Lu Xiaosan didn't know where he had gone.
After the wine gourd could no longer fly, the young boy once again returned to the story of wandering around the world in a daze.
Le Chaotian did not take him and Song Guo to fly, but walked around the world sincerely just like when he first left Lingnan.
However, what makes Lu Xiaosan happy is that the summer wind this year is not hot, but very pleasant. The young boy who only wants to walk when he is full often hugs his belly and squints his eyes like a big fat goose. Sighing comfortably.
That is to say, Song Guo looks a little depressed. In her words, she always walks around like this, looking like a homeless person.
Although Lu Xiaosan didn't like these words very much, he could understand what this little squirrel was thinking.
After all, when they met her, she had been kicked out and she was lying on a tree homeless, drooling as she watched herself chewing on a melon.
It's just that such sighs can only occur when Pinecone is hungry.
When they were sitting on the benches of the restaurant in the human town, holding chopsticks and waiting for the food to be served, the light in the little squirrel's eyes was brighter than anyone else's.
So when they were walking on a field covered with weeds somewhere in the world, and the little squirrel started sighing again, Lu Xiaosan knew very well that Pinecone was probably hungry again.
The little boy stopped in confusion and walked around several times around Pinecone, who was sighing and probably wanted to say something like we seemed abandoned.
Lu Xiaosan's weird behavior naturally aroused Pinecone's curiosity. Instead of sighing, he frowned at the young boy and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a long time, but suddenly he jumped away as if enlightened, pointed at the pine cone and said, "I know!"
Pinecone looked confused, thinking, damn beast, what do you know?
The young boy turned to look at Le Chaotian, who was walking slowly in front of him, and said, "Uncle Master, please let this little demon show its true form."
Le Chaotian was probably thinking about something and didn't notice that the two people had fallen behind. He looked back for a long time before he saw Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo there.
"What are you talking about?"
Le Chaotian was also confused by Lu Xiaosan who was babbling.
The young boy sneered and said: "I suspect that the pine cone is not a pine cone at all. The real pine cone has died at some point. This is actually a pig demon."
Song Guo was stunned for a long time before she reacted, and rushed towards Lu Xiaosan with all her teeth and claws.
"Lu Xiaosan, if you dare to call me a pig, I'll beat you bastard to death!"
Lu Xiaosan chuckled, dodging and running, and said: "They are all monsters anyway, why are you reacting so hard?"
"Then can I say that you are from Huangliang?"
The young boy was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "No."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned when he was chased by the little demon. Even if the little sword cultivator from Lingnan met the mountain in the East China Sea, as a sword cultivator without a sword in his hand, he probably would not be a pine cone with natural demon power. opponent.
The young boy was pinned to the ground by the pine cone and beaten violently. This made Lu Xiaosan, who regarded himself as the world's little sword fairy, feeling extremely humiliated. He raised his hands to cover his face and shouted in embarrassment.
"Stop it quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless. I'm doing justice to God and accepting you, a pig monster!"
"Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong. Sister Song Guo, please stop. You'll really scratch your face later..."
"Bold, if you pull my hair, I will really lose my temper!"
The young boy's tone of voice seemed to suggest he could stretch or bend.
Unfortunately, Song Guo also knew that this boy had been beaten since childhood and had a thick skin and rough flesh, so he didn't pay any attention to what Lu Xiaosan was saying.
Lu Xiaosan received a lot of beatings, and finally Song Guo's hands were sore before he let the boy go.
The little boy ouched and held the wounds that were not painful or itchy, climbed up in embarrassment, and stared at the pine cone fiercely.
"Okay, okay, it seems that you have forgotten the story of me on the East China Sea, single-handedly frightening the world's monsters. Those who abandon me will not be able to stay yesterday. Those who mess up my heart will be troubled today. , here comes the sword!"
The young boy stood there with the green gourd on his back, proudly extending his hand towards the sky, as if he had seen the scene of the swords coming from the Sword Lake.
It's a pity that the wind in the world blew over and over again. The young boy waited melancholy for a long time, and only waited until some lonely blades of grass fell on his hands.
Song Guo stood there with his arms folded, looking at the young boy who was dazed for some reason, and sneered.
"Where's your sword?"
However, Lu Xiaosan did not continue to entangle with the little squirrel. He just looked back at the dusk for a long time before looking at Le Chaotian who had been stopping there quietly looking at the wind and leaves in the world, and asked softly: "Uncle Master, where is the grass for fireflies?"
Lu Xiaosan finally remembered what he had forgotten last time.
That jumping little native dog.
Le Chaotian was also stunned for a moment, and turned back to look in the direction the three of them came from. The grass blades were swaying continuously, as if there were countless little local dogs burrowing inside, but none of them escaped.
Le Chaotian looked at it for a long time before looking at the young boy and said, "When did it disappear?"
Perhaps Lu Xiaosan didn't know how to answer such a question.
Song Guo also realized this and circled around Lu Xiaosan a few times to make sure that this guy didn't hide the dog in his clothes to pretend it was gone.
