Yuan Changwen used his spiritual power to hide from all the satellites and landed on an uninhabited island smoothly.

There was no careful selection, and there was no deliberate searching.

No man's land is no man's land, with Yuan Changwen's cultivation, it is easy to go anywhere.

The island is small, but it's quiet. I was going to look at the organisms to see if their genetic makeup was the same as that of the Imperial humans. But now, Yuan Changwen suddenly lost interest, and the emotion of letting go just now continued to affect him.

Originally, there is nothing to do, all important things are just important things that we give us, and things themselves have no attributes to speak of.

What is important to oneself is not necessarily important to others. And how important can this "important thing" that can become important and unimportant be it?

The so-called importance is not just that the character is to emphasize the difference from other roles and highlight the attributes of his own role.

This character itself is fake, what else is there to say? The former self grabbed him and didn't let go, and set various goals for himself to accomplish.

There's nothing wrong with that.

It's just that now, the role of Yuan Changwen is tired, so he quits, and he can't play the costume.

The disappearance of the character brings everything to dissipate. Does family matter?

Is it still important to cultivate? Not important.

Are there any other important goals? No.

Yuan Changwen sat on the rock, the gray-white rock was covered with small potholes. Some pits are mere traces of friction or collision, while others are very thin and deep.

Gently** on the rock surface, the rough feel seems to be difficult to understand. The various items of the empire are all aimed at being neat and smooth, and few people deliberately make that kind of uneven feeling.

Even if it is deliberately made, where is the natural magic workmanship?

A handful of grass grows freely around the rocks, with the occasional sturdy grass popping up from the cracks in the rocks. The grass was soft and soft, with a hint of yellow mixed with greenery.

The rocky cliffs in the distance are sharp and angular, as if someone has forcibly broken off a piece. The rocks under Yuan Changwen's body are mostly arc lines. But if you look closely, you can still find small edges and corners, which seem to tell the characteristics of your own family.

Take off your shoes gently and step barefoot on the rocks. It was an extraordinary experience, completely different from the delicacy of being barefoot on the beach, and the pain of being barefoot among pebbles.

Stepping barefoot on a large rock is first a cold sensation, followed by a steaming sensation. It is not known whether this heat comes from the heat inside the rock, or if it is an illusion caused by the heat transfer from the soles of one's feet.

If you experience it carefully, you will feel the tiny particles, like the tiny bristles on the toothbrush, slowly interacting with the soles of the feet. It's okay to stand still, but when you move, you feel a little prickly.

But the tingling sensation is faint, but it can't be ignored.

Yuan Changwen left the rock and stepped on the grass beside him. In an instant, the experience of the soles of the feet is turned upside down. From hardness to softness, from resistance to acceptance. The slight wetness of the grass adds to the rich touch of the soles of the feet.

And those grasses that have taken shape, although they are trampled underfoot, always seem to prove their existence, always with their sides facing up. If you are not careful, you will hurt the soles of your feet. Of course, it was only a slight pain, after all, it was just ordinary grass.

When stepping on the grass, the soles of the feet have to come into contact with the ground, and the ground at this time may be more appropriately described as dirt. Dirt is different from sand, which can't hold water, while dirt can.

If you step barefoot on the dirt, you may be a little frightened by the sudden sagging. But with the help of the grass, the soil is only slightly scattered, and the scent of dirt wraps around the soles of the feet.

Strangely, the soles of the feet have no sense of smell, but they can still feel the fragrance. The toes will also subconsciously scratch the soil excitedly, and the soft touch makes the toes even more unstoppable.

Nobody cares about these things, we have so much to do. The former self seems to have been pursuing something, and this time he left the empire for the sake of a breakthrough in spiritual power.

But it seems that since just now, the trajectory of life has been deflected, and I actually have the idea of not wanting to do it.

And that emotion is still affecting me.

It is said that travel is the discovery of the soul and the admiration of the soul. In fact, it's more just showing off. If that's the case, why go back? If that's the case, why write a travelogue that the whole world likes to like?

The sun is shining, and I don't know if it rained last night, and the clouds in the sky are all of that white color. Occasionally block out the sun, and occasionally let the sun show its face.

The blue sky really goes well with the white clouds. If the Creator really exists, then he is definitely an artistic master. I can't imagine how weird it would be if it weren't for the blue and white sky.

Of course, it's just a habit. It is not even known whether these colors are their own colors. All we can say is that the Creator allows us to see the blue sky and white clouds, and to witness miracles through the structure of the organism.

White clouds flutter slowly with a breeze. A white cloud, except for the corners, there was a blur in the middle. The corners are layered and the lines are clear, seemingly disorganized but not boring.

A white cloud drifted by, and there was even a shadow on the seashore. And the white clouds are not completely separated from each other. A little silk thread looms, and the thin cloud silk like a thin veil connects the white clouds.

Even, some white clouds flutter quickly, or collide or merge, causing the appearance of white clouds to change all the time.

Who's watching Baiyun? Is the character of Yuan Changwen watching, or am I watching?

Fear is abandoned, and joy is also abandoned, and perhaps only a faint sense of contentment.

Whatever happens to you, it's fine. I can't promise I'll always have that mentality, but I can say that at the moment, I feel like whatever happens.

What else? Isn't the worst case scenario death?

Is it better to live than to die? If so, why not die?

Yuan Changwen suddenly found that he had returned to his teacher's teachings, embracing death and often dying.

Anyway, this character is dead, and you arrange it at will, "Don't do what I want, but do what you want." ”

Even if you were to get rid of this flesh, I would think that both hands would approve of it, just as Jesus approved of being crucified.

Hehe, maybe Jesus is just a story, but so what? I'm not doing it anyway, it doesn't matter if it's a story or not, and I'm not trying to convince anyone.

This is my own practice, and it doesn't matter what others think or evaluate, and I don't even know if there are other people.

As the previous title says, I'm crazy.

Yuan Changwen stood there, on a small island, feeling the breeze of the ocean with the golden yellow of the sun. The Creator can make me such an empty person to recognize myself as a character.

What could be more incredible than this?

Even if the humans on this planet have the same genes as themselves, they can't compare to the miracle of the character's existence.

Anyway, I don't do it, I don't care what happens.