Luo Bei looked at Zhuo Xiaochan with wide eyes, but he couldn't even say a word in his mouth, obviously, he was amazed by what Zhuo Xiaochan said.

Zhuo Xiaochan was talking energetically, but when she saw Luo Bei's appearance, she couldn't help laughing, first smiled and then asked with a straight face: "Oh, you see your mouth is so open, what's wrong?"

As she spoke, Zhuo Xiaochan picked up the snacks on the plate and stuffed them into Luo Bei's mouth, and now Luo Bei was even more speechless.

Looking at Luo Bei's funny appearance, Zhuo Xiaocian couldn't help it, and couldn't help laughing again.

After all, both of them are still young, and even if they encounter unhappy things, it is easy to forget them after a while of laughter.

People will probably only have such treatment in their youth and old age.

The two of them were talking about Confucian classics while chatting about things in the north and south.

Unconsciously, the dark clouds that had just gathered because of the criticism became relaxed in a burst of laughter, and it didn't take long for the clouds to disperse.

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There is no time on the mountain, and time is like flowing water with the yellow-green change of leaves among the trees.

Autumn is getting stronger, the cool breeze on Qixia Mountain is much stronger than when it first came, and the yellow leaves that were still struggling to leave the branches are gradually drying up and falling, only the grass house leads to the deep woods, and a sky full of stars is still strong open.

Listening to Zhuo Xiaochan, this starry sky was planted by Qin Muchuan at the beginning, if you look at it from a high place, it is a sea of flowers, like the Milky Way at night.

The morning sun was still warm, but the temperature was much cooler.

Zhuo Xiaochan sent Luobei the clothes that had been sewn, which were made of ordinary fabrics and some animal skins, Luobei's previous clothes were made for him by his mother, and he had to measure the size every time, but he didn't expect Zhuo Xiaochan to never measure it, and he did it just right.

When he put on his clothes, he was suddenly moved.

It has been two or three months since the eight-year-old boy came to Qixia Mountain, and during this time, he has not learned any real kung fu except for studying some Confucian classics, and since Zhuo Xiaochan told him the way of Confucian cultivation, he has not rejected these learnings again.

Qin Muchuan is still the same as before, every time he learns a lesson, he only gives a preliminary explanation, and then Zhuo Xiaochan will explain it to him again the rest of the time.

In this way, Luo Bei did not feel as jerky and difficult as at the beginning, but learned a lot of truth from it.

Qixia Mountain is located in the Qixia Mountain Range, and the terrain is extremely high.

Since the beginning of late autumn, the temperature is not low during the day when the sun is high.

At night, the mountain breeze howls and the temperature drops dramatically, alternating between day and night as if it were winter and summer.

Only Qin Muchuan has always worn so much, and it is still the green shirt.

Standing under the maple leaf forest, lonely and high, he will still stroke the piano in front of the wordless monument from time to time, and the sound of the piano is insignificant, just like the bleak autumn wind.

In this way, the three of them lived calmly and with a bit of loneliness in a big mountain.

Accompanied by mountain breeze and clear dew.

Listen to the birds chirping in the forest in the early morning.

At night, I looked at the moonlight on the moonlight on the moon-gazing stone.

Picking up mushrooms in the woods and among the fallen leaves, chasing hares in the mountains, life passes day by day, there is no noise, no open and dark fighting.

The temperature is getting lower, and the stars on both sides of the stone path are finally withering after making their last perseverance.

It's like the stars in the Milky Way turned into meteors and fell into the world after they were the most dazzling.

When the faint aroma is gone, wave goodbye in the middle of the season, which is also the most ruthless rule in the world, and it will not be easily changed by anyone's will.

The flowers fell and fell into mud, and eventually returned to the soil.

Seeing Zhuo Xiaocicada squatting on the side of the road, stunned among the withering flowers, Luo Bei was speechless and comforted, so he could only stand silently in the forest in the distance, looking forward to the early passage of this autumn.

I don't know when, Qin Muchuan quietly appeared beside him, followed his gaze, and saw the thin figure.

The two stood quietly for a long time, and Luo Bei was so distracted that he didn't notice that the master had been standing by his side for so long.

The hair in front of Qin Muchuan's forehead fluttered in the wind, and his posture was as immobile as a rock.

"Do you think that after the autumn wind, the flowers will no longer wither, and those who love flowers will no longer be sad?"

There was no emotion in Qin Muchuan's voice, but the speed of speech was very slow, and he spit out word by word, using questions, but he didn't give Luo Bei a chance to think and refute.

Luo Bei was stunned, he didn't expect that he hadn't said a word, but the thoughts in his heart were still seen through by the master.

He didn't know how to answer, but these days he didn't know why, Zhuo Xiaochan was often alone.

He only knew that she must not be happy, so in his heart, he really hoped that the sad person would no longer be sad.

"Did you know that there is a long winter after the autumn winds...... And there is no flower in the world that does not wither, and when the petals fall, they fall into mud, and as long as the rhizome is still there, it will bloom again next year......"

"This is a law that has never changed in this world...... The moon is full and missing, the water is full and overflowing, the heavens and the earth are changing all the time, and from a large perspective, everything in the world seems to be changing over and over again......

After Qin Muchuan finished speaking, his eyes swept over Luo Bei, and he suddenly found that he was also a little strange, why did he suddenly say these words today.

