The young boy had eaten well for several days in Shanyue City - it seemed that he had not felt so full for a long time, and he had not remembered the uncomfortable feeling of having his stomach stretched out for a long time.
Although when he was in Donghai, he would go to eat hot pot with You Chunshan.
But when eating becomes a top-level enjoyment rather than a bottom-level desire, it will be difficult for people to eat so full.
Once the appetite subsides, filling the stomach with food becomes a very difficult behavior.
When it comes to eating, there are probably very few practitioners who behave like that of another young boy who would feel nauseated even after eating hot pot.
But Lu Xiaoer has really eaten his fill these past few days.
I had to put down my sword, put down my thoughts of practicing, and took a walk in the courtyard and alley.
Not a single grain of rice eaten is wasted.
The young boy still upholds a pious Lingnan concept.
They will always become the explosive power in the sword cultivator's body.
Zhang San was a little worried that this seemingly calm little boy was actually too sad, so he overeated. After seeing that time when the little boy was stretched to the point where he was sitting at the door of the yard with a sword and drooling, and then later Even if I die, I will not bring two bowls of rice to the young boy.
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything, which made Zhang San feel very strange, so he secretly hid outside the alley to keep watch, and then saw the young boy finishing the meal he sent, drinking a glass of wine, and then continuing to Waiting there, not long after, a waiter from a nearby restaurant came and brought some hot pot meatballs and vermicelli to the young boy.
You can't stop people from eating when they don't want to.
When people really want to eat, they can't stop them either.
Zhang San thought very worriedly and walked out.
When the little boy saw Zhang San leaving and coming back, he was a little panicked and subconsciously wanted to hide the food. It's just that I probably thought about how much I eat, and it has nothing to do with Zhang San, so why should I be afraid?
So he sat there with a bulging belly, stuffing meatballs into his mouth and pretending not to see Zhang San.
This man from Shanyue City, who was originally shocked by Chen Qingshan's story, became much more cautious. I don't know where he got the courage to step forward and mention the little boy in front of Lu Xiaoer. The hot pot ears were thrown out of the alley.
"Stop eating! If you eat any more, you will die."
Zhang San said very loudly.
Lu Xiaoer sat there a little confused and a little surprised, staring blankly at the meatballs rolling to the ground in the alley. After being silent for a while, the young man didn't say anything, but stood up silently and with difficulty, leaning down. He got down and picked up the meatballs on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhang San stepped forward quickly, and with a squeak, he trampled the ball into pieces.
Lu Xiaoer said melancholy: "I eat mine and it has nothing to do with you..."
Zhang San was stunned for a moment, but then he reacted and said in a deep voice: "You are only twelve years old and you rented my house. During this period, if you push yourself to death, according to the laws of the world, I will You have to bear certain responsibilities, why do you think it doesn’t matter?”
Lu Xiaoer probably didn't know these complicated human laws. He stood there for a long time, then straightened his back and said seriously: "I know this well, and I won't push myself to death."
Zhang San frowned, looking at the young boy who was very sober and calm, without any sign of depression, and asked: "Then why do you eat so much?"
Lu Xiaoer sighed, poked a ball with the Xiwu Sword in his hand, raised it, and said softly: "Because I want to do something, but my realm is not enough, so I can only do my best to make myself Be stronger.”
Zhang San stood there in silence for a long time. After a long time, he raised his feet, looked at the crumbled meatballs at his feet, and said melancholy: "But you don't know that there is a saying that one bite cannot make you fat?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, looked at himself in Xiwu Sword, then looked at Zhang San and said, "Look, I look much better than when I first came here."
Zhang San looked at the young boy for a long time, but he had to admit that this was indeed the case.
Such a young boy who trekked from Lingnan to the East China Sea and back again, although he still has a handsome face, it was just that when he looked at him before, it always made people feel a little thin and haggard.
But in the past few days, the edges and corners on his face have become rounder, making him look fairer.
Zhang San was silent for a long time, and then said in puzzlement: "Then what?"
Lu Xiaoer blew off the ball on his sword, then stuffed it into his mouth, and said seriously: "This will give me more strength to swing my sword."
But Zhang San seemed to suddenly understand something. He looked at Lu Xiaoer blankly and asked, "You want to go back to Lingnan?"
When talking about Lingnan, the young man is always calm.
So that response was equally calm and indifferent.
"Yes."
Zhang San shook his head and said firmly: "This is impossible. The road from Shanyue to Lingnan has become a battlefield. Even the sky above the human world is blocked by Taoist sword light. Don't you Might be able to wear it."
The participation of Mr. Xuanxuyuan in the war naturally means that the sword cultivator and the sorcerer and ghost cultivator are involved in the war. Such a war would naturally not leave any path for the young man to walk through.
Lu Xiaoer continued to pick up meatballs on the ground.
"Nothing is impossible."
"But Lingnan has become the base camp of the rebels. What will you do even if you pass through?"
Although Zhang San is a worldly person, people in the world may not be able to know the affairs of the world in detail. What's more, such a war is at the doorstep of the world. If it weren't for such a mountain-moon barrier city created by the Tiangong Division, Perhaps Zhang San had already gone north together with those Lingnan boys.
