He perceived that he had become a seed, tender but tenacious.

It continuously absorbs water and nutrients from the soil, and slowly grows, grows larger and longer.

But the ground is so hard, and it is so soft, no matter how hard you try, you can't break through the dirt and see the sun.

As a result, he further absorbs water and nutrients, grows further, and accumulates further.

"Bang!"

Finally, after repeated attempts, he succeeded, broke through the ground, and became a small shoot.

Although the underground is damp and dark, and the soil is hard, there are more risks on the ground and the environment is even harsher.

Suddenly there was a violent storm, and suddenly there was rain, snow and hail, which blew this little bud to sway, and hit it all over the body.

But the little shoots are very strong, and they do not succumb to the harsh environment, and they are strong and born to the sun while trying to take root downward.

He regards all adversity as a stepping stone to his own growth and a ladder for himself to climb upward.

With a great desire to live, he worked hard to grow.

Finally, his roots were deep, deep, and his branches grew very tough and tough.

After the branches were grown, some thin branches began to emit from his body, and some tender buds began to emerge.

New life is always so fragile, in the face of a new round of storms, in the face of more severe weather, these branches keep breaking, these shoots keep scattering, and the whole branch is covered with scaly wounds.

But the roots of this little tree have become deeper, his branches have become more tenacious, and he is no longer blindly fighting these natural disasters, but has begun to adapt to it, to try to survive and grow in the midst of these pains.

Finally, after all the hardships, the small tree grew into a big tree, and also adapted to all the harsh environments, and everything outside was no longer an obstacle in his growth path.

However, he still can't resist one thing, which is called time.

With the passage of time, with the change of day and night, the body begins to change again, and the leaves continue to grow, wither, and fall off.

The cycle repeats itself, with no end.

He gradually discovers that he is trapped in a prison called time, at the mercy of it, but there is nothing he can do.

So, he began to think about how to get rid of all this, how to make himself the same forever.

Slowly, he discovered that some things were destined to be unchangeable, and he gradually understood a truth.

In fact, it is not important whether the external changes or changes are not important, and there is no need to pay too much attention to those external factors.

The most important point is to keep your original intention.

As long as you don't change your original intention, what does it matter if you change externally and don't change?

That's the difference between a wise person and a wise person.

Smart people do addition all the time and know what they want to do.

Wise people are always doing subtraction and know what they should give up.

After understanding this, the tree has wisdom and light in its mind.

He is no longer just a stupid plant, but an intelligent being who knows how to face the world and how to control it.

Let you blow the wind and rain, I will not move.

"It's done!"

Qin Hao let out a low roar, suddenly opened his eyes, and found that he had arrived at the door of the cave.

He jumped off the bottle and walked towards the cave.

In the process of walking, he can clearly feel that his body has undergone great changes.

After this time, from birth to germination, to the growth of trees, and then to the process of wisdom.

You find that every cell, every meridian, and every piece of skin in your body has undergone tremendous changes, as if you have come back to life.

At this time, he also understood a problem, the original head of the Pan family should have only comprehended the most superficial layer of wood cultivation.

It is simply to form itself into a plant, and use the characteristics of the plant as its own means of attack.

As everyone knows, this is a great waste of wood farming, or a kind of waste.

The true meaning of wood cultivation is to complete the transformation of oneself and then continue to stand in the world in human form.

You can borrow the wisdom of survival from other species, but you must not lose your roots.

Once you lose your roots, you lose your greatest advantage.

If the head of the Pan family could understand this, then his chances of winning would be great.

It's a pity that his understanding is not enough, and it is too wasteful to use the wood raising technique on him.

After thinking about all this, Qin Hao had unconsciously come to the deepest part of the cave.

He searched the area intently, and found that it was indeed empty.

There was nothing but the surrounding dirt and rocks.

On the walls of the cave, there are only some natural lines formed by the stones, and there are no runes with special meanings, or handwriting and patterns.

However, he could clearly feel that the aura emanating from this cave seemed to come from the same source as the black alchemy furnace.

So, he took out the alchemy furnace again to observe.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the alchemy furnace buzzed, as if it had been called by something.

What surprised him even more was that he found that his body was also buzzing, echoing the alchemy furnace in some way.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, something even weirder happened.

He found that the acupuncture points on his body, as well as his mouth and nose, were rapidly surging towards the alchemy furnace in his hand, and it was greedily absorbing it.

"Click!"

The alchemy furnace made a sound like the sound of bones growing.

Subsequently, the alchemy furnace slowly grew and stretched until it was as tall as Qin Hao before it stopped.

If you look closely, the whole structure looks a bit like a person.

Two hands are raised high, three feet stand firmly, there is a head in the middle, and a round belly.

Qin Hao observed carefully and found that this alchemy furnace was already filled with gas from his body.

"Why do you always feel that this alchemy furnace is my other body?" Qin Hao was a little surprised, "Or maybe it's me, the extension of my body." ”

Thinking of this, Qin Hao couldn't help but start revolving around this alchemy furnace, feeling more and more that his body had some kind of mysterious connection with this alchemy furnace.

After he circled around the alchemy furnace for seventy-seven and forty-nine turns, he suddenly stopped, as if he had thought of something, and couldn't help but have his eyes shining: "Could it be ......?"

He couldn't restrain his excitement, and immediately took out a piece of red ore from the small cloth bag and threw it in the alchemy furnace.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the alchemy furnace.

Three seconds later, the trace of excitement in Qin Hao's eyes became more and more intense, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile, and he couldn't help but say:

"Hahaha, sure enough, God help me!"