Uncle Master doesn't think about Torch Huo.
Even if he really knew, he would only say that you are the torch, Lu Xiaoer.
When he was in Lingnan, his uncle always denied that he was the hope of Lingnan.
Uncle Master was watching the Taoist named Ye Zhuliu playing with some very strange things.
You Chunshan's drawing of Jikuo Heart has been sent to the bottom of the White Moon Mirror. This is something that will take a long time to analyze.
Therefore, the three people from Huaidu were somewhat free.
You Chunshan is learning to feel the beating rhythm of his heart so that he can adapt to a new self.
Yu Chaoyun was asking a Taoist from Queyimen for advice on spiritual practice.
Uncle Master was holding an umbrella, standing on a cliff somewhere, watching the Taoist tinkering with something.
That small wooden bucket-like thing just had some wheel-like things at the bottom, and some weird bamboo tubes connected to the base at the bottom.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time but didn't understand what it was.
So he asked sincerely: "Brother, what are you doing?"
Ye Zhuliu sighed, looked back at the young man who was passing by and was attracted, and said softly: "This is a great thing."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the thing carefully for a long time. He just looked around, but he didn't see where this strange wooden barrel was.
Fortunately, Nandao has spent some time in Tiangong Division, and it can be seen that the large and small gear-like things below are used to transmit power.
The Taoist stood up and carried this very heavy thing on his shoulders - it was actually hard for the young man to imagine such a scene. After all, it didn't seem like something a Taoist could do, especially for someone as elegant and elegant as Ye Zhuliu. A flamboyant Taoist.
But Ye Zhuliu did just that, carrying him on his shoulders and walking along the cliff path.
"Junior brother, don't believe it. I have a hunch that this thing will be the same as the fully automated fishing rod I made before. It will be a very groundbreaking invention in the world."
Ye Zhuliu was walking in front and talking very seriously.
Nan Dao then remembered that when he was on the lake, he saw the dark fishing rod in the Taoist's hand.
I have to admit that it is a very delicate thing, comparable to some of the mechanical umbrellas of the Tiangong Division.
"So what is this?"
Ye Zhuliu stopped on the cliff path, thought about it seriously, and said, "This is for washing clothes."
"..."
At this moment, Nan Dao suddenly understood a lot of things.
Sure enough, wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance and motivation.
Ye Zhuliu carried the thing all the way to the lower level of the White Moon Mirror and put the thing in the water.
Then, in Nan Dao's surprised eyes, the wooden mechanism had some very wide rotating blade-like things sticking out from the bottom. As the sea water surged, large and small gears began to rotate. It started to run, and the wheel-like things at the bottom of the detachable wooden barrel began to rotate very quickly.
Nan Dao stood there in amazement, but saw Ye Zhuliu walking out silently. Not long after, he brought a large basin of white clothes from nowhere.
The Taoist poured all the clothes into the wooden bucket, filled it with water, and closed the lid.
Nan Dao stood there with a strange expression, looked at Ye Zhuliu and said, "Is this all right?"
Ye Zhuliu said solemnly: "Maybe it's okay, maybe I'm done."
"?"
There is something unclear about the South Island.
The Taoist said very seriously: "It should be able to be washed clean. Before making this thing, I looked through some data models in the temple. But I don't know if the clothes inside will be torn when I take them out. If there is a hole, if it is really broken, I will probably be thrown into the sea to feed the fish."
"..."
Ye Zhuliu's words made Nan Dao become nervous.
Although he is not Xie Chunxue's little man.
But when he was at the Qingtan in the Bamboo Forest, he was also ravaged by the Nine-fold Sword Cultivator.
The two stood there silently, breathing heavily for a quarter of an hour.
The Taoist stepped forward and pulled out a gear at the front.
Then the clanging sound in the barrel gradually slowed down.
It's just that the Taoist was probably too stressed. He stood there for a long time without opening the barrel, and finally looked at Nan Dao for help.
