Chapter 157: Free and Pure Practice
""white……"
For a moment, you thought you had arrived in the future. But the person before you wasn't a Vajra, but a fox.
The white-velvet fox man, the double image on the other person tells you that this is the Bai Lu of the past.
So, she is not Bai Lu.
You glanced at her, silently took the snack from her hand, and then heard her say with a smile, "It's called [Fragrant and Crispy Pam Pam Pie]!"
"Little friend, you have the breath of the sea of stars on you. You must have come a long way."
——It’s really strange. When I listen to her talk, my nose feels sore.
But you didn't want to face her again. You turned your back to this strange yet familiar fox man and sniffed, "I'm sorry, you helped me, but I can't exchange names with you."
Exchanging names with others is like giving a name to a small animal; people's emotions will be passed on through the name.
But you already know Bailu. No matter how long ago this fox sister and Bailu were reincarnations, you only want to remember one of them, Bailu.
This feeling is like the clearing and overwriting of game records between different accounts for the original A Chong.
…You just feel a little sad.
A little bit.
"Is that so? That's okay. It must be because the time hasn't come yet." Her laughter was clear of any gloom. "I can sense that, even though there might be a huge age difference, we can still be good friends in our teens, decades, or even centuries. Perhaps that time will come a long, long time from now..."
——"Bai Lu has to work at Dandingsi. She doesn't look the same age as me. Maybe she's in her teens, dozens, or even hundreds of years old? But it doesn't matter. I'll wait until she's less busy. We can still be good friends."
You feel that holding back your tears is a very difficult thing. It's okay if you don't make any sound, but when you hum and try to speak, you accidentally blow a snot bubble.
Damn it, including the ages in my memory, you're already hundreds of years old...
Bending your head and taking a bite of the [Savory and Crispy Pam Pam Pie], you turned back without looking up at him, your other hand grabbing the remaining candy from your pocket.
Unfortunately, even at this moment, tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know why your head had turned into a tangled ball of yarn.
Perhaps it was because he was facing such a complicated situation before he was 12 years old;
Perhaps it was for Bai Lu's transformation from a white-haired fox-man to a Vajra Dragon Lord;
Or maybe I am confused because I can’t find the way home...
"Oh, these are candies I've never seen before! Thank you, little friend."
You casually wiped away the crumbs of the snack, barely keeping your composure, and saw her sparkling eyes and the [Colorful Dream Assorted Candies] in her hand.
Dreams are your and Bai Lu’s secret base.
Bailu knew that you had planted Vipaje in your dream. After all, you played together in your dreams. No matter how slow she was, she couldn't have been unaware of it.
She had indeed been upset because the flowers were planted for Professor Latio. Planting flowers for General Jing Yuan himself was fine, but Professor Latio was a man after her.
And how did you solve this problem?
——You collected the hair that shed while you were in the Genius Club and asked your mother to make you a [small felt A Chong style].
Looking back now, you actually feel a little regretful that you were unable to send Bai Lu a flower...
You think to yourself, no matter what the future holds, at least at this moment nothing can stop you from being friendly to this stranger.
"I'm glad to see you, so I want to give this to you." You thought about it, turned your palm upwards, and gradually a bunch of flowers without roots and stems appeared.
Just as the Lannaras give you flowers, give you friendship, and give you blessings, you also give the same gifts to her.
“No matter how gloomy the sky and the earth may be, as long as your life flows like a clear spring, sweet dreams and deep sleep will always be with you.”
"You left this frame."
"Your doubts remain, your powers aren't fully realized, but you've embarked on your journey.
Sometimes you will meet Fu Li, who will tell you the current time, but he cannot always find you the first time.
Just like now, because of a familiar aura, you are frozen in time. Controlling your power, you don't allow yourself to continue to flow through time. At this stage, you can only rely on the aura of familiar people to grope your way.
——You met Lan.
It is not the [hunting] mist, but the human mist.
You followed him for a long time, and he didn't even look back. If you were far away, he would slow down, and when you approached quickly, he would resume his original speed.
Lan, bow and arrow in hand, marched resolutely forward amidst the dust and smoke, the flurry of people's footsteps. You had no idea which immortal ship you were on, or what had happened. You didn't want to think, and you didn't want to speak. You just followed him silently, like this.
"Following me?" the armored Cloud Cavalryman asked softly, still walking and looking ahead.
"Yeah." You nodded.
"Nowhere else to go?"
"I don't know where to go... I'm lost." You lowered your head slightly, and felt your tail dragging on the ground, every hair straight and lifeless.
He chuckled, "So you know where I'm going? You followed me without asking."
"I know... well, I know where you're going."
Hearing this, he stopped walking, and after a while he slowly turned around, tilted his head to reach out to you, lowered his eyes to look into your eyes, and slowly spoke -
"...How can you say you have no clothes?"
