"Brother Zuo, why are you doing this? This immortal fate cannot be obtained. Why don't you and I leave here first and make plans after we recover from the wounds!"
When Wang Zhang saw his friend, he seemed a little crazy and kindly comforted him.
Zuo Chi shook his head and looked at Wang Zhang beside him: "Old Wang, you and I have grown up together since childhood, and I know your temperament.
Logically speaking, your temper is as stubborn as a cow.
What's wrong today? You have always been keen on seeking immortals and asking questions. Why did you retreat when you meet an immortal this time?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhang smiled helplessly: "This is a matter of fate that seeks immortality and is not forced to come."
I was also unwilling to accept it, but as you said, things are exhausted and beyond my reach.
Some things can be desired after all!"
"What are you going to do next?"
Wang Zhang stared at the stream in front of him: "This river is only five meters wide, and I can cross it with my skills.
I’ve been out for two years and it’s time to go back. Why not go back to Qingzhou with me!”
Zuo Chi hesitated. Faced with the suggestion of his friends, he also thought of his family in Qingzhou and his fiancee whom he had been engaged since childhood but had never met.
This hesitation turned into silence. After a while, Zuo Chi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.
The originally slightly confused look became firm, and he looked at Wang Zhang and said solemnly: "No, I plan to find Xianren Lu and take him as his teacher. If you really want to go back to Qingzhou, you can go to my house and tell me.
As for my wife who has not passed the door, I told my father that if I don’t return within two years, I will go to the door to cancel the marriage and don’t let the girl wait stupidly!”
Seeing Zuo Chi who was usually laughing and laughing, Wang Zhang knew that his friend was not joking.
Wang Zhang slowly spoke: "Have you decided?"
Zuo Chi nodded. Seeing his friend's situation, Wang Zhang felt that he was a little arrogant and reminded him: "Old Zuo, this immortal has always been high and high. According to legend, they all fly over the clouds and fog for thousands of miles, and there is no trace at all!
I think the immortal Lu exists like this, and you may not be able to find him. This is like finding a needle in a haystack. Why not cross the stream with me and go home."
Then he raised his hand and pointed to the other side of the stream: "Look, the other side of the river is the way home..."
Zuo Chi stood up and was silent for a long time. After a clash of heaven and man in his mind, he slowly said, "Although I also know that the opposite side of the stream is the direction to return to Qingzhou, since I have decided to pursue the traces of immortal Lu, I don't plan to go home.
Although immortals are so hilarious that they are hard to find, this time I went down the stream with my intuition, perhaps in the eyes of others, it was all based on luck, like a mess.
But I can't do it just by accepting my fate like this!"
Seeing that his friend, this turtleman, was determined to eat weights, Wang Zhang knew that it would be useless if he persuaded him clearly.
Sometimes, unless you figure it out yourself, no matter how much others say, it will be futile.
Then Wang Zhang stood up, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and jumped, and a five-meter-wide stream passed by him.
When his feet landed on the ground, it should be caused by tremors. Wang Zhang only felt a faint pain in his back, which was where he was slapped by a witch last night.
As a result, after this violent activity, internal injuries occurred and breathing disordered, I immediately adjusted my breathing for a few breaths before I recovered.
Then he showed flushing and turned around and looked at the opposite side of the stream. Zuo Chi was still standing quietly on the other side.
Then Wang Zhang smiled slightly and waved to Zuo Chi: "Look, this river is only five or six meters long, and it is not the Milky Way in the sky. Wouldn't it be enough to step over like me?"
Seeing that his old friend was still unwilling to give up, Zuo Chi wanted to persuade him to leave together.
He then smiled and waved his hand: "Mr. Wang, why did you become such a mother-in-law today? Don't you know who I am? Don't persuade me if you can do it."
"You, you, I'm afraid I'm really going to hit the wall this time!"
When Zuo Chi heard what Wang Zhang said, he laughed: "Then let me hit the south wall!"
Wang Zhang laughed and scolded: "I don't believe it, you are really a stupid donkey. There is at most a stream between you and me, and it's not a natural barrier. Why can't you survive and die!"
"Haha... Just think that the stream in front of us is a natural barrier!" Zuo Chi responded with a smile.
Wang Zhang waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, I can't persuade you anymore. Let's do this. We will stay in a nearby town for some time on the way.
I will wait for you in the inn I used to stay in the town for three days. If you don’t come in three days, I will go back to Qingzhou by myself!”
"Okay, let's part with you!" Zuo Chi bowed and said goodbye.
Wang Zhang curled his lips and replied, stroked the sword around his waist. Seeing that his friend had nothing at the moment, he sighed.
He immediately untied his sword and threw it across the stream.
Zuo Chi took it over, and saw Wang Zhang on the other side turn around and look at him without looking at him. He said as he walked, "You guys, your sword was broken, so why do you ask for the immortals and ask them?
My sword was made of a lot of money, called Feihong, and it will be left for you to defend yourself, so take it to use it!"
Seeing that his old friend left without looking back, Zuo Chi shouted loudly: "Old Wang, don't worry, if one day I succeed in learning, I will definitely make you famous all over the world. Well, it is famous in the Three Realms!"
Wang Zhang left without looking back, waved his sleeves impatiently, and cursed: "Go and go, you really don't know the weight, be careful and speak with your tongue!"
While the two laughed and scolded, they parted ways, one at the end of the river and the other at the other, and each acted according to their own hearts.
The other end...
Above the river, the kingfishers sing on both sides of the river, and the wind and smoke are clean.
The mountains and rivers are all in color, and a small boat is walking with the waves. Then look at the black-topped boat, a man in green sitting alone on the bow of the boat.
This person was strange at a glance. This person didn't need to support the boat, and he could go down the river without any bias when he sat down.
From yesterday to today, Lu Yun has been on this boat for a long time, and at some point he has drifted to a river.
Compared to yesterday's stream, the water surface here is much faster and wider, but Lu Yun was leisurely and quiet...
At this moment, it seemed like he was inspired. Lu Yun also learned from the art of the ancients and whispered: "Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in the path. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishes alone in the snow in the cold mountains!"
As soon as the poem is expressed, I realize it is wrong!
The season he was in was summer, and the mountains on both sides were lush and beautiful. No matter how you look at it, you feel that it was different from the artistic conception in the poem.
Of course, Lu Yun is not good at writing poetry. A guy like him who has learned vernacular Chinese since childhood has been a child is not a strong point in poetry. At worst, he can write out the poems he memorized in childhood.
And most of them are just one or two sentences, not to mention classic works.
Just take my works, I only remember that Tao can be told, not the constant Tao, name can be named, not the constant name... and then it will be gone!
Of course, there is another important thing that must be solved immediately.
That is the paper he carries!
Since yesterday, I took a boat and went down, Lu Yun took the pen and splashed ink, and described the scenery along the way one by one.
During this process, many papers were filled with them.
He found that the landscape paintings he painted could not be transformed from virtuality, which was obviously due to the insufficient realm.
Otherwise, if a painting is thrown out, it will be three mountains and five mountains. What is the difference between dropping a nuclear bomb?
At first, he planned to draw paper whenever the paper was not enough, and take it from the painting, so that the nesting dolls would be endless.
Unexpectedly, the idea of ​​planning to live for two, two, and three was ruthlessly interrupted.
The things you paint must come from reality.
That is, the one that is born in one's life must be owned by reality, otherwise it cannot be used at all.
And if the so-called one can be ignored, then Lu Yun vaguely realizes that he can grasp the nothing from nothing to something.
Based on his modern thinking, this wordless can be understood as creation!
Chapter completed!