On weekdays, I just taught him some basic things, but I felt that his understanding was not high, and if he was too anxious, it might backfire, as if these more profound cultivation methods were also realized by himself after many years of practice.

Luo Bei is only eight years old now, how can he understand these truths.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, in fact, even he himself probably didn't know whether these words were addressed to Luo Bei or he was talking to himself.

Flowers bloom with the change of seasons, but the implicit truth is all-encompassing, profound, and difficult to understand.

Probably only when the martial arts are at a certain level can they be more deeply experienced and gained.

Luo Bei naturally couldn't fully understand it, but in his heart, he admired the master even more, and he didn't expect that the master, who had never been interested in himself, suddenly said these profound truths to himself today.

In Luo Bei's opinion, he is really like Zhuo Xiaocian said, cold on the surface, but still thinking about himself in his heart.

So even if he didn't understand it, he remembered it silently in his heart, just like those ancient books.

Perhaps, one day, he will understand more and will not be as stupid as he is now......

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The weather is getting colder, these days Zhuo Xiaochan somehow, no longer as cheerful and happy as before, but rarely goes out, knowing that she has something on her mind, so Luobei didn't bother her, so she had to hide in that very small grass hut alone, looking at the sunset outside in a daze.

In the sky, a desolate chirp was heard, and an eagle whispered.

Not long after, it also flew away.

A chill blew into the house with the wind blowing from the mountain, and Luo Bei suddenly shivered in a trance.

When I looked outside, I saw a sunset shining through the window, and the sun in the dusk was still shining brightly when it poured down.

Probably after sitting for a long time, Luo Bei found that one of his legs was numb unconsciously.

So he got up quickly, moved his legs and feet, opened the door, and limped out.

The evening sun was still good, and although the air outside was much colder than usual, the red clouds in the sky made the mountain scenery even more beautiful.

Luo Bei couldn't help but think in his heart, anyway, if he had nothing to do, it was better to go to the back mountain on the west side to watch the sunset.

There were probably still the only stars in the sky that were still blooming on the entire Qixia Mountain, and he didn't know why the vitality of the flowers there was so strong.

By this time his numb leg had healed, and he walked along the stone path through the woods.

Bypassing an area of rocks and strange places, he came to the back mountain of Qixia Mountain.

Back Mountain is located on the west side of the entire peak, so the sun is always good in the afternoon.

Presumably, the flowers here have not yet all withered.

Walk through the rocky area, which is covered with primeval green vines of various sizes and thicknesses.

These vines do not wither in the autumn wind like branches, but produce a thick, hard outer skin in late autumn.

Like a giant snake, it survives the silence of autumn and winter, and then sheds its outermost layer of skin in the spring when everything recovers, and then rediscovers its vitality.

Sometimes Luo Bei wondered if these calf-thick vines could be the body of a big snake, winding through the rocks.

The rocks stood like warriors in black armor, some lying still, some with straight torsos.

It's hard to imagine how big this area is, and no one dares to go inside, because it's so dark, almost all the sunlight is blocked by the rocks, and I don't know how much else I can't see with the naked eye in those cracks.

Every time Luo Bei walked here, he felt a little hairy in his heart, if it wasn't for Zhuo Xiaochan pulling him at the beginning, he would definitely not dare to pass through here.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to get out of this rocky area, and then there was an open grass in front of me.

At this time, most of the weeds in the grass have withered and yellowed, and many small flowers are still blooming scattered among the weeds.

The petals are very small, red and white, trembling from time to time in the mountain wind, but fortunately, the withered grass around them is fine, blocking most of the chill of the mountain wind, and those thin and small petals face the sun, as if they are trying their best to absorb the last warmth of the sun.

Luo Bei sat down on a stone embedded in the earth, looking at the last rays of the sunset in the blue sky.

Let the sun shine on his face, and a warmth swims all over his body.

The sun is shining in this part of the back mountain, but for some reason, there is not a trace of grass or trees on the peak that rises at the end of the meadow, it is all milky white weathered rock, which looks like thick and bare muscles.

Looking up, there is only a dense forest at the top of the mountain, where the wind is stronger, so the forest is like multiple fingers swinging between the mountains, shaking non-stop.

Looking at the mountain peaks and bathing in the sunset, Luobei lay on the stones, thinking about his parents, thinking about his master and Sister Xiaochan, thinking about the distance, and unconsciously falling asleep.

When he came to the mountain, except for the unsmiling master, Sister Xiaochan was the best for herself, so more often, Luo Bei followed behind Zhuo Xiaochan like a tail.

He likes to see her smile as warm as the sun when she is happy, and he likes the eyelashes that fank up and down when she is serious.

She also occasionally joked about herself because she was too stupid, but he never minded, because he knew that after making jokes, she would still patiently teach herself how to learn.

But these days she was stuffy in the room, and she began to live alone, without partners, without friends, and he even missed the days when he could fall into his mother's arms when he returned home, even if behind his mother was often his father's cold eyes.

Loneliness never leans and trade-offs because of age.

It's just that when we are young, our world and memories are still small and short, and loneliness will be replaced by happiness and warmth at any time.

However, as time goes by and we grow older, we will face more darkness and difficulties alone.

Therefore, loneliness keeps growing, like a shadow that is dragging longer and longer behind you in the sunset.

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