[Thunderbolt Stegosaurus] I Floating Life

The next day, the three packed up and prepared to go down the mountain.

In fact, there is nothing, just the blueprint of the formation, and the wooden sword used by the Taoists for the practice of Taoists.

Speaking of them, they are more than 100 years old, but compared to their thousands of years of life, they are really the age of kindergarten, and their famous swords have not yet appeared.

Jianzi's ancient dust is still a thousand-year-old iron stone lying in Jufeng.

Lin Wushuang's Mingyue has no shadow yet.

Longsu's Zilong had already appeared, but he didn't bring it.

Jianzi held the wooden sword and asked Long Su if he wanted one. Long Su shook his head, raised the folding fan in his hand and said it was made of Jingxuan stone.

Jianzi nodded, and the three of them left Qingfeng Hall together, walked through several halls on bluestone slabs, and familiar people would greet each other from time to time, Jianzi usually responded kindly, while Lin Wushuang nodded expressionlessly.

To say that Jianzi and Lin Wushuang have very different personalities, Jianzi is open-minded, calm and unrestrained, and humorous, while Lin Wushuang has a cold personality and deep emotions. Being a good Taoist friend may be due to fate, or it may be due to the two people's mutual understanding. Destined to be extraordinary.

Jianzi walked to the mountain pass and found that Lin Wushuang was still standing somewhere in a daze. He yelled twice before turning around, but he was still in a daze.

Lin Wushuang asked if there were any women among the newly recruited Tao students this year?The tone seemed to be asking someone else or talking to himself.

Jianzi replied that it seemed there was, but Long Su said with certainty that there was.

Jianzi said how can you be so sure.

It's strange that Long Su didn't find out, it's rare for a female Taoist student to appear in your Taoist school.

Lin Wushuang ignored them, his thoughts were still stuck at the last moment, the moment when he passed by the hall where the new students lived.

At the end of a row of identical sleeping halls, there is a separate small courtyard. Lin Wushuang has been on this mountain for many years and has never paid attention to it. However, at that moment he passed by the door and looked through the open door glanced.

In fact, I didn’t see anything. There was a tree standing alone in the empty courtyard. That kind of tree gate is very common. Lin Wushuang and the others also have one in their own yard. If everything is like this, then Lin Wushuang will definitely be proud and unrestrained. Live his long life.

How can there be so many ifs in the world?Somewhere, something is always destined.

A gust of wind blows over and blows the crack of the door half open. Before Lin Wushuang can turn his head and leave, he sees Lian Emei standing in the yard, the wind blows her hair, and the sun shines on her outline. Light, with a calm face, she glanced at the dazed Taoist priest at the door.

Lin Wushuang felt as if he couldn't move anymore. There were many lights flashing in his mind, but he couldn't catch them all. When Jian Zi's cry came, he turned his head and left.

He followed Jianzi and Longsu aimlessly, as if he couldn't hear their voices at all, Lian Emei's quiet face appeared repeatedly in his mind, wondering if he had seen it before?

Isn't this the fate of the previous life, maybe it is a debt that will never be repaid in this life, but he is still so young now, it is the time when the love is first opened, and he just feels soft in his heart.

Lin Wushuang didn't think about anything, and he didn't think about it anymore, so what if he saw it or not?Anyway, in the sea of ​​thousands of people, there is only one person who is worth stopping. In the long river of time, I just met you at that moment.

Cultivating fate is also a kind of practice, and cultivating the mind is also a kind of practice. Everything in the world is practice. In the endless practice, if there is only one person, how lonely it would be.

Lin Wushuang laughed, and Jianzi asked him, do you think what I said is funny?

Long Su said that he was left cold by your joke.

Lin Wushuang didn't hear what they said at all. He took out the wine jug from the bag behind him, raised his head and took a big sip, feeling very happy, and suddenly became poetic:

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin.

The so-called Yirenxi is on the side of the door.

Lin Wushuang sings and walks freely and unrestrainedly, completely disregarding the feelings of the other two.

Jianzi was at a loss, not knowing what stimulated Lin Wushuang, he asked Long Su: Do you know?

Long Su shook his head, and said that I think he seems very happy.

Jianzi smiled and said yes, he has started to recite poems and create freely.

The mountain road is still difficult to walk, the white clouds still seem to be nearby, the sun is shining, the mountain breeze is blowing, and even the mood has become happy. It really is youth!