Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

Chapter 83 (Kick! Return to the Dragon Clan tomorrow) Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou (4k)

[Your last stop is the core headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps. 】

[This year I went round and round, and the road was covered with snow.

In a red pavilion under the winter snow, you once again met the person who introduced you to the Demon Slayer Squad - Yanzhu Mingyu Xingming. 】

[The white snow is fluttering, dyeing the sky and the earth with silver light.

The bushes on the roadside are wearing a cool color.

The water flowing beside the pavilion is no longer crisp, and the condensed ice crystals knock against the riverbed talc, making a rustling sound.

The light snow slid down, revealing the red color on the top of the pavilion. 】

[The cold wind howled through the hall, and the biting cold was completely blocked out.

Because you changed into the outfit you had worn at the beginning of the year, a warm green velvet dress, and a black and white scarf wrapped around your neck again.

To put it into perspective, you and your family have not seen each other for a year.

But the warmth brought to you in winter is still shining gently. 】

[The stone seat under the pavilion is slightly cool, but gradually warms up due to the arrival of people.

You chat with Uncle Beimingyu and share your harvest this year. 】

[Water, fire, wind, and thunder, after less than a year of study, you have mastered them all and slowly improved.

You just need to wait for the passage of time and the growth of body functions to explode everything you have accumulated! 】

[As for the Rock Breathing that I learned systematically from the beginning, there is no need to say more. Water Breathing·Zero Type·No Mist is the best evidence. 】

[You thought this trial was over, so you asked Uncle Bei Mingyu many times when you could take part in the Demon Slayer Squad assessment. 】

[He shook his head with a smile, chanted sutras, and took out a bunch of "gifts" that you didn't expect. 】

[A crystal clear cold porcelain plate, a stone ball polished to reflect light, and several ancient books exuding the fragrance of ink. 】

["Mingfei, there is still a final trial here,"

Yanzhu Mingyu puts the cold porcelain plate on top of your head and puts the stone ball on it.

Ignoring the confused look on your face, you subconsciously stretched out your hand to hold the porcelain plate, clasping your hands together in sorrow.
"Amitabha, Mingfei, in this trial, you cannot use your hands, but you cannot let the stone ball fall."

Your face stiffened subconsciously, your hands loosened, and you struggled to turn your neck to maintain the balance between the porcelain plate and the stone ball.

Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The sound of the ball rolling over the porcelain plate is a different experience.

"Listen to the winter snow,"

Wei Mingyu pointed at the light white and slowly brewed a cup of fragrant tea.
"Taste the fragrant tea,"

He bent down slightly and helped you spread out the book in front of you.

"Recite ancient scriptures,"

despair--!
Wei Mingyu opened the chess box, fumbled with the chess pieces, and clicked on the ravine vertical lines carved on the bluestone table.

"Play chess and score music."

"The most important thing is, Mingfei, you have to really calm down and think about what you have gained during this year's journey."

When Wei Mingyu raised his head, he showed an expectant smile.
"In addition to the sword shape, I believe you have more to gain. You need to think about it slowly."

"Of course, no matter what you do, the stone ball on your head cannot fall off."

"Also, Miss Shinobi,"

Weimingyu opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the two of you. 】

[I saw Butterfly Ninja wearing a gorgeous new dress, bending down and looking down, helping the boy in front of him to hold the rickety porcelain plate.

"Even though I can't see, I can hear and I can feel."

"This is Mingfei's trial. Miss Ren, you can't help him cheat."

"Miss Shinobu, come here. It's somewhat inconvenient for me to play chess, so I have to ask you to help me with the moves."

"Really!!"

The butterfly looks up to the sky and is so charming,
"What kind of trouble are you adults going to make?"

The confused and helpless voice resounded through the mountains, causing crows to fly over. 】

【Ahem! !

Ubuyashiki Yaoya, who was in the cemetery, turned around when he heard the sound.
"Is Mingfei here?"

He turned his head and lowered his eyes, carefully wiped the tombstone in front of him, and said to himself,

"Finally we can see it."

Ubuya Shiki Amane stepped forward and tightened her husband's collar.
"Yao Zai, the wind is too strong. Let's stop here today."

"If you catch the wind and cold, you won't be able to come here for several days."

"What's more, you probably want to see Mingfei as soon as possible, right?"

"Meet Mingfei? Let's talk about it in a few days. I think he will be very busy these days due to the trial of Brother Weimingyu."

Ubuyashiki Yaoya responded, walked to the next tombstone, stretched out his hand to wipe the space, and had no intention of going back.

Two white-haired little girls stood staggeringly on the snow, looking at each other with faces that were red from the cold.

They winked at each other and said nothing.

Dad seemed to be smiling just now, right?

