No one knows what happened between Lu Xiaosan and Chu Waist that day.

I only knew that Lu Xiaosan quickly ran back that day.

Then he left the canyon with Le Chaotian.

Le Chaotian later joked, So did you give your little Xiangxiang sister a punch, and then watch her cry for a long time.

Lu Xiaosan laughed and said that it was natural, but she didn't cry, but she still liked me very much and hugged me.

Le Chaotian kept staring at the little boy's movements when Lu Xiaosan was talking about these things.

As a result, Lu Xiaosan neither covered his buttocks, nor did he make other subconscious movements.

Didn't this kid really get beaten?

Le Chaotian also felt incredible.

It's just that what Lu Xiaosan said can't be taken seriously.

It's just that Le Chaotian didn't go to see what happened that day.

The most fascinating thing about some stories is that you never know what happened to them.

The more confusing, the more fascinating it is.

When Le Chaotian left the canyon, he didn't greet Wu Da Long and Lu Xiaoxiao.

Both of them were busy accepting new disciples, and they really didn't remember that the two had left for a while.

Until one day later, Lu Xiaowu found a few bloody swords in the Sword Sect, and he was very frightened, when he was scurrying around like a frightened duck in the Little White Sword Sect.

Lu Xiaoxiao angrily took the swords that were obviously drenched with pig's blood and went up to find Lu Xiaosan.

I almost blew up my brother's ass last time, and now I want to scare my brother into a madman.

Okay, okay, Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosan, I don't think your ass is good!

Lu Xiaoxiao was very angry and rolled up his sleeves all the way through the mountain road and walked towards the canyon.

Then at this time, she saw the parting message that Le Chaotian and Lu Xiaosan had left at the door of the small building, and was about to be blown away by the wind.

- Master!! Uncle Le and I went to the end of the world!!

Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned at that time, stood in a daze for a long time, and then raised his hand to take down the piece of paper that was pinned to the crack of the door of the small building with a peach blossom.

There is very little handwriting on the note.

But for some reason, the thirty-year-old woman was there watching over and over again.

Lu Xiaoxiao finally put down the sword in his hand, did not push open the door of the small building, took the peach blossoms and notes that were still not dead, walked to the edge of the cliff outside the building, and sat down there.

The emotions on his face kept changing.

Sometimes it's like a reluctant lament, and sometimes it's like a gratifying joy.

In the end, as if he had figured everything out, Lu Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, put the note into his arms, and the peach blossom was inserted on the edge of the cliff.

Of course, the world is very big, and you can go and see it.

But ah.

Don't forget to come back!

is not only Lu Xiaosan, but also Lu Xiaoer, Nandao, and Le Chaotian.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the world from afar.

.......

Lu Xiaoer didn't know that Lu Xiaosan had also left Lingnan with Le Chaotian.

He didn't know that the few swords he hid didn't scare Lu Xiaosan, but instead scared Lu Xiaowu, causing Lu Xiaosan to become the culprit in Lu Xiaosan's heart.

The boy was still fighting with the fish in the lake.

As January drew to a close, the third day of Lu Xiaoer's promise to Nandao, the little boy finally caught a fish in the lake again.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer's way of getting this fish is very strange.

Lu Xiaoer carried a sword in the lake and chased it all the way, and then the fish jumped.

With a crisp thud, it crashed into the bottom of a leaf-like boat.

Then Lu Xiaoer saw that the Taoist Ye Zhuliu stretched out his hand on the edge of the boat and fished the fish.

Lu Xiaoer hurriedly swam up from the water and stuck his head out of the boat where Ye Zhuliu was holding the shiny black fishing rod.

"This is my fish!"

Lu Xiaoer said anxiously.

Today is the third day, and there has been no fish to bite his butt again, although Uncle Shi obviously does not blame himself, but after all, he boasted about Haikou at the beginning.

In the future, everyone will say that he Lu Xiaoer is a person who does not believe in his words and does not succeed.

Ye Zhuliu sat at the head of the boat and looked up at the sky, although it was said that the sunset was infinitely good, it was just near dusk.

