Haizhou.

The reconstruction project of Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave has finally reached the final stage.

Most of the requisitioned men and the soldiers who supervised the scene had returned, leaving only a dozen or so people to do the final cleaning and chores. And the repair of the East China Sea Haiphong camp is also almost complete.

It's almost time, and there is a faint light at the post station under Huaguo Mountain, swaying slightly, through some gaps in doors and windows.

Li Yunsheng was standing alone in his backyard, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the starry sky.

The day before yesterday, I returned home and saw my uncle.

My uncle's illness seems to be almost cured, and I think I will take myself back to the camp in the next few days.

"Do you want to tell your uncle about the strange things in the mountains behind the Jade Emperor Palace in Dongshan?" Li Yunsheng muttered silently to himself in his heart.

After a long time, Li Yunsheng turned around and walked towards his room, as if he didn't notice that somewhere under the eaves, a woman had been looking at his figure for a long time.

…………

In the Jade Emperor Palace in Dongshan, Haicheng, in a side room, Ao Bing was sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed, but the room without candles was quietly flashing with a long silver brilliance.

And Wuhua had already fallen asleep in her room.

Nameless lay quietly on the bed in his room with his eyes open, frowning slightly, thinking about what Ao Bing said during the day.

Ao Bing was about to leave and return to the East China Sea, he wanted to find a teleportation array left over from ancient times, and wanted to leave this world and go to Heaven.

Where is Heavenly Court?

Where is the world that I often dream of? Who is the palace woman in the dream? Is Master really gone? Why does He Weicheng have a certain aura that he feels familiar with inexplicably?

In fact, many questions have been haunting Nameless's heart since they left the East China Sea, and they are incomprehensible.

It's also time to leave, and I am a passerby in Haizhou City. It's just that the world is so big, where should I go in the future? It seems that you have to think about it, think about it.

Nameless closed his eyes and rolled over to sleep.

(It's been a long time since I coded.)

For all kinds of reasons, mundane things are riddled with mundane things.

There is also a serious lack of inspiration.

Maybe it's a lack of motivation to move forward, right?!

What's the hardest thing in the world to sell?

In this world today, perhaps the most difficult thing to sell is words, at least for me at the moment. I don't know how long this "now" will be for me; Maybe it's as long as a lifetime.

Let's just think of this section as an overrun. I hope this inspires me a little.

Actually, I still want to code words when I have time.

Pity!

For most of the year, I didn't have "spirit" when I was free, but I didn't have time when I had "spirit".

Stuck in an endless loop.

Writing in codewords is not only time-consuming, but also really drains the "spirit". So I admire a guy called "Captain Bu Yiting", who has written more than 1.4 million words in just over a year. This word count may not be a big deal for some gods, but this guy is also a newcomer after all, although he is now at a level of LV3 - it's not easy or easy. The unremitting cloth is really good.

Terrible persistence.

Respectable persistence.

Ordinary people can't do it, so I can't. Ashamed!

This guy is not an ordinary person anyway (envy, jealousy, hatred, admiration...... ）。

If this continues, this guy will definitely become an existence that I look up to one day.

Looking forward to that day and witnessing the moment of miracles.

Refueling ↖ (^ω^) ↗ Refueling ↖ (^ω^). ↗

One day, "Buyi Tingwei" will become a "prince and general". ）