Chapter 142
But in fact, when I hear it, I know everything and everything is clear.
He didn't want to give up the things he should memorize, so he started to secretly cleanse his soul very early. He knew that the golden-winged roc would complain, so he always tied it with a puppet string at first.
Later, he used methods of boiling the eagle and reasoning (fearing) to make the bird come to his side. He is not good at lying, so he relies on Lao Mao to support him.
Chen Bubuo didn't expect that his puppet could be led to rebel by him. When he found out, Wen Shi had been cultivating it for many years. The little snowman who had always huddled up in a ball became taller, taller and taller.
Wenshi was 17 that year.
Because he often cleanses his soul, he has cultivated the path of no attachment or hindrance. When I smell it, I look colder and more unapproachable than when I was a child. As he grew up as a boy, he acquired edges and corners, unlike when he was a child, when he poked holes in his face, he gradually gained a bit of a sharp edge.
So much so that several senior brothers wanted to tease him but were a little afraid of him. Judging from his temperament alone, he seems to be the biggest one.
In those years, the world was always in chaos. If Chen is not there, he is not always in Songyun Mountain. When I hear about him, I often don’t see him for a while.
The minds of teenagers are always the most changeable, sensitive and erratic. Even if you have cultivated the path of no attachment or hindrance, you still need some heat when you hear it, and you cannot completely avoid the world.
He just looked coldly, not without any earthly emotions, especially when it came to Chen Bu.
When he was young, Chen Bubu looked like that. He had grown into a man without realizing it, but he still looked the same. He himself has changed by leaps and bounds, but he is still the same person who lazily leaned against the white plum tree and scolded him with a smile for "relying on favor and being arrogant."
This gave him a contradictory sense of separation.
It was as if he had grown up alone in the mountains. He was nowhere to be seen, but in the gaps of light and shade, a figure occasionally shone over him. Not like elders, more like visitors.
One time, Chen Chuo didn't return home until several months later. Wearing the mask he always wore when meeting outsiders, he was walking along the mountain path. The snow-white robe swept over the bluestone like a cloud, and was brushed by the red blouse.
When I heard about it, I happened to come up from the mountain col on the other side. I saw him from a distance and suddenly stopped. At that moment, he suddenly felt that the person in the distance was a bit strange.
They should be close, closer than anyone else in the world. They also have a common secret, which is the earthly fate hidden in the spiritual image.
But beyond these, there is something strange.
It's not indifference and alienation, but suddenly there is some subtle distance.
This feeling is subtle and comes without any reason, and I can never figure it out clearly when I hear it.
Until another spring two years later, I heard that they had just finished breaking a cage and returned to Songyun Mountain. After a short rest, they went to the training platform on the mountainside.
Bu Ning has a frail body that can fall down when the wind blows, and he is also a talkative person who likes to worry. While arranging a formation along the rocks, he said: "I heard the master say the other day that when the junior brother reaches the crown, we can go down the mountain, travel, Accept a disciple and enter the world of mortals. But I am used to living with you, and I feel lonely alone. How about we become a companion?"
Zhong Si used the talisman to play with the wind and disrupt the formation he had set up. He responded: "Okay, you are such a small body. I'm afraid you won't be able to survive for a few days down the mountain alone."
Bu Ning pointed at him from a distance and warned him in a low-spirited manner: "You play again? Are you afraid of a big disaster in six days?"
"Don't be afraid, at worst I won't go down the mountain." Zhong Si said this, but withdrew his troublesome hand and turned to ask the other two people.
Zhuang Ye has a nickname, "Zhuang Hao Hao", because if you ask him anything, he will always say "Hao Hao Hao" and he has the least temper. So Zhong Si mainly focused on asking questions. After all, their biggest bet every day was whether the Bingzhazi Junior Brother would be happy or unhappy.
Unfortunately, Wen Shi happened to be unhappy at the moment.
There is still one year left before he reaches the crown, and he has heard that sentence several times. But every time he thought about "going down the mountain" and maybe not coming back for a long time, he felt indescribably dull and irritable.
At that time, Zhuang Ye was practicing his precision with the puppet string one after another, using a thin silk thread to catch birds, fish, falling petals, and flying insects.
The wind whistled, which was very scary. When I heard it, I couldn't avoid it. He lowered his thin eyelids and leaned against the tree, pursing his lips and sorting out the threads on his fingers.
"What do you think?" Zhong Sichong asked in the direction of the news.
He didn't even raise his eyes when he heard it, and said sadly: "Let's talk about it next year."
"Junior brother, what's the best way to throw out the puppet string?" Zhuang Ye asked next.
He was still not interested when he heard it. He just happened to hear a sound on the mountain road and gave Zhuang Ye a demonstration. As a result, as soon as the puppet line was thrown out, he was startled.
Because the people who turn around on the mountain road are nowhere to be seen.
At that time, when I heard about it, puppetry was not far from reaching its peak. The puppet line swept over at the most cunning angle, so fast and powerful that no one could give way.
So, Chen Bubu raised his hand to gather those puppet threads and held them in his palm. The snow-white cotton thread wrapped around the curve of his slender, bone-shaped index finger, then wrapped around his ring finger, and then hung down.
That was the first time Wen Shi knew how deeply involved the puppet line was with the puppet master.
At that moment, his half-downcast eyes trembled. Those clean and slender fingers seemed to be holding more than just a few silk threads, but were probing into his spiritual aspect.