Chapter 1038 1020 Movement

Chapter 1038 1020. Music

Tom Bombadil took off his pointed hat, revealing his slightly bald brown hair.

With his beard that reached down to his chest, his messy appearance actually resembled the red leaves on the ground in autumn.

The food on the table was not really precious or delicious in name.

But unexpectedly, after these ordinary ingredients were placed on the table, they actually gave off an aroma that made Lan En feel his stomach moving.

It was as if the nutrition was so rich that it was unbelievable.

At first, the flannel ball just politely extended its tongue to lick the milk in the cup, but soon it naturally began to hold the cup with one paw and the white bread with the other paw, and ate it left and right.

Lan En was in much better condition than the flannel ball, and he still perfectly maintained his demeanor as a guest.

But after the food entered his esophagus, he felt a sense of satisfaction almost immediately.

It was as if his whole body was moisturized.

Qilin's plate was placed on the windowsill, so that it could stick its head in to eat, which was also considered eating at the same table.

Its performance was even more exaggerated than that of the flannel ball, and it buried its head directly in the milk bucket. It drank like a cow, and the efficient eating ability of Gu Long made it move like a pump.

But even so, all the food on the table was inexplicably endless, and it never got less no matter how much it ate.

"Poetry and music! Whoosh~"

Tom and Jinmei sat on the other side of the table, happily watching the guests eating and drinking. He also took out a pipe, puffed on it, and blew out smoke rings.

"This is the most beautiful thing. The old willow tree is not an evil creature, it is just too exclusive and too wild. It was born with the whole forest, but it is sincerely disgusted with the creatures that can move freely in the forest."

"That's why I stopped you. Of course, there is also the reason that its singing is really beautiful."

"But don't worry about it. With me watching, it can't hurt others. At most, it will scare people."

"If you take care of it yourself, then I think it really has no chance to hurt people."

Lan En took a sip of the water in the cup and controlled himself so that he wouldn't drink it all in one breath.

Damn it, is even the water on this table so tempting?

In order to divert his attention from these simple but inexplicably tempting foods, Lan En looked at the short old man who was leisurely enjoying his tobacco time and asked cautiously and politely.

"So, sir, who are you?"

"Well, what?" Tom raised his eyes lazily after the rising smoke and tobacco smell.

"You don't hide your extraordinaryness, whether it's controlling the landing point of the celestial sphere intersection rift at will, or teaching the old willow tree a lesson, or inviting us to visit here now. So I think you shouldn't mind introducing yourself."

The fluff ball is now completely immersed in the food. It tugged at Lan's arm and stared at the fresh cream in the distance on the table.

It still had bread in its mouth, so it could only "woohoo".

Lan pursed his lips, then stood up in Tom's smiling eyes.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Can you pass me the bowl of fresh cream?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you."

Putting the bowl of fresh cream next to the kitten, the fluff ball let go of the little paw on Lan's arm and buried his head in eating.

"Ah, this cute little guest."

Tom exhaled a puff of smoke with enjoyment, and then responded to Lan'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, my friend, remember my words-"

"Tom existed before the rivers and trees appeared. Tom saw the first drop of rain fall and the first acorn grow. I was wandering here before the big guys came, and I saw the arrival of the little guys."

"Before the elves began to migrate westward and the ocean moved, Tom was here. And he lived through the fearless era under the starlight in the dark night, before the Dark King appeared from the void."

Listening to Tom's description and the misty smell of pipe weed, Lan En inexplicably felt that a grand movement began to resound in his ears or in his mind.

The movement has countless ups and downs and waves, as well as magnificent or numerous harmonies.

But he just listened blankly, but couldn't understand it at all.

But although it was incomprehensible, it was different from the dangerous enemies or strange powers in the past.

This music 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.

"I like singing and listening to songs, but composing the great music of creating the world? No, I can't do it."

He still didn't accurately say what kind of existence he was.

In Lan En's ears, the extremely magnificent and beautiful music had gradually faded away as Tom finished his story.

