Under the sycamore tree.
Qin Luo looked at the stone and said, "There is a Jinghu Academy near Longhu Temple. I have many friends there. If you want to study, you can go to Jinghu Academy."
Stone's eyes shone with a longing to read, but he slowly lowered his head.
Qin Luo asked softly, "What are your concerns?"
"Big brother, the fortune teller said I have a tough fate, and I'm afraid it will bring them misfortune." Stone looked dejected.
Qin Luo smiled and said, "You've been with me for so long, have we had any misfortunes?"
With tears in his eyes, Shi Tou said, "The fortune teller said that my older brother has a bad omen, which may be because of my existence."
Qin Luo reached out and gently patted Shi Tou's shoulder. "Don't let so-called fate control you. Constantly running away will only make you lose your true self. Just do good deeds and don't worry about the future."
"I don't quite understand."
"Therefore, we should read more books."
Shi Tou and Qin Luo exchanged a smile.
Qin Luo thought of Chen Chang'an, "Not far from Jinghu Academy, there is a Black Mountain. The mountain god of Black Mountain is named Chen Chang'an. He is my friend. You don't need to worry about affecting him. His life was not good. He was a scholar in his previous life and read many books. You can study with him."
Stone looked up. "Will he want me?"
Qin Luo smiled and said, "Yes, I will write a letter, and you can give it to him later."
"Uh-huh."
Stone was overjoyed.
Qin Luo said seriously, "Shi Tou, I won't see you off. You will have to walk to the Purple Cloud Mountains on your own."
The capital may be in danger.
Qin Luo dared not take the stone on any adventure.
"no problem!"
Stone nodded with a determined look in his eyes.
A Bagua diagram appeared around Qin Luo, and he demonstrated the changes of the Bagua to the stone, saying, "The Dao is within it!"
Shi Tou watched intently. During the time he had been following Qin Luo, he had not only learned to use the Eight Trigrams, but also to meditate and breathe, and his physique far surpassed that of his peers.
After Qin Luo finished recounting the gossip, he asked with a smile, "Stone, how much of it did you remember?"
"I forgot."
Stone scratched his head awkwardly.
Qin Luo smiled slightly, "You can figure it out slowly later. Black Mountain is very special; it's a great place for cultivation."
"I will try my best."
The stone nodded heavily.
Qin Luo took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He wrote several letters under the tree. "These letters are yours. Give them to the mountain god of Black Mountain, and he will understand."
"good."
Stone tucked the letter into his pocket.
Qin Luo then put the other letters into his storage bag and handed it to Shi Tou, saying, "Please give this storage bag to Zi Yue at Longhu Temple. She's my junior sister."
Stone put away his storage bag and said solemnly, "Big brother, I promise to complete the mission."
Qin Luo nodded with satisfaction. He then took the little dumpling out of his pocket and put the red gourd into the dumpling's pocket.
"Help me take the little dumpling back to the Purple Cloud Mountains. If she hasn't woken up yet, leave her in Ziyue's care!" Qin Luo handed the little dumpling to Shi Tou.
Stone dared not be negligent.
He held the little dumpling in his hands.
Qin Luo led the stone across a small bridge, pointing north, "Follow this river all the way north, and you'll reach the Purple Cloud Mountains."
Stone held the little dumpling in his arms, bowed deeply, and said with tears in his eyes, "Big brother, I will wait for you to come back in the Purple Cloud Mountains!"
Qin Luo nodded with a smile.
Stone, carrying the little dumpling, walked towards the Purple Cloud Mountains with his bundle and black pot on his back, while Qin Luo, with nothing to his name, walked towards the capital. They gradually disappeared into the distance.
Qin Luo left the official road, preferring to walk along country lanes where there was no noise of carriages and horses. He walked from dawn till dusk, enjoying the surrounding scenery. Pingyuan County was full of fields planted with crops, and the people were busy from morning till night.
As the sun sets, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys.
Qin Luo passed through Hujia Village. The village had wide roads and a row of neat two-story wooden houses, making it more prosperous than many small towns.
Children were chasing and playing in the village, the village dogs were in groups of three or five, and tabby cats were leisurely wagging their tails while lying on high places.
Qin Luo smelled a very fragrant aroma—stir-fried cured pork with toon leaves. He could only quicken his pace and leave the village, unaware of his passing by the children around him.
night.
Under the bright moonlight.
The earth was draped in a pale yellow veil, and the croaking of frogs rose and fell in the rice paddies. Qin Luo walked along the country road, enjoying the tranquility of the night.
Qin Luo saw the stone through the Luo River. He ran with the wind in his feet, holding the little dumpling, wanting to reach the Purple Cloud Mountains as soon as possible.
The closer Qin Luo got to the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, the farther he was from the Luo River, and the weaker his water luck became.
Qin Luo didn't pay any attention and continued on his way.
The next day.
The morning sun rises high in the sky.
Qin Luo continued walking along the country road. Ahead of him was a boy of about seven or eight years old, about the same age as Shi Tou, but much taller. He was holding a wooden stick and would swing it at any wildflowers or weeds growing taller by the roadside.
After scolding the wildflowers and wild vegetables, the boy shouldered the wooden stick and strode away, occasionally gesturing with the stick in the air as if warning someone.
After walking for a while, the boy turned around and saw Qin Luo and the small box in his hand.
The boy looked at the young Taoist priest, frowned, and asked, "Who are you, and why are you carrying my book box?"
"My name is Qin Luo, what's your name?"
Qin Luo smiled.
The boy stood tall and proud, and declared in a loud voice, "My name is Li Heitan!"
"You look fair and chubby, why are you called Black Charcoal?"
"Ask my dad."
The boy spoke loudly and wasn't shy at all. "Anyway, I'm not going to school anymore. If you like this book box, I'll give it to you."
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