The three of them spent the day in silence in the wilderness, looking around and searching among the human vegetation.
It probably doesn't matter anymore how Lu Xiaosan thought about the missing little local dog because he didn't have a sword.
The important thing is that this kid lost the dog again.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know why he always forgot about the dog when he left Lingnan after he had planned the story of a man, a dog and a sword fairy so well.
The three of them searched there for a long time, but could not find any trace of such a little native dog.
Lu Xiaosan sat down on the field ridge dejectedly, and said melancholy: "It's over, I don't know if senior will still have time to send the dog back."
Pinecone patted the young boy's shoulder and comforted him silently.
The little boy and the little squirrel, who had been fighting fiercely just now, reconciled again because of the loss of the little native dog.
Le Chaotian didn't say anything, he just stood there quietly, looking up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Lu Xiaosan sighed for a long time before looking at Le Chaotian.
"What are you looking at, Uncle Master?"
Le Chaotian pondered for a while, but said seriously: "So why doesn't the sword come?"
The young boy was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting that Le Chaotian would get entangled in such an issue. Holding his chin and thinking seriously, Lu Xiaosan said with some uncertainty: "Maybe the senior is about to use a sword?"
Lu Xiaosan naturally knew that Le Chaotian's sword was lent to Cao Weiying. Is that the real great swordsman the one who really kills demons?
Le Chaotian said calmly: "If senior can use the swords of Tianya Sword Sect, why should he use my sword?"
Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully and also looked up at the sky.
"Could Uncle Master be thinking that those swords have already arrived, but for some reason they are coming slower than usual?"
Le Chaotian said melancholy: "I'm worried that if we leave, those swords will arrive too late and accidentally kill someone."
Lu Xiaosan also thought of this. Although the young boy was naughty and mischievous, he could clearly distinguish right from wrong. He stood up with a solemn expression and looked up at the sky.
After a long time, he said softly: "Is this the reason why upper-level practitioners like my uncle are walking on thin ice?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly, perhaps very pleased that such a young boy could think of this.
"Yes."
Lu Xiaosan didn't say anything more. He sat there quietly and said, "Then let the sword fly for a while."
Le Chaotian also sat down next to Lu Xiaosan.
Only Song Guo looked at the two of them with some melancholy.
"I am so hungry."
Lu Xiaosan glanced at Le Chaotian beside him and remembered something. He turned to look at Pinecone and said seriously: "Then let's go fishing."
Le Chaotian sat there and laughed softly.
The young boy probably still can't forget the pot of peach blossom boiled fish in Luofeng Canyon.
But Song Guo naturally didn't know. He sat on the ridge of the field confused and looked around.
"Fishing? Where can I fish?"
...
The sword in Jianhu did move.
Muzihua, who was called Miss Li Hua by the young man Qingshang, was watching quietly.
Seeing how those swords reluctantly left the Sword Lake, no longer as free and straightforward as before when they broke through the water, they were like many people who were nostalgic, walking hesitantly on the road, looking back three times.
The plums that Cao Weiying planted in previous years have been ripe for a long time. Unfortunately, because of the past years, human world - Muzihua has begun to use the word human world skillfully.
In the past years, there was only spring in the world, and the plum trees did not grow very well, so the plums were very sour, and no one in the town picked them to eat.
The plum tree planted by Muzihua has just begun to bloom, with many small white flowers hanging in large clusters on the branches, as if this small town girl saw the world full of snow for the first time.
When Muzihua looked up at the pear blossoms hanging on the branches, she saw the sword light coming out of the big lake.
In fact, after the Chinese New Year this year, this small town girl could often see some sword lights running out of it. Not only did they go somewhere, but they didn't know where they came back from.
They must have gone to the huge human world that Cao Weiying took him to see.
Muzihua looked up at the sword lights that were flying very slowly in the sky, and then walked silently towards the big lake where the mist had dispersed and not much was left.
The peach tree by the lake is also blooming, but it seems that it will not bear fruit.
Muzihua stopped under the peach tree where Cao Weiying often sat and drank wine, and looked up at the peach blossoms.
Are there any peach trees in the world that bloom but don’t bear fruit?
Such a question may be as puzzling as the original strawberry butts and human butts were both white.
Of course, Muzihua still has a lot of things that she doesn't understand, but it seems that such a young man in green clothes will never come back.
The cyan figure that could always be seen in the small town seemed to have disappeared overnight.
Just like - Muzihua raised her head and thought for a long time. Like plum blossoms falling into the snow.
When Mu Zihua thought about it like this, she laughed softly. She probably liked this metaphor too.
Although there is no possibility that Li Hua will fall into the snow.
Snow should fall in winter, and plum blossoms fall in summer.
Muzihua quietly leaned against the peach tree by the lake, looking at everything in this small town very seriously.
Although Cao Weiying had already shown her such a large and amazing world, Muzihua still returned to such a small town.
I haven't even understood many of the stories in the town, so how can I see such a big human world?
