As Cao Weiying's words fell on the meadow, the expression of the young boy sitting in the dusk suddenly became heavy, and he looked at Cao Weiying for a long time.
Pinecone on the side felt that he heard some overtones, but also seemed to hear nothing. He just looked at the two people who were looking at each other in the dusk of the meadow, and the little squirrel did not interrupt.
Does Lu Puppy think the same as me?
Song Guo looked at Lu Xiaosan curiously.
But the little boy suddenly jumped up after a long silence, with a look of realization on his face.
"Okay, okay, I regard senior as senior, and senior regards me as fish boy. You still want to fish, right?"
Lu Xiaosan felt that Cao Weiying definitely wanted to beat him, but there was no good reason, so he tricked himself into calling the little native dog Cao Weiying.
"I, Lu Xiaosan, know that my enemies are like gods. How could I fall into such a clumsy plan?"
The young boy stood in the grass with a sneer, grabbed the gourd's rope, and pulled hard, and the gourd was in his hands.
"Shameless old thief, look at the sword!"
The little boy held the gourd and made a gesture with his fingers upright, pretending to be a showman for a long time. Probably the only one in the meadow not far away was the little native dog looking at it blankly.
If the little native dog could talk, it would probably ask Lu Xiaosan: What are you barking at?
Cao Weiying just looked at Lu Xiaosan with a slight smile.
The green wine gourd remained motionless for a long time.
Lu Xiaosan put down the wine gourd sarcastically.
"That's all, I have a gastrointestinal discomfort today. I will have a life-or-death showdown with Your Excellency another day."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Okay."
Lu Xiaosan lay down next to Cao Weiying again.
A gentle voice came from the dusk.
"I asked why the mistress and the others are gone. It turns out that the senior is here."
Song Guo turned around and saw Le Chaotian coming from the far sea, wearing a Taoist robe with a strong smell of sea breeze.
Song Guo, who had a guilty conscience, subconsciously looked at Lu Xiaosan, only to find that the young boy had already begun to snore.
Slept so damn well.
Cao Weiying looked back at Le Chaotian, then smiled, turned back and said, "You don't look as happy as before."
Le Chaotian sighed melancholy, crossed the path, walked into the meadow, and sat down on the right side of Cao Weiying and Lu Xiaosan. He ignored the little boy and looked at the ground. The grass blades swaying in the evening breeze whispered: "Because I encountered something that I can't understand."
Cao Weiying said calmly.
"What can't you understand?"
"Senior, forget it, it really does exist." Le Chaotian said seriously, "I recently went to find my senior brother, and he told me a story..."
The grass blades on the side were rustling, and pine cones were quietly touched. While eating snacks, they listened to Le Chaotian talking about those things.
"It is said that he has been to the very depths of the East China Sea once before. Although it is not 490,000 miles away, it is still an extremely long distance."
"He saw an extremely huge fish there. The scales on its body were bigger than a mountain, and its eyes were like the sun and moon born on both sides of the sky and the earth. The fish was called Kun. Later he saw it with his own eyes. The fish suddenly took off in a strong gust of wind and turned into a big bird called Peng. It has wings and hangs in the world. As the saying goes, a person can fly up ninety thousand miles..."
Cao Weiying looked at Le Chaotian with raised eyebrows.
In fact, this is a story recorded in the Hangu Temple Taoist Canon.
But at the moment, even Cao Weiying didn't know what this Shanheguan Taoist was going to say.
Le Chaotian stopped when he said this.
Pinecone on the side bit the pastry in his hand and asked curiously: "What happened next?"
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said: "Later, my senior brother boiled water in a pot, stewed it and ate it."
"..."
Pinecone was silent.
From the side, a loud questioning voice came from a young boy who was snoring.
"You fart, how can there be such a big pot?"
Call the young man's imagination barren, because he believed in such a big bird. Call him rich, because he didn't believe in such a big pot.
Le Chaotian turned to look at Lu Xiaosan, who was sitting up in shock from his dying illness, and said with a smile: "How do you know there isn't such a big pot?"
Lu Xiaosan said firmly: "The hot pot we had today, the big pot we specially ordered, is only three feet wide..."
