Chapter 1038 1020. Movement
Tom Bombadil took off his pointed hat. Under his hat was his slightly bald brown hair.
Paired with the beard that hangs down to the chest, the messy look looks like the red leaves all over the ground in autumn.
This table full of food does not actually have any precious delicacies in its name.
But unexpectedly, after these ordinary ingredients were placed on the table, they all gave off an aroma that made Lan Endu feel his stomach wriggle.
It seems as if it is incredibly nutritious.
At first, the velvet ball just stuck out its tongue politely and licked the milk in the cup, but soon it naturally started holding the cup with one paw and grabbing the white bread with the other little paw. , bowed left and right.
Lan En's situation is much better than that of Flannel Ball. He still perfectly maintains his demeanor as a guest.
But after the food entered the esophagus, he felt a sense of satisfaction almost immediately.
It seems like the whole body is moisturized.
Qilin's dinner plate was placed on the windowsill, allowing him to put his head in and eat, which was considered eating at the same table.
Its performance was even more exaggerated than a velvet ball, burying its head directly in the milk bucket. When the cow drinks, Cologne's efficient eating ability makes it move like a water pump.
But even so, all the food on the entire table is inexplicably endless, and there is always no shortage of food.
"Poetry and music! Phew~"
Tom and Goldberry sat on the other side of the table, happily watching the guests eating and drinking, and he even pulled out a pipe himself, He smoked loudly and blew out a smoke ring.
"This is a most beautiful thing. The old willow tree is not an evil creature, it is just too xenophobic and wild. It was born with the entire forest, but it is sincerely bored by the creatures that can move freely in the forest. . ”
“That’s why I stopped you. Of course, there’s also the reason why it sings really well.”
“But don’t worry about it, it will only hurt you as long as I’m watching. If you don’t care about it, it will only scare you.”
“If you take care of it personally, I think it has no chance of harming anyone.”
Lan En took a sip of the water in the cup. Control yourself so that you don't drink it all in one go.
Damn it, is even the water on this table so tempting?
In order to divert his attention away from these simple but inexplicably attractive foods, Lan En looked at the short old man enjoying his tobacco time leisurely, and asked cautiously and politely.
"Then, sir, who are you?"
"Well, what?" After the rising smoke and smell of tobacco, Tom lazily raised his eyes.
“You don’t hide your extraordinaryness, whether you control the point where the celestial sphere meets the fissure at will, teach that old willow tree a lesson, or now invite us to be guests. So I think you should also not Would you mind introducing yourself?”
The flannel ball was now completely addicted to the meal. It pulled Lan En's arm while looking longingly at the fresh cream in the distance on the table.
It still had bread stuffed in its mouth, so it could only moan.
Lan En pursed his lips, and then stood up under Tom's smiling eyes.
"Excuse me, ma'am. Could you pass me the bowl of whipped cream?"
"Of course!"
"Thank you."
Putting the bowl of fresh cream next to the kitten, the flannel ball let go of its little paw on Lan En's arm and started eating.
“Ah, this cute little guest.”
Tom exhaled a puff of smoke with enjoyment before responding to Lan En’s question.
"You asked me who I am, Lan. But you already know my name, and that's the only answer. I have no other name."
"I can only say that you are still young, but I am too old. I am the oldest of all things in the world. Lan En, my friend, mark my words-"
"In Tom existed before the rivers and trees. Tom had seen the first drops of rain fall, and I had seen the first acorns grow. I had been roaming here before the big ones came, and I had seen the little ones. The Arrival of the Guy."
"Tom was here before the elves began to migrate westward, before the sea moved, and lived in those fearless times under the dark night stars, in the dark king. From the era before the emergence of the Void Realm.”
Listening to Tom’s description and the misty smell of pipe grass, Lan En inexplicably felt a sound starting to ring in his ears or in his mind. A magnificent piece of music.
The movement has countless ups and downs and waves, as well as harmonies that are either magnificent or numerous.
But he just listened blankly, completely unable to understand.
But although it is incomprehensible, it is different from those dangerous enemies or weird powers before.
This movement made Lan En feel comfortable and calm, without any discomfort.
"So. You are the God of Creation?"
"The God of Creation? No, no! I am not!"
Tom quickly laughed and denied it.
"I like singing and listening to songs, but composing the big movement that creates the world? No, I can't do it."
He still didn't say exactly what he was. What kind of existence.