Lu Xiaoer sat there calmly. He had picked up all the meatballs just now. There was still some soup at the bottom of the small hot pot that had rolled a few times. He picked up those things and still sat there, putting the meatballs in There was soup rolling at the bottom of the pot, and as he put it into his mouth, he said: "That's why I want to eat more."
This may not be a positive answer.
It’s just that the answer naturally lies in such a sentence as a reason.
No matter what I do, I will go anyway, so I can only eat a little full.
Zhang San sighed and sat down, looked at the young boy and said, "It seems that you Lingnan sword cultivators are indeed very stupid."
The ministers call Cong Ren a bastard, and the world calls Lingnan stupid.
But it's probably all the same.
None of the words were truly insulting.
Lu Xiaoer nodded matter-of-factly.
"Uncle Zhang, you are absolutely right."
The young boy's answer left Zhang San speechless.
Those who do not fight are naturally invincible.
You scold him and he says you are right, so what else can you do?
Ah, yes, yes.
Zhang San didn't ask about the meaning.
When some arguments are reduced to the point where they need to be answered by meaning, no matter how profound the meaning is, it is something that cannot be agreed upon.
Zhang San sat aside and thought for a long time, then looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Do you really have to go there?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "Yes, my master and my junior brother may have stayed there. I always have to go back and take a look. After all, I am the second senior brother."
Zhang San didn't pay attention to what Lu Xiaoer said. He just stood up, took out a money bag from his arms, counted the money for a long time, and then threw it into the little boy's arms.
"Then I won't rent it to you."
Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "Why?"
Zhang San said softly: "Although I can't help you, but watching a twelve-year-old boy die in front of your eyes, even if there is no law in the world, this is not what you should do."
Although Lu Xiaoer is young, he is a swordsman who knows the water realm, so Zhang San naturally has no way to stop him by force.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I didn't plan to stay long."
Zhang San stood up and said seriously: "I will go to the city to inform the practitioners."
Lu Xiaoer raised his eyebrows, said nothing, put the sword in his hand into its sheath, turned around and headed towards the south end of the alley.
That probably means I'll leave now.
Zhang San looked at this scene and was stunned for a long time.
There is no stopping people from wanting to eat.
Are people leaving?
The middle-aged man suddenly jumped and shouted in the alley, then ran out of the alley with his hands shaking wildly.
"Someone is coming, trying to steal money and killing people..."
He looks like a rogue.
Before Lu Xiaoer understood what he was going to do, he saw many people suddenly running out of the alley.
Zhang San mingled in the crowd, pointed at the young boy and said, "That's him, robbing me of my money!"
Lu Xiaoer frowned, but suddenly understood what Zhang San was going to do. The young boy looked at the people rushing towards him and was a little panicked for a moment.
Although he had seriously thought about how he would walk through those battlefields full of swords and swords, he was still a little at a loss when facing the people nearby.
"you....."
Before Lu Xiaoer could finish his words, he was drowned out by Zhang San's voice.
"That's him. Even though he is young, he has a very bad mind. He took advantage of his sword skills and lived in my yard, ate my food without paying me, and even planned to beat me up... "
Lu Xiaoer was speechless, which made him want to beat himself up.
But the little boy was also very confused. Why did so many people come to catch him when he screamed?
Of course Lu Xiaoer didn't know that although Zhang San was just Zhang San, he had a daughter named Zhang Lizi who went to practice with a Taoist master - of course people knew this.
Zhang San may also feel a little ashamed of his behavior of taking advantage of others, but at the moment he can only do this and continue to make up random accusations against the young boy.
A crowd of people swarmed up and took advantage of Lu Xiaoer's daze to actually throw him down there.
The little boy, who had a bulging stomach from eating, almost vomited all the food he had eaten.
Zhang San stood silently behind the crowd. He knew that the young boy who had eaten and drank enough would feel uncomfortable if he was suddenly knocked down.
It's just uncomfortable, but it's better than running out and dying.
But when Zhang Sanshang was thinking whether to send him to the Heavenly Prison or to the government office, the sound of swords suddenly sounded in this alley.
The young boy's hands and feet were naturally held down, and his sword was taken away.
But this is the difference between the cultivation of sword intention and the cultivation of swordsman and sword power.
They still hold the sword in their hands.
But you don’t have to hold the sword in your hand.
So the Xiwu Sword that was taken away suddenly cut through the light of the world with a cold light as the young boy's mind moved.
At the same time, there seemed to be many sounds of swords ringing in the battlefields outside the city - the war was still going on.
Everyone let go of the young man in panic, ran into a ball in the alley, and dispersed.
Lu Xiaoer had just been squeezed so hard that he was a little breathless. At this time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned over and stood up with support on the bluestone in the alley. He vomited two more mouthfuls of saliva. Only then did he feel better. He reached out to take the hand. He grabbed the Xiwu Sword that had no blood on it, returned it to its sheath, and then looked at Zhang San, who was standing silently and sincerely in the alley.
