My filial piety has gone bad

Xiao Ran accidentally heard it, and his lower body felt cold.

No, it's a scalding of the lower body.

Still in shock, the uncle walked out of the alchemy room, looking a little tired, but still said softly:

"Yue'er was injured yesterday, and she hasn't fully recovered yet. Eating some Suzaku meat will also help her recover."

Saying so, Master Yinyue handed Xiao Ran a few pills.

"It's the same for you, you need to eat some divine beast meat to stabilize the wall of distraction."

There is no way, including the two girls, all five women want to eat his big bird, and it is not easy to refuse the one who is older than the Chinese New Year, Xiao Ran said:

"Alright, tonight I invite everyone to eat a big bird, everyone has a share, no one will grab it."

The two girls suddenly became excited, and hurriedly said:

"Where are we going to eat?"

"Baicao Peak is a bit small..."

The so-called smallness of the two girls refers to the fact that the hot spring in Baicao Peak is too small.

True Silver Moon said:

"In previous years, there were not many people, and they all celebrated the New Year at Baicao Peak. This year, there are many people, so let's go to Zhijian Peak."

"it is good."

……

Hold the sword peak.

Hot Spring Cliff.

The peach blossoms are young, and the water mist curls up.

The flickering fireworks in the nearby night sky, and the swaying bonfire light and shadow on the shore interweave in the rippling water.

Ling Zhouyue, Yinyue Daoist and Chu Yan leaned against the three sides in the hot spring pool, completely relaxed without wearing an inch of hair.

The spring frog and the autumn cicada are patting in the water like a dog planing, and grab the peach petals that fell into the water with the warm water fish to eat.

From a distance, it is a beautiful and interesting picture of fairies bathing together.

Xiao Ran roasted the bird's wings in the sword bamboo forest ten feet away.

While roasting the bird, I was drawing a picture of a fairy bathing together.

Previously, the one-winged bird saw that Xiao Ran insisted on roasting the bird for the sake of women, and was going to have a fight with Xiao Ran, but when he saw the strange power in Xiao Ran's air, he was so frightened that he obediently tore off his one-wing, avoiding the end of roasting the whole bird.

It suddenly felt that the wingless bird is also very good, just like the missile, maybe it will be faster.

The sword and bamboo forest is waiting to be rebuilt.

Before, affected by Ling Zhouyue's sword energy, the sword bamboo grove was still in a state of half bamboo stems and half stubble, and the newly sprouted bamboo shoots only took a tip.

Xiao Ran directly set up a long sword bamboo on two stubbles of bamboo stems, set up a bonfire below, and roasted a bird's wing alone.

More than one hundred catties of bird wings are enough for several people to eat.

After arranging the condiments, let Bingbing watch the fire.

Xiao Ran took out his drawing book and began to draw the picture of fairies in bath that he never tires of.

As soon as the resonance consciousness is opened, through the water mist, it seems that there is a code, but there is no code in my heart.

After a day's rest, Master's complexion was much better, and Feng Yun's body regained its luster and ruddy, but Xiao Ran still liked the appearance of Master in red clothes just now, it was very cold and exciting, and the flickering fireworks reflected difficult The shadow of words.

After Master Yinyue took a dip in the hot spring, his fatigue disappeared, and his body regained the luster of a young man. The dignified temperament on his face complemented his classically proportioned figure, and the swaying firelight complemented each other, showing elegance and femininity.

Chuyan's small body is full of weakness, but her face is full of ambition. Even in the hot springs, she is still painting with a drawing book, repeatedly measuring the size and aura of her master with her fingers, and trying to design a better fit in person. clothing.

Spring Frogs and Autumn Cicadas are purely for the sake of making the painting lively and playful, reducing the color value.

Beside Xiao Ran, Bing Bing, who was fanning the fire leisurely, suddenly asked with emotion:

"Do you sometimes feel that life is too smooth, as if you are living in a dream?"

Xiao Ran looked up at her.

The pupils illuminated by the fire looked more lively, playful and lifelike than the eyes of Master, Martial Uncle or Chu Yan, but in Xiao Ran's view, they were lifeless.

"A dream like the Paradise Tree Project?"

Bingbing was a little surprised.

"You also know about the Paradise Tree Project?"

"Your Shenwu Kingdom doesn't treat me as an outsider either."

Xiao Ran complained, and then asked back:

"Do you feel that way?"

Bingbing thought for a while, then calmly said:

"I know that I am a puppet, so of course I don't feel like I am dreaming. Speaking of which, I have never experienced any feeling. What I said may be just a special effect of complex spirit patterns. I clearly understand that I am not a real person, but how do you know? Are you a real person?"

Boy, you're still a philosopher!

Xiao Ran thought about it seriously.

Along the way, although every experience was thrilling, but in the end I got away with it, surrounded by beauties all the time, taking a bath without treating myself like an outsider at all, it was indeed like a dream.

Is it meaningful to discuss whether such a beautiful dream is real or unreal?

Theoretically speaking, even in his previous life, Xiao Ran could not prove that he was not living in someone else's mediocre dream, which is the same as the unfalsifiability of religion.

That's why Descartes said:

Cogito ergo sum.

The only thing that proves you are alive is your thoughts.

Enjoying the present and working hard to create a better dream is what a man should do.

"Whether it's true or false, being alive is a joy in itself. I think there is only one meaning of life—don't die."