In Lan En's ears, the extremely magnificent and beautiful music gradually faded away as Tom finished his story.
He was immersed in the indescribable and beautiful feeling, almost subconsciously, his eyes became deeper and he turned on [Spiritual Vision].
But nothing changed, everything in his field of vision was as normal as if he had done nothing.
Old Tom seemed to feel the change in his gaze, and opened his arms wide, with a cheerful look of 'Welcome to see me'.
It was only then that Lan En suddenly came back to his senses and quickly turned off his vision towards the essence of things. Lan En knows better than anyone the consequences of seeing something 'unbearable'.
After all, the alien creature he first came into contact with was an evil god who could make people go crazy and mutate their bodies just by being seen.
He wasn't sure how high Old Tom's status was, but judging from just a few words, this was by no means something his current vision was qualified to see clearly.
In other words, the consequences after seeing it clearly are basically unbearable.
"I thought that a being like you would be more repulsive to alien creatures."
Lan En pinched his eyelids generously and said.
"As long as it is a kind and beautiful life." This time it was Goldberry beside Tom who was speaking. She smiled as elegantly as ever, "Then the world will welcome him."
"Does this sound like a compliment to me?"
Lan En pressed his eyes and said with a smile.
"Why not, Lan En?" Tom smiled cheerfully.
“Believe me, from the moment you step into this world, I know more about you than you think!”
“Give you the blessing on the blade. That little girl, when she came over to play, I didn’t do anything!”
"Speaking of this." Lan En pressed the handle of the Lake Lady Sword on his waist.
"The little girl you talked about met a friend when she came here to play. She asked me to bring her greetings."
"Sincere friendship."
< br>Jinberry smiled and praised.
But Tom waved his hand quickly.
"I know what you want to ask, but I don't know where she is. I don't know. Or I shouldn't know many things outside this old forest. I prefer to inquire about information from others."
"If you want to find her, you have to take action yourself."
Tom's words made Lan En curl his lips. The fun and rules of this ancient life and paranormal existence are mostly difficult for ordinary people to find. Understood.
Tom's habit of not wanting to do things through force, but preferring to obtain information through interpersonal communication, is actually relatively easy to understand.
“Okay, I’ll do it myself.”
Lan shrugged.
"So, I can leave on my own later? That's good. My worse expectation before was that you might detain me, an alien from this world."
Old Tom quickly shook his head, His beard the color of red leaves swayed.
"That's not possible! I brought you here just to see the excitement. I won't do such a thing. You can come and go freely!"
"Then how should I thank you? Where is this treat?”
Lan En raised the water glass in his hand and pointed at the bread, butter, honey and other things that both Velvet Ball and Qilin were addicted to.
"Although I have little knowledge, I think these things must be very precious."
"No such thing, Lan En. No such thing."
Old Tom stuffed some more pipe grass into his pipe and said happily.
“They are all ordinary things, just some nutrients, so that your body can be nourished. You don’t have to feel bad at all. The moment you came here, you have already entered the big music. You just heard some simple notes, didn’t you?”
The holder of the pipe was twirled around Old Tom's ear, tracing the shape of the notes.
"What a moving piece of music. The moment you step in, the trembling notes begin to change gratifyingly. Believe me."
Old Tom deliberately lowered his voice, with a smile on his face. With a narrow smile, he leaned forward towards Lan En.
"The composer of this movement will also like it!"
"So." Lan En scratched his head a little numbly and said, "I have actually stepped into this world. At that moment, my mission was completed?”
"Nonsense!"
Tom decisively fanned the smoke in front of him: "Destiny will not realize itself! Subjective initiative, young man! Subjective initiative! You can't read books in vain!"
"Let Old Tom warn you - nihilism is not advisable!"
"Huh? Oh, oh."
Lan blinked and nodded blankly.
Seeing this, Old Tom nodded frequently with satisfaction and joy.
"Good boy!"
"You can sleep here tonight." Goldberry said softly, "You are the guests of Tom Bombadil. Under the protection, no evil spirits or visions will disturb your sleep."
"Tomorrow!" Tom said angrily. "I have a premonition that the weather will be good tomorrow and the journey will be comfortable. It's just right for you to travel! Just have a good rest tonight."
"Premonition?" Lan En asked in return.
"Of course, I'm not a weather forecasting expert." Tom waved his hand indifferently. "So I can't say too much, it's just a hunch. Just let nature take its course! Haha!"
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