Winter has been on the prairie of the third layer for almost ten years, during this period, from the refining realm to the boiling blood realm of demon beasts can be described as endless, sometimes one comes, sometimes a group, and in the unavoidable grassland, as long as the two encounter, it is often a life-and-death situation, there is no other way.

After a month of life and death, Dongluo's face became more and more resolute, the childish face that had not completely faded became more and more angular, and some deep scars on the arms were rolled up, and there was still blood looming, which was shocking.

There are many undercurrents on the grassland, flowing silently under the meadow, and one foot falls either splashing in the water, or half a foot is submerged, if you can't react, the whole person may be swallowed by the grassland, and finally there are no bones left.

Therefore, Dongluo went all the way, cautiously, that is, to guard against demon beasts that may appear at any time, but also to worry about the ubiquitous undercurrent.

His goal was the towering snow-capped mountain at the end of the grassland, at the end of heaven and earth.

Even if there is no goal, there is no purpose, then strive to go to a high place, stand on a high place, and look far away.

If you look far, you will naturally know where you are.

I don't know why, it often rains in the secret territory of Longmen, and it often rains on the third layer of grassland, that is, there is a light rain, there is also a torrential rain, and there will be fog when there is rain on the grassland, white and vast, hazy, there is a minimalist white beauty.

Today's sky is once again drizzling lightly, every time it rains, the winter will hold an oil-paper umbrella, walking alone in the green grass and light rain.

The light rain was not painful, and it didn't necessarily wet his clothes, but he felt that walking in such rain made him feel like he was stuck in the mud, which was very unpleasant.

It's no wonder that anyone who has been drenched in the drizzling rain for a month, and has not even had a place to shelter from the rain, will be unhappy.

On the grasslands, when the moisture falls, the fog naturally rises. The distant mountains are no longer visible, and the grass near is difficult to see the whole picture, and the heart of Dongluo is very alert, and he walks forward in the general direction of the snow-capped mountains.

Wail!

A crow-like cry came through the thick fog with some poignant sounds.

Listening to the crow's cry, Dongluo's inner vigilance was even greater, and in this thick fog there was a snow-white bird, which came and went without a trace, silently. It is as if walking against the wind, flying through the fog, flying through the air without the slightest ripple.

The snow-white feathers were shiny and smooth, white and neat, and the claws and teeth were extremely sharp, and the shocking wound on Dongluo's arm was scratched by the white bird not long ago.

The white bird seems to be a hunter in the fog by nature, and if he doesn't make a move, he will be thunderous between lightning and flint.

A cold light flashed, and the oil-paper umbrella was torn in an instant.

Shiratori is coming!

Dongluo quickly turned his head, exerted force with his right foot, and his body quickly rolled to the left.

The snow-white claws of a half-human-high snow-white figure tore through the grass, retreating with one blow, without lingering, coming fast, going faster, coming like a spring dream without a trace, going like a cloud without a trace.

Dongluo stood up again, patted the rain, dew and grass on the white robe, picked up the oil-paper umbrella that had rolled aside, and returned to the road, and began to calculate the time silently.

After a few steps, Dongluo stopped and stood on the wet grass and looked ahead. A mountain cliff passed through the sky, and at a pass in the mountain cliff, a white lian descended from the sky, like a white dragon looming in the fog, and there was a low roar in the fog.

Under the white practice is a deep pool of turquoise, the pool water is quiet, the cold air is overflowing, after undertaking the white practice that falls from the sky, and then slowly flows down along the not steep hillside. In the hollow under the grassland, it converges into a deep blue lake.

It's like the water of a great river coming up from the sky and falling on the blue sea under the nine shades.

There is great beauty in heaven and earth.

Dongluo stood on the edge of the deep pool, looking at such a magnificent scene that shook the world, and couldn't help but be stunned.

In the Tao Te Ching, it is said that goodness is like water, and water benefits all things without fighting. is evil to everyone, so it is more than the way.

The old Taoist also let himself read the Tao Te Ching well, thinking about what is fighting and what is not.

What is contention? What is indisputable.

Water moistens all things silently, and chooses to cover the common people without speaking.

Living in a good place, having a good heart, being kind and benevolent, saying good faith, being good at governance, doing good things, and moving well, the husband is not fighting, so there is no especially.

No worries.

And what is your deepest anxiety at the moment?

Stay alive.

How can we survive?

