The grasslands are not only endless plains, but also forests, mountains, caves, and many hidden places.

But the most famous is that the grassland is located in the center, the place called the Middle Boundary Mountain, where there is no grass in a radius of ten miles, but a dead land.

This is unimaginable in the grasslands full of life, and it is still impossible to explain it.

There is a boulder in the most hidden place on the mountain,

Behind the boulder is a cave,

There is a flower in the house,

The stems are slender and straight, the leaves are thin and stiff, and the wind blows the silver-white petals through the cracks of the boulders, bringing a faint fragrance.

There is an old man sitting in front of the flowers,

He is called a line of dust.

The cyan robe was a little white, and his clear face was full of wrinkles, as if he had gone through vicissitudes, but his eyes were very bright, staring at the flower tightly, with a focused expression.

The sparks that burst from between the petals of the flowers were the only source of light, and they looked a little disillusioned.

Many people have heard of him, but not those of the younger generation.

For most people, a glimmer of dust is just a name.

Because he has been in retreat since the beginning of his monasticism, he rarely goes out.

Many years ago, he broke through the realm and entered the sky, and he was in a very good mood, and after leaving the customs, he shouted at the top of the mountain, shaking away the flowing clouds outside the sky.

Many forces tried to win him over, but they were all refused, because there were too many people who came to visit, so he didn't like it, so he simply moved away and came here to continue his retreat, wanting to break through the realm and enter the holy realm.

The Sword Saint had come to visit, but was turned away by the boulder.

Cultivation requires resources, such as spar elixirs, etc.

So he occasionally goes out to look for it, relying on the magical Dao techniques inherited from his master, he can find what he needs every time.

A few years ago,

An elf-quirky little girl came here, she gave him a piece of candy, and he taught her a way.

This is one of the few experiences he has had with people,

A line of dust knew that there was a young man from the Central Plains who came to seek a way to survive, because not long ago, an immortal crane fell outside the cave mansion and came to a letter, which also had the authentic Changming mark on it.

He knew who the letter was.

Except for the Sword Saint and the little girl with different pupils, only the old thing from the Changming Sect knew that he was here.

The crane was holding a small box in his mouth, and there was a pill in it.

It's a thank you gift.

The gift was accepted, but whether he could help or not depends on his mood.

At this moment, his mood is tied to this small silver flower, as if the avenue of heaven and earth is all here.

What he didn't know was that he came with Feng Xiaohan, as well as the little girl back then, if he knew in advance, he might have to move again......

People in the world, even the sword saint can't do anything about him,

Except for this little girl.

At that time, I am afraid that this beard, which has grown back with great difficulty, will suffer again.

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Wan Yetian and Liu Panpan had a conversation outside Tiehuai City: Some people have been hiding in the cave since they were born and practicing in it until they died.

Liu Panpan said that there is no difference between this kind of person and death.

Feng Xiaohan also thought so, especially after Meng'er finished talking about that person's deeds.

I don't know the food and clothing in the world, I don't know the red dust,

You can't travel thousands of miles, and you can't see the mountains and seas.

Such a life has no meaning, no different from never living it.

To be born is to live,

And to live is to live, well, and the cultivation of the valley and the boring practice cannot satisfy this.

Therefore, Feng Xiaohan admires his Dao heart and tenacious will, but he can't agree with such a way of life.

Meng'er patted the lotus flower on her waist and said, "This magical method was learned from him, and I don't know if it was created by myself or inherited by the teacher." ”

The lotus accessories are fragrant and elegant, not grassland style, and should come from the Central Plains.

The trip to January is a long way, but the lotus is still flawless, and the perfect thing makes people feel a little fake.

A few days ago, I encountered a pack of wolves and bit their horses.

Feng Xiaohan noticed that when Meng'er killed the wolf with a knife, the lotus flower was not on her waist.

When it is over, the knife disappears and the lotus flower reappears.

What is so magical?

Meng'er blinked and said with a smile, "Do you want to learn?"

Feng Xiaohan said, "What price?"

Meng'er said: "I haven't thought about it, or I owe it first and wait for me to think about it before I ask you." ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I think it's very convenient to carry the sword on my back, and no matter how bad it is, I will put it in the God of Wealth bag." ”

Meng'er pouted and said, "You're so boring, you don't want to take advantage of it at all?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "My friend said that when you go out, the less you owe favors, the better, even if you owe it, you must pay it back as soon as possible, otherwise it may be more troublesome in the future." ”

Meng'er asked, "Is that friend of the Lu family of yours again?"

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "This time it's a friend who is often sick. ”

He's talking about sick seedlings.

It has been more than two months since he came down the mountain, and his injury should have healed, and I don't know if there is a way to solve the meridians of the white fat man's arm.

Meng'er looked at him and asked, "You are very popular." ”

Feng Xiaohan was stunned for a moment and said, "It's okay, it's not much." ”

He doesn't have many friends, Bai Da Fat, Lu Yingfeng, Sick Seedling, He Xirou, Li Xiaofan is barely half. Bai Xue didn't know if it counted, after coming out of the ruins, she went to see Feng Xiaohan a few times, more likely out of gratitude.

He often mentions it because Yamashita has taught them all the experience, and sometimes he doesn't know why, but there is always no problem in following it.

Meng'er said, "Now, you have one more." ”

Feng Xiaohan understood what she meant, and the two walked together for a long time, discussing the Tao and admiring each other.

There is always a lot of common language among geniuses, because very few of their peers understand them, which is also a kind of helplessness.

The two of them can't be regarded as confidants, because Meng'er cultivates the knife, and Feng Xiaohan cultivates.

They have similar minds, but their ambitions are slightly different, but that doesn't stop the two from becoming friends.

Feng Xiaohan said: "But this friend wants to take advantage of me. ”

Meng'er's smile froze, and then she pouted and said, "Don't care about these details. ”

"Details are everything. ”

"Where do you make so many senses?"

"It's in the book. ”

"It's boring, it's no different from those pedantic scholars. ”

Meng'er said, "Don't be like them. ”

When she said this, her expression was a little unnatural, as if she thought of something unpleasant.

Feng Xiaohan asked: "Reading is to do learning, and lifting a pen can calm the world, what's wrong?"

Meng'er made a straight face and said, "It's just not good, Sister Meng, a scholar or something, hates it the most." ”

Feng Xiaohan felt a little unreasonable, but it was not easy to ask, so he did not speak.

The horse's hooves fall into the snow with a dull sound, leaving a trail of footprints.

Meng'er suddenly said, "Although I don't know what you're going to do, if you're done, can you do me a favor?"

Feng Xiaohan thought that this should be the source of the conversation just now, and asked, "What are you busy with?"

"Come to live with me in the alliance for a month. ”