But what did Twilight do wrong?

Ye Zhuliu lowered his head in the twilight, looked at Lu Xiaoer with a soft smile, and said, "Naturally, it's your fish, it's just for you to pick it up." ”

Lu Xiaoer breathed a sigh of relief, floated beside the boat, stretched out his hand and climbed the edge of the boat, and then climbed up exhausted, holding the Xiwu sword and lying in the stern.

After a long time, the little boy sat up, looked at the fish lying motionless in the boat, and said a little strangely: "This is dead?" ”

Ye Zhuliu stood at the bow of the boat and looked at his fishing rod, and said without looking back: "It's just that I fainted." ”

It's just that even if you just knock you out, it's an extremely strange thing.

Why did I chase it for three days and didn't catch it, but on the last day, it hit Ye Zhuliu's boat headlong and was knocked unconscious?

Ye Zhuliu didn't look back, but as if he knew what Lu Xiaoer was thinking, he just smiled softly.

"Are you doubting its fate?"

Lu Xiaoer sat there with his sword in his arms, looking at Ye Zhuliu and thinking that this can also be fateful?

But the little boy held the sword and thought there for a long time, then looked at Ye Zhuliu with a frown and said, "Isn't it strange? ”

Ye Zhuliu didn't speak for a long time, until the boat drifted some distance in the lake, and the two of them drifted from one cloud to another.

This Taoist from the missing sect raised the fishing rod, and of course the fishing rod that looked very delicate may not be rewarded.

Ye Zhuliu indifferently faced the day when there was no fish, put away the fishing rod, put it on the side of the boat, and then looked at Lu Xiaoer with a smile and said, "Even this fish itself doesn't know its fate, how do you know what its fate looks like?" ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned, of course, not because he suddenly realized it as if he had been empowered.

I just think it's weird.

So he sat in the stern of the boat, held his hands and thought for a long time, and then said, "There is a grass growing on the side of the road, and the roots are growing in the stone. It's just something curious, and it shouldn't have anything to do with fate. ”

Ye Zhuliu laughed softly: "All emotions come from the difference in perception of their fate. You feel curious, because you think that its fate should not be like this, if you see a grass and just think that it is a grass, if you see a fish and just think that it is a fish, and you don't care why it grows on a rock, why it crashes into the boat, this is something that has nothing to do with fate, it is just an instinct of cognition. ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time, and after a long time, he muttered, "It seems that this is indeed the case?" ”

The boat was drifting towards the bamboo forest on the opposite bank, and Lu Xiaoer probably didn't even notice it, in fact, he had already swam far away chasing the fish in the lake.

Ye Zhuliu sat at the bow of the boat and looked at the twilight scenery flowing slowly in the world, and said with a smile: "So for you, this matter is actually very simple - you have caught a fish, that's all." ”

The definition of fishing is naturally broad.

When you go out fishing, drinking lake water can be called a full load, not to mention that Lu Xiaoer really has a fish.

Lu Xiaoer nodded thoughtfully, the boat was getting closer and closer to the bamboo forest, and there was a sparse shadow of evening clouds hanging in the forest. The little boy suddenly thought of a question again, looked at Ye Zhuliu and said, "Didn't you catch a fish?" Why did you come to the bamboo forest again today? ”

Ye Zhuliu looked at the depths of the bamboo forest and said softly, "Because I am waiting for my fate." ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't know what this meant, but he still said, "Aren't you missing a major overhaul?" Shouldn't you just look at your fate? ”

The boat stopped at the edge of the bamboo forest, and the lake by the forest had a green color.

Lu Xiaoer didn't wait for Ye Zhuliu's answer, so he stood up, walked over and picked up his fish, jumped ashore, proudly carrying the sword on one side and the fish on the other, and walked along the path.

At this time, Ye Zhuliu's voice came from the lake.

"There are some fates that cannot be seen."

Lu Xiaoer turned his head and saw Ye Zhuliu sitting quietly at the head of the boat, smiling and talking.