The latter said seriously: "You might really die if you go out. When we are in the city, we are sometimes injured by some out-of-control overflowing sword light, let alone going through that battlefield?"
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything. He just bent down and picked up the scattered copper plates on the ground, then held them in his hand. He walked over and stood in front of Zhang San. He looked up at the man and was silent for a long time. Lu Xiaoer was very surprised. He said seriously: "I didn't steal your money, nor did I do any shameful things. You don't want to..."
"It ruined Lingnan's reputation."
The young boy put the money into Zhang San's hand, then turned around calmly and continued heading south.
Zhang San sighed and finally stopped to stop him. He silently collected the money and turned around to clean up the filth in the alley.
The young boy ate so much that he left this alley and the city of mountains and moons.
...
Ever since the first fire in the world was lit in Shanyue City, Zhuxi has always been very concerned about the rumors in the city.
The anger and trembling that Zhang Xiaoyu brought to Zhuxi still remained in the heart of this heavenly prison Taoist cultivator for a long time.
The vegetation is ruthless. It's just that whatever story the wind blows, the world can only tell what kind of story it is.
Zhuxi naturally noticed this young swordsman named Lu Xiaoer from the Lingnan area and traveled all the way back from the East China Sea.
The Taoist wearing the black robe of Heavenly Prison stood silently on the street, leaning on the guardrail, looking at the little sword cultivator who came out of the alley where some stories happened briefly, with a look that was probably a little sad.
"The people in Lingnan are indeed stupid, to a level that is difficult for us to reach."
What is stupidity? Stupidity means not being clear-headed, irrational, taking action when you know it is unstoppable, and doing it when you know you can't do it.
This is different from stupidity and stupidity.
Just like when the rebellion in the south first started, Lingnan could retreat to the north even if it knew it was outmatched, instead of defending the mountains with all its might.
But Zhuxi could never comment on such a matter.
If Lingnan had retreated at the first opportunity, then it is obvious that Shanyue City would have borne the brunt. When the northern soldiers had not come to support and the southern defense was empty, Huangliang Wujia and the southern rebels had to fight for the first time. A wave of offensive can reach directly to the Liuyun Mountain Range. You must know that beyond the Liuyun Mountain Range, you can already say that you are in the middle of Huai'an.
This is obviously unacceptable for Huaian as a whole.
From ancient times to the present, even in the era when ancient Chu was prosperous, no one has penetrated this land north of Daze.
So he could only say a stupid word dryly.
Beside Zhuxi was a man from Heaven who was also wearing black robes. He was a young man, carrying a broken sword on his back.
Ximen, a sword cultivator who has broken through the Seventh Realm and entered the Eighth Realm.
Although Zhuxi is a ninth-level Taoist cultivator, he is obviously much older than this young man.
The status and weight of the two in the human world are naturally different.
Even for the world of spiritual practice, it is extremely rare for a sword cultivator to carry a sword with his back in an era when sword cultivating flourishes.
Naturally, this was not the first time that Ximen and Lu Xiaoer met.
Back when they were in Yunjue Town, the two of them had some interactions, but probably the story at that time was more about his uncle.
This sword cultivator, who was injured because of Li Shi's Shanhe finger that he lent to Beitai, is probably almost recovered now that he has broken through. He is standing there with a heavy breath. If the sword behind him is not broken, maybe the breath It will be stronger, but the broken knife may not bring a stronger taste.
"They must be like this, and of course we have nothing to say."
Ximen quietly looked at the young man heading south on the street in the distance and said slowly.
Although Lingnan had killed some people from the Heavenly Prison in the mountains because of a certain boy.
However, with the destruction of such a sword sect, Ximen never mentioned those things again, including Di Qianjun.
The world is not a saint.
Saints may not be immune to selfish motives.
Zhuxi turned to look at Ximen for a long time and said softly: "But if you come to see such a young man today, you probably don't seem to have anything to say."
Ximen was silent for a while, but said with regret: "After all, I want to see what this Lingnan sword cultivator, who was supposed to be on the other side of the East China Sea, suddenly returned to Shanyue City, wanted to do."
Zhuxi turned back and looked at the young man heading south quietly.
"He wants to return to Lingnan, or maybe he wants to avenge Lingnan."
It's not something that's hard to guess.
Ximen looked there quietly and said nothing.
After a long time, the sword cultivator supported the guardrail in front of him, jumped to the street below, and headed there as well.
Zhuxi raised his eyebrows and looked at this young swordsman.
"where you go?"
Ximen was walking on the street with a broken knife on his back.
"I'll give him a gift."
Zhuxi looked at Ximen with a strange expression, thought for a moment, and continued to ask: "Where to send it?"
Ximen said calmly: "Of course it's Lingnan, or is it Luming?"
Send Buddha to the West.
But what Ximen wanted to give away was just a young man.
Zhuxi was silent for a while and said, "There are many human cultivators and spiritual shamans in Xuanshuyuan."
Even Ximen may naturally be buried in the story of that war like many little sword cultivators.
But Ximen seemed not to have heard of it.
Sometimes people can be bad people, and sometimes they can be good people.
It just depends on which river it is in.
