Uncle Shi doesn't think about the torch.

Even if he really knows, he will only say that you are originally a torch, Lu Xiaoer.

When he was in Lingnan, Uncle Shi always denied that he was the hope of Lingnan.

Uncle Shi was watching the Taoist named Ye Zhuliu fiddling with something very strange.

You Chunshan's drawing of the Heart of the Machine has been sent to the bottom of the White Moon Mirror, which is a matter that will take a long time to analyze.

The three people from Huaidu are a little idle.

You Chunshan is learning to feel the rhythm of his heart, so that he can adapt to a new self when the time comes.

Yu Chaoyun was asking the Taoist who lacked a door to ask about cultivation.

And Uncle Shi was holding an umbrella, standing on a cliff somewhere, watching the Taoist tinker with some things.

It was a small wooden barrel, but with some wheel-like stuff added to the bottom, and some strange bamboo pipes, attached to the base at the bottom.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand what it was.

So he asked very sincerely, "Senior brother, what are you doing?" ”

Ye Zhuliu sighed, looked back at the young man who had just passed by and was attracted to him, and said softly: "This is a great thing. ”

Nandao was stunned for a moment, and looked at the thing carefully for a long time, but when he looked at it, he didn't see that the strange barrel was great.

But fortunately, Nandao has also spent some time in the Tiangong Division, and it can be seen that the big and small gears below are used to transmit power.

The Taoist stood up and carried this very bulky thing on his shoulders - it was actually difficult for the young man to imagine such a picture, after all, this didn't seem like something that a Taoist could do, especially a Taoist with a graceful Taoist robe like Ye Zhuliu.

But Ye Zhuliu did this, carried it on his shoulder, and then walked along the cliff road.

"Senior brother, don't believe it, I have a hunch that this thing will be the same as the fully automated fishing rod I made before in the future, and it will be a very breakthrough invention in the world."

Ye Zhuliu walked in front and said very seriously.

Nandao then remembered that when he was on the lake, he saw the black fishing rod in the hand of the Taoist.

I have to admit that it is a very delicate thing, comparable to some of the umbrellas of the Tiangong Division.

"So what the hell is this?"

Ye Zhuliu stopped on the cliff road, thought about it seriously, and said, "This is used to wash clothes." ”

“......”

Nandao suddenly understood a lot of things at this moment.

Sure enough, where there is oppression, there will be resistance, and where there will be motivation.

Ye Zhuliu carried the thing all the way to the lower level of the White Moon Mirror and put the thing in the water.

Then, in the surprised eyes of Nandao, the wooden bracket was stuck out at the bottom of some very wide rotor blades, with the push of the sea, the large and small gears began to run, and the removable barrel at the bottom of the wheel-like things spun very quickly.

Nandao stood there in amazement, but saw Ye Zhuliu silently walking out, and after a short time, he didn't know where to bring a large basin of white clothes.

The Taoist poured all the clothes into the wooden barrel, filled it with water, and covered it with a lid.

Nan Dao stood there with a strange expression, looked at Ye Zhuliu and said, "That's okay?" ”

Ye Zhuliu said with a solemn expression: "Maybe it's okay, maybe I'm done." ”

“？”

The South Island is somewhat unclear so.

The Taoist said very seriously: "Washing should be able to be washed clean, before making this thing, I looked through some data models in the view." It's just that I don't know if the clothes inside will be torn holes when they are taken out, and if they do, I will probably be thrown into the sea to feed the fish. ”

“......”

Ye Zhuliu's words made Nandao nervous.

Although he is not Xie Chunxue's little man.

But at the beginning of the bamboo forest Qingtan, he was also ravaged by the nine-stacked sword cultivator.

The two stood there silently, breathing heavily, for a quarter of an hour.

Dao Cai stepped forward and pulled out one of the gears at the front.

Then the clatter of the barrel slowed down.

It's just that the Taoist was probably under too much pressure, and he didn't open the barrel for a long time, and finally looked at Nandao as if asking for help.

"Senior brother, how about doing me a favor?"