The little boy felt something was wrong as he said this, so he changed the topic, looked at Cao Weiying and said seriously: "I think it would be better for Xiao Huang to be called Le Chaotian."
The young boy in front of Le Chaotian refused to repent and even ate hot pot secretly. After being discovered, he actually called himself a dog, sneered and took out a sword from his sleeve.
"Do you want to test whether my sword is sharp?"
Lu Xiaosan was not stubborn about anything, so it was not a disadvantage to me. Facing Le Chaotian who was holding the sword and sneering, he sincerely lowered his head to admit his mistake.
"Uncle, I was wrong."
Only then did Le Chaotian give up.
The young boy muttered there, Le Chaotian, you are so stingy, you just secretly had a hot pot meal, and you actually used a sword to scare me.
Cao Weiying, on the other hand, stood by and washed away his grievances for Le Chaotian.
"It's not that your uncle is scaring you, it's you who is scaring your uncle."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, naturally not understanding what Cao Weiying was talking about.
Pinecone looked thoughtful.
When Le Chaotian appeared under the twilight stream just now, he seemed to be relieved when he saw the scene here. The little squirrel turned his head and looked at Le Chaotian's robes, which probably did not mean the sea breeze.
It’s the Taoist’s meaning of mountains and seas.
The little squirrel stopped eating the pastries, looked at Le Chaotian hesitantly and said, "Uncle Master, you think we have been captured?"
Le Chaotian did not answer. He just sat there quietly, looked at Lu Xiaosan and said, "Next time you sneak away like this, you can go back to Liuyun Mountain...over there."
Lu Xiaosan was actually a little aggrieved. Although Le Chaotian said these words very calmly, the meaning was just a sentence, and naturally it was more than just the tone.
The little boy got up from the grass and ran to the stream to sit with the dog.
Le Chaotian did not continue to fight with Lu Xiaosan.
In fact, in the past, not only Lu Xiaosan liked to run around, but Le Chaotian himself also liked to run around.
However, after leaving the Liuyun Sword Sect, this Taoist had never been separated from Lu Xiaosan.
The stories of the world are of course one from one moment to another.
The Taoist who was agitated because he discovered that Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo suddenly disappeared on the island of White Moon Mirror gradually calmed down and told Song Guo to go play with Lu Xiaosan and wait until the little squirrel left. Afterwards, Genius Le Chao quietly looked at the dusk in the sky and said slowly: "Not long ago, Chaotian heard the slightest movement of the sword wind in the world..."
The Taoist was silent for a while, and then looked at the young man in Qingshang beside him.
"I wonder if it's the intention of the senior who is about to wake up?"
Cao Weiying just smiled slightly and said: "Either eye movement, or wind movement, all things that will happen in the future are naturally indescribable."
Le Chaotian didn't say any more, and quietly looked at Lu Xiaosan sitting with the dog in the dusk, and Pinecone who was whispering to him beside him.
After a long time, the young-looking Taoist said in a gentle tone: "Since the goddess has come to the human world, maybe it will be a matter of time."
Cao Weiying said calmly: "Yes."
Le Chaotian looked at Cao Weiying seriously for a long time, and then handed over the Dielianhua that he had shaken out of his sleeve in the dusk.
"Senior, do you need a sword?"
A sword like that is not actually a good sword. It was a sword embryo that Wu Dalong made hastily when Le Chaotian entered the mountains. The sword body was not straight enough, the sword body was not hard enough, and the sword edge was not sharp enough.
Even if the sword in the heart can cut plum blossoms outside the pass, it is probably still not strong enough to temper such a sword well.
Of course, Le Chaotian never thought that Cao Weiying would really need a sword, but as a junior in the world, he could only do his best.
But to the Taoist's surprise, the young man in green clothes put down the wine gourd, took the sword from his hand, and then said with a smile: "Of course it is necessary."
Even Le Chaotian opened his eyes subconsciously and didn't react for a long time.
After a long time, the incredible look in the Taoist's eyes was gradually replaced by a look of understanding.
Le Chaotian stood up and stood in this meadow where the grass and leaves were flying and the twilight was flowing - the place where the grass appeared as fireflies was naturally the most beautiful place in the world.
The Taoist bowed his head seriously.
