The latest free chapters of the book can be found here. The trees are green, the grass grows, the warblers fly, the whole village is filled with a scene of tranquility and harmony, the smoke curls up, it is like a paradise, it has become a pure land in people's hearts, although Mo Li knows that he is an illusion, it is very likely that he will wake up and have no memories of the past, because he knows that this time he came to this magical world to comprehend the runes of the soldier's spirit technique, but this is all living beings, where to start the runes, even after asking the old man in Mai, the result is shaking his head and not knowing, which makes Mo Li a little puzzled. What form will those mysterious runes take until he came to this villageUntil I saw the rope buckle made by the old man in Mai, it actually contained an indescribable aura, which made Mo Li unable to calm down.

Even if he held the rope every day, he couldn't feel the breath of his dreams.

He wasn't in a hurry, he also felt this strange village, there weren't many villagers, everyone was talking and laughing, full of happiness, I don't know why, this feeling was what Moli longed for in his heart.

So, every morning, Mo Li would always carry a rope on his shoulder, and a pot of bitter wine on his back, and rush to a cliff in the mountain behind the village with a hoe.

Then, he would take out the rope and tie the knot with a wrench, and he wanted to imitate the old man in Mai, but he couldn't succeed anyway, as if he owed something.

Mo Li's heart still hasn't given up, and I must not give up, otherwise this battle will be over before it really begins.

Millennial Time ...... Mo kept muttering from the corners of his mouth, his hands gradually lowered, his eyes kept looking at the scenery of the mountain village, and his troubled heart became calm unconsciously.

Until the sun set, he still sat in that place and did not move, the warm sun poured on his cheeks, and the faint wrinkles reflected how many vicissitudes of life.

The years are unforgiving, and the former childhood friends are now long gone, leaving only the memory buried in the heart.

Mo Li's face was full of melancholy, and he returned to the hut with his hoe on his shoulder.

Mo Li approached again, and once again watched the movements of the old man in Mai attentively.

At a certain moment, Mo Li grabbed the hemp rope next to him again, and watched the movements of the old man in Mai knotting it.

Wrong, wrong, your knot is wrong, you are wrong...... The old man in Mai grabbed Mo Li's hemp rope and said sternly.

There's nothing wrong with it.It's all knotted according to your steps.How could it be wrong.Mo Li asked with a puzzled face.

He couldn't tie a knot, even if he had done the right thing.

You don't understand the trajectory of my life, you can't understand my experience, I don't tie knots, but life, but ...... The old man said to himself, his voice was very soft and slow.

But this is almost a sentence, but it makes Mo Xuan's mind tremble, and his eyes are more and more refined, as if he has inadvertently opened a new door for him.

He couldn't help but think of the master and the senior brothers in the life-killing peak.Their life trajectory Mo Li didn't fully understand.Master Zun Tianchenzi is crazy, but it is fickle;The senior brother's frenzied battle is mainly fighting.Entering the main battle road.Regarded as obsession;The second senior brother flower monk likes to tinker with flowers and plants.Regarded as hateful.The third senior brother loves to dream.Finding it in a dream is thousands of degrees.Regarded as love.

The trajectory of their lives is different, even their perceptions are different, so the paths they take are also different, and no one else can know or understand them except themselves, let alone copy them.

This is a trajectory, an irreproducible trajectory, so there are so many sentient beings.

Every knot is a point, if you think it's life, every point is a trajectory.

Everybody has his own experience, and he also has the rationality of his existence. I tie the knot, that is weaving my own life, condensing my own avenue, you don't understand.

I don't know it, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, the old man in Mai keeps talking to himself, and he buries his head in tinkering with his hemp rope.

The ink stared at the old man in Mai in a daze, and then looked at the endless sky.

Every day is a dot.Every dot can become a knot.How do I tie my own knot.Inkblot mutters.His eyes look a little misty.Looking at those knots again.As if he saw the bumpy life of the old man in Mai.Smiling with tears.Bitter and sweet and sour.

Mo Li seemed to wake up from a dream at this moment, and the knots he saw now vaguely seemed to have become jumping runes, which seemed so real and could be touched to the touch.

Mo Li picked up the hemp rope again, and this time it seemed that it was not a simple rope, but a rope of destiny that connected the life of every monk.

My life is different from others, because I am in the first ancestral land, barren and scarce, I can't practice when I was young, I don't have the talent of my peers, I don't have every family to back me up, I just rely on my own strength.

My home is in the Ancient Tribe.Not in the Great Xia Dynasty.Now I'm practicing all the way.Bumpy and bumpy.Walking against the odds.My will, my primordial god, my ** are all like this.Mo is close to talking to himself from the corner of his mouth.His surroundings have become extremely quiet.It seems that he is the only one left in this world.A person who speaks alone.His hands are still tinkering.The hemp rope on his hand is even more strange and imperceptible.

From afar, the hemp rope is long gone, replaced by a white silk thread, which is the rope of fate, which is weaving its own past.

But when I looked at it again, the hemp rope was still there, but there was a faint breath lingering.

Almost at the moment when Mo Li was a little enlightened, the twenty water chestnut stars, the stars where Mo Li was suddenly burst into the sky, and the entire water chestnut stars were as dazzling as the flames of the sun.

The brilliance is all over the sky, as if the gods have descended, the light is shining in the nine heavens, and the nine shadows are passed down. Even if it is a unicorn beast, it can't help but show surprise at this moment.

Will it really appear? The corners of the unicorn beast's mouth murmured, and its body became more and more illusory, until it completely melted into the void......