Pandaria Continent.

Cao Fei, a descendant of the Cao Clan's Mogu royal family, who was trained as a warrior monk at the Shadow Trace Temple, was devastated because he found that his dream of recovering the country was far away, or even hopeless.

His friends did not understand and often dissuaded him.

"Cao Fei, don't be so naïve, accept the reality with peace of mind, and just be an ordinary ordinary person. ”

"Cao Fei, ideals and reality must be clearly distinguished, you can't just stop eating and living for the sake of ideals!"

"Cao Fei, you don't have that ability, don't continue to work towards that unrealistic goal, join us after you finish your studies, and go to the Great Wall to fight with His Majesty Shaohao." ”

Whenever Cao Fei heard the kind persuasion of his friends, he always smiled and listened to them quietly.

But Cao Fei didn't want to give up.

Yes, although I also understand that the times are different now, and the chances of restoring the ideals of the Cao dynasty again are very slim.

But I just have this belief, and I don't want to give it up.

But reality has dealt Cao Fei fierce blows again and again, just like a hateful bully, trying to destroy Cao Fei's only ideals.

Even the white tiger told him: Give up as soon as possible, you are not such a person, and your thoughts and vision are not suitable to be an emperor.

Time flies, Cao Fei is still training hard, and he is still sticking to his ideals.

He always thinks that his current training is to lay the foundation and accumulate experience and strength for himself to go out of the Shadow Temple in the future and realize his ideals.

The friends around him still told him over and over again, as before: give up, it's impossible.

One season after another is reincarnated, Cao Fei has grown a face full of scum, and wrinkles have appeared in the corners of Cao Fei's eyes, Cao Fei feels that he has understood and understood a lot.

But Cao Fei was still unwilling to give up his ideal of restoring the country.

Life at the temple is hard and stressful, with only the occasional day or two off for the monks to relax.

Cao Fei sat on an ox cart and went to the Seven Stars Hall in the Splendid Valley area, where he decided to enjoy his rare vacation.

The Seven Star Hall is extremely prosperous and lively, Cao Fei looked at the panda people coming and going on the street, they always seemed to have endless things to do.

The weather in Fairview Valley has been bad recently, and it has been raining continuously. And now, when the raindrops fell on Cao Fei's face, he realized that he had been standing here in a daze for a long time.

Cao Fei walked quickly towards the interior of the Seven Stars Palace, but he suddenly stopped, looked at the ground in a daze, and didn't say a word for a long time, letting the heavy rain pour on his body.

It was a pool of rainwater.

Cao Fei suddenly felt two lines of hot tears flowing down his face.

In the reflection of the waterhole, is his own face.

The stubble is conspicuous, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are clearly visible.

Myself... What other ideals are you talking about?

MY IDEAL ... Abandoned yourself a long time ago, right?

But it doesn't seem to be, the ideal is still supporting its own flesh and blood that has gradually become numb, and supporting everyone's numb flesh and blood.

Yes, in this life, maybe you will really be so useless, do nothing, and finally succumb to reality, become an ordinary warrior monk, and run around for survival, right?

Another era is changing, and I ... is no longer the unapologetic youth of the past.

Youth is abandoned by time.

Myself... In the blink of an eye, he has reached the age of becoming a father.

And ideally, how old are you?

Cao Fei silently left the Seven Star Hall without looking back.

He was going back to the Shadow Trace Temple and leaving the White Tiger.

Cao Fei decided to stop the cultivation of the warrior monk, he wanted to step into this vast world, and he wanted to give up everything now.

He's going to go on a rampage.

It can't go on like this.

Year after year, I sat in front of the gate of the Shadow Temple, and found nothing.

Did you really get something there?

Probably not.

And those panda people who are just like themselves, come and go, do they really understand what they really want, what they really desire?

Probably not.

And the white tiger, he is high, his vision is different from his own, he already has a very high starting point, he will not understand his own small ideal for him.

He thinks he is naïve, unrealistic, childish and fantasical.

As for their panda friends, they think that they have detached themselves from real life and are no longer realistic.

And the ideal, it always tempts the young beings.

And themselves. It's no longer young.

But the ideal is always young, and it makes itself stubbornly rebel against fate.

It made itself pale and numb, but still believed that it would one day have a chance to make it happen.

Maybe he won't be able to succeed in his life, maybe he is such an ordinary Mogu clan who does nothing in his life.

But you have to try it yourself...

You have to give it a try, even if it's just a try, right?

Although he is no longer young, at least he is not old.

This is just an ordinary, boring little thing about an ordinary Mogu person on the continent of Pandaria.

A little thing about ideals, about beliefs.

A story about whether ordinary people dare to take the first and most crucial step.

He may have been abandoned by time, forgotten by history.

Perhaps countless big people and big events have covered up these stories about small people.

Maybe there was a battle of Angela going on outside that shocked the whole world, and maybe there was an invincible supreme titan god beating another ancient god who was as high as the sky to Cao Fei.

But what does this have to do with Cao Fei?

Or is it not important that Cao Fei does not exist because of this?

He has his own supreme enemy, and he has his own perseverance that is full of difficulties.

In this regard, he is actually no different from the Titan.

But he was just an insignificant little man, a little man with his own great ideals.

But is he really not that important?

At least Cao Fei didn't think that he was walking step by step on the vast land of Kunlai Mountain against the snow.

Youth has been abandoned by time, and it is the age of being a father.

I don't have the eternal life of a god, but I still want to reach the height of a god or an emperor.

It's not a conflict, is it?

Although his ideals have left him far behind, Cao Fei just doesn't insist on chasing them?

The ideal is always thanked and opened, giving Cao Fei countless hopes and surprises.

Again and again pushed him into the cruel reality of life.

But Cao Fei knew that he was not those numb flesh and blood, and he could continue to persevere.

Then keep going.

What can fate do with itself?

The land is full of busy people.

Crowded and wasted time, neglected.

It's about being a little naïve, a little naïve, and a little insistent.

An ordinary demon of the ancient clan named Cao Fei.

An ordinary boring story.