Kim Lian Zhu Empire, somewhere, on the ground.

One-legged didn't know why he was fleeing, but he was fleeing quickly.

I didn't do anything wrong, on the contrary, the other party was kind enough to entertain me and gave me a hug.

However, One-Legged clearly felt the change in himself.

Escape from the two teams, escape from the campfire, and escape from the residual warmth of the embrace.

"Ahh

The one-legged acceleration sprint, like the kind of sprint that goes out of your way to run on a rainy day, it doesn't matter if you get dirty or not, you just want to run.

Or, shout out loud to vent.

I don't care what others think of me, I don't care about my image at the moment, maybe it won't be long before I become what I used to be. However, at the moment, I can't care so much at all, and there is no such thing as self-image.

"Ahh

One-legged punch on the trunk of the tree, and with a click, cracks spread along the trunk.

The whole tree broke apart and fell to the ground.

One-legged knows what cultivators and immortal cultivators are, or, whatever the three paths in the mouth of adults.

These things, all over the place.

Yuan Changwen once publicly talked about the difference between cultivators and immortal cultivators, and there were several times. As for the three paths in the mouth of casual adults, One-legged has also seen it in books.

Even, there are many of these words, the words are different, but the content is the same.

Like Yuan Changwen's so-called cultivators, in fact, in the books of the home planet era, they are just a group of mortals who are obsessed with demonic obstacles. Moreover, in some books, there is no distinction between the so-called cultivators and immortal cultivators at all.

Or, in some books, new words are used. For example, the shunliu in Murong Shuai's mouth is the same thing as Wuwei in the era of the home planet, as well as the so-called "human adult".

Dwelling on words is useless in itself, and Onefoot knows this, but he still hasn't moved forward.

Since the old vocabulary creates conflicts and contradictions, and creates deviations beyond understanding, it is a matter of course to create a new vocabulary yourself, or redefine a new vocabulary.

Since Yuan Changwen can redefine vocabulary in this way, why can't I?

The cultivators in Yuan Changwen's mouth are just a group of paranoids, just a group of mortals who believe in their own Tao and don't care about other things. Well, I can also reinvent a word to describe these people, such as the Heart Keeper. Right, keep your original intention, go all the way, no matter what temptation, you will not change your inner thoughts.

However, some people, when they hear the term "ascetic", think that they are pursuing the supreme path, that they are pursuing the ultimate thing. And this state is also called a cultivator by Yuan Changwen.

One-legged suddenly realized that this kind of thing that was entangled in the vocabulary itself was a waste of time.

The most important thing is to move forward on your own. It's either you go forward or you don't, it's as simple as that.

Sitting on the ground on one foot, suddenly at a loss, I don't know what I have lived for so many years.

Even, after all these years, is he really alive?

It's not the first time these thoughts have come to mind, but this one seems to have become particularly serious.

Why don't you ever think about your life?

Why always move forward with the whipping of fear?

What is the meaning of life?

One foot hugging his knees, like a little girl, curled up there.

And, like a little girl, began to cry.

It is said that men should not cry, and One-Legged found that he had no idea why there was such a statement, and he did not know why he needed to believe it.

Lao Tzu is just crying, what's wrong!

Tears slipped from his moist eyes, and gradually, the one foot gave up the urge to cry, and the tears no longer fell drop by drop.

Nature is always kind, you may not be able to experience it, but no matter what, nature will always care for you in a special way. The only obstacle is yourself.

After a while, Onefoot felt the slow calming of his emotions and reached out to wipe the tears from his face.

It seems that crying is much better.

Touching the half of the tree that fell to the ground next to him, he still didn't know what to do, did he really have to give up so many years of hard work and start stepping into the river again?

One-legged doesn't know, but his heart is no longer rolling, unlike the fearful "I don't know" before. It's more like a kind of calm in the depths of the sea, and One-Footed finds that he doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to think, and wants to do it.

There's no need for any buzz, there's no need for socializing, just sitting here, just touching the trunk of a dead tree.

One foot didn't think about anything, as if he just wanted to be alone in a daze. The liveliness that I used to like, the various gregaries that I used to cheer about, are a little disgusting at the moment.

One-legged didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't know how long he was going to sit here, but he just wanted to sit here.

Let's admit it, I didn't grow up at all.

One-legged is a little sad, but there is no better way to deny it. For so many years, I have been denying it, I have always thought that I am not a child, and I have always felt that as long as I work hard to earn more material things, then I am not a child.

But now, there is no need to deny it, and the sadness makes it no longer in the mood to deny or confront.

One-legged knew what he had always wanted to prove. After being cut off by the old man, he seemed to be reluctant to touch anything about the spiritual master's cultivation, and was bent on proving himself.

I want to tell everyone that you're all wrong about me.

However, this kind of attitude of raising eyebrows and puffing is itself a little person, a child's show-off.

If any adult is here, he may have no intention of resisting or proving those slanders and insults, so why can't he be slandered by others? This is the freedom of others, so why should I demand the words and deeds of others with my own thoughts and feelings?

Thinking of this, One-legged found that he couldn't continue to imagine, because he didn't know what kind of state the casual adult was in. Do you really not care? Or do you still feel bad when you hear an insult? Or is it just uncomfortable, but you don't resist for the sake of your image?

I'm still far from it!

One foot looked up at the sky, full of wry smiles.

Some regret why I didn't think about it earlier. However, at that time, I seemed to have been whipped by fear and pursued the pinnacle of life. Now that I think about it, my so-called pinnacle of life is a cross-dressing show of fear.

It's not about pursuing the pinnacle of life for fun, it's just that I'm afraid that nothing will happen, so I have to pursue the pinnacle of life.

I want to prove that I am right, so I try to do something. What drives you is not excitement and pleasure, but a kind of show-off and revenge-like victory.

Is it too late to start now?

Looking at the white clouds in the sky with one foot, will the white clouds worry that they are floating too slowly, or the shape is not good-looking?

Perhaps, the idea that you have to succeed at a young age is a fear in itself.

One-legged sighed, is it really going to start over?

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