The hot pot is, of course, cabbage vermicelli.

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo were taken to those white-flowered floating islands by Ye Zhuliu early in the morning.

As for Le Chaotian, he had already gone there a long time ago.

Two teenagers and girls who had slept for a while walked on those white flower paths, and there was already some hot breath in the early morning sea breeze.

Lu Xiaosan was very curious and walked through a large forest of lush white flowers, and a not very wide open space appeared in front of him.

About a zhang square.

In the middle is a low stone platform, on which is a steaming copper hot pot, and there is a pot of wine and a plate of meat on the side.

Le Chaotian was squatting on the side of a small pool brought in to wash some stone bowls and dishes,

And the other Taoist who didn't look smiling was tearing some cabbage that he didn't know where to get it.

There are also some sweet potato vermicelli soaked on the side.

The white flowers are scattered like snow.

Lu Xiaosan looked at the old Taoist who was tearing cabbage in amazement.

Is this person lacking a master divination operator?

The little boy was a little restrained for a moment, and stayed at the edge of the clearing with the pine cone.

As for the young Taoist Ye Zhuliu, when he brought the two of them here, he had already left.

Le Chaotian washed the dishes there, turned his head to look at the two people who stopped on the side, but smiled softly, and said, "It's almost good, you guys go and sit down first." ”

"Okay, uncle."

Today's uncle is extraordinarily sincere.

Lu Xiaosan pulled the pine cone with a sigh of relief, and ran to the side of the hot pot and sat upright.

A cabbage vermicelli hot pot in the white flower forest naturally doesn't take long to prepare.

There are probably only some simple seasonings added to the hot pot, and the base soup is very clear, and it does not have the appearance of the brightly colored hot pot that I ate at the beginning.

Lu Xiaosan looked down at the circle of hot pot soup, but he could clearly see that his face was reflected in it, and there was a white flower on his head that fell on it at some point.

The pine cone on the side probably saw it too, so he reached out and took it for him.

Le Chaotian laughed with the divination operator.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother would have some noodles here."

It's normal for a senior brother to have vermicelli.

But the lack of a vermicelli is probably a strange thing.

Bu Zhuanzi just whispered: "I probably know that you will come to eat such a hot pot one day." ”

Le Chaotian laughed softly and put the stack of dishes on the low platform.

"Then it seems that Senior Brother has indeed waited for a lot of spring and autumn."

"Yes."

Lu Xiaosan looked at the emotional smile on Le Chaotian's face, and then looked up at the old Taoist who was sitting there tearing cabbage.

This is probably a story that has been waiting for many years.

Le Chaotian also sat down on the side of the low platform, didn't say anything, put the soaked noodles into the pot, and then held the chopsticks horizontally with both hands, and then waited there with a slight smile, like a teenager full of expectations.

It's like when I ate that cabbage vermicelli hot pot with the boy under the umbrella in the small building.

The old man's cabbage was torn slowly.

Le Chaotian waited for a long time, looked at the two people sitting next to him who were a little restrained, and said softly with a smile: "Senior brother, isn't the cabbage okay yet?" ”

The old Taoist also laughed for some reason, and said softly, "Okay." ”

So the torn cabbage was served.

The four of them finally sat down at the steaming pot.

Probably because Le Chaotian finally had that kind of smile again, Lu Xiaosan was in a much more relaxed mood, looking at the old Taoist who put cabbage in the pot, he thought about it, but asked, "You are the predecessor of the fortune operator?" ”

Lu Xiaosan finally had no guts.

Bu Zhuanzi looked at the little boy with a gourd sword on his back, and he also smiled lightly.

"Yes."

Lu Xiaosan finally got a conclusive answer and took a deep breath.

Of course, this is the great predecessor of the Daomen.

Unlike the old dog of the grass for the firefly, although the lack of one does not ask about the world, it is also in the world after all.

A big senior in the world, of course, is more deterrent.

So Lu Xiaosan also grabbed his chopsticks and sat there upright.

Le Chaotian looked at the little boy with a smile and said, "Why are you so quiet today?" ”

This is probably a bit knowingly asked.

Lu Xiaosan said sincerely: "I've always been quiet, you must be mistaken, Lu Xiaoer is the one who is naughty, uncle." ”

Le Chaotian just laughed softly, but he didn't break through the little boy's disguise.

A forest of white flowers fell slowly, like a courtyard covered by snow.

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo were still restrained, and Le Chaotian didn't say anything to his senior brother, just like countless hot pots many years ago.

Naturally, familiar people rarely have a lot to say, and when it snows heavily, there is probably nothing interesting to do.

The only thing that is lively is the hot pot boiling on the stove.

The four of them ate the hot pot quietly and drank some wine.

Finally, after being a little drunk, the young man's true nature was revealed again.

Lu Xiaosan's head was a little dizzy after drinking half a glass of wine in one gulp, so he looked at the old Taoist and asked with a smile while snorting the noodles in the bowl: "I want to ask my seniors a question." ”

The divination operator sat upright, holding the cabbage in the pot.

"I don't know."

Probably the old Taoist knows everything, and he doesn't know anything.

