Buti took the cart from Lake and walked slowly through the oncoming crowd. The evening sun shone on the hair of Lake who followed him. Lake had become gloomy since leaving Martha's stall, although before

I didn't talk much when I was following Buti, but overall I was able to exchange a few words with Buti.

In this way, Lake and Buti walked out of Lucas Market and passed through several small alleys. Buti still didn't wait for Lake to speak, so he stopped and planned to talk to Lake.

Lake kept his head down and stared at Buti's footsteps, following step by step. Suddenly, the footsteps in front of him stopped. Lake did not react. Just when he was about to hit Buti's nose, Buti stretched out his hand to block his eyes to support his imbalance.

Lake's head.

"What have you been thinking about along the way? Sit down and tell me so I can understand?" Buti straightened Lake's head and pointed to the side and asked.

Lake looked in the direction of Buti's finger and saw brown public seats.

He looked up and looked around. It was a small square. He knew this place, the square at the junction of Lower City and Middle City. There were many similar buildings, mainly for those who walked long distances to have a resting place.

"We, how long have we been walking?" The throat that had been silent until now swallowed dryly, and a hoarse voice came from Lake's mouth.

"It's been about an hour or two, but you haven't spoken, and I don't know the way. I just started walking around, not knowing where I am."

Buti walked to the seat next to him, parked the cart next to it, and stretched out his hand to motion for Lake to come with him.

Lake opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but he didn't know why he had been so reluctant to say anything these days. He paused for a moment and walked quickly towards the chair.

"This is the Grand Fountain Square, at the junction of the slums and midtown."

"Big fountain? It's pretty flat here. Where is the big fountain?"

Buti looked around in confusion. In addition to the red brick paved ground, there were only lifeless stone brick buildings and fragrant boche trees. The dim light gave everything around him an air of decline.

"This used to be a large square, a very large square." Lake pointed to the stone brick buildings on the side. "The space occupied by those buildings actually used to belong to this square."

"Is it because of urbanization? I know this. In the past forty years, the Farbuti Continent has undergone unprecedented changes. New technologies and new models have come one after another."

I don't know when Buti took out a short wooden pipe from his pocket and started smoking it with Ye Si. Lake didn't smell the pungent tobacco smell that he had in the past on Lao Wei.

A faint smell of grass.

The dense smoke swam out from his fingers, from his mouth, and from his nasal cavity, and the misty smoke slowly floated around the two of them.

"Dad, what kind of cigarette is this? It's different from other cigarettes." Lake waved away some of the smoke in front of his eyes.

"This is not smoke, this is burning leaves made from Qingxincao. Qingxincao is a plant from the Qi Zheng Kingdom in the Dongqi Continent. After burning, it can make people think clearly."

Buti showed Lake what was burning in the pipe.

Lake stretched his head over and took a look. The flickering leaves in the pipe could be clearly distinguished in the fading sunset. They were dark green after the leaves were roasted, and dark red spots on the thick leaves.

The silk exudes gentle warmth.

"Okay, tell me how you feel. After thinking about it for so long, you should have some feelings."

Buti took back the displayed pipe, hung it in the corner of his mouth and started smoking again.

Lake looked up and saw that the pipe in front of him returned to Buti's mouth and continued to burn slowly.

He couldn't help but touch the pendant around his neck, picked it up and looked at it, it looked like a clover.

Martha made the pendant from green cloth cut into a clover pattern and filled with fine sand.

"Dad."

"Um."

"You have traveled to so many places, can you tell me what the whole world is like?"

Lake watched the sunset and listened to the faint supper clock in the distance and asked Boo.

"The world is too big. I just traveled a little bit more. I don't know what the whole world is like." Buti shook the leaves in his pipe and took a deep breath from the pipe. "I just

But, the world in my eyes is a prosperous and poor world, a world of order and chaos."

"Dad, what you said sounds so contradictory. It feels like the gibberish of an old man."

Buti did not answer Lake's words, but said to himself: "I say it is prosperous because more and more new technologies are emerging, and I say it is poor because it has little interaction with the majority of mortals. I say it

Order is because people can live in society with peace of mind. I say chaos because order only exists to maintain the integrity of society. In this forest called society, there are things you don’t understand.

There are things happening among the flowers, plants and trees that you don’t know about.”

"Prosperity yet poverty, order yet chaos. Dad, when you say that, I can somewhat understand it."

Lake raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. After the sun disappeared, the bright morning star (the brightest star in Taylor's world) in the blue sea of ​​​​stars can always be seen at a glance as long as the moon is bright and the clouds are sparse.

The location where it is found) is the most dazzling, as if the sea of ​​​​stars in the sky are just its foil.

Lake looked at the morning star and lamented its dazzlingness, but in his heart he thought about the Taboo Star (the dimmest star. Only excellent astral masters can find it at night. For a long time, this star has been regarded as...

Rumors, which were not confirmed until the advancement of stargazing tools in recent years), I feel that there are brightness and dimness in such a brilliant sea of ​​stars, so it should be the same in this world.

The pure grass burned out quickly, and the remaining ashes flickered tenaciously in the pipe.

Buti subconsciously observed the surroundings and found that there were very few people coming and going here, so he dumped the ashes at his feet. Not thinking that there were still ashes that had not been completely burned, he raised his feet and stepped on them, crushing them. After confirming,

After not rekindling, he raised his head and looked at Lake.

"Are you more ready to go? Look at this world, a world you have never seen before."

"I, I don't know. I just, I just, don't know that there are people living like Martha."

After Buti once again confirmed that there was no residue in the pipe, he put it back into his pocket and gently rubbed Lake's head. The soft hair suffered under Buti's big hands, and the light yellow natural curls were turned into messy ones by Buti.

Chicken coop head.

"You are only a teenager, and you haven't seen what the world is like yet! Do you plan to think about the future?"

"But, I saw it, I can't just pretend I didn't see it, right?"

"So? So what are you going to do? Or what can you do?"

"I." Lake suddenly leaned back on his chair weakly, "I can't do anything, and the only help I can get is from my family."

"As I said, you are still young, you are only a teenager. You still have a lifetime to think about what you should do? How you should do it. Do you know? Little Lake." Buti said that Lake's head had changed because of him.

Get messy curly hair straightened out.

Buti was not disgusted by Lake's hesitation and discouragement, but was satisfied with it.

The Monkey Sect is not only a sect that practices itself, but is also a sect that travels around the world and helps mortals. People who are good at thinking and understand and question themselves are destined to learn a lot during the journey.
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