The young boy Lu Xiaosan, who left his uncle alone and rode a gourd with his little pine cone to eat hot pot in Qingjiao City, East China Sea, managed to hold himself up until the sword fairy's gourd could no longer carry it.
Song Guo looked helplessly at Lu Xiaosan who was walking in front, dragging a gourd and supporting the wall.
Because this bullshit gourd fell down as soon as it took off, causing Lu Xiaosan to lose face after bragging about it in the restaurant.
The young boy was so angry that he dragged the gourd around on the ground.
Grass is firefly, grass is firefly, you old dog has made me lose face in front of the world.
Lu Xiaosan always felt that the sound of the onlookers laughing was still noisy in his mind.
At that time, the young boy was full of wine and food. He stood by the window and looked at the sword lights that were flying across the sky for unknown reasons. This young boy, who had just seen the mountains, patted the window with emotion and sighed - The Great Sword Xiu Dang If so.
So people who were also eating hot pot there looked at the young boy and taunted him mercilessly, saying that he didn't even have a sword, but he was still a master of a big sword.
Of course Lu Xiaosan has a sword, and he is also an extremely good sword in the world.
It's just that sometimes it's too troublesome to carry it, and since he is the one who has to keep the sword, he always holds the sword, so naturally he can't achieve the unexpected effect, so Lu Xiaosan threw Bu Wen Zhong into it too. Hu Luli.
Therefore, the young boy who was well-fed and full of wine and spirit was naturally unhappy when he heard such words.
I wanted to take out my sword, but the young boy was very embarrassed to find that the time spent raising the sword by the young boy was still too short. The gourd plug seemed to have taken root and could not be opened even if it was beaten to death. Now he is happy. Since he is not here, the young boy cannot show off to the world that he has a good sword.
But as the saying goes, when the east is not bright, the west is bright. After the setting sun...
Ahem.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know where his random thoughts went.
However, the situation of being ridiculed still needs to be recovered.
Then the young boy thought of his precious gourd, and sighed at his mastery of the great sword. He immediately took the gourd from behind and said with a sneer.
It's hard to find a three-legged toad, and there are plenty of two-legged sword practitioners, but have you ever seen the sword technique of riding a gourd with one move?
Before the man could realize what the hell Lu Xiaosan was talking about, the young boy jumped up to the window, took off the gourd from his back, laughed three times, raised his voice and said, ride on the wind with your sword, Eliminate demons between heaven and earth. Even if I drink a thousand cups of wine, I am the only one who can survive, Lu Xiaosan!
The man had a bad idea. He thought he was a young boy and wanted to tease him, but he ended up meeting a fool.
But before he could put down the chopsticks that were scalding coriander in the pot, he went to pull Lu Xiaosan off.
This young boy, who had lost all his skills after drinking some wine, had already thrown the gourd in his hand out of the window, and then jumped over.
It's just that the gourd, which was very effective in the past, just doesn't work today.
The young boy fell down with the gourd.
Fortunately, there was a Donghai Sword Cultivator nearby who caught Lu Xiaosan, otherwise the young boy who got drunk would probably have broken bones and muscles for a hundred days even if he had already seen the mountain.
Lu Xiaosan left in a panic.
It wasn't until he hid in an alley that he finally stopped.
When Song Guo arrived, Lu Xiaosan was holding the rope and dragging the gourd around on the ground like a dog.
The wine and sword inside were sloshing around and I kept thinking about it.
This picture, for some reason, always makes Song Guo feel like Lu Xiaosan is a rag-picker.
The little boy stopped in the alley melancholy, and looked back at the man who was rolling the gourd. He didn't see it at first, and he wasn't that angry. But now that he saw it, he was even more angry, and turned around. He just kicked the gourd with a bang.
It's just that Lu Xiaosan probably forgot that the rope that tied the gourd was still in his hand. The green gourd filled with swords was kicked and flew up quickly, and then was pulled back by the tight rope. It hit the young boy on the forehead with a bang.
