Lu Mo held the hot wine cake between the fingertips of his hands, tore off a small piece, and sent it to his mouth, exhaling a few mouthfuls of hot air, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Lu Mo... Girl?" Zheng Que stuck a piece of wine cake with a branch, kept blowing, and secretly looked at Lu Mo from time to time, and couldn't help asking:

"You don't remember where you came from, do you?"

Lu Mo swallowed the cake in his mouth and nodded with a smile:

"Well, but it's just about me, I seem to have other memories in my head. Lu Mo grinned at Zheng Que, "It's very vague, and I can't see it clearly, but I know it's not mine." ”

Zheng Que looked at Lu Mo, and brought the wine cake to his mouth as if he didn't understand, and then quickly took it away, sticking out his tongue and sighing.

"Girl, forgive me, this kid is naturally afraid of heat, and he has to blow warm when he eats. The old man took the piece of wine cake that Zheng Que put the most wine, sniffed it first and then bitten, and smiled while tasting it.

Zheng Que seemed to have been known to have something bad, his face flushed, and he buried his head down.

"It's cute. ”

Lu Mo smiled, and pulled out a small piece and threw it into his mouth, Zheng Que buried his head even lower when he heard it.

The old man smiled and shook his head:

"But, little girl, how do you know that it is not your memory, in case it is yours?

Lu Mo shook his head, his expression was very firm:

"It must not be mine, although it is strange that so little, but if it were my memory, I would not be able to hold on to it now, then, it would be too sad. ”

......

Mo Lai stood on top of the sea of gods, looking up at the outside, there was no expression on his face, did you really have amnesia or did you mean to say it to me on purpose?

Mo looked at the palm, is it too sad? Heh! Maybe it is really the case for others, Mo comes to the palm of the hand, whether it is true or not, this is an opportunity.

Qi Wu, now is not the time, first find something for her to practice to help her advance, if it really doesn't work, use that method to forcibly improve her realm, although it can't be recreated, but it's enough, and it will be much easier to advance after entering.

Lu Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtfully, and then his eyes regained their brilliance, looking at the old man with a bright smile:

"That's... It may be a bit abrupt, but can I ask what the old man and this boy do?"

The old man laughed and patted his thigh:

"Don't be abrupt, don't be abrupt, you can call me Mr. in the future, don't call me so strange, as for this kid, he is a stinky boy who rubs my food and clothing!"

"Sir?" Lu Mo tilted his head, a little questionable.

"Mr. can be said to be another way of saying the teacher, the girl doesn't care about the words of the teacher, he likes to recognize the student casually. Zheng Que answered, "Miss Lu is very polite when she talks, maybe she is from the inner door of a certain sect." ”

The old man pouted, but did not refute.

"A certain sect, you don't have to call me that, just call me Lu Mo. Lu Mo first sighed, and then smiled at Zheng Que.

Zheng Que immediately lowered his head, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito sound:

"Lu... Lu Mo just told me to be correct, and incorrectness is my word. ”

"Words?"

"Well, the word is a kind of..."

......

Firewood is no longer vigorous.

Zheng Que went into the house and fell asleep, and the old man stayed by the fire, copying the book by the firelight.

Qingniu fell asleep standing, Lu Mo hugged his legs, curled up on the flat car, and looked up at the sky.

"Not sleepy?" asked the old man with a yawn.

Lu Mo nodded, his eyes kept staring at the sky, looking at the twinkling starlight.

"Don't worry, he's asleep. The old man flipped over a piece of paper and continued to copy.

"What did the gentleman do?" asked Lu Mo.

The old man didn't answer, Lu Mo continued to look at the starry sky, and after a while, the old man took the lead in speaking:

"Like to look at the stars?"

"Hmm. Lu Mo raised a hand, pointed at the stars, shook it slightly, Lu Mo smiled knowingly, and then released his hand, "I like the sky at this time." For only then the sky was the same color as he saw it.

"You know? I once went to a village where people thought that the stars in the sky were made by the dead, in order to see their memorial on earth from heaven. The old man stopped writing, dipped the ink that appeared at some point, and continued to write.

"Look at the earth from heaven. Lu Menu pouted, frowning, "I don't like this." ”

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just that I feel that I finally escaped from here, but I will still be bound in the air, going up and down along the trajectory, not very... Is it sad?" Lu Mo's expression was a little sad.

The old man nodded, and then said: "The old man doesn't like this legend either, you said that he finally died, and he stayed away from so many, but you must know that he will be bound to the sky and continue to watch these, then the old man will only live desperately, but he can't die!"

Lu Mo's eyes widened and he looked at the old man, "Thank you... Sir?"

The old man waved his hand, "This is what you should call me when the old man's knowledge becomes more and more apparent in the future?"

Lu Mo thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Sir?"