"Senior's move made this junior feel frightened."
Le Chaotian naturally understood what Cao Weiying meant when he took over his sword.
Cao Weiying just laughed softly and said: "The sword in my heart has traveled eighty thousand miles in the world. Although you are a member of the Taoist sect, you may not have the skills to practice swords."
The young man in green clothes pulled out the long sword with the words "Die Lian Hua" scrawled on it, looked at it for a while, and continued: "It's natural to sharpen the sword for you."
Le Chaotian said softly: "So senior, you think I am right?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said: "I don't comment on whether you are right or wrong, but I really like you, a Taoist with eyes full of love."
Le Chaotian gradually had a smile on his face. He said nothing more and just bowed respectfully.
Cao Weiying tied Le Chaotian's sword around her waist, stood up, held the sword and drank.
After drinking to his heart's content, the young man pointed at the human world with his wine gourd and said with a smile: "Of course the human world is very good."
Le Chaotian stood aside, his eyes seemed a little puzzled as to why Cao Weiying suddenly said such a sentence. He thought about it seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "This seems more like an answer, or a supplement to a certain sentence. words."
Cao Weiying walked leisurely with her head lowered and said, "Yes. Many years ago, there was a saint in your Taoist sect who died of old age by a certain stream in the East China Sea."
This young man in green clothes didn't say much, he just walked away gradually.
"At that time, he was full of nostalgia, full of regret, and full of reluctance."
Cao Weiying turned around in the dusk, looked at Le Chaotian, and smiled.
"I'm much luckier than him. I've seen a thousand more years, and a different world in the future."
Le Chaotian chuckled and said: "If I can be as lucky as my predecessors, it might really be a wonderful thing in the world."
Cao Weiying smiled and said nothing, and her figure gradually turned into an extremely distant point in the dusk.
.......
Song Guo looked curiously at Lu Xiaosan who was sitting there not looking like he was sulking, but instead looking melancholy alone.
After a long time, the little squirrel whispered: "Did you also hear what Senior Cao Weiying meant?"
Lu Xiaosan hugged the little native dog and said softly: "Do you really think that I, Lu Xiaojianxian, am a fool?"
Of course Lu Xiaosan is not a fool.
It's just that sometimes others don't explain something clearly, so there is no need to explain it yourself.
But Lu Xiaosan is still Lu Xiaosan after all, he speaks like a swordsman, and he looks like a dog who can't stop eating shit.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he was thinking of, and looked at the little native dog worriedly.
"The grass is the firefly, the grass is the firefly, do you know how to eat shit?"
The little local dog instantly bared its teeth and bit Lu Xiaosan on the arm.
The little boy jumped up in pain and cursed as he looked at the little native dog that jumped into the grass and hid.
"Grandma, if he bites, he will definitely eat shit. Stay away from me in the future."
Song Guo remembered that just now the little boy was rubbing and rubbing with the little local dog, and instantly lost his appetite. He put away the pastries and put them on his knees, then looked back at the man who had been alone in the meadow for a long time. Sitting uncle.
Cao Weiying has been gone for a long time - this boy probably really just sent a dog to Lu Xiaosan.
But Song Guo was a little curious. After Le Chaotian let him go, he said something to the senior sword immortal.
But Song Guo didn't ask.
If Le Chaotian wants to say something, he will naturally say it.
It's just that the uncle looked a little melancholy.
perhaps.
Song Guo turned his head and looked up at the sword lights that occasionally disappeared in a flash.
Maybe human stories are indeed very worrying.
The world is getting late.
The Taoist who gave his sword away sat there for a long time before finally standing up, looking at the two people who were staring at Qingxi in a daze and said, "Let's go too."
Lu Xiaosan didn't get angry with Le Chaotian anymore. He looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Where are you going?"
Le Chaotian said sadly: "It's a bit cold at night at the beach, let's go have a hot pot first."
Lu Xiaosan's face turned a little bitter.
"Uncle, can you have some steamed buns tonight?"
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Xiaosan, who sincerely touched his stomach where he probably had eaten too much and hadn't yet digested it.
"I was so full in the afternoon that I can't eat anything now. Why don't we have hot pot tomorrow?"
