was really shameless, but after all, the visitor was a guest, so Wang Xiaohua did not expose Lu Xiaosan's complacent fantasy.
The two people, who together were not as big as Le Chaotian's shoe size, sat on the top of the White Moon Mirror and stared at the sea and sky for a long time.
"What are you doing here?"
Wang Xiaohua looked at the young boy beside her and suddenly realized that it seemed that she had not seen anyone of her own age for a long time.
Lu Xiaosan thought for a moment and said, "I thought you were the fairy under the moon, so I came here to take a look."
Wang Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, but she became a little shy. She raised her hand and touched the little knot on her head.
However, the little boy continued: "But it seems that I have overthought it. If the junior sister named Chu Yao is sitting here, she will probably be the fairy under the moon. She can also sing and sing."
"..."
It took Wang Xiaohua a long time to figure out some things. For example, when the word 'I thought' was used in certain words, it was no longer the case.
But she still didn't say something like "I thought you were a sword fairy" with the young boy.
Will fairies wear small hairpins?
Maybe it will.
But it won’t be Wang Xiaohua now.
After all, someone wrote about the peach blossom demon with picturesque features and two big black braids.
After listening to the young boy's words, the little Taoist boy thought for a moment and asked, "Who is Chu Yao? His name is so weird, but it still sounds better than mine."
Lu Xiaosan said: "A sword cultivator from the Small Dao Realm. She is quite good-looking, but she always likes to have a cold face. What is your senior sister's name?"
The little Taoist boy sighed and said, "Wang Xiaohua."
Lu Xiaosan took a deep breath.
Then he looked at the little senior sister sitting alone in the white moon with some sympathy.
"My name is Lu Xiaosan."
The two were relatively speechless.
The young boy sighed and continued: "Actually, this name is not bad. Before I joined the Sword Sect, my name was Lu Gouwa."
Wang Xiaohua said sincerely: "Indeed."
Sure enough, good and bad all need to be compared.
A certain swordsman in white said this.
People in the world like to compromise by temperament.
For example, if you say that you want to be named Lu Xiaosan, you will definitely not be happy.
But if you don’t call her Lu Xiaosan, you should call her Lu Gouwa.
So the young boy decided to call him Lu Xiaosan.
Lu Xiaosan felt that this topic was not good at all and made him cry when he talked about it, so he changed the topic.
"Sister, have you started practicing?"
Wang Xiaohua sat there and looked down at the sea under the moon.
"No, they didn't teach me how to practice. They just told me a lot of things that I couldn't quite understand for a while."
Lu Xiaosan then became proud, took the Buwen Zhong from behind his back, and pulled out his sword. There was a vague sense of vitality and sword intent floating on it.
The young boy's vitality came late, but his sword intention did not come slowly.
Because the young boy knew very well why he wanted to hold the sword.
He wants to be a great swordsman.
"See, I've already started practicing."
Wang Xiaohua looked at Lu Xiaosan beside her, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "I probably don't need to practice."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why?"
Wang Xiaohua did not answer, but closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, an extremely ancient and solemn aura came from around her.
Even though there are still two little knots on his head.
At this moment, Lu Xiaosan saw that the little Taoist boy's whole temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes, especially when the young boy's eyes fell on the black marks in the pupils of the little Taoist boy.
The little boy sat there in a daze.
When the pair of black pupils with extremely complicated old marks looked over, the young boy felt in his heart for an instant, as if he was in a state of life and death.
Fortunately, the little Taoist boy probably couldn't maintain such a gaze for a long time, and soon the aura dissipated, and he sat there with a pale face.
"what is that?"
Lu Xiaosan asked in a daze.
"That's God..."
Wang Xiaohua stopped mid-sentence and then changed her words.
"A mysterious technique."
Lu Xiaosan was speechless.
"What can it do?"
Wang Xiaohua sat there quietly and turned her head away. What could it do?
The little Taoist boy looked at Starry Night in silence for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know."
How could Wang Xiaohua not know what it could do?
Bu Suanzi had already told her when they were at Daze.
This is the command of divine magic.
Just what does Si Ming do?
If you don’t see anything, hear nothing, and ask nothing.
Nothing enters the mind.
So what does Si Ming do?
Wang Xiaohua still couldn't figure out such a problem.
Just like the world doesn't understand that people who are missing a door will never tell the world what they can see in the wind, in those hourglasses that last as long as a thousand years, and in all concrete images.
Lu Xiaosan said softly: "It is normal in the world not to understand, and it is also normal not to know."
Wang Xiaohua turned to look at the young boy.
Lu Xiaosan smiled, put the Buwen Bell aside, lay down on the White Moon Mirror, and said, "This is what a senior at Sword Lake said."
This little boy, who had always been very naughty and jumped up and down like a few-month-old puppy, actually calmed down at this time.
"If I had a sword, I wouldn't use it to kill people."
Of course the young boy had a sword, and even many swords, all of which were hidden in the gourd.
"Then what do you do with your sword training?"
Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.
When Lu Xiaosan heard this question, he might have already prepared his answer, so he opened his eyes wide and looked at the stars.
"I can use it as a crutch, and I can use it to play music, just like my uncle does with swords, songs and joy."
A gentleman has no tools.
The same goes for everything.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he was thinking of, he chuckled: "Of course, if possible, I would like to take it to the sky and cut a piece of the moon down."
The mouth of the moon in the young boy's dream makes people forget to leave.
Who wouldn't want to take a bite when they see the moon?
Maybe it's rustic and dense, maybe it's sweet and heart-warming.
So after eating the moon, I wanted to eat the sunset.
The night before sunset looks like a big preserved egg.
Wang Xiaohua tilted her head and thought silently, then she swallowed subconsciously.
As Lu Xiaosan was talking, he seemed to have regained his true nature. He suddenly sat up and said excitedly: "Do you like hot pot? Let's eat hot pot."
Wang Xiaohua was confused by this jumping thought.
"Why do you suddenly want to eat hot pot?"
Lu Xiaosan said seriously: "Think about it, you are sitting on the top of a bright moon falling in the vast sea, sitting with your junior brother in the charming moonlight, with the sky full of stars above your head, and a table of hot air in front of you. Smoking hot pot, isn't this a very happy thing?"
Wang Xiaohua was very moved, but in the end she silently shook her head.
"Don't you like hot pot?"
Wang Xiaohua turned her head and said silently: "I don't like it."
Lu Xiaosan wanted to say something else, but the little Taoist boy began to chase away the guests ruthlessly.
"Go away and don't come here again."
The sound was as decisive as the farewell between some lovers who had once sworn to each other.
Lu Xiaosan tilted his head and looked at Wang Xiaohua for a long time. Although he didn't quite understand, he still picked up his sword, stood up, and walked in the direction he came from.
So the young boy left the White Moon Peak in confusion.
Only the little Taoist boy sat there melancholy.
How could anyone not like hot pot?
It's just that today I'm attracted to hot pot, tomorrow I'll be attracted to the moon, and maybe one day I'll be attracted to that little boy.
Then he began to miss the world.
The little Taoist boy seemed to suddenly understand in an instant why people on such a high cliff in the East China Sea would never get involved in worldly affairs.
Maybe many things are like this.
More than high cliffs, more than gods and ghosts.
Tranquility is the righteousness of the world.