"Junior brother, how about you do me a favor?"
Nan Dao was silent, stepped forward, reached out and opened the lid.
I have to admit that fishing guys are really not suitable for wearing white clothes.
The clothes that were put in were obviously white, but the water that came out was black.
Ye Zhuliu didn't care so much, whether it was black or white, as long as the clothes could be washed on his behalf, that would be fine.
The Taoist stepped forward, took out the clothes inside, wrung them out one by one, and checked whether there were any tears.
It wasn't until he saw the last piece that the Taoist finally showed a very pleased smile.
"Junior brother, I'm done!"
"..."
Nan Dao really couldn't understand why such a great cultivator would be so excited about such a thing.
Ye Zhuliu didn't care what Nan Dao was thinking, and just wandered around the barrel again.
"But it is a bit inconvenient to wring it out by yourself. It is best to let it wash and dry by itself, drain the water, and then wring it out by yourself. This is not a problem. After all, it is fast enough and can be dried. So Maybe we just need to add a drain valve?”
Ye Zhuliu studied it thoughtfully for a long time, then carried the barrel towards the cliff.
Nan Dao stood there sadly, looking at Ye Zhuliu's back, wondering what could have caused a Taoist who once fished in the big lake to become what he is now.
The boy held an umbrella and chased after him.
It's a sigh of relief, but Nandao is indeed more interested in this thing.
After all, as we all know, people in the world generally have two hands, but he only has one hand in Nandao. If there is really a thing that allows him to wash clothes, it is probably really good.
"What's the name of this thing?"
The young man followed Ye Zhuliu's footsteps and asked sincerely.
Ye Zhuliu said very calmly: "There is no moon in Chang'an."
"?"
Nan Dao was a little confused.
...
Although Ye Zhuliu came up with a very convenient thing.
But in the afternoon, Nan Dao still saw this Taoist kneeling on the washboard.
the reason is simple.
The clothes were washed, but the Taoist got carried away and left them by the pond of White Moon Mirror, forgetting to dry them.
The young man stood on the edge of the white flower forest, looking melancholy at the Taoist who was kneeling on the washboard with a sad look on his face.
Scenes like this always make Nan Dao feel that the handsome Taoist man he saw on the bamboo forest lakeside in spring was just a dream he had.
There are no Taoists who follow the crowd.
He is just a little man who lives on a small island in the East China Sea, washing clothes for a woman who likes fishing.
Ye Zhuliu knelt until dusk fell and the white flowers were gilded, then he walked out from behind the forest with his head lowered.
The young man stood there holding an umbrella, looking at Ye Zhuliu silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Brother, I can't understand."
Ye Zhuliu was stunned for a moment, looked at Nan Dao and said, "What can't you understand?"
The young man held his sword and umbrella. The sixteen-year-old sword cultivator stood in the forest of white flowers, very pure, and said slowly: "Although my senior brother is a Taoist, it cannot be said that a man repays his kindness with a sword, and he is not willing to live his life in vain. But after all, It shouldn’t be what it is now.”
Ye Zhuliu stood there melancholy, looking at the young man in the dusk.
Probably all my heart and eyes are filled with the image of myself when I was sixteen years old.
Ye Zhuliu smiled softly, turned around, and said slowly: "Then what do you think a Taoist should be like?"
Nan Dao was somewhat silent.
He has not seen many Taoists.
Probably the one who impressed me the most was the Taoist named Mei Xiyu from Huaido.
But that Taoist also had a white flower of his own - Xu Chunhua, who was wearing a floral skirt and holding a small white umbrella.
Ye Zhuliu came over, patted the pensive young man on the shoulder, and said, "Junior brother, you still have a long way to go on the road in the world."
Nan Dao turned around and looked at Ye Zhuliu strangely, and said, "Does this have anything to do with this matter?"
Ye Zhuliu smiled softly and said, "Of course."
"for example?"
"Like we're going to have a baby."
"?"