Seeing this scene, Song Guo really couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Lu Xiaosan covered his forehead and stared at Pine Cone angrily.
"why are you laughing?"
Song Guo turned away, holding back a smile and said seriously: "I remembered happy things."
Lu Xiaosan asked suspiciously: "What happy thing?"
"When I was little, I liked to hit passersby on the head with pine cones."
"..."
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and decided not to argue with a silly squirrel. He rubbed his forehead and sat down on the steps of someone's yard in the alley.
It probably rained not long ago in Qingjiao City, and there was some water accumulated on some dented stone slabs in the alley, so the young boy put his head over and took a serious look at the swelling that had been smashed by the gourd. He was very surprised and said: "This boy has a majestic head and horns, he must have the appearance of a swordsman! Whose disciple is this?"
The little boy sat up in a dignified manner and said to himself, "Lingnan, Lu Xiaosan."
"..."
Song Guo looked at the little boy helplessly.
But the pain was probably real. Lu Xiaosan's forehead was indeed swollen, and the young boy kept rubbing it.
Song Guo thought for a while, spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into his palm, and then stretched out his little hand towards the young boy.
Lu Xiaosan jumped up.
"You, you, what are you doing?"
Song Guo was stunned and said: "Let me apply it on you. When I was in Bailu, I often saw children getting injured. Their parents would lick their fingers and then apply it with their saliva. Look at the kitten. If it’s hurt, the kitten girl will lick it.”
Kitten girl, where is the kitten girl?
Lu Xiaosan looked around.
Pinecone's hand has already been stretched out.
Lu Xiaosan was very disgusted and pushed Song Guo's hand away with a gourd, and warned her righteously: "Don't spit on me, or I will paint a bastard on your face!"
Song Guo said sincerely: "It's very useful, try it."
Lu Xiaosan took the gourd and ran out of the alley. The unlucky gourd banged against the stone slabs on the ground, which was quite rhythmic.
"Get out of here!"
"..."
...
Lu Xiaosan didn't know why the gourd given by Cao Weiying suddenly became unusable. He tried many times along the way. Whether it was to ask the baby to show up or to ask the baby to turn around, this gourd was like a well-fed and drunk little earth. Like a dog, it lay lazily on the ground, threatening to be unable to get up again.
However, Song Guo also realized the seriousness of this matter. Once the two of them failed to get back to the White Moon Mirror in time, extremely terrifying things would happen.
Le Chaotian will find out that they are secretly eating hot pot!
The two of them studied in the city for a long time, watching the sky getting darker, so they decided to leave the city first.
The East China Sea Plain is naturally extremely open at dusk in June.
The clouds are moving high in the sky, the clouds are flowing in the distant mountains, and the sea breeze is as vast as the sound of the sky.
The young boy was still holding the gourd, just like he was holding a little local dog that he always forgot to take away.
Pinecone was holding some food and striding happily while eating.
It's just that if Lu Xiaosan didn't look a little sad, it would probably be a good picture.
But of course there are regrets in life.
Without regrets, the meaning of beauty would not exist.
"Do you think that if my uncle knew that we secretly ate hot pot and couldn't go back, would he be so angry that he would strike with the sword in his heart and chop our heads off?"
The young boy has always had no scruples in his choice of words.
Song Guo thought seriously, you, Lu Xiaosan, have the head of a dog, but mine has the head of a squirrel.
After eating a piece of pastry, the little squirrel pondered for a moment and said sincerely: "Maybe yours can, but mine can't."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Song Guo in surprise: "Why can't you?"
Song Guo said confidently: "Because you brought me here to eat hot pot. You are the mastermind and I was threatened by you."
Lu Xiaosan sneered and said, "I threatened you to boil three large plates of freshly cut beef and you want to add two more?"
Song Guo said with a guilty conscience: "After all, I've come here, so it can't be justified if I don't have a good meal."
So even though I’m here, it doesn’t make sense if I don’t take a good look at the human world.
Who knows whether the birth of human beings is voluntary or forced?
The little boy didn't care about the pine cones anymore. He was just walking when he suddenly sniffed and asked seriously: "What smells so good?"