He was immersed in the indescribable beautiful feeling, almost subconsciously, his eyes became deep, and his [Spiritual Vision] was activated.

But nothing changed, everything in his vision was normal as if he hadn't done anything.

Old Tom seemed to have sensed the change in his vision, and he opened his arms wide, looking cheerful and saying "welcome to see me".

Only then did Lan En suddenly come to his senses and quickly turned off his vision that was heading towards the essence of things.

Lan En knew better than anyone the consequences of seeing something "unbearable".

After all, the first alien creature he came into contact with was an evil god that could drive people crazy and mutate their bodies just by being seen.

He was not sure how high Old Tom's status was, but judging from his few words, this was definitely not something he was qualified to see clearly at this stage.

Or the consequences after seeing it clearly were basically unbearable.

"I thought that beings like you would be more repulsive to alien creatures."

Lan En pinched his eyelids and said openly.

"As long as it is a kind and beautiful life." This time it was Jinmei who was beside Tom who spoke, she smiled elegantly as always, "then the world will welcome him."

"Does this sound like a compliment to me?"

Lan En pressed his eyes and smiled.

"Why not, Lan En?" Tom smiled happily.

"Believe me, from the moment you set foot in this world, I know more about you than you think!"

"The little girl who gave you the blessing on the blade, when she came 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 mentioned, when she came here to play, she met a friend, and she asked me to bring her greetings."

"Sincere friendship."

Golden Mei praised with a smile.

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 ask others for information."

"If you want to find her, you have to take action yourself."

Tom's words made Lan En curl his lips. The interests and rules of this ancient life and extraordinary existence are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Tom's habit of not wanting to do things through power and preferring to get information through interpersonal communication is actually relatively easy to understand.

"Okay, I'll act on my own."

Lan En shrugged.

"So, I can leave on my own later? That's good. My worst expectation before was: you might detain me, an alien."

Old Tom shook his head quickly, and his red leaf-colored beard swayed.

"That can't be! I pulled you here just to see the excitement. I won't do such a thing. You are free to come and go!"

"Then how should I thank you for this hospitality?"

Lan En raised the water cup in his hand and pointed to the bread, butter, honey and other things that the flannel ball and Qilin were addicted to.

"Although I have little knowledge, I think these things must be very precious."

"No, Lan. No."

Old Tom stuffed some more tobacco into his pipe and said comfortably.

"They are just ordinary things, just some nutrients to nourish your body. You don't have to feel bad at all. The moment you came here, you have already stepped into the great movement. You just heard some simple notes, didn't you?"

The pipe mouthpiece circled around Old Tom's ear, outlining the shape of the notes.

"It's a moving movement. The moment you stepped in, the trembling notes began to change pleasantly. Believe me."

Old Tom deliberately lowered his voice, with a mischievous smile on his face, and leaned forward towards Lan.

"The composer of this piece of music will also like it!"

"So." Lan En scratched his head a little woodenly, "I have actually completed my mission the moment I stepped into this world?"

"Nonsense!"

Tom blew away the smoke in front of him decisively: "Destiny will not realize itself! Subjective initiative, young man! Subjective initiative! Books can't be read in vain!"

"Let old Tom warn you well-nihilism is not desirable!"

"Ah? Oh, oh."

Lan En blinked and nodded blankly.

Old Tom nodded frequently with satisfaction and joy.

"Good children!"

"You sleep here tonight." Jinmei said gently, "You are Tom Bombadil's guests. Under his protection, there will be no evil spirits and strange phenomena to disturb your sleep."

"Tomorrow!" Tom also said with full energy. "I have a feeling that tomorrow will be a good weather, and it will be very comfortable to travel, just right for you to travel! Have a good rest tonight."

"Premonition?" Lan En asked back.

"Of course, I'm not a weather forecast expert." Tom waved his hand nonchalantly. "So don't be too sure. It's just a hunch. Just let it go! Haha!"