Silent, Nanjima stepped forward and reached out to lift the lid.

I have to admit that the angler is really not suitable for wearing white.

The clothes that were put in were all white, but the water that came out was black.

Ye Zhuliu didn't care so much, whether it was black or white, as long as he could wash the clothes instead of him, it would be good.

The Taoist stepped forward, took out the clothes inside, wrung them out one by one, and checked to see if they were torn.

It wasn't until he saw the last one that this Taoist finally showed a very relieved smile.

"Senior brother, I'm done!"

“......”

Nandao really couldn't understand why such a great road cultivator would be so excited about such a thing.

Ye Zhuliu didn't care what Nandao was thinking, and walked around the barrel there.

"But it's a little inconvenient to wring it out by yourself, it's better to let it wash and dry itself, put the water in it, and then wring it out by yourself - this is not a problem, after all, it's fast enough, it can indeed be spun dry, so probably just need to add a drain valve?"

Ye Zhuliu studied thoughtfully for a long time, and then carried the barrel towards the cliff.

Nandao stood there very embarrassed, looking at Ye Zhuliu's back, and couldn't understand what it was that made a Taoist who used to fish on the big lake become what he is now.

The boy chased after him with an umbrella.

Emotion is emotion, but Nandao is really interested in this thing.

After all, as we all know, people in the world generally have two hands, and he only has one hand in the South Island, if there is really a thing that can wash his own clothes, it is probably really good.

"What's the name of this thing?"

The young man followed Ye Zhuliu's steps and asked very sincerely.

Ye Zhuliu said very calmly: "Chang'an doesn't see the moon. ”

“？”

The South Island is a little confused.

......

Although Ye Zhuliu made a very convenient thing.

But in the afternoon, Nandao still saw this Taoist kneeling on the washboard.

The reason is simple.

The clothes were washed, but the Taoist got a little carried away, and left it on the edge of the pool of the White Moon Mirror, forgetting to dry it.

The young man stood at the edge of the white flower forest, looking at the Taoist who was kneeling on the washboard with a sad face.

Such a scene always makes Nandao feel that on a spring day, seeing the handsome Taoist who came by boat through the rain on the shore of Zhulin Lake is actually just a dream of his own.

How can there be any Taoist who goes with the flow.

It's just a little man who lives on a small island in the East China Sea and washes clothes for a woman who likes fishing.

Ye Zhuliu knelt until the twilight was dull and the white flowers were gilded, and then he walked out from behind the forest with his head down.

The young man stood there with an umbrella, silently watched Ye Zhuliu for a long time, and then said softly: "Senior brother, I can't understand. ”

Ye Zhuliu was stunned for a moment, looked at Nandao and said, "What can't you understand?" ”

The young man carried the sword and held the umbrella, and the sixteen-year-old young sword cultivator stood in the white flower forest very dustily, and said slowly: "Although the senior brother is a Taoist, it is impossible to say that the man is rewarded with a sword, and he is not willing to live his life in vain. But it shouldn't be what it is. ”

Ye Zhuliu stood there very melancholy, looking at the young man in the twilight.

Probably full of eyes, they were all once sixteen years old.

Ye Zhuliu smiled softly, turned around, and said slowly: "Then what do you think a Taoist should look like?" ”

Nandao was a little silent.

He hadn't seen many Taoists.

Probably the most impressive is the Taoist named Meixiyu in Huaidu.

It's just that Taoist, but he also has a white flower of his own - Xu Chunhua who is wearing a floral skirt and holding a small white umbrella.

Ye Zhuliu walked over, patted the contemplative young man's shoulder, and said, "Senior brother, you still have a long way to go on the road of the world. ”

Nan Dao looked back at Ye Zhuliu strangely and said, "Does this have anything to do with this matter?" ”

Ye Zhuliu smiled softly and said, "Of course there is." ”

"For example?"

"For example, we will have a child."

“？”

"Then our child will also go to someone he/she loves, and then give birth to the same child."

The Taoist stood there and chuckled softly.

