Of course, it is impossible for the world to be the same.

It was between the little boys who were in the same Luofeng Canyon at the beginning, and their fates were different.

When Lu Xiaoer was struggling to walk on the road of some stories in the south, Lu Xiaosan was eating roast duck hot pot in the East China Sea.

The pine cones were there with their mouths shut, pulling the roast duck skins that had been cooked fragrant and soft in the hot pot.

And Le Chaotian was by the window, holding a pair of chopsticks, and stuck his head out of the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

Lu Xiaosan was not afraid of being hot, so he took out a roast duck leg from the pot, took it in his hand and gnawed it, and then looked at Le Chaotian very strangely.

"Uncle Shi, what are you looking at?"

Le Chaotian looked at it for a long time, and then retracted his head and sat upright - this appearance really didn't look like the style of this Taoist.

It's just that this kind of action probably made Lu Xiaosan even more confused, while wiping the oil at the corners of his mouth with his five fingers open, he ran to Le Chaotian's side, and looked out the window with his probe.

It's a pity that in such a small town, there is probably nothing to be seen except for some pedestrians and cooking smoke on the road.

Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a long time, then retracted his head in confusion, and looked at Le Chaotian who was still sitting there strangely.

Just as he was about to ask something, Le Chaotian suddenly dragged the dipping bowl over, tilted his head and thought for a while, and tentatively knocked on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks.

Songguo was still working hard, not caring at all what the two were doing.

Lu Xiaosan was nibbling on the roast duck leg while listening to the things that Le Chaotian knocked.

After a long time, he said suspiciously: "This doesn't seem to be Huai'an's song?" ”

As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, no matter how much Lu Xiaosan doesn't care about learning tunes, he always follows such a Taoist who makes tunes all day long, and he has learned a lot of things.

When Le Chaotian heard this, there was a smile on the corner of his lips, and he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Lu Xiaosan seemed to be a little interested, and stepped over the stool where Le Chaotian was sitting - Songguo glanced here at this time, and when he saw this scene, he thought that the little boy would sit on it, but after Lu Xiaosan stepped over the stool, he jumped on it, but he squatted directly on it, like an uncivilized monkey.

"Boom!"

When the pine cone heard this, he snorted and laughed.

Because of the jump, the reed behind him hit the back of the head directly, and the little boy who smashed it loudly looked at the pine cone with some annoyance.

"What are you laughing at?"

Songguo lowered his head, continued to pull the roast duck skin that had been boiled off in the hot pot, and said with a smile: "I think of something happy." ”

“......”

Lu Xiaosan rubbed his head, and didn't bother with Songguo, a fool with a low laugh, squatting on the stool, looking at Le Chaotian who was trying to make music with chopsticks and knocking on the bowl with chopsticks.

After a long time, the tones that flowed from the hands of the self-pleasure gradually smoothed out—this Taoist had probably finally found some of the non-Huai'an songs.

Lu Xiaosan actually admires such an uncle.

As if in his hands, nothing could not be made into a song.

The little boy looked at the Taoist who was there thoughtfully knocking on the seasoning bowl with chopped green onions, minced garlic and chili oil.

Of course, it can also be a song of beating.

Probably the only thing that confused Lu Xiaosan was that he had indeed never heard such a style of music, which seemed to be quite ancient.

Perhaps guessing what the little boy who had forgotten to nibble on the roast duck leg on the side was wondering about, Le Chaotian tapped the dishes and chopsticks while looking out the window, which was a window facing south.

"This is the famous ..... of ancient Chu"

Le Chaotian looked at the sky in the twilight of the world for a long time.

"Goddess Fu."

Lu Xiaosan showed an extremely surprised look on his face, that is, he was biting the pine cones pulled by the roast duck skin and suddenly looked up.

"Let me hear it."

Lu Xiaosan squatted there expectantly.

Le Chaotian smiled slightly, turned his head, and sat there in a proper manner.

So in the twilight clouds, in the distant wind of a town, this Taoist of the thirteen stacks of the Daohai struck the hoop and sang loudly.

