Senior Brother Shanmen

"Don't say that duckweed has nothing to rely on, and the ocean of suffering accompanies you on your journey." "Hold the sword for thousands of years, and the world will be filled with broken dreams." A small mountain, a small lake, and a small boat. The moonlight was hazy, the cold night was lonely, and Duckweed lifted up the curtains that covered the window. In her eyes, the misty white mist fluttered gently with the night breeze, and the calm lake water was looming in it. "Ying'er, Ying'er, how long does it take to arrive~" Duckweed gently shook the shoulder of the girl sleeping on the side, more than a dozen times, but she still snored gently, showing a happy sleeping face, and kept talking in her sleep. "I, I want to be a hero, ah, hoo, hoo, big, hero... Robbing... Robbing the rich and giving to the poor... Hoo... Hoo..." Hearing this, Duckweed couldn't help but feel a warm smile on her face. She was not sleepy at all, so she simply got up, wrapped Long Ying's trembling feet with her own quilt, and then meditated to regulate her breathing. The boat has no sails, but it drifts with the wind; there are no waves in the lake, but the boat moves forward. Between the lonely heaven and earth, the small boat like mustard seeds floated slowly into the depths of the thick white mist, moving quietly towards the new world.