Chapter 12 Ideas

Mo Shoucheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed, stretched out his little finger, and made a promise: "Lah the hook."

After that, he talked with the butterfly Freesia. Although neither of them felt that it had been long, they unconsciously passed minute by minute, and then ushered in the night.

Before getting along with each other, Mo Shoucheng listened to Butterfly Freesia tell more. Although they were all trivial things living in the valley, the tranquility between the words made Mo Shoucheng very comfortable.

This time, it's Mo Shoucheng's turn to talk about himself. Although Die Yelan has told his sister about many things, of course it will not be clearer than Mo Shoucheng himself.

Probably because she was tired of sitting, and finally Butterfly Freesia finally said that she wanted to go out for a walk. Mo Shoucheng nodded and put on a coat for her, and the two walked out of the room one after the other.

Without walking out of the fence, the two of them only walked slowly in the small courtyard. But Butterfly Freesia's physical strength is really bad. After only a few steps, she has to stop and rest for a while. If Mo Shoucheng accidentally walked faster, the girl had to pay the price of sitting on the swing to recover her strength in order to keep up with him.

"Brother Mo, I also sat on this swing when I was a child."

"Real, do you like it?"

"Well, I like it very much, although it was when I was a child. At that time, my illness was not as bad as it is now. In terms of physical strength, she and her sister would not be much different. It's just that at that time, the swing Dad made for us was really ugly. Dad was not good at this kind of manual work.

Mo Shoucheng smiled bitterly, and the owner of Fengqi Valley, who dominated the fairy and demon road, instantly became a clumsy father in his daughter's mouth. But her words also reminded Mo Shoucheng of his father - in the already vague memory, his father Mo Yu seemed to have made many toys for himself when he was a child.

After swinging a few times on the swing, the girl pulled Mo Shoucheng to sit on the seesaw again. This is quite difficult to be honest, and the weight on both sides is too different. But when he saw the girl's rare happy look, he felt that it was no big deal. The hard work these days was actually quite worth it.

Because Butterfly Freesia does not have the slightest truth, when making machine birds, although it is the fineness of the above products, the core device used to drive is still just a simple clockwork and magnetic force. At this time, the little guy who twisted hard jumped around at the feet of the butterfly, which made her very happy.

Mo Shoucheng looked at the happy girl and felt that he was in a much better mood. In fact, he has always felt a lot of pressure. The original goal of life is just revenge. But now the situation is completely different - of course, if he insisted on noting the ancient demon gate, the four gods, the hundreds of evils, and the ancient wars, he would not be so tired. However, because he is Mo Shoucheng, many people around him have been involved in this dark cloud. If he pats his buttocks and leaves like this, he is not Mo Shoucheng.

What's more, what you bear seems to be nothing compared with Freesia.

"Really, can't it be cured?" Mo Shoucheng looked at the haggard girl in front of him and finally couldn't help asking. He knew the answer to this question for a long time. With the power of Fengqi Valley in the Immortal and Demon Road and the cultivation of Butterfly Jade Hall, if the life of Butterfly Freesia had been saved, I'm afraid it would have been saved long ago.

In fact, Mo Shoucheng even had this idea - just like Tianmo is likely to be just a made organ puppet, just like his brother consulting to resurrect the person he loves...

But not to mention whether this practice itself is good or bad, only the fact that Butterfly Freesia itself has no cultivation can completely deny this ridiculous idea.

The girl sat on the side of the seesaw, holding the guardrail tightly with her thin and white hands, as if she would fall down as long as she let go. But when she heard this question, she still kept a smile on her face, as peaceful as when she first saw her.

"Dad said... Maybe only immortals can cure my illness."

The girl frowned, but in her clear and bright eyes, there was not much loss. It seems that she is just stating a trivial thing that has nothing to do with her own life.

"Dad hasn't laughed for me for a long time." She shook her head gently, then supported her hands hard, stood up from the seesaw, shook it twice, and barely stood still.

The water-blue sleeves swayed in the night breeze, setting off her elegant face. Mo Shoucheng felt sad and quickly stepped forward and reached out to hold her: "The wind is too strong. Let's go back to the house."