Song Guo looked at Lu Xiaosan and sniffed, but he could only smell some distant cooking smoke and the plain vegetation and sea breeze.
The little squirrel looked at Lu Xiaosan very suspiciously: "Are you hungry again? Are you hallucinating?"
Lu Xiaosan ignored the pine cones, just held the rolling gourd and sniffed it all the way.
Not far away is a large meadow that is very lush and green in June, with some streams gurgling beside it.
Lu Xiaosan had smelled it all the way, but stood in amazement at the edge of the meadow, looking at a young man in Qingshang who was lying on the meadow and sleeping with a gourd in his arms, snoring long and soothingly.
"So he slept so soundly!"
"..."
Song Guo looked at Lu Xiaosan silently.
There are still countless grasses turning into fireflies in the world.
It probably just depends on whether such a young man in green clothes wants to meet people.
When he didn't want to see her, even though the scholar had been searching for her in the world for so long, he still couldn't see even a corner of Qingshang.
When you want to see him, even though he is thousands of miles away, you can smell him sleeping so soundly.
Lu Xiaosan let go of the rope in his hand, and then tiptoed on the grass towards the young man in Qingshang who was sleeping charmingly.
"you....."
Song Guo was about to ask what Lu Xiaosan was doing, but the young man turned around very quickly and made a silencing gesture to Song Guo.
He is worthy of being a sharp-edged swordsman.
The response is really fast.
Pinecone closed her mouth very curiously and stood at the edge of the meadow, looking around.
The young dog walked over furtively and touched the side of Cao Weiying. Then with a mischievous smile, he reached out and grabbed Cao Weiying's wine gourd.
But before Lu Xiaosan's hand touched the gourd, he suddenly jumped up.
"Woof woof woof!"
That series of dog barks, like water slurry bursting out of a silver vase and big beads falling onto a jade plate, resounded in a certain patch of grass. This made Lu Xiaosan, who had originally planned to do something like stealing chickens and dogs, almost lost his mind. Being frightened, he turned around and stared at the little native dog that was jumping over, shouting angrily: "What are you barking at?"
Song Guo stood there, watching this scene, but he laughed.
Probably because Lu Xiaosan's words really seemed like he was scolding himself.
The little local dog not only barked, but also pounced on me.
So the angry puppy Lu and the puppy rolled around in the grass and started fighting.
The beating made the blades of grass fly, one after another.
Song Guo was a little worried and ran towards the meadow, only to find that Cao Weiying, who was sleeping there just now, had already woken up, sat in the meadow, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip of wine, smiling slightly. Looking at the scene of the dog biting the dog there - Lu Xiaosan really bit one of the little local dog's ears, and there was a proud look on his face.
Song Guo looked at Cao Weiying with some worry and said softly: "They will be fine, senior."
Cao Weiying drank wine and said with a smile: "It's okay. When we were in the town, they used to fight every three days. Just get used to it."
When they were in Tianshang Town, Lu Xiaosan was carrying the name of the sword on his back. When he got tired of memorizing it, he went to harass the little local dog. Then the two of them ran from the bottom of the lake to the sea of flowers one after another, jumping around everywhere.
Song Guo felt relieved and sat down next to Cao Weiying. After thinking about it, he opened the pastries and snacks he bought and handed them to Cao Weiying.
"Senior, do you want to eat?"
Cao Weiying turned around and looked at Pinecone. She didn't know what she thought of, so she asked.
"Did you do this yourself?"
Song Guo didn't know why Cao Weiying asked such a question, but although the person in front of him looked young, he was a swordsman after all. The little squirrel thought seriously for a long time while holding the food, and then said : "I bought it in the city, I didn't make it myself. It's delicious."
When the pine cones said they were delicious, they were swallowing sincerely - there are probably thousands of adjectives, but none of them are as good as a simple subconscious action.
Cao Weiying smiled and said nothing. She picked up a piece from Songuo's pastry bag and held it in her hand. While drinking wine and eating pastry, she looked at Lu Xiaosan and the little local dog rolling around. .