"That's right!" the old man smiled like a chrysanthemum, looked at Lu Mo, and nodded with satisfaction, "In this life, we live to do something worthy of ourselves, so that we will be very happy; some people care about the world and run around for the world; some people just care about the people in front of them, if he is happy, he will be happy."

Both of them can sometimes exist in a person, which is actually very good, and no matter what you do, you can be very strong when you do it? Actually, no, when you reach the top, it feels like something is missing, and this feeling is actually very bad, very bad, and the guy like you will be friends with you when he gets to the other tops? No, they are often enemies, because he is at the top.

So, Xiao Lu Jiu, this is just a little careful thinking of Mr. and me, the gentleman is in his position, then he must have his virtue, you get the sword master's thing is not just luck, you must have the character worthy of it, I can't tell you clearly what path you choose, but since you call me sir, then I will warn you, maybe in the future, when you follow the sword master and the dead ghost to the world, Mr. hopes that you can think about the beauty of this world, or the beautiful person. ”

Lu Jiu nodded as if he didn't understand, and then smiled helplessly:

"So Mr. already knew. ”

"Of course!" the old man held his head proudly, "after all, such a large picture scroll is not something that can only be made by ordinary money, and the contents in it must be carefully examined." ”

Lu Jiu's face was slightly red, and he said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to Mr. ”

"I know. The old man pointed to his head, "It's not good to say whether the things in your head are blessings or curses, in short, you follow me first, read and write, maybe he will become your greatest help in the future." ”

Lu Jiu nodded, the old man smiled, and then as if he remembered something, he suddenly looked at Lu Jiu and asked:

"Xiao Lu Jiu, what do you think of this world?"

The brilliance in Lu Jiu's eyes was a little dim, and she buried her head in her legs, Ren Buru appeared in her mind, and Lu Jiu shook her head.

"It could be so bad, not so good. ”

"That's right. ”

Lu Jiu raised his head and looked at the old man puzzled, the old man just squeezed a smile:

"I won't say anything big to you, it's useless, everyone's experience is different, use your own experience to persuade a person who doesn't understand, the old man's face is not so thick, what the world is like needs you to see a little bit, how old are you?

Lu Jiu smiled and nodded, the old man smiled, put a stack of white paper on Lu Jiu's lap, handed her a pen, and put a torch on the flat car:

"In the first lesson, copy the book 300 times. ”

Lu Jiu blinked his eyes and looked at the smiling old man, lowered his head embarrassedly, and whispered:

"That's... Sir, I can't write. ”

——————

"Slut, you see there's a village up ahead, shall we go and see it?"

Jian Yuxi stood on the top of the mountain, holding Yue Hua, looking into the distance, pointing to a place at the foot of the mountain that was opened up, and several cottages could be faintly seen inside.

"You don't even hide it now. Ren Buji, wrapped in bandages and wearing a short shirt, walked up to Jian Yuxi, stretched out his hand to her, and pointed to the hem of his skirt:

"Yue Hua returned me. ”

Jian Yuxi stuck out her tongue at Ren Buji, don't look over:

"Brother Li said it to me. ”

"Grandpa!Who's your big brother!" Li Zilai followed behind the two slowly, drinking wine and scolding with a smile.

Bai Houde came to Ren Buji's side, looked at the cottage in front of him, and then shook his head at Ren Buji.

Ren Bujian comprehended and looked at Jian Yuxi:

"In a hurry, we still have to find Lu Jiu, it will be a waste of half a day to help me cut meat, depending on the situation, we will have at least half a month to get to Qingzhou, there is no time to waste." ”

"There's a knife in that place. Jian Sui said suddenly, his slender eyes as sharp as a sword staring at the distant village, and continued:

"It's very strange in there, there's a murderous aura, a murderous aura. ”

Li Zilai skimmed at Jian Sui, as if smiling, Ren Bujian heard the second half of Jian Sui's words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he also looked at the cottage, and finally scratched his head, how come these guys have different pupils!

Bai Houde wiped his face, held his sword, and flew towards the clouds, staring at Ren Buru as before.

Ren Bujian crossed his waist, the knife? I don't know what happened to the goods? Uncle Bai's knife... Forget it, Ren Bujian looked at Jian Yuxi and nodded.

The latter immediately had a bright smile on his face, and jumped towards the foot of the mountain with Yue Hua in his arms.

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In the neat cottage, in a thatched hut that looked very dilapidated, the old man sat cross-legged on the ground, and the earthy yellow breath kept drilling into the old man's body.

The old man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the bones in his hands turned, and on the altar in the middle of the cottage, the gold lacquer statue slowly sank, and then another gold lacquer statue turned inside the red-painted shrine, divine and majestic, facing the cottage.

When the old man was done, he closed his eyes again, waiting, waiting.