"The beauty of the husband and goddess, including the ornament of yin and yang."

"The algae can be good, like the wings of jade."

"Its image is unparalleled, and its beauty is infinite."

"Mao Yan is in a sloppy garment, insufficient program, Xi Shi hides his face, and he is colorless compared to it."

"What is near is beautiful, and what is far is hopeful."

"Bone Fa Duoqi, the image of the king."

.....

So he shook the ornaments, sang Yuluan, dressed up, and looked ...... Who can speak to the love of selfishness? Melancholy and weeping, seeking it until dawn. ”

The scholar stood quietly in Daze, beside the flowers, plants, mountains and rocks under such a high mountain cloud platform, and read the epilogue of such an ancient fu with great amazement.

The scroll had already been set aside, and the handwriting on it was gradually drying up, and the scholar who had held such a scroll since he had returned from the beginning of the Great Ze might have already finished writing such a story.

So I put down my pen and ink and stood there quietly looking at such a cloud platform.

There is a heavenly light pouring out, the divine power is circulating, and the wind is coming from Daze, and everything is comfortable.

This scholar named Ziyuan looked at it for a long time, and then silently picked up the book, and slowly walked onto the Qingteng Hanging Bridge in the fog that a certain Qingtian Daoist had walked on.

After walking for a long time, such a scholar finally crossed such a suspension bridge and appeared on the cloud platform.

The lush, ancient and huge ancient tree still stood on the high platform, and with the flow of those divine powers, there were countless flowers and plants blooming in the middle of it, swaying under the skylight, as inviolable as the glow of rain and dew.

It's just that such a scholar still walked up to the high platform, held the scroll behind his back, leaned down, and picked a flower born from divine power on those high platforms.

Its stems are green, with broad leaves hanging out, and the calyx leaves are snow-white, wrapped with a light green pearl fruit.

The people in the mountains are full of flowers, drinking stone springs and pine and cypress.

This is a sentence in the chapter of the ghosts of the Rite Mountain rewritten by Gu Chu Lingjun for the gods and ghosts.

Ziyuan looked at Du Ruo in his hand for a long time, and the wind gradually blew in the world, and the Du Ruo plant stood in the wind, and after leaving the last touch of fragrance, it gradually dried up.

The scholar didn't sigh anything, but calmly sandwiched the dry plant into the scroll, and then stepped through the flowers and plants blooming in the clouds and mountains and misty peaks, and stopped under the ancient tree.

Ziyuan's eyes were full of nostalgia, and he looked up at the ancient tree, as if above that, there was still a woman wearing a long black dress and stepping on the ancient branches barefoot.

Mountain ghosts, mountain ghosts.

The scholar sighed softly, and placed the scroll on a rhizome curled out of the dirt under the tree.

On the scroll, there are three ancient Chu characters with extremely heavy pencils.

Yes.

"The Goddess Fu".

The scholar put down the scroll, turned and walked under the high platform.

It's just that when he was about to leave, the scholar who was standing by the suspension bridge on the main peak of Wushan still glanced back.

The scholar knew it very well in his heart.

After this glance, the ancient story of the world and gods and ghosts is finally coming to an end.

......

"Why haven't I heard such a story before?"

Lu Xiaosan was holding the gourd, because he was eating too much, he had to walk slowly on the streets of the town to eat.

The pine cone was holding a pine cone on the side and holding his stomach like a pine cone, probably eating the same way.

The only thing that didn't eat was Le Chaotian, who had been playing and singing there.

This Taoist looked at Lu Xiaosan with a slight smile and said, "If you have lived for a thousand years and have not heard of it, it is indeed your problem, but you are only twelve years old, how many stories have you heard in the world?" ”

Lu Xiaosan hugged the gourd and nodded thoughtfully, but he didn't know what he remembered, he pondered for a long time, and suddenly looked at Le Chaotian eagerly.

"Uncle Shi."

"Huh?"

