Mr. Cat

Sima Zhi randomly picked a dead branch and poked it back and forth on the sweet-scented osmanthus.Zai Zhuo snatched it away, and reprimanded: "This thing is strange, don't act rashly."

The osmanthus branch just lay in the open space for several days. Zai Zhuo tried to burn it with fire and chop it with an axe, but the osmanthus branch could not be ignited at all.Zai Zhuo was completely surprised, so he had to put the osmanthus branches aside, and continued busy pounding sawdust, preparing paper, and teaching Sima Zhi to read and write.There are not many other things in the mountains, but there are many trees. Sima Zhi follows Zai Zhuo every day, chops trees and chops firewood, and then grinds the firewood into sawdust. In his spare time, he talks to Sima Zhi some enlightenment sentences.

"I don't understand." A few days later, when Zai Zhuo asked Sima Zhi to repeat it again, Sima Zhi said honestly.

Zai Zhuo was depressed, so he had to say: "Then we will teach you after we make paper."

The osmanthus branches were still lying in the middle of the open space, and they had been placed in the Taoist temple for about half a month. Sima Zhi had a sudden idea: "Zai Zhuo, why don't we use the osmanthus branches to make paper."

Fire is useless, but also paper?Zai Zhuo had no choice but to sharpen the knife with Sima Zhi, preparing to turn this big osmanthus branch into paper.Unexpectedly, he chopped it down with an axe, just like cutting tofu, the thick cinnamon branches split instantly.Sima Zhi relied on the gourd to paint the ladle, and the two quickly chopped the osmanthus branches into firewood of the same length.

When the pulp dried, it was already early spring, the grass was growing and warblers were flying, the Taoist temple was located on the mountainside, full of flowers, and the surrounding mountains and fields were full of glowing peach blossoms.Zai Zhuo has been walking around under the peach blossoms for the past few days, pinching the trunk of the peach blossoms from time to time, thoughtfully.Sima Zhi stood by every day, watching the rice paper being born one by one.He looked up to the top of the mountain, and occasionally he could see Zai Zhuo's figure as small as a sesame seed amidst the peach blossoms.

"Zaizhuo! What are you doing!"

In the distance, Zaizhuo's voice came from the top of the mountain: "Find a suitable peach tree and cut a sword for you."

Time fell between the fingers like fine sand, and it took Zai Zhuo two or three years to teach Sima Zhi how to read.He carefully polished a mahogany sword, and then taught Sima Zhi some boxing and kicking skills to defend himself.Unexpectedly, Sima Zhi was so talented that he almost didn't need him to teach him during his martial arts practice. He only needed him to rehearse the sword moves once, and Sima Zhi could remember them in his heart. With a faint murderous look, Zai Zhuo was terrified every time he watched him dance the sword.

They have lived in the Taoist temple for five years, but Sima Zhi is still 19 years old, looks like a young man, with childish features on his face.

"Zai Zhuo?" The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and Sima Zhi was hiding in the shade of a tree reading a book. In the corner of his eyes, Zai Zhuo, who was taking a nap, came out of the palace and strode towards him, "Are you awake?"

"You like nine chapters arithmetic so much?" Zai Zhuo said casually.

"Yeah." Sima Zhi laughed, "Four Books and Five Classics, my head hurts when I read them."

Zai Zhuo sat cross-legged beside him, and knocked on his head helplessly: "You."

Over the past few years, Zai Zhuo was also observing Sima Zhi. He knew that Sima Zhi's origin was unknown, but seeing his smile, it seemed that those worries were nothing to worry about.The Yangli bird next to Sima Zhi, with golden feathers all over its body, shines with the sun, its tail feathers and feathers are burning with flames, and there is also the osmanthus tree five years ago-he faintly realized that the osmanthus tree and Sima Zhi Zhi seems to be involved.He looked down at Sima Zhi's hand-copied "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", which was written on paper made from osmanthus branches.

"Zai Zhuo, what are you thinking?" Sima Zhi looked curiously.

Zai Zhuo shook his head: "Nothing."

Sima Zhi was puzzled, but he didn't continue to ask.In the past five years, although his appearance has not changed much, his personality has become much calmer, and he is no longer as obsessed as he was at the beginning.

"Azhi, do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Get out?" Sima Zhi closed the book, "You want me to leave and sit and forget?"

"You always have to go for a walk, don't you?"

"You come with me, and I'll go out."

Zai Zhuo flatly refused, saying, "No, I won't leave with you alone."

"why?"

"I'm in my [-]s, maybe in a few years I'll be heading west," Zai Zhuoyu said earnestly, "Just let me sit and forget and take good care of my life, don't mess with my old bones."

Sima Zhi suddenly turned cold, and raised his hand to cover Zai Zhuo's mouth: "I don't allow you to say that, you will live a long, long life."

Zaizhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Forget what I told you before, the sky is full of forces, life, old age, sickness and death are nothing more than normal, besides..." He lowered his eyes, "My body can't last that long."

