There was a small boat floating by the river, and a man was sitting on the boat, holding a long pole, as if he was fishing. The rain fell on him, but he seemed not to notice it, and stared at the river attentively. He did not feel wet or cold.
, devoted both physically and mentally
On the long pole in his hand. But when he looked carefully, he found that his hair and clothes were not stained by a drop of rainwater. A thin layer of spiritual clothes covered his body, separating the cold spring rain from this empty look.
Somatic isolation of temperature.
There was clearly a distance between the boat and the shore, but I didn't know who had stepped on the awning. This person must have been extremely good at lightness. The boat only sank slightly, then quickly floated up, spreading out a layer of invisible ripples and rainwater.
The scratched lines collided and melted. He was holding a worn-out oil-paper umbrella and standing on top of the awning. If the rain got heavier or the wind got stronger, this old umbrella would definitely become useless.
"You'd better fish from the shore," said the man holding an umbrella. "When it rains, the fish gather in shallow water, waiting for the seeds and insects on the shore to be washed into the water."
"How are the fish in the tank?" the angler asked without looking back.
"It's a joyous swim. It's just going around and around in a round water tank, and you have to swim back to the starting point."
"Have the fish ever told you how those fragile fins, as thin as cicada wings, separate their fingers to catch prey?"
"I just said that it was injured by a living corpse, and it turned out like this after recovery. It doesn't sound like a lie. It probably has something to do with the cycle of spiritual energy and the characteristics of Wangui Zhi."
The fisherman stopped talking and still looked at the water surface intently. Both of them were silent, and the rain kept falling, neither heavy nor small. The dense raindrops on the water surface continued to spread without stopping for a moment. After a long time, the young man in gold clothes came again.
Ask him:
"You must have spent a lot of effort to get rid of the yin and yang and go to the stream."
"It's as annoying as a plaster. I don't want to be too high-profile, but it gives him the face to chase after him."
"Then have you seen the poor girl?"
"See you," Wuyonglan put her left hand on her right shoulder and rubbed it, "Although it's a little worse, with a little help, it's still a good seedling. It's a pity that she refused Wuyong's help."
Wen Jiu seemed to have heard something new and couldn't help but open his eyes wide. He smiled and said, "It's really rare for someone to refuse your offer?"
"I told her truthfully that exchanging her brother for a doll is a sure-profit deal. We can guarantee that such a body is more attractive to the soul. In terms of use, it is much better than the corpse of a dead person.
There is no need to rely on a steady stream of spiritual bodies and vitality for maintenance, and you can maintain your youthful appearance for a long time. You can overcome lack of water, aging, and death... The shortcomings of human beings will never be found in puppets."
"Moreover, her brother will always be her brother, and this will never change due to changes in the form of the carrier."
"Yes...but she still refused. She stubbornly believed that only her brother's original appearance was what she wanted most, and what her brother wanted most. Even if he lost a hair, he would no longer be
The real him is ordinary. I can understand it, but it is difficult to understand it. This is stupidity
If you stay in the old days and stay in your old ways, you will eventually die. After the flowers are dried and processed through several processes, they will eventually decay and return to the earth. Silk flowers are always beautiful, never rot, never wither, and are immortal.
It is always despised and ignored by those who pursue the meaning of the so-called truth."
"Flowers never bloom again. When the flowers wither and return to dust, people will naturally know what is the best choice."
"My patience allows it, but I don't have time to wait for that day."
"It's true." Wenjiu sat down, his legs hanging on the awning, and his hands still holding the umbrella. "It is not easy to communicate with an evil angel. Presumably, the encounter between the ten evil spirits was caused by the devil Yama."
Monitoring all the time, it’s hard to say whether you can escape those eyes next time.”
"There is no better choice."
"Is there anyone else in the Death Shadow Pavilion who can recommend you? Ah, I remember that Miss Thief is with them. Maybe this is the best cover."
"Existing in name only. After all, the Shadow Pavilion is the eyes, ears, hands, and feet of the Yama Demon, not just the mouth. They are all duplicitous. In fact, the thieves are just acting under their control. No one who has been in the hands of Yu Yumingxu can do anything for him.
The people I use who are like prostitutes will probably become extinct."
Wen Jiu asked curiously: "Tell me, what did you see in her in the first place? It's worth taking such a big risk to meet her."
"Her brother." Wuyonglan paused, "She herself is an out-and-out idiot, but idiots can also be useful. Her brother is her greatest source of strength, but also her greatest weakness. Qiuqi
If you pluck the main string of your lifeline, you can do whatever you want. If you are smarter, you can still make people willing to do it."
"Well, that's why she's so stubborn."
