The heavens and the earth are desolate, I don't know how high the sky is, I don't know how deep the earth is, and I don't know how many things the world is. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On top of an ordinary mountain in the depths of the wilderness, there is a thatched hut made of golden grass in front of a verdant bamboo forest. This thatched hut is built on the mountainside, some idle clouds and wild cranes wander around the fence around the thatched house, and some ancient bronzes seem to be placed in the fence at random in an irregular manner.

Outside the sky, there are occasional clouds flying by behemoths.

The grass on the ground is verdant and grows very well, and occasionally a few small ginseng essence, lingzhi essence and other villains are attached to the window of the thatched house, listening to the master inside.

Leisurely and elegant, quiet and remote, and mysterious, this is the existence of a fairyland on earth.

In the thatched house, some pigtailed children sat on straw mats and listened to the lecture of the Qingmei master.

Purple smoke incense burners burn in the thatched house.

Holding the ring ruler, the master said: "Pangu opened the world, located in the wilderness, three thousand worlds, three thousand Sumeru, also three thousand illusory, three thousand thoughts. However, everyone in the world has arrogant bones, fighting with people, fighting with the earth, fighting with the sky, and becoming gods and immortals, but they find that they are in a Sumeru world, which is really small and sad, and becoming an immortal in the Sumeru world is not as good as a hair of the ancient gods... But it all starts with the foundation!"

"Master, Master, what is Zhuji?" asked a cute little girl with a fairy raising her fleshy little hand.

A pale yellow energy gathered in the master's hand, and the phantom of a river came out of the ditch, and there were still small boats floating on this river.

The master said: "The wooden oars do not carry ordinary flowers, and the Yellow Spring cannot live and die; one head can hold the stars, the sun and the moon, and the feet can step on the two worlds of Fu and the void." Don't delay yourself, the long road is on the journey, lonely and lonely bibimbap; remote thinking, floating life, spring and autumn holding the sword, Huang Quan alone broke the front edge; looking back, floating life, Huang Quan holds the sword, one person has already entered the foundation!"

"Master, Master, Zhao Xingdou is sleeping again!" said the little girl, pointing to a purple-haired child who was sleeping next to her.

For a while, there was a lot of noise in the classroom, and some children sat up straight, not daring to look at the master.

"Huh?" the master stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Xingdou has dreamed of entering Sumeru, yes, yes! When he wakes up, he will already build the foundation! You must not slack off!"

"Yes, Master!" the children arrived.

"Master, and the Phantom Dragon just broke a four-leaf grass!" the little girl continued. She pointed at an indifferent young man with her pink little finger and said, "I stopped him, but he didn't listen!"

Hearing that a piece of grass was broken, the master's face became stern, "Is there such a thing as the Phantom Heavenly Dragon?

The young man with an indifferent face stood up a little panicked, and didn't dare to hide it and said, "Master, I did break a four-leaf grass!"

"How many rhizomes have been broken? What about the grass now? Didn't I tell you that every grass and a grain of sand has their life? What about your responsibilities as a higher being? Is that what I taught you?" the Master's tone became more and more stern, and he asked a series of questions, and finally he blew his beard and rolled up his sleeves and said, "Stretch out your hand!"

The indifferent young man stretched out his hand straight and said, "I heard the master say that even every small grass has an independent world, so I wanted to see what such a small world is like, but when Nizi and Xingdou saw it, in a panic, they broke off the rhizome of the grass!"

The little girl testified, "Master, I saw Xingdou crushing the grass under him when he fell asleep!"

"Hmph!" the master raised the ring ruler, the young man called Phantom Sky Dragon closed his eyes in fear, and the master put the ring ruler again, saying, "Forget it!"

The Phantom Sky Dragon lowered his head and said, "Master, I was wrong!"

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In a mysterious purple smoke.

A sleeping purple-haired boy was holding only a four-leaf grass in his hand under his head, and one of the four rhizomes of the four-leaf grass had been clearly broken.

The story that happened between the purple-haired boy and the 4-leaf grass begins.

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