"If you see it, someone will be angry and angry, and fate will not go in this direction."

Lu Xiaoer always felt that this sentence was a bit familiar.

Standing on the edge of the bamboo forest and thinking for a long time, he remembered that this was more than ten days ago, when he asked Ye Zhuliu how long it would take him and his uncle to leave here, Ye Zhuliu replied.

So this time, what is Ye Zhuliu talking about?

Last time, did Ye Zhuliu know that everything was today?

If you don't have a door, you can't seem to think about it forever.

Lu Xiaoer didn't know why, sighed, and said, "Okay, then I wish my seniors, all my wishes come true, and all the best." ”

Ye Zhuliu raised his eyebrows, and then said with a soft smile: "Thank you." ”

Lu Xiaoer turned around, didn't think about anything else, and walked towards the Qingtan very happily with the fish.

"Senior, this time I really caught a fish!"

This scene also seems familiar.

It's just that today's Xie Chunxue is not on the cliff, but stands at the pass under the cliff with Nandao, holding the sword and leaning on the falling overhangs to watch the sunset.

Lu Xiaoer walked over with the fish a little strangely, stood behind the two of them and looked at them for a long time, and said, "Senior, uncle, what are you doing?" ”

Xie Chunxue turned her head with a smile, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "It's nothing, it's just a discussion of life ideals, love and peace and the like." Did you catch a fish? ”

Although Lu Xiaoer felt that this sentence had some knowingly questioning meaning, he still raised the fish in his hand a little, and said in a self-questioning and self-answering style unique to fishing: "More than nine catties, caught in the lake." ”

Just after saying that, I felt as if something was wrong.

But suddenly fell into the pride of a fish weighing more than nine catties, and Lu Xiaoer didn't remember what was wrong.

Xie Chunxue looked at the little boy who was extremely proud of the fish in front of him, and laughed softly: "Awesome." ”

Lu Xiaoer thought to himself that my uncle is Nandao, of course I have to be powerful.

Although he doesn't know what his uncle has to do with his nephew.

Nandao had been there watching the twilight silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Xiaoer handed the fish in his hand to Xie Chunxue, and then said, "Can we go now?" ”

Xie Chunxue looked at the little boy who was still wet with lake water in his clothes, and said, "Or you can stay." ”

Lu Xiaoer shook his head very sincerely.

Although it's really good here, fishing and nesting, and talking about fate with the Taoist who lacks a door.

But he, Lu Xiaoer, is not a person who is happy and doesn't think about Lingnan here.

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao again and asked, "Uncle Shi, shall we leave now?" ”

Nandao, who was standing under the umbrella of the pass, turned his head in the twilight, looked at Lu Xiaoer and thought about it, and said, "Okay." ”

Lu Xiaoer ran back to the hut by the pool, took his umbrella, and then followed Nandao's footsteps.

Of course, I didn't forget to say goodbye to Xie Chunxue.

Xie Chunxue stood there with a smile, watching the two teenagers go away, and the fish in her hand came to her senses at this time.

If it could speak, it would probably be at a loss.

Who am I, where am I, and what fate am I going to face?

Of course, it's to go up the knife mountain and down to the sea of fire, and become a delicious fish belly, my dear.

Xie Chunxue smiled and looked down at the fish in her hand.

Then he turned his head to look at the bamboo forest, maybe it was not the bamboo forest, but the big lake behind the bamboo forest.

There was a young Taoist on the lake.

......

Lu Xiaoer looked at the spring color of Yichuan that finally opened up in front of him, but finally remembered why he felt that something was wrong before.

Xie Chunxue used a simple question to make the little boy forget his previous doubts and focus on such a fish.

So what were my uncle and Xie Chunxue's predecessors talking about before?

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao under the umbrella on the side and asked this question very sincerely.

Nandao seemed to ponder for a long time before he said cautiously: "Life, ideals, love, and peace." ”

“......”

Lu Xiaoer was silent.