"Then our child will find someone he/she loves and give birth to a child as well."
The Taoist stood there and laughed softly.
"Don't think reproduction is a shameful term."
In fact, for the spiritual world, reproduction has always been a word of great significance.
Just like they define monsters as creatures that transform into animals, and humans as creatures that reproduce.
The Taoist smiled slightly.
"Eternity is not an empty talk, you need to let your passion bloom like a warm spring flower, so that the world can last forever."
The young man blushed a little.
Ye Zhuliu looked towards the human world, to the north.
"So you see, your Majesty has chosen a lover for more than nine hundred years."
"Do you think that a Taoist's conformity to the Great Dao means pure cultivation?"
"Of course not."
Ye Zhuliu said softly and sighing.
"It's to listen to the spring water flowing in the mountain stream, junior brother."
The young man was a little confused. He probably didn't know what Ye Zhuliu's last words meant.
But when the young man listened to the Taoist talking about these things, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Ye Zhuliu and said with some amusement, "Senior sister, have you ever told you about me?"
Ye Zhuliu nodded seriously and said, "Of course."
The Taoist who had just finished kneeling on the washboard was still limping a little, but he looked very happy. He stepped on the falling flowers and the setting sun and walked towards the White Moon Mirror.
"You Chunshan's matter will take a long time to come. Things like the Heart of Machinery have not been studied in the past. Our research lies in the design and automation of chaotic destiny derivation. So I won't be in a hurry for a while. of."
Ye Zhuliu said, stopped and looked back at the boy.
"You are also in Donghai, and she is also in Donghai. Why don't you go and meet her?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
After a while, he said softly: "Our stories are different, senior brother."
Ye Zhuliu smiled slightly, but at this moment, the young man really felt that the appearance of Ye Zhuliu he had seen for the first time had returned.
"There's nothing different. If everything is difficult to handle, why don't we just flip the table and stop doing it?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "Brother, why do you want to tell me such a thing?"
Ye Zhuliu thought for a while, and then asked seriously: "Why did the man who rode the green bull want to leave the great road to the world?"
Of course I have seen it, I think it is very good, and I want it to be like this in the human world.
The young man said nothing more, just stood quietly in the white flower forest.
Maybe it reminds me of the time in the third month of Dafeng calendar, one thousand and three years ago.
Another piece of white flower forest in the human world that I accidentally broke into.
Ye Zhuliu did not disturb Nandao anymore and continued to return to the White Moon Mirror to study his Chang'an Missing Moon.
...
Nan Dao stood in the forest for a long time with his sword on his back, and then he realized that Xie Chunxue had appeared under a tree not far away at some point. He just looked a little strange and his face was a little red. He didn't know it was because of the glow of the East China Sea. , or because of a certain Taoist named Ye Zhuliu's unobstructed mouth.
In short, the sword in her arms was three inches out, and the sword intent flowed from it.
But in the end, looking at the young man's blank expression, he silently pushed the sword back.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Why did I feel that Senior Sister had some murderous intent just now?"
Xie Chunxue walked out from under the tree. The sunlight falling through the flowers and leaves did not hit his face anymore, but his expression remained as usual. He said calmly: "You are wrong, junior brother."
Nan Dao remained silent.
He was very sure that he was not wrong, but looking at Xie Chunxue's appearance, he was very cautious and did not continue to ask.
After a long time, Nan Dao turned back and whispered: "Sister, do you know the story on the cliff?"
Xie Chunxue walked to the boy's side and looked down at the boy under the umbrella. The sixteen-year-old boy was actually not short anymore, but he was still a little shorter than Xie Chunxue.
"No."
Xie Chunxue looked at it for a while, then turned his head and looked at the dusk together.
“But some things can’t be known until you see them.”
"A young man ran all the way from Lingnan to the East China Sea, but finally left there in a hurry. He probably gave up something after all."
Nan Dao said softly: "Why can't it be that my level is too low and I can't walk up that high cliff?"
