Most of the time, the itinerary is relatively boring, those scenery will still feel like that, there are not so many magnificent ups and downs, every day the scenery has a lot of repetition, this is the normal aesthetic fatigue phenomenon, so when you are bored, you have to do something boring to pass the boring time.

Today is the ninth day of the fifth month of Avaranga 431.

Albert and Cecilia, well... Is doing a handstand, walking with his hands.

They seem to be relaxed and casual, and they are, with their strong physique, they can easily do a lot of things that they would have to do with specialized exercises, but there is still a lot to train after being at the same level as everyone else.

For example, I'm a cultivator, and I only need one-fifth of the time to react to something that would have taken me 0.2 second, but after the popularization of practice, everyone's reaction speed is at this time, so can I become faster than others by exercising?

In fact, it's the same everywhere, and you still have to practice what you should practice.

After the last acceleration, he took the lead in walking under the big tree with thick and well-developed air roots, exhaled, returned to his normal walking mode, shook his hand, and waited for a minute, Cecilia finally came over at this time, and sat on the ground.

"A total of 500 meters, you won again... Sitting on the ground, her somewhat disordered breathing quickly recovered, but she was still sitting on the ground, not planning to get up, "If you can't feel the change in magic, I doubt you're cheating, woo... ”

"Of course I didn't cheat, and I didn't have to. He shook his head slightly, and stretched out his hand to pull her up: "I just practiced a little more to do it, and. ”

Patting his chest, he chuckled and patted her shoulder: "Your [deck armor] is too thick, it will shake, you are not used to this, you practice less handstands, your center of gravity is unstable, you have to spend more effort to maintain balance." ”

"We're wizards, and in most stories we win by wits, aren't we? Isn't it weird to practice knowledge and fists like you do?" He understated, and punched the tree very casually, hitting a little wood stubble, and the whole tree shook with it, leaving a fist mark deeply embedded in the trunk, "What is the difference between a wizard who can't punch two tons of strength and a salted fish?"

"Although I know that no matter how much I practice after the second ring, it is impossible to train a muscular woman [the body will always maintain a coordinated state], I still don't want to practice boxing. ”

How to say it, everyone has their own preferences, she can focus on doing one thing, and she can do what she does at one time, there will be no problems, and she can go back to the years when she was crazy about brushing questions, although it is not impossible to hate patience, she can also have a very happy time, jumping up and down, pulling him around, and he has become a night owl with a very regular work and rest time, but it is still a little difficult for her to do physical training for physical fitness.

Albert handed her a piece of dried fish, and looked ahead, the further north they went, the temperature naturally leaned towards cold, and their position was already much colder than the original starting point, but fortunately, with their ice resistance, it was not that cold.

Now, there is still a light rain in the sky, a layer of mist makes things in the distance a little foggy, and there is a little wind, but it is not big, the rain is flowing, but it all bypasses the two of them, and the ground within one square meter under their feet is always clean, not even a little water stain, this clean land is also moving with the movement of the two, has been under the feet of the two.

In the hazy light rain, a brown steppe fox quietly approached.

Of course, the quietness here is what it thinks, they have long noticed this little guy, it seems, its nest should not be nearby, it is just passing by, survival in the wild is always a race against time, and it can't rest on rainy days, unless it is a domestic pet.

The little thing looks cute, for them the prairie fox is not a threat, the baring teeth grin is like being playful, its hair is a natural raincoat, this race can determine to a certain extent what kind of state its fur is in, in the rain, its hair will fit more closely, forming a natural raincoat, cloudy days will not be so tight, just to ensure that it can be perfectly dissipated, when the weather is hot, all the fluff will stand up to cool down the little ones of this race, to ensure that they do not [overheat].

Biological evolution is a wonderful thing.

Because you never know what a creature can become in order to adapt to its environment, it's a miracle that the creatures on this planet aren't a whole bunch of mollusks and aquatic creatures in an environment of great gravity.

For example, in many of the previous times I mentioned the blood flow using the word "blood pump" instead of "heart", because the two things are really different, and compared to the body structure of earthlings, Cederasis is a real work of nature:

Theoretically, a healthy and strong Cederasian can survive for a while after losing the two organs with similar functions to the heart, maybe a day, maybe a week, and then die.

Earthlings and Cederasians, two species that look very close on the outside, can be said to be exactly the same, but if you dig deeper, they are actually completely different, and no matter how you stand on both sides, they are "aliens" to each other.

Albert's soul has worn through his current body, and theoretically he is now a so-called "alien".

It's just that he used to think about a few philosophical questions.

Don't get me wrong, the philosophical issues here have nothing to do with Billy.

He used to sometimes wonder whether he was [himself] or another person with the memories of his previous life, this question was very important, but after thinking about it for a long time and not being able to find a reason, he gave up thinking, and he finally figured it out and summed up such a truth: he will think about whether [I] am [myself] itself, which is evidence that [myself] is [self].

"Sometimes it's really amazing. He collected his breathing, pressed his left hand lightly to the center of his chest, and felt the powerful beating of two simultaneous vibrations, "The body structure can actually be like this." "Isn't it strange that you say that?" she habitually shrugged her shoulders, and with one hand in her hands, she grabbed the prairie fox and used it as a stuffed animal, "It's a matter of course." ”

"Darwin said, there is already a blood pump that is enough to run the blood of the whole body, what is the use of having another one?"

"Okay, I can understand it. Looking down in thought, Cecilia was a little puzzled, "Who is Darwin?"

“。。。 My bad. Albert tapped his finger on the little guy's forehead, "But speaking of which, this is a monster, isn't it? "What?" "It's nothing, it's just a little emotional, I'm really no one like this, I've crossed over, done exercises, and I've been enthusiastic a few times in total, and I've had a fight with a monster, and I've been beaten on the ground, it's almost like a salted fish." "What, what did you think about?"

"Nope. He spoke firmly, grabbed the prairie fox, threw it to the ground, and watched it quickly disappear into the depths of the grass, "If I could, I would like to keep doing this." ”