The young boy's natural words almost made Le Chaotian laugh angrily, and he subconsciously wanted to touch the sword on his sleeve.
It was only after touching the sky that I remembered that the sword had been lent to Soweiying.
Le Chaotian had no choice but to give up the idea of scaring Lu Xiaosan, turned around and headed towards Qingjiao City.
"Then I don't care. I want to eat hot pot happily, and no one in the world can stop me."
Lu Xiaosan sighed melancholy, holding the gourd and following him with an annoyed look on his face - if I had known...
If he had known that Le Chaotian wanted to eat hot pot, he should have come earlier so that he could have two hot pot meals a day.
Seeing Lu Xiaosan's annoyed look, Song Guo couldn't help but snicker. Although she actually couldn't eat it, seeing Lu Xiaosan like this was probably really satisfying.
Lu Xiaosan walked for a while before he remembered that he almost forgot the little local dog here again.
The young boy who had already reached the trail turned back to the meadow.
It was almost dusk in the human world, and the little native dog was standing quietly among the grass and leaves with its ears folded and its short legs propped up, as if looking at something that was far away.
Lu Xiaosan tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, and then said softly: "Stop looking, grass is like a firefly."
The little native dog seemed to hear it, and its ears twitched, but it seemed that it didn't hear it. It still stood there. After a long time, it suddenly turned around and flopped in the meadow towards Lu Xiaosan.
...
When Le Chaotian stood at the door of the restaurant in Qingjiao City, he had to admit that he did say some things too early and too full.
The entire restaurant was quiet except for a sizzling hot pot placed on the table in the middle of the lobby, and a swordsman in Tsing Yi with a sword on his knees like a harp, with a little blood on his white hair.
When Lu Xiaosan returned to the city, he told Le Chaotian that his gourd could no longer fly.
It wasn't until Le Chaotian saw the sword cultivator he had seen in Liuyun Sword Sect, or in other words, when he saw the ancient sword on Chen Yunxi's knee, that he finally understood why Cao Weiying's Sword Intent Gourd was so useless. The reason why I can no longer fly.
I also understood the reason why there were no other diners in the restaurant.
Such a bloody white-haired swordsman appeared here, and the customers in this restaurant were naturally scared away.
Le Chaotian, Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo stood at the door for a long time. Chen Yunxi, one of the Three Swordsmen in the World, didn't seem to see them. He just sat there quietly, occasionally picking up chopsticks, scalding a piece of beef in it, and dipping it in it. Eat some sauce.
Qingjiao City in the East China Sea was naturally not very busy as night fell, but there were some noisy sounds on the long street not far away.
Le Chaotian looked back strangely, but he understood something.
In the distance, a person who looks like a shopkeeper and some swordsmen are coming here.
Probably the shopkeeper was a little worried when he saw his customers were scared away, so he went to the city to find some sword cultivators from the East China Sea Sword Sect to come and take a look.
The sword cultivation realms of those Donghai Sword Sects are not bad, they are all around the first stage of the small path. After all, in such a land of sword cultivation, there is neither the Human Sword Sect nor the Liuyun Sword Sect, so the good seedlings will naturally digest them on their own.
But among the sword cultivators in the world, who can compare to this white-haired sword cultivator who has survived the three swordsmen of the previous generation?
While Le Chaotian was still thinking about it, those Donghai sword cultivators had already rushed over with the shopkeeper filled with indignation.
The shopkeeper looked at Le Chaotian who was hesitating at the door, and probably thought that he was too scared to go in by the swordsman with white hair and blood holding his sword like a qin - although this seemed to be the case.
The shopkeeper said sincerely: "Sir, wait a moment, there is something small in the store..."
Le Chaotian was equally sincere: "No, no, no, I'm just passing by. You are busy, so don't worry about me."
Lu Xiaosan was silent on the side, and then he said fearing that the world would be in chaos: "Uncle, didn't you just say you wanted to eat hot pot?"
Le Chaotian: "..."
The white-haired swordsman in the shop turned his head and looked at the young boy quietly. His eyes fell on the gourd behind Lu Xiaosan, and then looked at the Taoist beside him.
"Let's eat something together?"
Le Chaotian said melancholy: "Okay."
