Luo Xiangzhu held the branch with a serious expression, fearing that Ye Wumian would not be able to understand her sword moves later, so he added: "This is Yu Shaobao's "Lime Song" sword technique.
Sister Yu Zhui specializes in marksmanship, but admires Shaobao's loyalty. She learned a few swordsmanships and passed them all to me. You are so happy to watch, I will open your eyes! "
After saying that, she thought carefully and recalled it, then waved the branch in her hand and danced the "Lime Song" sword technique from beginning to end according to the routine.
Although her movements were not very smooth, a little clumsy in some places, and the actual combat effect was almost zero, her serious look made Ye Wumian feel her heart aching.
The words of rejection are really unspeakable.
The setting sun is gradually embraced by the hills, and the colors of the sky blend together.
For a brief moment, in a certain corner of the sky, white, yellow, red, and blue were as complicated as some people's hearts.
After a while, the sky turned dark.
Ye Wumian felt that there could be no further delay.
"Miss, I have served you since I was a child. I understand your situation best."
Ye Wumian sniffed.
I don't know why, but I have some runny nose. Maybe it's from the cold. I just blame the winter sun for being too weak.
"You read the "Collected Commentary on the Four Books" when you were very young, and you can memorize the Four Books backwards and forwards. Logically speaking, if you can do this, you will most likely be able to develop Confucian internal strength, but you haven't.
Until now, you still don’t have the inner strength of Confucianism. "
Ye Wumian watched her head sink gradually, feeling a little unbearable, but continued: "Later, you read the Tao Te Ching, Mozi, Han Feizi, and even the Buddhist scriptures of Zen, Tantra, and Pure Land Sect. , this time I also read books by military strategists.
Unfortunately, the corresponding internal forces are not produced in your body. "
Luo Xiangzhu raised his head and interrupted him: "Amian, what's the purpose of saying this? Are you laughing at me and despising me for being dull and having extremely poor qualifications?"
Ye Wumian had no such intention in his mind.
He had a clear conscience and had no intention of forcing her to give in by pretending to argue.
He held her hand tightly and said: "Miss, I have been immersed in Buddhist scriptures for a long time, and gradually I believe one thing. Do you want to listen?"
Luo Xiangzhu said: "What do you gradually believe? You don't match your words with your words. Your thoughts jump too fast. I can't keep up with you.
If you want to say it, please wait until you think about it before you say it! "
As expected, Ye Wumian waited for a while, and after seeing that her face looked better, he said: "I gradually believe that everything is destined to be good.
If you can't generate internal strength, it's not because you have poor talent, but because God is designing another journey for you. "
He explained: "I have internal strength and martial arts, so I should run on the road to find out the cause of my master's death; you don't have martial arts, but you have read so many books, so you should sit at home and receive all the information I pass on to you. , analyze them one by one, and give me some guidance when I am in the game."
He sighed deeply and wanted to show her his heart and prove that his feelings were not false: "Miss, my master's death is so strange. It is still a mystery to this day, not to mention that the authorities are confused.
One of the two of us must be on the outside, in order to have any possibility of finding the truth in this complicated search. "
Luo Xiangzhu looked at him with wide eyes, already looking like he was about to cry, but he, before realizing it, still continued: "You said that I dislike you, and you want to get involved. Miss, there are many ways to get involved. , you sit in the back and analyze the situation. This way of participation is as important as me running in the front.
A group of generals went to the battlefield. They were all brave and clamoring for battle. However, in a battle, it is impossible for everyone to be the vanguard. There always needs to be someone to guard the rear army and someone to look after the food and grass... Miss, I don’t know. Is what is said already clear? "
He looked at Luo Xiangzhu, and her tears fell silently at this moment, as cold as the rain in the middle of winter. His nose followed closely, and his entire face was almost covered with tears.
She choked and said: "You hero, you want to get into the game yourself, but you don't let me in. You are so heroic, but also so hateful!"
She pointed at Ye Wumian, word by word, as if she was accusing: "You always say that you don't trust me to go on an uncertain journey with you, but how can I never trust you and let you go on a dangerous journey alone? !”
"Your heart is made of flesh, and other people's hearts are made of stone, right?!"
Ye Wumian's heart trembled suddenly, and he felt a sense of desolation that he almost lost the most precious thing, which turned into a sharp cone, stabbing his heart hard and hard.
Since the drastic changes in the Luo family, he has always considered issues from his own perspective, being self-righteous and even moved by himself. But I never thought that Luo Xiangzhu would have his own thoughts, worries and fears.
Perhaps, her thoughts were not that comprehensive, and her fears were even unfounded.
But in essence, they are equal to Wuxian's thoughts and are worthy of respect. You should listen, understand, and give a space for free expression.
They come from a noble soul.
After Luo Xiangzhu said those words, he covered his face and ran away, probably because he was afraid that he would see her crying and be laughed at.
Ye Wumian stood there as if he had lost his soul, unable to move for a long time.
The setting sun reached almost the same level as the horizon.
The sun at this time is the least scorching, but the most harsh. It pierces people's eyes, pierces people's hearts, pierces people's whole body, and makes them feel uncomfortable everywhere.
Ye Wumian wanted to run over, hug Luo Xiangzhu and cry.
But what about after crying?
After crying, this bleak life will eventually have to continue to be faced.
We need to make connections at Black Elk Peak, so our trip to Mount Lushan cannot be delayed any longer.
Do you really want to take the young lady with you on such a long journey?
The small Black Elk Peak has only Zhang Daqiu, who is in the realm of normal passage, and almost makes the young lady doomed. In the future, Li Daqiu, who is in the realm of reverse passage, and even Wang Daqiu, who is in the realm of reverse passage and above, may end up at some point. Click, pop up somewhere...
How to deal with it then?
"Miss, Miss, my heart's secret cry is the music played by your heartfelt cry.
Can you hear this song? "
The night completely climbed up to the treetops. A moon grew on the tree, and the branches and leaves were staggered. The moon was so clear that it looked beautiful and round.
The moon tonight is very round, the kind of round that should not be round but is round.
Sleepless and unwilling to admire the moon, I walked to the door that Luo Xiangzhu pushed open and ran in, and knocked, and knocked again.
"I don't want to see you right now. But if you want to leave without saying goodbye, I will leave my harsh words here. I only have one sentence, which is also what my mother once said. Yes, it is also what Zheng Zhuanggong said to his mother:
I will never see you again until I reach the underworld! "
Ye Wumian was about to turn around when Luo Xiangzhu's words rushed out through the window lattice.