Le Chaotian looked at the little boy with some doubts, and when he saw the very excited light in his eyes, he sighed in his heart.

What kind of demon is this kid going to be?

It's just that Lu Xiaosan really didn't have the idea of being a demon this time, he stopped very seriously, looked at Le Chaotian and said: "Why don't we go and be storytellers, first walk around the world, listen to all the stories, and then I'll say, Uncle Shi, you are playing tunes next to you." Pinecone.... Well.... Pine cones, you'll be there to collect the money when the time comes."

“？”

Pine Cone was furious.

"Why should I just take money? Why not you come to collect the money! ”

Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "I can also collect money, and when the time comes, others will reward three copper plates, and I will deduct two copper plates." ”

“！”

Pine Cone reacted quickly.

"Then I'll collect the money."

After the little squirrel was woken up by the little boy, he also realized that this was a very oily errand.

Lu Xiaosan sneered in his heart, just kidding, can I, Lu Xiaosan, let you secretly deduct the money?

He plans to find someone to print some book coupons at that time, with the same value as silver coins, and when they want to give a reward, they will use the book coupons to give a reward.

Pinecone, Pinecone, if I find out that the difference between the book coupon I took back and the one I sold is too big, you will wait for death, hahahahahaha!

It's just that the little boy's face is still silent, looking at Songguo and saying sincerely: "You do something, I don't worry!" ”

The pine cone pats the chest.

"That's a must."

So the two looked at Le Chaotian together.

The Taoist just smiled slightly and said, "Of course you can, but that will be many years later." Otherwise, you haven't heard any stories yet, how can you tell them to others? ”

Of course, the little boy will have many reveries in his life, but how many can come true? Maybe after a while, I'll forget about it.

Lu Xiaosan nodded unconcernedly, and began to think in his heart.

When the time comes, pull Senior Sister Chu over too, doesn't she like to babble and sing? Le Chaotian played the tune, she sang it, and pulled Lu Xiaoxiao over, so that this evil demon ran to bring tea and water to people, and let her beat my ass every day.

There are also senior brothers and uncles, these two people are too pretending, so they just throw them at the door and become door gods.

Lu Xiaosan thought triumphantly, walking a lot briskly, but he sang nonsense there.

"Happy little fairy, happy little boy."

I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly.

Lu Xiaosan was bouncing on the street with a hulu in his arms.

After walking for a while, I suddenly remembered a question, and looked back at Le Chaotian who was walking slowly behind me.

"Uncle Shi, why did you suddenly knock on that Gu Chu song?"

Le Chaotian stopped, stood in the twilight of the day, quietly looked back at the south for a long time, and then said softly: "Because the story of gods and ghosts may be over." ”

Lu Xiaosan asked with some confusion: "Isn't the story of gods and ghosts already over?" ”

Le Chaotian said softly: "One of those ode to the gods has an end note that has fallen into the current world, and when it also falls silent, that is really the end." ”

Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully.

The three of them continued to walk forward in the town.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, let's see as we go."

"Uncle Shi, don't coax me."

Le Chaotian said softly: "I really don't know this. ”

Lu Xiaosan saw that Le Chaotian was so sincere, but he didn't continue to ask, and walked away with a gourd.

I just don't know why, he always feels as if he has forgotten something.

.......

The mountain and river watchman stood quietly in the middle of a flat river somewhere in the north.

It's not far from Huaidu.

If a Taoist wants to go to Huaidu, it is only a matter of moments.

The story of such a young man in the East China Sea is still confusing in fate, even if he is a Taoist who claims to be two feet nine away from his fate, he still can't really see through it.

The trajectory of the Tiangong Division has far exceeded the logic of the two-thousand-year avenue.

The so-called fate, sometimes speaking, is not a kind of experience.

For example, after months of heavy rain, the fate of the ridge will inevitably collapse.

Therefore, everyone can naturally see some fate, just to see whether it is three feet, or two feet nine, or, four hundred and ninety thousand miles.

Li Shi stood there with a calm expression, quietly looking at the south.

