Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6482 (Six Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-Two) Branches

The brown-handed man said, "A big handful? It seems hard to hold."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Have you thought of holding something else? Like one stick after another."

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "Three?"

"Of course not." said the man with gray hands.

"What is that?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"You did it on purpose again." said the man with gray hands.

"Why do you do this on purpose?" asked the brown-handed man.

"You said 'three' on purpose." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

The brown-handed man asked, "How do you prove it?"

"No proof needed," said the Gray Hand Man.

"No proof is needed?" said the brown-handed man. "Does that mean that if you say it was intentional, then it was intentional? Are you imitating the user?"

The Gray Hand asked, "I didn't imitate the Lord. I can't imitate the Lord. You can't be unaware that when I said 'three roots' I meant it in general."

The brown-handed man asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "Don't you know this? Do you want to keep pretending? How long do you plan to keep pretending?"

"Stop pretending!" The brown-handed man laughed. "'Three roots' means a lot of roots."

The Gray Hand Man said, "What were you thinking of holding just now? You said one by one."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Branches."

The gray-handed man asked, "Is it hard to hold a big handful?"

"Anyway, it's not as easy to hold as one stick, there's no doubt about that, right?" asked the man with brown hands.

"What are you holding the branch for?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"When the Lord asked us to bring him branches, did you shake them?" the brown-handed man asked. "Yes," the gray-handed man said, "of course I did."

The brown-handed man said, "Then why are you asking me why I hold the branch? Isn't it to complete the task given by the Lord?"

“But that was in the past,” said the man with gray hands.

"I didn't say now," said the brown-handed man.

"But why do you think of the time when you held the branch?" asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"Because they look like him." said the man with brown hands.

"How are they similar?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"When you said 'a bunch', I naturally thought of a bunch of branches." The brown-handed man said, "The Lord has mentioned that before."

The Gray Hand said, "The Lord did tell us to bring him branches by the handful. Let's grab a handful."

"You finally remembered it?" the brown-handed man asked, "or were you just pretending not to remember it?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "I thought about it, but who knows if that's why you said it? If that's not why you said it, then my thought is not right, right? Besides, what I just said is completely different from the branches."

"You just said 'a handful' of hope." The brown-handed man said, "Although we have a handful, it is still difficult to bring it to the user."

Gray Hand said, "The Lord told us to try to catch as many as possible in each handful, but I felt that I caught too many at the time."

The brown-handed man asked, "How can it be considered too much?"

"It's no longer convenient to present it to the user." The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "But the Lord has said that we should try to catch as many roots as possible in each handful. Do you feel that you have caught as many as you could?"

"Yes, but it's very inconvenient." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Me too. Why does the Lord ask us to try to catch as many roots as possible in each handful?"

The gray-handed man said, "The master said at the time that those caught at one time would be counted as a group."

(End of this chapter)