It is possible to survive in the secret territory of the Dragon Gate.

Because of the extreme ice, the Red Lotus Karma Fire helped to temper the body, and then was taken by Zhou Tianzi in the gossip furnace to help check the gaps and repair the physical body. It can be said that even Dongluo is not a pure martial artist now, but compared with pure martial arts, it is only strong and not weak.

It is possible to live in the secret territory of Longmen, this is what Zhou Tianzi said, Thaksin. This is also what Xue Yurou said, and he also believes it.

So where is the way of life that Zhou Tianzi said? Where is the glimmer of life that Xue Xueyu said?

Dongluo thought about it for a long time, but still didn't come up with a reason.

He pulled his thoughts back to when he first came to Luoyang City and met Li Duchun for the first time, at that time he thought that Li Duchun might be a great Confucian in the world, but now he knows that Li Duchun is the pedantic gentleman that Xue Nianci said in his mouth, and he re-examined every word Li Duchun said to him before.

Li Duchun sent him two sentences.

One sentence is that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically.

The other sentence is that although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots.

The meaning of the previous sentence is already very clear and thorough, that is, to be able to endure hardship, to be able to endure hardship, and to be able to endure hardship.

This sentence doesn't mean much, but this happens to be the most interesting meaning of this sentence, the road is simple, if you think about it, it really has a little meaning.

Dongluo bypassed the first sentence, just kept muttering that the rain does not moisten the grass without roots, and the rain does not moisten the grass without roots......

He understood the meaning of grass without roots, that is, grass without roots.

Dongluo looked at the grass in this place, but that grass was rootless?

It doesn't seem to be.

There are roots that grow on the bare rocks of the mountains, there are roots that float on the water, there are roots that surging undercurrents under the grass, and there are roots that are misty on the grass.

Every grass has roots.

Where are your roots?

Dongluo looked at the surging waterfall and fell into deep thought.

Roots, you have to have roots first, and the rain will moisten your body. The essence of rain is also water.

Therefore, if you want the rain to benefit all things, all things must have roots first.

Where are your roots?

Dongluo turned his head suddenly, ignoring the sharp pain from his scabbed hands, and suddenly stretched up, grabbing a pair of steel claws sticking out of the thick fog. Tear your wrist firmly at the sides of your body.

Broken bones and tendons.

A terrible chirp came.

A bright red mist of blood exploded.

There was a blood mist looming in the thick fog, floating and then falling. Dongluo was bathed in blood, like an undefeated god of war who had just crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood.

And the most mysterious hunter hidden in the thick fog, the owner of the Iron Claw, has finally revealed its traces. A goshawk-like bird was torn in half, its body scattered aside, its pupils dilated, and its snow-white feathers stained red with blood.

From the very beginning of this white bird's appearance to the present, every ambush against him has been extremely regular and traceable. Winterfall sometimes doesn't know whether to say it's brainless, or stubborn, Shiratori has the same time between each attack from the first attack to the last attack, and each time it is a one-hit retreat, never in love.

In such a drizzle, there was no need to hold an umbrella, but in order to be able to spot the traces of the white bird a moment in advance, so he could make corresponding countermeasures, so he held up the umbrella.

If you can't see or hear that it exists, then help those intangible things transform into tangible existence. You don't have to listen to Shiratori, just focus on listening to the oil paper umbrella.

Dongluo looked at the corpse of the white bird that had been split in two at his feet, and sighed lightly, It is a good thing to have a rule, but when this law is mastered by your enemies, good things can easily turn into bad things.

Winterfall remembers that there is a kind of antelope that lives in groups on the snowy fields of the far north, and when the race is facing an existential crisis, they will choose to sacrifice half and save half. This is a law that has been passed down from generation to generation, whether it is good or bad.

Because the hunters of Weicheng have mastered the law of the antelope, every time they go to hunt this antelope, the hunting team will be divided into two, half of them will be ambushed in a pre-prepared place, and half will drive the antelope to a cliff.

When the antelope is faced with a cliff that cannot be jumped, the old and weak antelope will willingly pedal for the young antelope and let the young antelope step on their shoulders and jump over.

The hunters were moved by this.

Then, the hunters who had been ambushed under the cliffs in advance would be moved and return with the antelopes that had fallen from the sky.

It's another hunt for everyone. The antelopes will rejoice, and so will the hunters.