Lu Xiaosan sighed very melancholy and said, "How could the seniors not know? ”

Bu Operator smiled faintly.

"Why should you say it too clearly about the youth? At the age of eleven or twelve, he saw his whole life to the end, which is never a good thing. ”

Lu Xiaosan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Then wait until I'm seventy or eighty to ask you?" ”

Le Chaotian laughed softly: "By the time you are seventy or eighty, my senior brother will have already turned into loess." ”

Lu Xiaosan thought that it seemed to be true, so the little boy said more sincerely: "Then the senior might as well leave some prophecies and bury them on this island, and wait until the future, how about I come and see?" ”

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows, probably thinking it was very interesting, so he turned his head to look at the old Taoist sitting opposite, and said with a smile: "What do you think, senior brother?" ”

Bu Operator didn't refuse, but said softly: "That's okay." ”

So Lu Xiaosan stood up, ran to a short distance and staggered a small stone slab, and moved it to the side of the divination operator, who glanced at the little boy calmly, and then there was a rhyme on his fingertips.

Lu Xiaosan only felt as if he was in a trance in a drunken trance, and for a moment, the divination operator had already finished writing something.

The little boy subconsciously looked towards the stone slab, but unfortunately it was covered with a layer of Taoist rhyme, and he couldn't see anything.

The old Taoist returned the slate to Lu Xiaosan and smiled slightly.

"Go ahead and bury it."

Although the little boy didn't see anything, he was still excited, nodded very solemnly, carried the gourd on his back and hugged the stone slab, and walked towards the white flower forest.

Le Chaotian smiled softly and looked at the fortune operator.

"What did Senior Brother write?"

Songguo also looked at it curiously.

Bu Operator just smiled slightly and didn't speak.

After a long time, the little boy slowly walked back and bowed to the fortune operator very seriously.

"Thank you, senior."

......

Such a cabbage vermicelli hot pot naturally can't be eaten for too long.

When some white flowers fell on the low platform, the hot pot had already reached the end.

The young Taoist Ye Zhuliu also appeared in the forest, stood behind Bu Operator and whispered, "You should go back to recuperate, Master." ”

At the beginning of the East China Sea, Le Chaotian received a sword, and Bu Operator also endured a lot of sword intent, the old Taoist and the old Taoist, the body is old, and the natural injury is more difficult to heal.

So a simple hot pot also came to an end in a simple story.

It's just that for a young boy, such a hot pot will be remembered for a long time.

Lu Xiaosan rode at Hulukou, waved his hand at the edge of the White Flower Forest to the two Taoists in front of the White Moon Mirror, and then drifted away in the sea.

Ye Zhuliu stood there and looked at it for a long time, then looked at the old Taoist and said softly, "What did Master write?" ”

Bu Operator said calmly: "Nothing was written. ”

The young Taoist was stunned for a moment.

The Taoist with white sideburns turned and walked up the stairs.

"What is the destiny of life?"

Ye Zhuliu was silent for a while, looked at the back of the old Taoist and asked, "What about the picture in the mirror yesterday?" ”

Bu Operator said softly: "It's just a possibility. ”

In addition to every possibility, there are thousands of possibilities.

For example, the first drop of water that falls from a drip has countless destinations among thousands of droplets.

......

Probably because of the drunkenness, the gourd did not fly in the sky, but slowly floated on the sea.

The little boy didn't care where the gourd would drift, just lay on the gourd's belly and looked up at the distant clouds of the day.

"Uncle Shi."

Le Chaotian, who was sitting in front, looked back at the little boy.

Lu Xiaosan pillowed his arms and said softly: "What do you say the predecessors of the fortune operator will write down?" ”

Le Chaotian turned his head and chuckled softly.

"How do I know? I didn't look at it again. ”

"Okay then."

The two of them were talking there, but the pine cone, which had never existed, was sighing softly.

Lu Xiaosan sat up with some curiosity, and looked at the little demon girl with the sea breeze.

"What are you sighing for?"

The pine cone is very melancholy.

"Actually, I also want my seniors to help me take a look."

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and looked at this little girl.

"What do you want to know?"

Songuo said wistfully, "I wonder where I will be in the future." ”

Pine cones are naturally confused.

After running out of Bailu, he met a little boy, so he had the idea of following Le Chaotian to eat roast duck, and ran around with them all the way.

It's just.

There is a parting in life.

Songuo knows very well that this will not be a lifelong thing.

What would happen to the world at that time?

As a demon clan, where should I go?

It's just that Songguo probably doesn't have the courage of Lu Xiaosan, so he didn't ask.

Le Chaotian laughed softly: "I know, it may not be." The slightest change will skew the flow of fate. Unless that person is really able to observe the trajectory of all the missing particles. ”

Songguo was silent for a while, and said softly: "Actually, sometimes I don't necessarily want to know, but I also want to have a slate like that and look at it many years later." ”

Le Chaotian stood up with a smile and said, "If you just want a stone slab like this, in fact, most people will have it." ”

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo were stunned for a moment, and then they heard Le Chaotian looking at the endless East China Sea and saying, "The grave is yes." ”

It's probably not a very funny joke.