Who is that Mingfei? 】

[Keeping the stone ball from falling is very simple even without using your hands. Just keep your neck and head still.

The hard thing is to do normal things while ensuring that the stone ball doesn't fall!

Raise your head and sip tea!

Lift up books and chant sutras!

Turn the page!

despair--!
With trembling hands, he pulled out the black piece, trembling, and pressed it hard on the chessboard.

"Seven to eight~!"

Where the butterfly ninja announced the move in a long voice, his purple eyes turned to take in the state of your stiff neck and tense body.

Puff-!
"Hey! Shinobu-chan! You're still smiling! There's no one like you!"

You widened your eyes, looking at the girl covering her mouth and gloating, and then complained,
Gulu gulu!despair!

Accompanied by the sound of the stone circling and finally falling to the ground.

"Amitabha, fail! Start over from the beginning, Mingfei."

Wei Mingyu smiled and fumbled to fill a cup of tea again.

"It seems that it will take you a long time to adapt."

"Ah——! This is so difficult! Uncle Mingmingyu!"]

[The red pavilion is covered with snow in winter, the wind blows through the shrubs, and the icy stream sounds.

Drink several cups of tea,
Recite a chapter of sutra,

After playing a game of chess,

The cool porcelain stone ball rang, and the black and white chess pieces collided.

In this strange trial, you still have to take the time to recall the fruits you planted in spring, summer, autumn and winter, waiting to be harvested. 】

【despair--!despair--!despair--!
As the stone ball continued to fall, the tea mist lingered, and the white mist dissipated, leaving only a tiny drop of tea root.

despair--!despair--!
"Road to Road, very Avenue"

"One life is two, two is three, three is all things."

Unexplainable scriptures blurted out from White Teeth.

despair--!
Rustling, rustling, turning pages of chess records,

"Seven out of ten!"

"Two out of nine!"

Black and white collide.

You don’t understand tea, you don’t understand scriptures, and you don’t know how to play chess.

Gollum!Gollum!
But the stone ball passed over the porcelain plate and rolled over the head.

The sound was crisp and clear, and the cold snow brushed against my cheeks. I could feel the sound and the temperature.So slowly,
You remembered them all! 】

【Heavy fog in Mt. Saagiri,
The evil smile that beats seconds always leaves one wooden bowl missing.

Their gentle eyes, the waterfalls and the fish swimming at the bottom of the pond are very quiet. 】

[The courtyard of the Purgatory family,
The warm big hands, the sound of waving swords, the coquettish children, the jumping girls, the blooming fireworks, my heart is burning! 】

[The wind howls in the canyon,
Sonorous sparks flew everywhere, fists touched the flesh, pink eyes sparkled - her realization, fragrant Hagi cake - a gift from him. 】

【Autumn rain thunders loudly,
The setting sun, the tears wiped away by hands - the boy who always wanted to marry seemed to be no longer evasive, and he was called the so-called senior brother.

The river was full of stars, and the scent of wisteria flowers was the path she wanted to take, and he let go.

Fictional power of nature, real fear.

Just a short distance away, a black coffin was unearthed, and courage grew faster than thunder and lightning! 】

[Red pavilion and white snow,
The sound of winter snow and running water is very small.

The tea is sweet, the ink is fragrant, and the chess pieces are a little cold.

Gollum!

Gollum!

The stone ball ran over the porcelain plate and slowly stopped falling.

therefore,

My heart sank and became quieter and quieter!
Those memories are becoming clearer and clearer!
Feel gently, and with thinking, become profound!profound! 】

【Breath and Bond·Black and white chess pieces under the fluttering white snow·? ? , the finale unfolds! 】

despair!
Ubuya Shiki Yoshiya fell gently,
"Six of nine!"

Yanzhu Mingyu frowned and pursed his lips, and kept rubbing the beads in his hands.

After a long silence, he said loudly:
"Seven of Nine!"

Butterfly Ren blinked, picked up a white piece, and dropped it on the chessboard, spreading a touch of coldness on his fingertips.

Ka-!
Ubuyashiki Yōya unfolded his paper fan, his misty eyes reflecting black and white.

The hidden thoughts finally turned into a sigh,
"I lost, Brother Weimingyu."

"Amitabha, accept."

Wei Mingyu clasped his hands together and slowly opened his pure white eyes, following Yao Zai as he fell towards the corner of the pavilion.

There, several cups of finished celadon tea were empty, leaving behind the fragrance of tea.

The young man leaned on the wooden beam and fell asleep lightly.

The white snow is fluttering, whitening Shi's transparent shoulders, and staining the black and white scarf around her neck with mottled white spots.

Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The stone ball on the porcelain plate shook gently, following the boy's head.