It's just that he soon remembered a lot of things, such as the Taoist Ye Zhuliu, such as his uncle and the woman on the cliff in the East China Sea, such as some stories that Xie Chunxue told him.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he stopped on the path of the spring breeze Pingchuan.

"So you're talking about love!"

Nandao probably didn't expect that Lu Xiaoer would really be able to guess the content of the conversation in the twilight, but he also glanced at the twelve-year-old boy next to him with some surprise and nodded.

"Yes."

Lu Xiaoer was sincerely afraid and respectful.

In the eyes of a twelve-year-old boy, the love that the sixteen-year-old uncle talked about is naturally sacred and distant.

The little boy stopped there, carried the sword in his arms behind him, and then interlaced his fingers, and looked curiously at the South Island walking calmly ahead with open eyes.

"Uncle Shi."

"Huh?"

Nandao turned his head and looked at Lu Xiaoer, his eyebrows were clear, and the young man's face was full of longing.

"What is love?"

Nandao stopped silently and watched the flowers of the Pingchuan meadows in the distance.

He actually wanted to say, I'm sorry, Lu Xiaoer, I can't answer this question because I'm a rookie dog.

It's impossible to tell him that this is love, love is infinite.

The sixteen-year-old boy fell into deep thought, and was reminded by Lu Xiaoer's question of those stupid things in March last year.

Nandao thought for a long time before he said slowly: "It's Hua Chunzhi, Evening Wind and Cloud, Dark Fragrance Butterfly, Dusk Moon." ”

Nandao was very satisfied with his answer.

A sixteen-year-old boy probably can't say anything very profound.

Everything is ignorant, just like the hazy and distant longing in Lu Xiaoer's eyes.

Lu Xiaoer thought seriously for a long time and said, "These are all things that sound good, but what does it have to do with love?" ”

Nandao was stunned there, as if Lu Xiaoer's question had also woken him up, and looked at the pictures in the distance where the branches were full of spring, the wind blew the evening clouds, the butterflies smelled the dark fragrance, and the moon shone at dusk, and then said with a soft smile.

"Yes, because it's all beautiful things."

......

A quarter of an hour ago.

When Lu Xiaoer was still talking to Ye Zhuliu about fate and other ominous things.

Xie Chunxue asked Nandao a question.

The woman in her two hundreds, dressed in white and carrying the sword of snow jade, looked at the young man in front of her very sincerely.

"Did you know that the man on the cliff is a thousand years old?"

Nandao whispered, "Yes." ”

Xie Chunxue looked at the sixteen-year-old boy in front of him very strangely.

Nandao turned his head and didn't look at Xie Chunxue, just at the twilight outside the pass.

"But does it matter?"

Nandao probably also had some shame that his mind was exposed, and he simply broke the jar and broke it.

"But she's just good-looking, I just like it!"

No matter how unspeakable the South Island is about the stupid stories of last year.

But this boy will never forget the trembling of the moment when he saw the woman in the white dress in the corridor where the white orchid petals fell one after another when he was fifteen years old.

Xie Chunxue laughed softly on the side and said, "Yes." Uncle Qiushui's daughter is naturally also very good-looking in the world. ”

For a teenager, this is obviously enough.

Nandao's face was a rare little smug with a young man's appearance.

Xie Chunxue didn't ask any more, just smiled slightly and looked at the twilight in the world.

She and Qiushui, in front of such a young man and such a Taoist, may be the same existence as twilight in the world.

It is a long story that has passed through the years and slowly precipitated in the world.

But so what?

Why isn't twilight beautiful?

The moon shines at dusk, and it is naturally a great scene in the world.

A two-hundred-year-old woman and a sixteen-year-old boy stood quietly in the pass at the bottom of the cliff, waiting for the young boy to return from fishing.

The conversation was short-lived and clear.

Even Xie Chunxue didn't say anything about her story.

But those things were very clear in the questions that asked the boy with some apprehension.

Naturally, everyone is repeatedly indulged in the contradiction between sobriety and struggle.

Sometimes the simple logic of teenagers may not be able to give an answer to some complex questions.

Why be the same age?

Xie Chunxue thought with a smile.