It took a long time for the battle over there to finally come to an end.
Lu Xiaosan had the upper hand due to his size advantage. After all, humans are not weak creatures.
The young boy was very happy and proud of beating the little local dog, and then stepped on the grass blades that were swaying in the evening wind, and walked towards the two of them with grass wadding all over his body.
Cao Weiying looked at the young boy with a slight smile.
"What did you want to do just now?"
It was okay if Cao Weiying didn't tell him. As soon as he mentioned this matter, Lu Xiaosan became sad again.
"Senior, senior, you have embarrassed me in front of the world."
Even if you are a person in heaven, there will still be some unknown things after all.
Cao Weiying looked at Lu Xiaosan very doubtfully.
"What's the meaning?"
Lu Xiaosan just walked over and picked up the gourd tied with a rope.
Song Guo couldn't help but laugh as she told Cao Weiying what happened after eating hot pot today.
Only then did Cao Weiying understand what happened. Looking at Lu Xiaosan who was lamenting that his reputation as a swordsman was ruined, he chuckled and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me."
Lu Xiaosan naturally didn't believe it.
Cao Weiying just smiled and handed the gourd in her hand to Lu Xiaosan.
The little boy smiled happily and ran away holding the gourd. He stood on the grass under the dusk sky and threw the gourd into the sky.
Then as expected, the gourd fell straight down with a clang.
Lu Xiaosan's horns became even more impressive.
The little local dog was jumping around on the grass very wantonly, sticking out its tongue, as if it was mocking the little boy.
Cao Weiying looked at the young boy who was chasing the little local dog again, and said seriously: "So you see, it really has nothing to do with me."
After a long time, Lu Xiaosan ran back panting, returned the gourd in his hand to Cao Weiying, collapsed and sunk into the grass.
"Then why can't the gourds fly?"
Cao Weiying said with a slight smile: "You have to wait until some things return to where they should be before you can let the gourd fly again."
Lu Xiaosan said in confusion: "What is that?"
"Some sword intent."
Cao Weiying said it very simply, but looking at the young boy's still confused expression, he said a little more.
"The sword intention on a sword."
Lu Xiaosan said suspiciously: "Impossible, there is no sword power that can make such a good gourd useless. Bring it to me and have a look. I'm telling you, don't lie to me. I, Lu Xiaojian, will not be disadvantaged by my immortal sword."
Cao Weiying saw through Lu Xiaosan's thoughts and said with a smile: "Some swords are not for you, what do you want to see them do?"
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "Just take a look, you won't die if you take a look."
Cao Weiying sighed melancholy and said, "I will really die."
Things that you can’t even think about, let alone look at.
Lu Xiaosan seemed to understand something. After all, how many sword cultivators in the world don't know the Sword of Tsing Yi?
The little boy opened his eyes wide in amazement and looked around.
"Is that sword close to us?"
Cao Weiying did not answer such a question, but just sat there quietly drinking her wine.
Seeing this, Lu Xiaosan knew that the old dog didn't want to talk anymore. He sighed melancholy and asked, "So why are seniors here?"
Cao Weiying looked at the little native dog chasing blades of grass in the grass and smiled softly.
"Why do you think I'm here?"
So Cao Weiying either sends snow or dogs.
When Lu Xiaosan saw the little native dog, he understood.
Cao Weiying turned to look at Lu Xiaosan lying there, and said softly: "Next time, don't forget it there."
Lu Xiaosan didn't hear any other meaning in Cao Weiying's words. He just said melancholy: "This is not something I just want to remember."
Cao Weiying just smiled.
"But if you forget about it, probably no one in the world will remember that there is such a dog."
Although Lu Xiaosan could not understand some things, he still felt melancholy for no reason. He sat up in the dusk, thought for a while, and said, "Then how can I remember it?"
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said: "Give it a name, just call it Cao Weiying. Then one day, when you suddenly find that you forgot to take it with you again, you will think about it... ..”
"Where did Cao Weiying go?"