It's just that Lu Xiaosan and Songguo can't see that Le Chaotian is joking, or serious.

......

There are people in the town who stay in a very secluded alley for a long time.

It's like you're looking at something.

But there was nothing in the alley, and the deep part of the secluded alley was covered with moss, and even the stones were blue.

The eaves on both sides are very deep, turning the black and gray into the color of this alley.

So it looks very deep, and sometimes it feels like there's still a long way to go.

But the alley is so short that even the kids in the town don't have to walk too long.

But the person who looked like a sword cultivator looked there for a long time, and he didn't take a single step.

A certain kid in the town recognized the sword cultivator.

His name is Chen Huaifeng.

It was on a spring day that I came to a river outside the town.

He had strangely disappeared and reappeared in the town.

It's like looking for something, maybe someone. It wasn't until I suddenly passed by such a secluded and ordinary alley that I suddenly stopped and began to look at it for a long time.

The child thought of the white-clothed blind sword cultivator, and also thought of another white-clothed Taoist who said that he wanted to eat children.

But the child didn't tell the townspeople.

It's just that sometimes when I pass by, I will look at the tall sword cultivator in a daze.

The child didn't know why he was looking at him like that, or what he was looking at.

The children also tried to look at the alley, but unfortunately they saw nothing, only secluded, just quiet.

Stories like this are really curious.

Finally, after a long time, the child walked over and sat down beside the sword cultivator, hesitated for a long time, and then asked softly, "What are you looking at?" ”

The sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng turned his head to look at the child he had seen by the river, turned his head back, and said very calmly: "Look where this alley leads." ”

The child was puzzled.

The alley leads, of course, to the other side of town, and if you turn a corner, you can see another street.

It's just that children also know that something like this is not the answer that this sword cultivator wants.

So the child scratched his head and thought for a long time, and then asked, "And where do you think it leads?" ”

Chen Huaifeng said slowly: "I don't know. ”

The child hesitated for a moment, then said, "Or do you try to walk over and have a look?" ”

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't dare to go." ”

The child thought to himself, why should he not dare to leave?

It was the conversation between the two that day that made the child feel that this sword cultivator did not look like a bad person, so he stood up and stretched out his hand to Chen Huaifeng very bravely.

"I'll take you away, I used to dare to walk this road at night."

Chen Huaifeng sat there for a long time, probably hesitating.

So the child grabbed the sword cultivator's hand and dragged him up with all his might.

The children in this small town were probably also surprised by something, so they looked at this sword cultivator in puzzlement.

When he held this sword cultivator's hand, at that moment, he seemed to feel a heavy but also light feeling.

What is heavy is the weight of this tall sword cultivator itself, and what is light and fluttering?

The child thought about it for a while, and then realized that it was because this sword cultivator seemed to have no bones, and his whole body was full of powerlessness.

"Are you sick?"

The child looked at Chen Huaifeng with some puzzlement.

The latter leaned against the alley wall with his sword on his back and whispered, "No." ”

The child suddenly remembered, as if at that time, when this sword cultivator with a sword on his back suddenly caught a glimpse of this alley, the whole person's state was wrong.

At that time, the side face seemed to be pale in an instant.

So this sense of powerlessness started at that time?

But the child was still holding the hand of the sword cultivator sincerely.

"Don't be afraid, just walk over and find out. At the end of the alley, there's really nothing to do. ”

Chen Huaifeng leaned against the wall, looked at this very sincere child, thought for a long time, and then said softly: "Okay." ”

So this sword cultivator, who was clearly only thirty-three years old, was like a dying old man, being held by a child, walking in that alley little by little.

"Why are you so afraid?"

The child walked ahead in confusion.

Chen Huaifeng didn't answer, just looked at that alley for a long time.

The remaining distance of the alley is getting shorter and shorter, and the eaves on both sides are getting lower and lower.

The wind from April was winding around the alley, slowly blowing on the back of the sword cultivator, who had been soaked for some time.

The child didn't get an answer, but he could feel the hands behind him that were supposed to be holding the sword calmly and powerfully, slowly trembling.

It was like he was walking through, not an ordinary alley.

It's a period of unknown years or fate.

The child, of course, could not understand such a thing, but looked back seriously and said, "Don't be afraid, we will be able to go out soon." ”

About the comfort did have some effect, Chen Huaifeng's hand gradually stabilized, although it was still a little cold, there was still a lot of sweat.

"The first time I left, I was holding my father's hand."

"At that time, I was also very afraid, it was so dark and quiet here, could there be some villains and ghosts hidden inside?"

"Although I think that way sometimes, though."

"But it's not so scary anymore."

"Sometimes after you've been through it, you won't be afraid."

The child said, stopped, turned away, and pointed not far away.

"Look, there's nothing here."

Chen Huaifeng followed the child's gaze.

Yes, nothing.

No bad guys, no ghosts.

It's just a small short alley that is gradually brightening, and outside the alley is a long street that is still a little deserted, but it is slowly recovering to be lively.