Although there are many tourists, it is difficult to resist the cold feeling on the mountain.
The bustling food stalls at the foot of the mountain put people into a world of fireworks.
If you were in ancient times, or in more remote towns, you might hear the distinctive cries of vendors.
But times have changed after all, and thick, shiny paper with words such as "xlang shaobing, xx pot helmet" can be used as a signboard for a small food stall.
Yi Chun transformed into the appearance of a certain true king and wandered leisurely underneath.
He once thought that spiritual practice meant immersing yourself in a quiet place deep in the mountains, studying hard or inhaling spiritual energy.
But now, as his vision continues to broaden and his realm continues to improve.
Yi Chun discovered the related power system with this world as its core.
Underneath the cold and detached mode that seems to deviate from the world, in fact there is an indescribable human warmth.
It is not, as most people think, a complete stripping away of human nature.
Thereby achieving a certain state of affairs that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
Rather, it is a kind of philosophical thinking derived from the natural development of human nature to a certain state.
In the extraordinary world, especially in the extraordinary power related to the soul.
What you think about is the power you bear.
Although Yi Chun has gone through a lot of time.
But I still don’t have many brilliant insights into human nature and the human heart.
He just had some lengthy experiences and witnessed some absurd and confusing historical events.
If you are a psychic scholar, you may be more suitable in this aspect.
I've just seen too much of the darkness of human nature, and when I gradually peel back my shell, I'm bound to be affected by it.
Yi Chun felt that as a human being, he should have the consciousness of "I have done this problem".
But judging from the current situation, there is still more room for turning the page on this question...
Headache……
Yi Chun shook his head.
He felt that if he switched to philosophy, he might be able to become a bad philosophy apprentice.
But to gain the ability to change the world through this understanding is probably an epic task that will take several lifetimes to complete.
Normally, Yi Chun would never like to come to a place like this.
The stronger the smell of fireworks, the more nostalgic it made him.
Just like the orange lights of various houses in the evening, they always have some sudden and fatal lethality for wanderers, which directly penetrates the heart.
But now, compared to the immature kitten before.
Yi Chun now looks like a lazy big orange...
"call……"
Yi Chun happily gnawed on a sizzling duck that was burnt to a crisp and evenly sprinkled with some hot onions.
There may be no greater happiness in the world than this.
Yu Xing behind him swallowed.
He wanted to eat, but he didn't have time on his hands.
Carrying a lot of salutes on his back, he looked quite awkward in the entire food stall.
However, Yu Xing endured it.
If you can fool your senior brother, there will be nothing to be afraid of even if the world turns upside down.
He had previously thought of trying his skills with Yi Chun.
But when Yi Chun did come back, Yu Xing sadly found that he couldn't even draw his sword in front of his senior brother.
However, it was obvious that Taoist Yun did not give Yu Xing such an opportunity.
While Yi Chun was still eating happily, several Taoists took Yu Xing away in a truck.
Yi Chun shook his head, feeling somewhat like he had seen his son being tricked into sending him to kindergarten.
While Yi Chun was browsing the food stalls, he suddenly discovered an interesting stall.
The stall owner is an old man over fifty years old, and there are some candy figures scattered on the stall.
There were many tourists gathered there, and they also wanted to see something new.
More, or just to take some photos.
The old man didn't look like he was seriously relying on this craft to make a living.
Every one of them chatted with the tourists.
Occasionally, when I have business, I start playing with candy figures.
This is also the time when tourists take photos most frequently.
However, the old man is over fifty after all.
After making several candy figures, I felt a little exhausted.
Yi Chun stood there and looked at him for a long time.
After the tourists dispersed, they came up to strike up a conversation:
"Master, is your craft inherited from your family?"
Yi Chun looked at the old stall owner and asked.
"That's not true. I don't fool people."
The old man looked at Yi Chun for a moment, then grinned and said.
It was obvious that he had a smoking habit and his teeth looked a little burnt.
"When I was young, I loved to play and was greedy. That's what I was good at at that time."
"Because of this, I was beaten several times by my father."
There was a little nostalgia in the old man's cloudy eyes.
He couldn't explain it clearly, and he didn't know why his father beat him.
"He can't beat me now."
"I have to play more before I go down."
Yi Chun was listening next to him.
The old man's story didn't have anything too bizarre.
Just an ordinary old man, nostalgic for the past.
The old man also told many details about the candy maker and the candy blower.
But after all, it is just casual chatting, without any specific logic, it is all trivial and casual.
But at this time, his image in Yi Chun's heart gradually became clearer.
At least, he is no longer a vague, stereotyped passerby.
A cold word that can be represented by "an old human male who is about to die".
Yi Chun glanced at the old man and then at the candy man on the stall.
He suddenly had some realizations.
A cold candy man can also be the bearer of some important emotions in a living being's past.
Perhaps, the method of mediating creation and reversing yin and yang lies in this gap between reality and reality.
Neither righteous nor evil, impartial.
"I feel a little itchy after hearing you talk so much."
"I'll lend you your stall to blow some peach..."
Yi Chun looked at the old man, and then manipulated the glutinous rice paste on the stall in an extremely amateurish manner.
Without being heated, the sugar syrup softened instantly as if it had been burned by fire.
But seeing Yi Chun blowing on it gently, it condensed neatly into the shape of a peach as if it was a replica.
"I'll lend you flowers to offer to Buddha, and I'll treat you to a peach."
The old man only heard Yi Chun's words, and when he looked again, he saw a vivid peach-shaped candy man on the stall.
Looking around again, I saw people hustle and bustle, but I could no longer see Yi Chun's appearance.
The old man suddenly woke up from a dream and hurriedly put the candied peaches into his food box.
Hold it in your hands and block it with your sleeves.
Without closing the stall, he picked up the food box and left.
He hummed a little tune that was difficult for others to hear, and wandered toward his home.
After my father beat me up, he brought the candy man home again. Maybe this was the same scene?
The old man suddenly thought.
This Tao'er is much more precious than his.
The old man remembered certain details, the thin red line between the other person's eyebrows, and the somewhat charming face...
After waiting, he should stop beating me so hard, and I will become a father...
When the old man thought about this, he became elated again, as if he had won a battle.
The white dove that was standing on the eaves, preening its feathers, fluttered its wings and left...