Dongluo went to see it once with the hunting team, and never went again.

It's not that he can't see death, it's just that he finds it boring.

Isn't this kind of law of choosing to sacrifice half and save half when the race is facing a crisis of life and death?

It's definitely good.

Because the antelope population has indeed been preserved, and the species has been truly continued.

And those hunters didn't spend a single soldier, and captured half of the prey with one arrow and one sword.

Of course, it's not bad.

After the law of the continuation of the antelope race is mastered by the enemy, a good thing becomes a bad thing.

It's a good thing to have a law, but it's even better to hide your own rules, and it's even better if you can make the enemy think that you have understood your own laws and then use them to counter the enemy.

Dongluo glanced at the white bird's corpse, took out a bright red crystal spirit core from the white bird's skull, shook it, put it directly into his mouth, and chewed it.

In this month, I don't know how many demon beasts died in his hands, and he also gained a lot of crystal spirit cores, some low-quality, and the crystal spirit cores that were useless for the strengthening of his physical body were included in the mustard seeds, and he planned to wait for the three beasts and Xue Nianci to use to improve the cultivation of the physical body after leaving the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

As for those with high quality, they devoured the ones that still had the effect of his current physical strengthening, and they didn't even bother to take out Zhenshan to smash them, mainly after they were broken, they were devoured, and the dragon's breath escaped too quickly, and it was a bit of a waste.

Dongluo's physical strength is growing in an orderly manner, and now he is about to reach the strength of the eighth layer of martial arts training. His physical enhancement is much more difficult than that of a martial arts cultivator, but he has one thing that is better than a martial arts cultivator, that is, his physical body enhancement has no realm restrictions, and there is no confinement of the Heavenly Dao. As long as the intensity is reached, it is considered to have entered that realm.

Dongluo smiled bitterly, this may be the so-called misfortune and blessing, blessing and misfortune!

However, if he could choose this little blessing, he would rather not.

Dongluo muttered again, although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots.

Rootless grass.

Dongluo squatted down and observed the grass under his feet.

Grass without roots, grass with roots.

What is a root, and what is a root?

Dongluo looked at the scattered weeds all over the place, some with deep roots, some with shallow roots, some with long roots, some with short roots, but all of them had roots.

Dongluo's eyes were firmly fixed on a small grass swaying in the wind on the rocks.

With roots, it can grasp the rocks and not be blown away by the wind and rain. With roots, it can draw energy from the land and not dry up and die of old age.

Grass has roots and can be moistened by the rain.

What about people? Do people have roots?

Where are the roots of man?

What are your roots?

What is the source of your own life?

Winter took a serious look at himself.

Yes.

It's the body.

The body is the root of man.

No wonder Zhou Tianzi wanted him to exercise his body in the gossip furnace first, no wonder Xue Yurou said that his glimmer of life was in the secret realm of Longmen. No wonder Li Duchun would say that the rain does not moisten the grass without roots. It is no wonder that the old Taoist who is easy to fall will compare his relationship with the Heavenly Dao seed to the parasitic relationship of a banyan tree.

It turned out that all this was to make his roots strong and his body strong.

As the old Taoist said, if his backbone is strong enough, will he still care how many parasitic things come to his body, and will he still care if that parasite is a Heavenly Dao seed?

You don't have to care at all, because the main trunk is strong, then those parasites can be absorbed and digested no matter how much they come.

It turned out that what they meant was to let themselves forge their own flesh to the strongest in the secret realm of the Dragon Gate, to forge it to be fearless, no matter if he came to the extreme ice under the Heavenly Dao seed, or what kind of red lotus karmic fire, if he came, then he would practice and absorb it.

Dongluo laughed.

Goodness is like water, and water benefits all things without fighting.

Don't fight?

If you don't fight, then let him fight!

Wait for them to compete with each other, and then come to the fisherman to profit.

Zhou Tianzi is really calculating!

Dongluo finally figured out the secret words spoken by these people who participated in the cultivation of their skills. Although he didn't know if he was wrong, or if he thought less, he thought at least one thing was right.

That is to constantly strengthen one's own body.

Let yourself ripen, let yourself be successful in this round of missing moons. Let the battle between fire and water in the body have a good place.

Whether it's right or wrong in the end, at least it's certainly right.

Dongluo is in a good mood, maybe he doesn't have to die. Even if he knew that the next battle between fire and water in his body would be dangerous and abnormal, close to ten deaths, he was still willing to fight for that glimmer of possible vitality.

