It may be that the outside world is very stable, and no one disturbs her. Li Ruoshui stayed in this place for three days this time, and observed the road for three days.
Life down the road is extremely boring.
In the early morning, I meditated and practiced martial arts. After eating the tasteless steamed bread and pickles at noon, I continued to practice martial arts. At night, I ate steamed bread and salted vegetables. After listening to his master talk about his resentment and anger over the years, he smiled habitually, and then practiced martial arts.
Even though his five senses are sensitive and his talent is very good, he is a good seedling of martial arts, but his ability to become the ceiling of martial arts in the book is inseparable from these diligent exercises.
Li Ruoshui looked at the meal of the master and the apprentice, and couldn't help showing his face.
I used to follow his mother and dressed well, but he was eating steamed buns and vegetables. Now he is following his master, dressed in average clothes and eating steamed buns and vegetables.
He has eaten more steamed buns than Li Ruoshui when he was young. He grew so tall later on because he was strong.
"It's today, you go quickly and turn their birthday feast upside down."
Lu Zhiyao's master was extremely excited. As soon as it was dawn, he turned his wheelchair to wake Xiao Lu Zhizhi and reminded him what to do today.
Xiao Lujiao opened his eyes, his expression was lazy, his unfocused eyes "looked" at his master, nodded, then got up and groped to wash up.
Xiao Lu Zhi couldn't comb his hair, no one taught him, even the red silk tied on his head was figured out by himself. First URL
Li Ruoshui never dreamed that in such a life, what really troubled Xiao Lujiao was how to tie his hair.
He knelt down on the shabby bed, looking like a small ball, with his eyes open without focus, he picked up the upper part of his hair with his hands, bit the red silk with his teeth, and kept pulling back the loose hair .
But it was very real. When he tried to tie it up with red silk, his hair came loose and the red silk was loose.
Xiaolu Zhigao took a deep breath, maintaining a smile on the corner of his mouth, tightly grasping the hair on the top of his head with his hands, slightly irritably wrapped it in red silk, and the ends of the tied hair drooped to one side, more like a little boy. girl.
So that's why he never got his hair growing up...
After getting his hair done, he ate two steamed buns as usual, ignored the master who was immersed in joy, picked up the steamed buns, sword and puppet and left the wooden house.
There were no friends in the small road, so I made a few puppets for myself.
These puppets have strange shapes and are very scary in color. Li Ruoshui has only been here for three days, and he has been scared a few times.
He seldom went to the city, and when he was resting after practicing martial arts, he always liked to take the puppets for a walk in the bamboo forest. That was the most leisurely and childlike time of his day.
Xiaolu Kao was walking on the way to the city, holding a puppet in one hand and exploring the way with a sword in the other.
The odd-looking puppet was manipulated to make twisting movements, and the wood on its body touched and made a clanging sound.
Li Ruoshui followed behind him, worried.
Let such a young child go to the banquet and let him go alone? How much should you give yourself something to protect yourself from?
How can the child leave with the puppet in his hand?
Li Ruoshui slandered his master, and shook his head and sighed like an old mother behind him, completely forgetting that Xiao Lu Chiao was going to kill.
"What are you looking forward to doing today?"
He raised the puppet, his misty eyes reflecting the terrifying puppet, but failing to focus on it.
Naturally, the puppet can't speak, it can only be controlled by thin lines and make corresponding movements.
Xiaolu Kao pulled its arm again: "Are you looking forward to it?"
Li Ruoshui: ...
It's just an ugly puppet, why bother with it?
"It's boring."
She saw Xiao Lu Kao sighed faintly, raised the puppet with a smile, and frowned slightly with regret.
"I thought it would be good if I didn't speak, but now it seems that it's not enough. What's the point of not speaking?"
"It's better to stay here with these silent bamboos."
As soon as he finished speaking, he inserted the puppet he had been playing with for a few days into the bamboo knot without hesitation, and continued to drag the sword forward.
Li Ruoshui looked at the puppet with half of its head in the bamboo joint, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her head. She would not be treated like this in the future.
Looking at the small figure in front of him, and the innocent tug at his head, Li Ruoshui once again felt a familiar chill.
Sure enough, perverts are not normal people when they are young.
Not long after walking, it started to rain in the sky, and Xiaolu Kao turned into a ruined temple without hesitation.
This temple is probably dedicated to the City God, but the statue can no longer be seen, only the red robe corners show some of the glory of the past.
He couldn't see the small road, and naturally had no concept. He groped and dragged a futon, sat on the candlestick in a meditation posture, propped his jaw boredly, and began to empty himself.
He has seen darkness since he was a child, and he probably doesn't feel anything scary here at this moment.
But Li Ruoshui was afraid.
Although she was an outsider who could not be seen or touched by anyone, and even though she was the strangest person in the temple, she was still afraid.
On a rainy day, the light was darker, and even more so in the temple. The City God Lord's robe was strangely red. Just looking at this depressing scene, she had already made up the 100,000-word supernatural novel "The City God's Temple".
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the corner, and Li Ruoshui jumped to the side of the path with amazing bouncing force, trying to block himself with his ten-year-old thin body.
Xiaolu Zhiyao obviously heard this movement, which was in stark contrast to Li Ruoshui, who was hiding behind him and sang Gong Xi Fa Cai silently. He was not afraid, and even became interested in it.
He raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly, beckoned to the place, knocked on the candlestick again, and called out, "Meow."
Li Ruoshui stuck his head out from behind him and looked at the three-flowered cat that stuck his head out from the corner, feeling embarrassed.
Fortunately, no one saw her like this.
People are often not scared to death by the truth, but by their own brains.
Li Ruoshui looked at the cat and immediately had a deep understanding of this sentence.
The three flowers walked out of the corner, and the thin and thin it walked a few times in the distance, as if it was a little anxious to escape, but it was raining outside, so it had to meow a few times at this place.
Xiaolu Zhijiao grinned, took out the steamed bun from his arms, tore a small piece, and swayed in the air.
The thin Sanhua cat probably hadn't eaten for a long time. In the instinctive appetite and escape, he chose appetite.
But it didn't make a sound, but walked over on the meat pad without making a sound, and it seemed that the steamed buns that were still swaying in the path would be eaten by it.
Li Ruoshui stood aside, looking at this person and a cat, fear was replaced by nervousness, but she still had an intuition that the cat would be empty.
Sure enough, the three-flowered cat hunched over and jumped up, but still couldn't cross the path quickly. He not only put back the torn buns, but also put them in his mouth.
"If you rob it, I won't give it to you."
The cat was still young, so naturally it was annoyed, but it couldn't jump up to the high candlestick, and could only purr menacingly under its claws.
"interesting."
Xiaolu Jiao chuckled, with a grown-up demeanor, tore off a piece and threw it to the three flowers again.
"This is your reward."
Sanhua cat jumped up, grabbed the steamed buns and devoured it, watching him vigilantly while eating.
As if feeling the sight of the cat, he broke off another piece and threw it over, and suddenly only half of the steamed buns remained in his hand.
"Is it delicious?"
The cat ignored him and continued to eat after meowing.
"What's the point of eating? If you please me, I'll give you all this."
He threw all the steamed buns and didn't save a mouthful for himself. He hadn't had breakfast today.
"In my opinion, the most interesting thing is watching other people struggle."
After eating the steamed buns, the cat licked its paws and looked at him from a distance, meowing from time to time.
Xiao Lujiao raised a smile at the cat, as if he had finally found a listener who would respond.
"When the master is released, I will leave her. How about I come to you then? I have never raised a cat, and I have always wanted to try it."
The cat looked outside the temple, the rain was getting lighter, and it seemed to be planning to escape.
Xiao Lu Kao listened to the sound of the rain, didn't know what to think, and looked a little lost.
"Don't listen to the sound of Chuan Lin slapping leaves, why don't you sing and walk slowly... The master doesn't seem to have said the meaning of this poem."
In order to get the news, Xiaolu Zhiyao stayed outside the academy for almost a month. His memory is very good, and he remembers all the poems the Master said.
Li Ruoshui always felt that he was not trying to spread news, but to learn.
As a sky-blind person, apart from his ears and hands, the most important thing he needs to know about the outside world is that others give him feedback.
But no one ever told him that the grass was green, the sky was blue, and the blood was red. All he knew was that the grass was hard, the trees were rough, and the blood was warm.
Not only book knowledge, but even common sense he is too lacking.
If everyone's cognition of the world is relatively one-sided, then he may not even be one-sided, and he lacks a basic understanding of the world at all.
No, Li Ruoshui couldn't help scratching his head. He always felt that the strategy was getting more and more difficult. How to communicate abstract love with a person who lacked common sense?
The rain stopped outside the temple, and there was only the tick of raindrops falling from the bamboo leaves.
Sanhua Mao couldn't wait to listen to Xiao Lu Zhi's inner words, turned around and ran out of the ruined temple, never to be seen again.
Halfway through he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.
"It's still not interesting, let's go back and be a puppet."
He walked out of the ruined temple holding the sword and continued to walk towards the destination.
Many people in the city were curious about this child who was holding a sword, his head was drooping, and the red feathers were hanging from his ears, and they all glanced at him.
Xiao Lu Kao walked forward without any distractions, and finally stopped at the corner of the street, facing the mansion opposite.
This mansion was built very grandly. In the center of the city, two words were written on the plaque, "Ho Mansion."
Today, there is a happy event in the He House. It is the birthday of his only son, and many guests are invited.
Most of the people who come and go are Jianghu people in strong suits and swords, and a small number are old men in luxurious clothes. His family should have closer contacts with Jianghu people.
Li Ruoshui looked at Lu Zhiyao worriedly. He is only ten years old now, and no matter how good he is, it is difficult to beat so many masters. Isn't this just to deliver food?
But before she could see what happened next, she felt dizzy, which was the omen of going back.
"No! I've been here for three days, how can you pull me back at such a critical time!"
Next time she will stick a note calling me individually on her body!
After the dizziness, Li Ruoshui opened her eyes in a daze, and what she saw was the dazzling sunlight, which was different from the cold depression she had just experienced.
Her eyes were focused on Lu Zhiyao by the bed, and she felt like a kitten was scratching in her heart.
Isn't this just a card plot? It's so uncomfortable.
What the hell is going on next? Has he been beaten up? She really wants to know!
Lu Zhiyao felt her movement, sipped a soft smile, and faced her with the sun.
"You slept for a long time."