"It's hopeless. But even if a guy like that is let go, he won't become my enemy."
"That's right. She will only fight against those who interfere with her. Ah, what about the boy? Since he is a child, he should be obedient."
Wuyonglan rarely turned his head and glanced in his direction. Although he did not look at him formally, Wenjiu sensed his contempt from this move. His tone and eyes clearly did not change, and Wenjiu could still hear a hint of disdain.
Come.
"Children are the most disobedient to discipline. Even monsters are the most difficult to tame at that age."
"The girl with two tongues is actually older."
"In the Wuyong clan, her role is insignificant. Instead, letting her wander around will cause reasonable damage."
"Then do you think the greedy girl is the same?"
"Her selfish desires are comparable to mine, and she will not be willing to obey or cooperate. What's more, her vision is narrow and she can only focus on those magic weapons. This will only cause more trouble for me."
Hearing this, Wenjiu showed a wry smile. He couldn't help but raise his legs and kicked Wuonglan with the toe of his shoe. It was as hard as a stone. Wuonglan's slender figure remained motionless, even the fishing rod in his hand.
Never trembled.
"With so many demands, no wonder I'm still single."
Wuyonglan opened her mouth slightly, and gave a thin grin, which seemed to be a smile, but seemed not. Anyway, the warm wine could not be seen.
"I have long been accustomed to being alone, and even to the point of falling in love with it. But in today's world, I can only say that it is easier to travel when you have more friends."
Wen Jiu also looked in the direction of his gaze. The fishing line never wavered, and he suspected that there was no bait on the hook. But it didn't matter, he didn't care about it. The two stopped talking, each seemed to have his own thoughts, and both seemed to be empty-headed.
Now. The cumulonimbus clouds move slowly,
Finally it went away, revealing a clean sky. The sky in the east was still very blue, but in the west it began to glow with golden light. The sun touched the mountains in the distance and slowly pulled itself down. The orange-drenched clouds were really beautiful.
, it seems like it can start to rain warm colors.
"Did you..."
It was rare for Wuyonglan to take the initiative to speak, but Wenjiu guessed what he was going to say.
"Are you so careless about your brother? The fish smells like a fox. I don't believe you haven't noticed it."
"Oh, you are making fun of me," Wen Jiu put away the oil-paper umbrella, "I was wondering when you were going to bring it up."
"Your friendship shouldn't be just a flash in the pan. But..." He lowered his voice, "If in the end, he still knows nothing about you, wouldn't you feel a little bit regretful and a little bit disappointed?
"
After hearing this, Wen Jiu turned his face slightly and looked towards the warm west. His expression and tone were so relaxed, as if he was telling someone else's story.
"Since it's something I've considered carefully, why should I blame others for not being considerate enough?"
"People like you are the ones who will leave their names in the history books."
"You can do it too," Wenjiu smiled, "in the form of a villain. But you probably don't mind."
"I even like it a little bit."
"But I don't care. This last name was once something I was proud of, but now I just want to throw it away. But I didn't do that. This is almost the last connection between me and him."
"Your story has just begun - from an opposing perspective."
"Really? It's obviously the end. I hope I will never get to star in this rivalry scene. But things are always destined to backfire, and it would be really ugly to get to that point. If it is unavoidable that day, I will fight for it.
.I will never leave the stage until the winner is determined - just like I did in Master's room that day."
Wen Jiu held up the oil-paper umbrella, as carefully as he was sizing up the musical instrument on his waist. But only he himself knew where his eyes penetrated all of this and where they really landed.
"You will achieve great things." Wuyonglan continued talking to himself, "You will achieve great achievements. When the time comes, everyone will remember your name. Your name will be a household name, even if you would rather give up; your achievements will be
Recite it for the ages, even if you just follow your heart."
Wen Jiu suddenly laughed, heartily and loudly. It didn't matter whether he was deeply affectionate or insincere. He just felt that he hadn't laughed like this in a long time, even though he didn't take a word of Wu Wonglan's words to heart.
It's like someone told a funny joke, but not quite
I remember it in my heart. After a long time, when someone mentioned it again or when I thought about it, I could laugh like this again. However, Wenjiu felt that he hadn't laughed like this for a long time. After a long time, he wiped it off
Wiping the corners of his eyes, wiping away half a tear from his laughter, he said to Wuyonglan:
"Who in this world would believe lies?"
Wuyonglan didn't speak, just looked at the river in silence, as if he had never said what he just said.
"It's rare for you to say some interesting compliments. It doesn't matter, I smiled happily. In short, as for the suitable partner, this matter is taken care of by me. I will go around a lot more to find it for you. But I have to be cautious.