"Don't feel that reproduction is a very shameful term."

In fact, for the spiritual world, reproduction has always been a word of great significance.

Just as they define demons as creatures that turn into creatures, and people who define people as creatures that multiply.

The Taoist smiled slightly.

"Thousands of generations, not an empty vernacular, you need to let your lust bloom like a warm spring flower, so that the world can last for thousands of generations."

The boy was a little red-faced.

Ye Zhuliu looked at the world, the north of the world.

"So you see, Your Majesty has chosen a lover for more than 900 years."

"Do you think that the Taoist's conformity to the Dao is Qing Xiu?"

"Of course not."

Ye Zhuliu said softly and with a sigh.

"It's listening to the spring water flowing in the mountain stream, junior brother."

The young man was a little dazed, probably really didn't know what Ye Zhuliu's last sentence meant.

It's just that the young man listened to the Taoist babbling about these things, as if he thought of something, and looked at Ye Zhuliu and said with some food: "Senior sister told you about me?" ”

Ye Zhuliu nodded very seriously and said, "Of course." ”

The Taoist who had just finished kneeling on the washboard was still a little limping when he walked, but he looked very happy, stepping on the sunset of falling flowers and walking towards the mirror of the white moon.

"You Chunshan's matter is still a long time away, there is a lack of such a thing as the heart of the machine, which has not been studied in the past, and our research lies in the design and automation of the derivation of chaotic fate. So I won't be in a hurry for a while. ”

Ye Zhuliu said, stopped, and looked back at the young man.

"You're also in the East China Sea, and she's in the East China Sea, why don't you go and meet them?"

Nandao fell silent.

After a while, he said softly, "Our story is different, senior brother. ”

Ye Zhuliu smiled slightly, but at this moment, the young man really felt that the appearance of Ye Zhuliu that he saw at first sight was back.

"It's no different, everything is difficult, can you just flip the table?"

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "Why did Senior Brother tell me such a thing? ”

Ye Zhuliu thought for a while, and then asked very seriously: "Why did the person who rode the green ox leave the Great Dao to the world?" ”

Of course, I've seen it, I think it's good, and I want the world to do the same.

The boy didn't say anything more, just stood quietly in the white flower forest.

Maybe it's a reminder of the time of March 1003 in the Great Wind Calendar.

A white flower forest in another world that I accidentally broke into.

Ye Zhuliu didn't bother Nandao anymore, and continued to go back to the White Moon Mirror to study his Chang'an.

......

Nandao stood in the forest for a long time with a sword on his back, only to find that Xie Chunxue appeared under the tree not far away at some point, but she looked a little strange and her face was a little red, and she didn't know if it was caused by the glow of the East China Sea, or because of the unobstructed reason of a certain Taoist called Ye Zhuliu.

In short, the sword in her arms was three inches, and the sword intent on it was rampant.

It's just that in the end, looking at the young man's blank expression, he silently pushed the sword back.

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Why do I feel that Senior Sister Fang looks like she has some murderous intent?" ”

Xie Chunxue walked out of the tree, and the glow from the flowers and leaves did not fall on her face again, but her expression was as usual, and she said very calmly: "You are wrong, junior brother." ”

Nandao was silent.

He was very sure that he was not mistaken, but looking at Xie Chunxue's appearance, he was still very cautious and did not ask to die.

After a long time, Nandao turned back and said in a low voice: "Senior sister knows the story on the cliff? ”

Xie Chunxue walked to the young man's side and looked down at the young man under the umbrella, the sixteen-year-old boy was actually not short, but he was still a little lower than Xie Chunxue.

"Nope."

Xie Chunxue looked at it for a while, turned her head, and looked at the twilight together.

"But there are some things that you don't just have to see to know."

