Chapter 34 (1/2)

How big is the world?

Lu Ping was curious about this problem. In that airtight small stone chamber, Lu Ping saw the world through the palm sized air hole on his head.

In the morning, light will come in from the pores, and the dust in those light columns can float and rotate tirelessly all day. Lu Ping tried to catch them, but failed. However, the feeling of the light column hitting the hand is very comfortable and warm.

At night, you can sometimes see a star there. When you are lucky, there may be two. Once Lu Ping even found three stars crowded there and winked at him. For this reason, he was excited for several days.

When it rains, rain water will fall in; When it snows, snowflakes come in.

Once a bird landed in the air hole, poked its head in and chirped a few times before flying away.

The world is so interesting, Lu Ping thought. I don't know how big it will be. It will be much bigger than my stone chamber. Maybe a hundred times, a thousand times.

Then he finally escaped, and he saw the world outside the air hole. The vast sky, the vast land, these ordinary people are tired of reading and have no interest in expressing their feelings, but Lu Ping is surprised and can't open his eyes.

How big is this?

He thought, it must be more than a hundred times, a thousand times!

He is determined to live, with Su Tang, in this world. He is no longer curious about how big the world is. As long as he can be in it, he feels very satisfied.

Puff, puff, puff

Another pot of mountain spring water was boiled, and small bubbles continued to rise from the bottom of the pot to the surface of the water and burst. Guo Youdao reached out, picked up the kettle, raised it, and made another brew. This time, he made three bowls and Lu Ping one.

”Take it yourself.” Guo Youdao said and carefully picked up his own bowl.

”I may not be able to help you with your cultivation.” Wen Ge said to Lu Ping.

”Maybe it's because you're too late.” Guo Youdao blew the tea foam floating in the bowl and said without looking.

Lu Ping noticed that there was a page of letter paper on the tea table, dry, concise and scribbled, which was an invitation to Wen Gecheng, and the signature date was January 22, 1857.

Lu Ping remembers this day.

On that day, he and Su Tang escaped from the organization and walked in the snow for a long time. He didn't know where to go, but he just kept going. Later, I met Guo Youdao and took them on the road together. It will be at least a week after returning to pick wind college, but judging from the signing date of the letter, Guo Youdao wrote the letter on the day he met them.

But Wen Gecheng, it took more than three years to keep the appointment. Lu Ping couldn't help but respect him.

”It's a miracle that I can see this letter. Otherwise, do you think I'll come to you as soon as I see your rotten words?” Wen Gecheng said. His whereabouts were erratic, and there was no logic for him to receive the letter. So he was surprised that the letter had not been lost for more than three years and finally fell into his hands. To this surprise, he went to the appointment that was three years late.

”Is it worth the trip?” Guo Youdao said.

Wen Gecheng nodded and said to Lu Ping, ”although you don't care, I'm very curious about your origin.”

”I'll find out.” Wen Gecheng reached into the window and patted Lu Ping on the shoulder.

”Oh.” Lu Ping's unexpected response was flat, but it didn't seem to disturb Wen Gecheng's interest. It seemed that after making this determination, his whole person was full of energy.

”Well, I'll go.”

The farewell came so abruptly that Lu Ping thought Wen Gecheng would ask himself a lot if he was interested in it.

”That's right.” Wen Gecheng, who had jumped down the folding ladder, suddenly remembered something.

”I don't know what you are doing now, but I have a suggestion.” Wen Gecheng said, ”it may be easier to distinguish the power of the soul and steal it one by one.”