"Brother Mo, this little wind will be fine." She didn't push away Mo Shoucheng's help, and it seemed that she wanted to take the opportunity to get close to the other party. He put his body close to Mo Shoucheng's chest: "It's just that it's a little cold."

The elegant fragrance once again penetrated into his nostrils, making Mo Shoucheng a little distracted. He knew that he should completely refuse her warmth, because she was Freesia.

She is the sister of Butterfly Leaf Blue. And Butterfly Leaf Blue is himself... but even if these are very clear, they are in front of him. But he couldn't bear to push away the girl in his arms like this, for fear that doing so would make the other party heartbroken.

It's okay to say that it's sympathy or good intentions. If you know that you don't clearly refuse the other party's support at this time, it will hurt the other party more deeply in the future. At this time, Mo Shoucheng also wants to put aside everything and try to give each other a little warmth - because for the girl, there is no "after" at all.

"Brother Mo, I heard from my sister... You once said that." The girl snuggled in his arms whispered, "Brother Mo's reason for cultivation is to see the happy appearance of those who have been helped by you. Because...the practitioners have that power, right?"

Mo Shoucheng wanted to nod his head and shook his head. Until now, he is still not sure why he practiced the truth and why he sought the way of heaven? At first, it was for revenge... but now? There seems to be no reason. You must say that there is, so it is because you have taken responsibility at this time.

The introduction to cultivation relies on talent and opportunity. But if you want to practice deeper and finally break the void, the most important thing is whether the practitioner acts according to his own heart. So, what is your heart?

Butterfly Freesia covered her mouth and smiled softly, as if she had already decided that he could not answer, but suddenly broke away from his arms and took half a step back towards him. Then he looked up at the bright moon and stars in the sky.

"Brother Mo, although I don't know how to practice, I look at my father, my sister, and the others in the valley. I often think that even if a true person survives many disasters and becomes an immortal, he may not be omnipotent. As she said this, she suddenly coughed. Although it could be seen that she was desperately suppressing, it had little effect.

Seeing her coughing, Mo Shoucheng finally couldn't help persuading her again, "Go back to the house, if your illness goes on..."

However, the girl in front of him did not respond to his words, but said to herself: "It is said that the world is a good fairy, and everyone wants to fly into an immortal. But where are the people who have become real fairies now?

"If, as everyone said, they have gone beyond this world and gone to another world. So what is the omnipotent fairy who can't come back from that world?

She said, and her expression became more and more lonely. The voice is very light, very light, very light. Finally, it seemed to become a mutter to himself: "So I always think about why everyone should practice truth... Dad, sister, elders, everyone is practicing truth. Apart from envy, I don't really understand why.

"Is it strange?" Die Canglan smiled cunningly and said, "This idea itself is very strange. Obviously, they are saying that they don't understand why everyone cultivates it, but they are very envious."

"However, I think if I can repair it, then the reason must be because of that."

Mo Shoucheng couldn't help asking, "If you... can practice, what is it for?"

Listening to what she said before, Mo Shoucheng was shocked to find this problem - yes, if the legendary practitioners who became immortals are really omnipotent, then where are they at this time?

Butterfly Freesia looked up at the night sky and replied calmly, "I haven't left here since I was a child, so I really want to travel."

"Maybe everyone's purpose of cultivation is a little the same as my idea. Because my life as an ordinary person is too short to go to many places and see a lot of scenery that I have never seen before. So everyone cultivates the truth, continues their lives, and makes themselves stronger and stronger, so that they can go to more places and see more things they can't see before.

Mo Shoucheng looked at her in a sparta, but didn't know how to answer. The girl in front of her has been sick since she came out of her mother and has been weak since she was a child. In addition to reading and growing flowers in this house, the furthest distance I have walked in many years is only at the mouth of the valley.

That's why she thinks so.

Because the world is very big. And ordinary people's lives are too short to go far away. That's why everyone yearns for cultivation and wants to practice. In order to go further, go faster and see more. Butterfly Freesia pulled her eyes back from the starlight in the sky, then looked directly into Mo Shoucheng's eyes and stretched out her hand to him: "I, I have always thought so, what do you think?"

The girl looked lonely and made Mo Shoucheng unable to answer.