"A teenager ran all the way from Lingnan to the East China Sea, but finally left there in a hurry. Probably gave up something. ”

Nandao said softly: "Why can't it be that my realm is too low to walk on that high cliff?" ”

Xie Chunxue chuckled lightly and said, "Why can't you walk on that high cliff?" People like you were born to be on a cliff - I know that such a sentence is unpleasant to hear. At the beginning, I told Lu Xiaoer that the greatest joy of life lies in all the unknown, only when you are born can you know life, you can feel the surprise of life, and when you die, you can know death, and you can abandon fear. But the things of the world, if you know it, you know it, and there is no need to deceive yourself. ”

"Besides, even if you can't go up, can't she go down? When His Majesty and Master were in a stalemate in the East China Sea, His Majesty used to look under the cliff, and one day, probably the day you were about to arrive in the East China Sea, the people on the cliff turned the sword intent into a sword, forcing His Majesty to retreat. There are many people in Donghai Town who know about such a thing. ”

Xie Chunxue turned her head to look at Nandao and said slowly: "So you said that there are some stories, and you don't know it, isn't it very reasonable?" ”

Nan Dao sighed and said, "I thought that Senior Sister would only fish. ”

Xie Chunxue smiled slightly, "How many of the fishing people are stupid?" As long as you meditate on the things of the world, there will be nothing that you can't understand. Fishermen tend to meditate, which is much more useful than the Taoist meditation. ”

Nandao was silent.

Of course, what Xie Chunxue said is not unreasonable.

It's just the last sentence, which is probably the boast of the fishing guy.

The boy should have not heard.

The two of them stood in the white flower forest for a long time before Nan Dao spoke: "So senior sister also thinks I should go to the high cliff?" ”

Xie Chunxue said with a smile: "I didn't say that, Ye Zhuliu knelt too much on the washboard, and his brain was broken." Although it is said that the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear, it is only the interest tendency of the bystanders, and of course it cannot replace the people of the authorities. ”

The woman in white held her sword and walked slowly along the path of the White Flower Floating Island.

"Some people are devout to gods and ghosts all their lives, some people seek peace all their lives, some people pursue lust, and some people seek truth. The things of the world have never been what I see as they should be. I am one of the world, but I am only one ten-thousandth of the world. ”

"It's up to you, of course, to decide what to do."

Nan Dao looked at this disciple of the Human Sword Sect two hundred years ago for a long time.

"Where's Senior Sister?"

Xie Chunxue stopped, hugged the sword and smiled slightly, and said, "Didn't I say it at the beginning?" ”

Nandao was stunned, and some didn't understand what Xie Chunxue was talking about.

Xie Chunxue stood on the island in the twilight of the East China Sea, bowed her head and laughed softly.

"I am a well-known good wife and mother in the world."

Nandao was silent.

After a long time, the young man said very sincerely: "If I hadn't come here for these days, watching Senior Brother Ye kneel on the washboard every day, probably I would really believe your nonsense, Senior Sister." ”

Xie Chunxue just smiled slightly, looking back at the young man under the umbrella, Xie Chunxue at this moment looked very gentle.

"It's just that you don't understand."

The young man looked at the very dazzling but soft light in Xie Chunxue's eyes, and he was indeed a little dazed for a while, thought for a long time, and asked sincerely, "What do I not understand?" ”

Xie Chunxue turned her head and looked at the mirror of the white moon that was still shining in the twilight.

"If one day I don't let him wash my clothes, I won't let him kneel on the washboard again....."

Xie Chunxue lowered her head and said softly, "You won't be able to see the light in my eyes." ”

Nandao stood there thoughtfully.

Xie Chunxue laughed softly again and said, "Besides, do you think that this person who is very likely to become a person who lacks a master in the future, will he not know that he has a basin of washed clothes that have not been dried?" ”

Nandao stood there stunned, probably something incomprehensible.

Yes.

How could Ye Zhuliu not know?

Just like when the three of them first came, it was clear that Xie Chunxue was already waiting in the White Flower Forest.

But Ye Zhuliu still put down the basin of unwashed clothes and ran out.

Xie Chunxue is Xie Chaoyu's grandmother, and in the absence of a door, Xie Chunxue came to see her, of course, it was better than Ye Zhuliu to come to see her.