Muzihua thought silently.
A few days ago, an elderly man disappeared in the town.
Does that mean he is dead?
Muzihua lowered her head, but seemed to be minding her own business.
"So, Cao Weiying, what about you?"
The wind coming from the cliff in the world blew the big lake, the peach trees, and the sea of flowers, everything was ringing incessantly.
But there isn't a definite answer.
only.
Muzihua turned around and looked at the plum trees she planted outside the town.
But Li Hua burst into tears.
...
Fine snow kept falling on such a clean mountain road going upwards.
On Chen Yunxi's white hair, there is no blood anymore, but there are a lot of snow flakes condensed on it.
The sword cultivator left the high cliff of the East China Sea and walked away in the dusk. No one knew where he came from, from the human world to a mountain road covered with fine snow that seemed to have no end.
Or maybe such a question is always very simple.
Go to heaven!
But if we just simply go up to the sky, how come there are so many sword cultivators in the world who have transformed into sword light and roamed the sky, so why can't they see such a place?
Maybe they're still not tall enough.
Just like the East China Sea, everyone knows that there are 490,000 miles beyond the East China Sea. However, even among the swordsmen in the world, there are only a few who can actually reach the boundary of 490,000 miles to see Cong Zhongxiao and Demon Ancestor. What about the place of war?
The answers to some questions may be extremely simple.
It’s just that the world can’t go that far.
Even Chen Yunxi looked a little tired when he walked here.
Naturally, this sword cultivator, who had already endured a lot of Sword Cliff Sword Intent, could not recover so quickly.
Therefore, this sword cultivator who once looked up under the sword cliff in the world now not only has white hair as white as snow, but also has a lip color that is a bit like snow.
Chen Yunxi stopped on the mountain roads covered with thin snow. As he moved forward, the snow became a little thicker. Just like moss always crawls on the rocks to leave footprints, but on the mountain roads ahead, there are still traces. Made some footprints.
It seemed that not long ago, two people walked up from here.
The goddess meets Qinglian.
Chen Yunxi has never seen that ancient Chu goddess.
Even Li Shi had met Yao Ji once on his way to Yaofeng.
But Chen Yunxi didn't.
In terms of the current state of the human world, Chen Yunxi, who is fifteen stacks, is undoubtedly a person who can sit in the human world.
And sitting above the human world are ghosts and gods.
It is naturally impossible for such a sword cultivator to appear in front of Yao Ji in past stories.
Such an ancient Chu god and ghost may not care about Cong Ren, but it is naturally impossible to be indifferent to Chen Yunxi.
So when Chen Yunxi saw the footprints left by a pair of small cotton shoes, he was silent for a long time.
Since you are wearing shoes, you will naturally wear socks as well.
This sword cultivator may indeed be very curious as to what kind of person can make such a Wushan goddess wear such things.
The white-haired and blue-robed swordsman stood there silently, looking down for a long time and resting for a long time before finally retracting his gaze and slowly moving upwards.
This place is undoubtedly far away from the human world.
It is so remote that even if this is a snow-capped mountain hanging high above the human world, the world still cannot stand on the earth and glimpse such a place like dust.
But the voices of the human world were extremely clear. There was a man who had given birth to a child, and he was happily telling the neighbors. Someone in Luming finally bought a piece of water tofu, but because he rarely ate such things, he accidentally overfried it, and he was sighing melancholy. Huaian.
There was an emperor in Huai'an who was in the Star-Zhaing Tower, quietly looking up at the sky. Next to him, probably Shangshu Ling, was talking to him about many things that needed to be dealt with in the world.
The emperor gave orders very calmly and ordered everything in an orderly manner.
When Chen Yunxi was walking on such a mountain road, he not only heard sounds, but also seemed to see many pictures.
Like facing an abyss.
Chen Yunxi calmly listened to those human voices and imagined those human scenes.
Think of such a word.
Just like what Cong Ren and Chen Huaifeng said at the beginning.
The higher a practitioner stands, the more freedom he has.
As the saying goes, the road ahead is long and arduous, we must be ambitious.
That's it.
Those who look down at the world may not be saints, but.
It must be the people in this world.
Chen Yunxi restrained the thought of leaving the mountain road and going to the cliffs where the mist and snow filled the sky to see the world.
It’s not like I’m never going back. What am I going to see?
Chen Yunxi looked at the road heading out of the mountain road, as if it was a road in the snow that had just been stepped on.
Those are four lines of footprints, coming and going.
Chen Yunxi stopped there for a moment and looked away, as if he saw such a young man in green clothes, holding a wine gourd, walking to the edge of the cliff with the goddess.
Chen Yunxi could even imagine what such a Jianya sword cultivator would say.
He must have taken a sip of wine first, then sighed with satisfaction and nostalgia, pointed to the world under the mist and snow, and said.
"The world is so good, how can the goddess be willing to let it stop like this?"
Chen Yunxi looked over there silently.
He knew that the young man in Qingshang would definitely say this.