Zai Zhuo stretched out his hand to smooth the messy hair around Sima Zhi's ear. His original voice was deep and indifferent, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, but now his words were extremely gentle, like snow on a mountain top melting into spring water: "You are still young, you can't be trapped in The Taoist temple has been around for a lifetime, and it used to be a bustling town, but now it's deserted."

"Oh." Sima Zhi replied bluntly, refusing to continue chatting with Zai Zhuo on this topic.

Zaizhuo smiled wryly: "600 years ago, there was a tragic war here. In that war, all the residents around were slaughtered. Hastily buried, did you see that river?" He pointed to the tumbling river at the foot of Zuowangguan Mountain, "After the general died, the people were slaughtered, the river was filled with corpses, and the river turned blood red."

"Back then, the Celestial Master built the Sitting and Forgetful Temple here because of the evil spirit and blood energy here," Zai Zhuo sighed in a low voice. "After a while, the place was prosperous. When the Celestial Master passed away, his disciples would also be able to leave. If it is scattered, this Taoist temple will be barren again."

"Then Zaizhuo, why did you come here?" Sima Zhi said.

Zai Zhuo looked at the bright and clear sky and said blankly: "When I was ten years old, I heard about this place by accident from the elders in my family. Since then, I have wanted to come here." He looked at the lines on his palm, "I seem to have left something here. something, but I have never been able to find it.”

"But after I picked you up, I haven't thought about it for a long time," Zai Zhuo smiled suddenly, "Maybe you are what I left behind."

Sima Zhi was stunned for a moment, his heart was filled with turmoil, he grabbed Zai Zhuo's wrist, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Zai Zhuo."

"how?"

"I... I actually remember some things about where I came from..." He said with difficulty, with a sad expression on his face, "When you picked me up, I was completely naked, and you still joked about me as if I crawled out of a grave. "

He looked into Zai's dark eyes and said, "Actually, you are right. I just crawled out of the tomb, that's why I'm completely naked, and my tomb is under the laurel tree."

……

When Louis woke up, the white tiger was dozing beside him, with its head resting on its thick paws and its body covered with golden osmanthus flowers.

As if in a lifetime, he stared blankly at the peaceful lake in front of him, held his chest and took a deep breath, and said, "Mr. Cat."

Baihu raised his head: "Huh?"

"What does this osmanthus tree have to do with me?" He got up and walked to the tree, stroking its rough bark. The osmanthus tree in the house was given to Lu’s family by Su Shi, and the osmanthus tree in Guangdu Middle School was planted by my uncle himself. In my dream, I said that the osmanthus tree is connected to my soul.”

He turned his head to look at the white tiger, and said forcefully, "I had four completely different lives, and died three times. Osmanthus branches grew in front of my grave, and my grave is on Red Lotus Road."

Louis returned to the white tiger's side, supported the white tiger's huge head with both hands, stared at his golden eyes, and said word by word: "Mr. Cat, when I was Sima Zhi, you became Zaizhuo and guarded me. You didn't forget, didn't you?" People can really make you forget, Mr. Cat, you can remember." His voice became more urgent as he got there.

Lu Wu was stunned, fascinated.

That's right, it's not that he can't think of it, but that he doesn't want to think of it.That time in the Zangshu Pavilion, he had already seen the volume of Du Guangzhi, and his soul was about to be torn apart, and all his predecessors returned to their nests.

He remembered everything and fled back to Kunlun Ruins.

The first amnesia was that in the past 1000 years, his divine power had been greatly reduced, and because Louis was born early to break the long sleep, the consumed divine power has not recovered.But the current amnesia is because he sealed the memory and waited for the dust to settle before unlocking it again.

He looked at Louis who was alive and kicking in front of him, but the scenes of him turning into ashes in front of his eyes kept turning in his mind. Even though it was a thousand years apart, he could still feel the heart-piercing pain.

So he chose to seal, leaving only a little bit related to Suga.

Louis saw that the white tiger was shining brightly, and the earth-shattering roar of the tiger shook the mountains and stopped the clouds.Louie fell backwards, holding on to the soft grass.The roar of the tiger is full of pain and sorrow. It is obvious that the Kunlun God Lord holds the power to destroy heaven and earth, but he can only watch his love disappear before his eyes again and again, and he is heartbroken.

Unparalleled majesty is constantly transmitted from the white light. Lord Kunlun was born in the chaos of the world. When Jian Mu was young, his majesty swept away everything and was invincible.Wolves howled one after another around, and Louis gritted his teeth. Against the pressure, he rushed into the white light and hugged a solid body.

"Cat, Mr. Cat?" In the white light, Lu Wu's silver-haired white robe has black piping on the corners of the wide sleeves. There are not many patterns or ornaments that indicate dignity. He himself is the most noble.

Lu Wu reached out to stop Louis' waist, and pressed him tightly in his arms.

"I'm back." He sighed softly.