Xie Chunxue chuckled lightly and said: "How come you can't walk up that high cliff? People like you were born to be on the cliff - I know that such a sentence is unpleasant to hear. At the time, I and I Lu Xiaoer once said that the greatest joy of life lies in all the unknowns. Only when you know life can you feel the surprise of life. Only when you know death can you abandon fear. But in the world, if you know it, you know it. There is no It is necessary to deceive yourself.”
"Besides, even if you can't walk up, can't she come down? When His Majesty and Master had a stalemate in the East China Sea, Your Majesty once looked under the cliff. On a certain day, it was probably the day when you were about to reach the East China Sea. On that day, the person on the cliff turned the sword intention into a sword, forcing His Majesty to retreat. Many people in Donghai Town know this."
Xie Chunxue turned to look at Nan Dao and said slowly: "So you said that some stories cannot be known without seeing them. Is it reasonable?"
Nan Dao sighed and said, "I thought senior sister only knew how to fish."
Xie Chunxue smiled slightly, "How many fishermen are idiots? As long as you calm down and think about things in the world, there will always be nothing you can't understand. Fishing people often sit quietly, which is much more useful than Taoist meditation. .”
Nan Dao was silent.
What Xie Chunxue said is certainly true.
But the last sentence is probably the fishing guy's boastful words.
The young man pretended not to have heard.
The two stood in the Baihua Forest for a long time before Nan Dao said, "So Senior Sister also thinks I should go to Gaoya?"
Xie Chunxue said with a smile: "I didn't say that. Ye Zhuliu was kneeling on the washboard too much, which damaged his brain. Although the authorities are confused and bystanders are clear, it is only the interests of bystanders, and of course it cannot replace the authority. people."
The woman in white was holding a sword and walking slowly along the path of the White Flower Floating Island.
"Some people devote their lives to gods and ghosts, some seek peace throughout their lives, some pursue lust, and some pursue the truth. Things in the world have never been what I think they should be. I am a worldly person, but I am only a thousand of them. One in ten thousand.”
"What you want to do, of course, depends on you."
Nan Dao looked at this disciple of the Human Sword Sect from two hundred years ago for a long time.
"Where's Senior Sister?"
Xie Chunxue stopped, held the sword and smiled slightly, and said, "Didn't I say that before?"
Nan Dao was stunned, somewhat confused as to what Xie Chunxue was talking about.
Xie Chunxue stood on the island where the dusk fell in the East China Sea, lowered her head and smiled softly.
"I am a well-known good wife and mother in the world."
Nan Dao was silent.
After a long time, the young man said with great sincerity: "If I hadn't been watching Senior Brother Ye kneel on the washboard every day for these days, I might have really believed your lies, Senior Sister."
Xie Chunxue just smiled slightly and looked back at the boy under the umbrella. At this moment, Xie Chunxue looked indeed very gentle.
"It's just that you don't understand."
Looking at the dazzling yet soft light in Xie Chunxue's eyes, the young man felt a little confused for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he asked sincerely: "What do I not understand?"
Xie Chunxue turned back and looked at the white moon mirror that was still shining brightly in the dusk.
"If one day I no longer let him wash my clothes or kneel on the washboard..."
Xie Chunxue lowered his head and said softly: "You won't be able to see the light in my eyes."
Nan Dao stood there thoughtfully.
However, Xie Chunxue laughed softly again and said, "Besides, do you think this person who is very likely to become the master of a temple in the future doesn't know that he has washed clothes but not hung them to dry?"
Nan Dao stood there in a daze, probably this was something he couldn't understand.
Yes.
How could Ye Zhuliu not know?
Just like when the three of them first arrived, Xie Chunxue was already waiting in the white flower forest.
But Ye Zhuliu still dropped the basin of unfinished clothes and ran out.
Xie Chunxue is Xie Chaoyu's great-grandmother. It is of course better for Xie Chunxue to come to see her than to see Ye Zhuliu here in Queyimen.
