"Huh?"

How do I have a premonition of falling into the pit again!

But even if I tried my best to talk about it, my great-grandfather refused to say another word, only saying that he would know later, and he would naturally understand when the time came. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then I couldn't be happier, because my great-grandfather was done with his business, and he was going to say goodbye to me.

In fact, he expressed the same meaning just now, and now I realize what he means by "people and ghosts have different paths".

My great-grandfather and I belong to our own worlds, and it's not that I can't understand it.

But my great-grandfather also said something about it: he appeared to "end everything".

In other words, from now on, he and I will no longer have any interaction or intersection.

This makes me very unhappy.

In a person's life, the plot of goodbye is always repeated, and maybe no one can be happy when they part.

Next, it's time to meet Song Lao.

My great-grandfather said he would go, and he didn't drag the mud and water at all.

We came out of the fish clothes space and returned to the small courtyard of Jin Shun's house, and Song Lao had been waiting for a long time.

Moreover, Wang Xinmei and the others are not there.

I'm afraid this was specially arranged by Song Lao, asking them to avoid it first.

In this regard, Song Lao briefly explained a few words, saying that Uncle Xuanzhen was here, and it coincided with the market day in Jiangjia Village, so everyone went shopping with her.

Well, that's a good reason indeed.

As I was about to be separated from my great-grandfather, I was suddenly reluctant to let go and sit in here.

And my great-grandfather and Song Lao didn't ask me to avoid it.

The conversation between the great-grandfather and Song Lao began with the appreciation of a painting.

I recognized at a glance that this painting was from Uncle Xuanzhen's handwriting, and the content of the painting was several lotus leaves and a stalk.

Let's see what my great-grandfather said?

Great-grandfather only glanced at it and said, "Good drawing." One flower and one world, the idea just fits my state of mind, which shows that I am very attentive. ”

"Well, anyway, this is my forbidden place, so I just want to say a few more words. ”

"Ah, confinement?"

I was shocked and thought I had heard it wrong!

But now it's hard to interject, so I can only listen attentively, and I don't dare to miss even a word.

I only heard Song Lao humbly say: "This is made by a little girl, and I am deeply honored to be commented by my predecessors." ”

Great-grandfather also nodded and said, "Well, at first glance, it looks like a woman's pen power painting style." ”

"Specifically, from the spell itself, with your and my realm and vision, the level of this painting is not very good, and it is even inferior to Jiang Heng.

But from the perspective of painting, it is really amazingly talented and terrifying!

You are inferior to her, and I am inferior to her. ”

Song Lao also agreed with his great-grandfather's evaluation.

At the same time, it may also have the meaning of dispelling my worries, he said: "How dare the little girl be generous in terms of magic!"

"As far as the magic is concerned, if it weren't for the seniors who voluntarily chose to retreat, what prohibition could the people of the world have to trap the famous Jiang Hate?"

Great-grandfather laughed, acquiescing to this statement.

Now I understood that my great-grandfather had apparently chosen a secluded lifestyle in the name of retreat.

And his destination is what he calls a world of flowers.

Is this what he calls "ending everything"?

It must be.

He used his "surrender" to give everyone an explanation, and I am afraid that he also has the idea of exchanging a free life for me.

Alas, life is really everywhere!

It seems that this is the price that Song Lao promised to cooperate, and his great-grandfather must pay.

I couldn't be happier.

Let's think my great-grandfather had his responsibility, but I still have concerns.

I think my great-grandfather was a little wishful thinking.

According to experience, things often do not change by the will of the individual, and even with the strength of the great-grandfather's reality, he could not do everything as he wanted.

He wanted the strife to end in his hands, but he didn't have to.

For example, will the Huangquan Yin family make a comeback?

For another example, can the Wumen behind Yang Yingcui really obey Song Lao's arrangement?

Also, after the seclusion of the great-grandfather, will some people behave more unscrupulously?

However, these thoughts only flashed in my heart, and I had no intention of getting embarrassed in front of my elders.

You can't always rely on someone else's care.

My great-grandfather seemed to see through my thoughts, and he said, "I just closed my own door, and the whole world is yours from now on."

In fact, if an old guy like me didn't get in the way, you would be more handy. Young people are afraid that they are not enterprising, and they are afraid of being overly dependent. ”

......

Great-grandfather finally finished all the things he wanted to say.

Next, he had to discuss some specific matters with Song Lao about his self-confinement.

It's time for me to avoid it.

For this reason, Song Lao specially took me to his space study, and befriended me: I can flip through his books at will.

I said I wanted to see the sage notebook of the Daomen, okay?

Song Lao replied briskly: "Of course you can!"

That's why I was able to really calm down and read at night.

Through this book, a continent that he could never have imagined began to slowly unfold in front of him, and a magnificent and long and vast picture completely captured his heart.

In a "Records of the Water and Mountains of the Flowers", it is written: The land of the flowers is more than 30,000 miles wide, north and south, the north and south are narrowly harvested and the east and west are bulging, such as Peng birds gathering their wings and standing up, like flowers want to bloom......

Obviously, it is the origin of the name of the Continent of Flowers, but I don't know why it is not called "Pengniao Continent" but "Continent of Flowers"?

In another "Journey to the East", it is recorded that the human race is in the northwest and the fish-people live in the southwest, and the two occupy eight or nine tenths of their land; from north to south, eastward, its vertical belt is divided into 18 barbarians and barbarians. All are the relics of the human race, and the flowers are the place where the world lives; there is no size in the land, there are no many people and widows, all are brothers, and the world is a family.

I especially care about this kind of world feeling.

It seems that a long time ago, all the ethnic groups on the mainland were one family, and the reason why they were able to live in harmony was that they upheld the concept that 'there is no size in the land, and there is no number or widow in the race'.

I have been amazed more than once: this world is so big, so big!

So how remarkable is the person who wrote this page: he can not only travel far, but also meditate on the ancients, and can also pass on the pen from generation to generation. What kind of people are these people, who are willing to follow them on a journey of thousands of miles and a sigh for a thousand years!

I vaguely felt that before this, was I too petty because I was confined to one time and one place?

It was time to get out of a small place and into a larger world, which he had always wanted but couldn't find an exit to, and now the portal had opened.

The key is whether I have the determination and courage to take the first step, and whether I can let go of those loved ones and the people I love.

I do not know.

After all, I grew up in the Ghost Gate, and although I agree with the concept of Taoism, I may not be able to do it in practice. (To be continued.) )