Rustling rustling——!
The scripture in his hand slipped and hit his clothes, and the spine of the book hit the floor, sending little bits of snow flying.

"Well!"

Shi Zhifei slowly opened his eyes and murmured to himself,
"What a bizarre dream."

High-rise buildings, mansions, and stoves filled with smoke and smoke lingered in the room. It was a peaceful era, and he was in a peaceful place.

An object called a car flies with electricity, and an object called a mobile phone transmits sounds thousands of miles away.

The lights, the neon lights, the children laughing and chasing each other by the river bridge are carefree, as if they can do anything.

Stars, floor-to-ceiling windows, and children who have grown up for a long time raised their glasses to the moon. Later, they only did what they could, so they could do anything.

The secret rooftop base, the changing colors of the ivy, green buds, emerald green, withered yellow, and white winter, are his secret four seasons.

There is only one person, who often does not speak or talks to himself, a bit like a volunteer.

When he touched the keyboard and played the game, his eyes reflected the same color as Anjuro.

Many times, you will always encounter something that makes you want to resist, and the look in your eyes that makes you want to punch, is it the same as Saneya's?

Hiding in the corner of the class, eating the free snacks he got from the little goddess, listening to the bustling noise of others, with no real intention to participate, the dejected look may be very similar to Zenitsu.

Without tolerance, without Kanae, without many, many people, that lonely him
It seems to be called.
"I guess your name is Lu Mingfei, right?"

Mingfei closed his eyes and muttered to himself, looking down at the flying books, feeling in a daze.

The sun shines on a line of dark words,

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, a butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou."

Mingfei blinked,

"Which one is true? Which one is false?"

Or is it all true?

But again, it’s all fake?

"Moses Moses?" Butterfly Ninja stood on one side, put his hand to his mouth, tilted his head and smiled, "Good morning, you idiot, are you sleepy?"

No!

"Are you awake? Mingfei?"

Ubuya Shiki Yaoya waved his hand and took the lead in dropping a piece.
"How about you play with me?"

Brother Yaoya?When did you come?
Gollum—!
Gollum—!
"Okay, big brother Yaoya."

Mingfei nodded casually. As the porcelain plate shook, the stone ball circled up and down, but it never fell down.

This is his progress in recent days!

Sit down firmly and pump gently.

despair--!
Mingfei's eyes were very bright, and he was suppressing the faint uneasiness in his heart.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

despair!despair!
The winter snow is flying, and the black and white chess pieces fall together.

Because now, it’s great!

In the future, he believes it will continue to be good!
No matter what situation, no matter what era!
Everything will be fine!

Mingfei!Don't think about it!Don't think about it! !
Even if we may be separated, the faces that should meet will eventually bloom with the smile of reunion!

despair--!
Ubuyashiki Yōya gently dropped his child, and his soft voice calmed the inexplicable waves in the boy's heart.

"Mingfei, how long have you been here?"

despair--!
"It's been almost three months." Mingfei shook Baizi and tapped it gently.

despair--!
"Don't you want to ask again when you can take the Demon Slayer exam?"

despair--!
"Well, brother Yaozai, I've asked you many times, and I don't plan to ask again in the future."

Ask no more?
Crackling-!
Ubuyashiki Yōya's hand gently stirred the chess box, and then made heavy moves!
"Would you like to share what you have gained from this journey? You seemed to have had a very long dream just now. I think you should have recalled it almost, Mingfei, right?"

Ta~~!

"Brother Yaozai, what do you want to know?" Mingfei stared at the somewhat anxious chess game, making careful moves, causing an ethereal sound.

despair--!
"It's okay, it depends on what you want to say. I will listen to whatever you say."

despair--!
Suck--!
A ball of cold air entered his stomach, Mingfei slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them slightly.

The stone ball on his head is still very stable.

"In this trial of knowing myself, I gained a lot."

Once the prologue of enlightenment begins, we no longer care about the audience’s reaction.

The words from the heart, accompanied by the soft sound of the chess pieces falling, echoed in this winter day.

"Breath of water, calm down!"

"In the beginning, the slow progress made me so anxious that I stayed up all night, but it didn't help at all."

"It was the hustle and bustle in the waterfall and the tranquility under the pool that saved me. The gravel we cleaned together, the blisters on our feet, and the gifts we created together are something I will never forget!"

"Three months! It took me nearly three months in the trial of water breathing!"

Mingfei's gaze fell on the crystal white seeds on his fingertips,
"But it's worth it! Because during this trial, it took me three months to realize the anxiety that was born out of uneasiness in the past five years, and I started to attack it!"

“I started to admit my shortcomings openly.”

Taking off your own fig leaf is the first step towards growth!
(End of this chapter)