No one knows how many stones there are in the rocks of the Middle Boundary Mountain.

A line of dust had been in retreat here for many years, and he had mastered all the changes in the Stonehenge, but he was so focused on preaching that he never cared about it.

"Based on the nature of this array, the topography and the area of the area, it is not difficult to deduce that the number of boulders is at least 1,700 or more. ”

A line of dust said: "Is this little doll still unable to lift it all?"

Feng Xiaohan is just a teenager, and he is a very young teenager, and he can be said to be a child at the age of twelve.

His appearance was not much different from that of his peers, and he was even slightly thin.

It is already a very incredible thing that such a person is born with divine power, but even so, how long can he support it in the Middle Boundary Mountain?

Holding the yuan and keeping one, you need to be single-minded.

How can he exert his divine power like this to keep his mind firmly and keep his Dao heart from being invaded by external evils?

So a line of dust doesn't think he can last long.

Meng'er thinks so, too.

After many days of walking, she got to know him better.

Feng Xiaohan is of course a rare genius today, and he can be compared with the young people who have been famous for a long time.

But the boulders are a forest, Feng Xiaohan is so thin, no matter how strong his vitality is, no matter how firm his will is, he can't lift all the boulders while guarding the Dao heart.

"I read a book in the library that tells the story of a stupid old man and two mountains. ”

Feng Xiaohan seemed to see what she was thinking, put down the boulder in his hand, and said calmly: "Those two mountains sandwich the village, and the only way to go outside is through a narrow mountain stream that only allows one person to pass, or go over the mountain, which seriously affects the communication and development between the village and the outside world, so it is very poor." ”

Meng'er asked, "And then." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "In order to find a way out for the village, the old man bulldozed these two mountains. ”

Meng'er said fascinatedly: "Then he must be an extremely strong cultivator to have such magical powers." ”

Feng Xiaohan shook his head and said, "No, he's just an ordinary old man in the countryside. ”

Meng'er was stunned for a moment and said, "Ordinary people can shake the mountain? ”

Feng Xiaohan lifted another stone and said calmly: "Because he said a word, the people in the village began to help him, and it took countless years to get it done." ”

Meng'er asked, "What are you talking about?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "Although the old man is dead, the children and grandchildren are still there, and the children and grandchildren are infinitely scarce." ”

As long as there are enough people who work hard and work hard enough, even mountains can be bulldozed.

This simple sentence contains such infinite power and strong will.

Meng'er was moved, looked at the stone forest again, and suddenly felt that this was not a big problem.

As soon as Feng Xiaohan's hand loosened, the boulder fell, making a dull sound, as if it was some kind of announcement.

Meng'er was silent for a while and then said, "Why do you do so much foreshadowing for things that can be solved in one sentence?"

"If I don't tell this story clearly, you'll think I'm whimsical, and you'll continue to look at me like that. ”

Feng Xiaohan rolled his eyes and said, "No one will be comfortable being stared at like that." ”

Meng'er also rolled her eyes and pouted and ignored him.

This story is not actually for her, but for the master who is hiding.

Ever since they came here, the ethereal but real consciousness in the sky has not disappeared.

This shows that the other person is looking at themselves all the time.

Therefore, Wan Yetian wanted to tell that person: I will hold on until I find you—I will rest when I am exhausted, and if my Dao heart is unstable, I can leave the confines of the Middle Boundary Mountain and close my eyes and meditate.

But

I will definitely be back.

......

......

I didn't hear the words in the dark under the lamp, but under the perception of my divine sense, I also knew what the other party said, and it didn't make much difference.

He, like Meng'er, fell silent.

Looking at the beautiful little flower under Mars, the silver petals reflected a brilliant brilliance, illuminating the wrinkles on his face, and the traces of time were more obvious in the dim light, and he looked a little old.

A glimmer of dust can't see his face, but he can feel the faint emptiness in the deepest part of his body.

It is the trace left by the vigorous vitality called "youth" when it leaves the body.

Being young is righteousness, but a glimmer of dust has used it in practice.

He has the realm of Lingxiao Realm, he has no deeds in his life, not even the slightest brilliance, maybe he has been the object of competition among various sects for a while, but now only a few people remember him.

To the Chengtian Continent, he does not exist.

How different is this from death,

What's the point of perseverance in this life?

Sparks splashed again in the silver flowers, and the faint points of light left clear and mysterious traces in the darkness, but they soon disappeared.

A glimmer of dust realized some taste of life and death from it, and his heart rose with a wave.

Soon, his gaze became profound again, like a starry sky.

"All my life I have been enlightening and exploring the true meaning of the Dao, and I have persevered for many years, no different from that stupid old man. This sect has been passed down in a single lineage, but the disciples of all generations have made great contributions to the cultivation world. ”

Two faint spots of light appeared in the darkness, and those were his eyes, because there was fire burning in the star space!

The Tang Taoist Dictionary was compiled by many masters who summarized the exercises of various sects. But only a few people, including Yuanzong, knew that the general outline of these fifteen Taoist scriptures was written by a hermit master, and that night, he suddenly appeared and claimed to contribute to this Taoist collection, and then it took only three days to read all the exercises, and after writing the general outline, he died in Kyoto City.

He never mentioned his name and origin, as if he appeared out of thin air, and Yuanzong didn't even know what words to mention on the tombstone when he buried him.

No one in the world has ever heard of Yizimen, and naturally no one will know the name Yiniankong.

But a glimmer of dust knows.

Because it was his master, he passed on his exercises and left this flower behind, and then disappeared into the vast world and went to retreat elsewhere.

There are only three door rules for a word door,

First, ask for life.

Second, a single line.

Third, before passing away, he left a sense of life, but he could not sign his name, and he could change his name.

There is no way to verify the origin of this door, but Yi Nian Kong has indeed done it, and I believe that the sages of the past generations of this door have also done it.

A warm blood rose in the heart of a line of dust, and he said in his heart: "I will be called the pioneer of the history of human cultivation, my perception will be integrated with the cultivators of the world, and after I die, I will not ascend to heaven but return to the Great Dao!"

"Chaowen said, you can die at night. It is a great honor to dedicate this life to the avenue. This is the meaning of my efforts, and the feeling I left behind are the two mountains that I removed for the world!"

A line of dust is the Taoist name of the one-word door.

He remembered that his surname was Yu before he apprenticed, and he was born in a famous family with a noble status.

At that time, the people around him often called him, Yu Gongzi.