Fight until you are really sure that you can't, and it's never too late to give up at that time. But if you don't even fight hard, you say you can't, it's just a stupid person.

Dongluo is not a stupid person, on the contrary, he is very smart, but sometimes he is unwilling to show his intelligence to the people around him.

If the light is too bright, it is easy to be jealous, and he still understands this truth

Some of the veins were picked up by him walking on the misty meadow, and some of the secret words were understood by him under the water of the great river that came from this heaven.

Suddenly, the rain stopped and the sky was bright.

The white mist receded like a tide.

The grassland has returned to the appearance of green grass. Dongluo ran a run, jumped up, and jumped into the deep pool.

Water splashes.

Swinging back and forth like an osprey, it's really hard for him not to be happy.

Originally, before entering the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, he was already ready to die, not that he didn't want to talk, but he really didn't know how to live next.

So even if it is in the secret territory of Longmen, although he also goes to compete for opportunities and go through battles, he has always been holding a casual attitude, if he meets, then he will fight, if he doesn't meet, then let him go!

But now the winter falls differently, it seems that the lost heart has returned, and it seems that the dead hope is alive again.

Because, he found his roots.

Because he understood Li Duchun's two sentences.

Only those who have survived all the hardships and recognized the essence of life, but still do not take suffering as suffering, but still love life, but are still happy and happy every day.

Only those who have been on the line of death countless times but still crawl on the side of life can do what others thought was impossible.

For example, let a damned one live.

For example, a damned person is trying to live.

These are all things that others think are impossible, but Li Duchun thinks it can.

Today's winter fall is also serious.

If you even give up on yourself, it will definitely be difficult for heaven to help.

If you don't even want to live, God won't be able to save you.

These simple truths, Dongluo regretted it a little, and only now did he figure it out.

But it's not too late to understand.

The water in the pool is cold and biting, but compared to the extreme ice, it is really a small thing, so when the winter falls and soaks in the pool water, it feels like soaking in the hot spring.

Dongluo swam from the water to the bottom of the waterfall, took a horse step, his muscles bulged, and let the water of the great river that fell from the sky fall on his head, on his body, and on the rocks under his feet.

Motionless.

Looking at it from afar, the young man at this moment is really like a small grass that is still lonely in the storm!

When the wind blows, it still stands up, and when the rain breaks down, it still stands.

You can die at any time, but you can't die at all.

......

......

The rainy season is coming, and the north is fine, but the south is facing a light rain for three days and a heavy rain for five days.

Storm.

On a path that had just been descended, there was a little girl in red with a double ponytail carrying a small bookcase and following a middle-aged Confucian scholar, chattering non-stop.

It's nothing more than the village and town along the way, what interesting things she heard and what interesting people she met.

The middle-aged Confucian only listened to the side and the back, and sometimes asked some questions.

The trail is potholed, slippery and muddy in places.

There was an ox cart in front of him pulling a large cart of firewood and getting stuck in the mud, and the owner was at a loss for help, just kept whipping the old cow with a whip.

The old cow was also so anxious that he mooed.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to help push the cart.

When the owner of the cow saw that someone was helping, he also pulled up the cart in front.

The little girl stood aside and shouted loudly......

This is the trumpet she learned from watching a boat on a river beach in a village.

The slender man told her that shouting like this when pulling the boat would save energy.

She thought the cow owner was pulling the cart like the slender man.

In a short time, the ox cart was pulled out.

The owner of the ox thanked him and got on the ox cart and left.

The little girl turned her head to look at the middle-aged Confucian who was covered in mud and said, "Sir, the car is stuck in the mud, it is not the fault of the cow, why does the owner of the cow beat the cow?"

The middle-aged Confucian said: "Because it is impossible for the owner of the cow to beat himself!"

The little girl thought about it and felt that there was some truth.

But then he sighed lightly.

Life seems to be a bit boring!

The little girl took out a bamboo sword from the small bookcase and made a gesture or two, tilted her head and asked, "Sir, what kind of person can be regarded as a hero?"

"People who recognize the essence of life, but still love life. ”

"Is that the owner of the cow just now?"

"Count. ”

"Is that a little white guy?"

"Count. ”

"And my brother counts?"

"Count. ”

"What about them?"

"Sort of. ”

"What about Winterfall?"