If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't seen such a young man in Nanyi City and invited him to play a few games of cards, it would probably be difficult for Li Shi to calculate the trajectory of such a Gu Chu goddess in her fate over the years.

What Cong Blade said about raising his head and raising his head is of course not unreasonable.

The trickle cannot be changed to the momentum of the river, and the drizzle cannot destroy the foundation of the high cliff.

Li Shi has been standing there quietly, and the story of the south is about to finally begin to settle.

The stories of heavenly people may never be written and written, but they are the most important part of all stories.

This Taoist couldn't help but think of what Chen Yunxi had said to him.

Don't feel guilty.

The Taoist sighed softly and lowered his head.

How can the world not feel guilty?

How can people not feel guilty?

Even Chen Yunxi, who said such a sentence calmly, knelt silently beside such a young man in green clothes on the bank of the Pingchuan stream somewhere outside Qingtian Dao.

So when such a Taoist left some large troops who hurriedly walked in the world with many survey drawings and came towards this Pingchuan.

This Taoist said there very seriously.

"Let's not talk about right or wrong, senior."

Bu Operator stood there coughing softly - some of the injuries caused by the sword intent of Cong Blade and Kamigawa were still irreversible.

After a long time, this Daoist who was much older than the beginning finally stopped, looked at the young Daoist and said, "You should call me Shibo." ”

Li Shi said softly: "But the term predecessor can be used to summarize more people more broadly. ”

For example, white wind and rain, such as bush blades, such as grass for fireflies.

"I see."

Bu Operator said softly.

This old Taoist who was supposed to be recuperating in the East China Sea, but because of the human story made up by a certain Taoist named Xie Cangsheng, he had to go to Huaidu to prove his innocence to Shenhe and did not look at Li Shi anymore, but only looked at the world.

Everything is peaceful in the world, the blades of grass sway soothingly in the wind, and there is a trickle in the distance.

It's just that whether it is Bu Operator or Li Shi, they can naturally see the wind and rain under those tranquility.

"When did you meet him?"

Bu Operator asked slowly.

Li Shi naturally knew who he was talking about, thought about it seriously, and said, "Ten years ago. ”

Bu Operatorzi didn't say much, just squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and then said softly: "It should indeed be like this." ”

The old Taoist simply said this sentence and did not continue to say anything.

Li Shi was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "I thought that Uncle Shi would continue to ask something. ”

Bu Operator stood in the Pingchuan grass and coughed, and said calmly: "What should I ask?" ”

Such a sentence made Li Shi a little speechless for a while.

What should a fortune operator ask?

Ask Li Shi how he plans to prove that two feet nine is closer to fate than three feet in the story of fate?

Or do you want to ask them what kind of thinking they are doing these things?

Bu Operator didn't ask anything, just stood quietly in the middle of the wind leaves.

The wind blowing through the mountains and rivers made the robes of the two Daoists hunt, and even the hair in the Dao bun was a little messy.

After a long time, Li Shicai looked at this missing master with a puzzled look, and said slowly: "So what is the master doing here?" ”

Bu Operator said calmly: "Because of your fate and mine, we have to start here." ”

Li Shi raised his eyebrows and looked at this aging Taoist standing in the wind for a long time.

It's just that this young Taoist hasn't said anything, but he suddenly turned his head to look at the southwest direction of the world.

In the sound of the wind in the world in that direction, there seems to be a faint sound of a bell.

It's very long, it's very gentle, but in such a story with an artistic conception, it is inevitable that this Taoist will have some surprise like hearing Hong Zhong Dalu.

This Taoist from the view of mountains and rivers squinted his eyes and looked at that direction for a long time, which was far away, close to the direction of the view of mountains and rivers on Luming's side.

After a long time, Li Shi turned his head, looked at the old Taoist and asked softly, "Where did the bell come from?" ”

Bu Operator stood there quietly, raised his legs and walked in the direction of Huaidu, and after a long time, the young Taoist standing in the wind of Pingchuan finally heard a very calm word.

"From fate."