You looked up at him, and with a sudden movement, the strands of hair on your forehead moved, your fox ears twitched, and you thought of your answer.
Holding the hand that is not holding the bow, I say, "Let's work together."
(Translation: Set out with you.)
This is the poem "Wu Yi" written before the immortal boat set sail. It is also a war song. At the same time, you also understand the time you are in.
Since the ancient times, the Immortal Boat has been at war with the Wing-Makers of Abundance who came from outer space.
Therefore, this was the second time that Xianzhou fought against the WingMakers. Coincidentally, the sentence you answered him also came from the second paragraph of "Wu Yi" (No Clothes). He said the first sentence, and you said the last sentence.
…
On the way to resist the WingMakers' invasion of the Immortal Boat, you discovered that this armored sergeant was not entirely Lan. He was one of the soldiers who joined the Cloud Cavalry and made a deal with Sui Yang.
Sometimes you will feel that he is very familiar, but you have not been with Lan for too long and cannot make a judgment.
But the fact that you stay in this frame because of his breath has undoubtedly proved a certain fact.
——You and he are traveling together to chop down [Jianmu].
Despite this goal, martial arts still require refinement. Not far from Yaoqing, the fertile creatures of the Wingmakers' planet, Qiongsang, and Jianmu on the Immortal Boat attracted each other, sparking this war.
You followed him on his expeditions, sleeping in a random place each night. Even though the accommodations were poor, you often couldn't escape your old habits. He would wake up early, stretching his muscles, but you still couldn't get up.
Then he would take out the "hot floating goat milk" that he had found from some unknown corner, and this would be the beginning of your daily journey together.
Soldiers with the power of Sui Yang are good at killing enemies, but not so good at finding and searching for them. If they attack in groups with one arrow, it would be ok as they can kill a large number of them. But if the power is insufficient, the Wing Makers will die, but the [visual flesh] they drive is not so clear, and it is difficult to tell whether they are dead or alive.
This is when I need your help.”
"Besides fighting, the sergeant who accompanied me would get up early to buy hot goat milk, and sometimes he would even like to maintain your fox fur. Of course, there was nothing I could do if he didn't do it.
After all, you wouldn't touch your own ears or tail. If the fur is messy, dry, frizzy, or oily, it won't be you who feels uncomfortable touching it.
The soldier in armor and holding a bow said it very well, but his body had been promised to Sui Yang, who would take over his body in the future, in exchange for power, but yours still belongs to you, so you must take good care of it.
Seeing him laugh, you felt unhappy and pulled the purple hair on his head several times. This truth hidden in a joke forced him to lower his head and talk for a long time before you calmed down.
He later said that after all, he was the first fox man to come to the Immortal Boat, and he stayed to help in times of crisis. This was a very precious friendship.
Read as "friendship" and written as "father-son love".
But you didn't listen to him and insisted that she was your long-lost future wife.
"You know, I was born without a wife."
He wants to treat you as his son, so why can't you treat him as your wife? Since "forces act reciprocally," you can each discuss your own opinions.
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Later, for reasons unknown—perhaps the time had come, perhaps some condition had been met—one morning, he not only brought back warm goat milk but also had someone specially make fresh "Ming Ou Cake."
[Ming Ou Cake] When you bite into it, it makes a strange sound, which sounds like Ah Ha laughing in your ear.
He patted your head and said, "This has to be done. Meeting you in the midst of war... is indeed a blessing."
He spoke a little while and [Ming Ougao] laughed a little.
Chewing, chewing, and before you know it, you've stopped moving your mouth.
The armored soldier didn't know what would happen. He just followed his feelings, came to the bow of the Yaoqing ship, drew his bow, and shot an arrow as usual.
You saw him draw his bow toward the sky, his purple hair replaced by a crown, his arms, torso, and hair ends gradually covered by a touch of blue, replaced by [mist]... and this arrow almost tore the sky apart.
Archers, chariots, and horses, these elements make up [Lan].
You saw with your own eyes that he was covered by the concept of "Lan". He indeed became Lan, but Lan could no longer become him.
The moment you realized this, you opened your eyes from the Tree of Imaginary Numbers, and all you saw were the hunting arrows of light.
The arrows from thousands of years ago lit up together with the arrows of today...
You saw [Lan], and you returned to [the present].
That was a blow against time.
The arrow that goes in the wrong direction of time follows you who defy time, and descends upon the [Jianmu] of that time, cutting it off.
"I'm a little..." You walked down from the Imaginary Number Tree, not taking the hand that Lan extended to you, and continued expressionlessly, "Angry."
Just looking at [Lan]'s expression, you don't want to be angry with him.
After pursing your lips for a while, you suddenly uttered the name of the God of Balance—
"mutual."
The concept of mutuality flows in the imaginary numbers, as if silently paying attention to you.
"I hate you."
you say. "
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