Compared to the scorching vigor of fire, wood is fragile and cold. When the flame beats, it can bring people a paradoxical feeling of safety and danger, but what about wood? Towering trees can also be cut down by humans and made into dining tables, large beds, soft white paper, and disposable wooden chopsticks.

Flame humans can't fully grasp it, so they use it and are full of fear. And what about the big trees? The big tree will not resist, so it can only use the grass and trees, and there is no fear.

Lin Luoran's thinking diverged, thinking of the wonderful spiritual grass, thinking of various Chinese herbal medicines, including poisonous ones that can save people, nature is really a wonderful creator.

Compared to the agility and gentleness of water, wood is rigid and stiff. Floods can also take the lives of most animals, including humans, but water is essential for food and water. Gentle water, which is also useful to human beings, but always awakens them, is not cowardly and easy to deceive.

But what about wood?

Is it really easy to bully?

Lin Luoran couldn't help but think of the water hyacinth, commonly known as "water hyacinth", this aquatic plant native to the Amazon River basin in South America, will bloom purple beautiful flowers in summer, although it has the effect of purifying the water and serving as pig feed, but because of its terrifying reproductive ability, it can occupy the water area in a short time, block the waterway, and rob plankton and fish of the sunlight and oxygen, illuminating the fault of the biological chain...... It's not the water hyacinth's fault, it's just trying to live.

It wants to grow, so it can tolerate humans to put it in heavily polluted waters, pesticide residues and heavy metal pollution are absorbed into its body, and in summer, it still blooms purple beautiful flower bunches, who can find that the green water hyacinth floating all over the lake, in a purple dazzling bunch of flowers, its body is full of toxins?

Why do you want to live so tenaciously? To live!

The essence of wood is vitality and tolerance——

When the green grass is eaten by the animals, the seeds are sent into their stomachs, and then excreted with the dung, and under the rain of the next year, they will break through the soil again, and take root and sprout again on this side of the land in the form of wildfire, and reincarnate the life path of the ancestors.

Berries and plants that are pecked by birds and birds can even stick their seeds to their feathers, hide in the dirt carried by their paws, and fly over lakes and mountains to spread their species to distant places.

Some of these seeds, if they are lucky, fall on the watery plains, and they do not necessarily grow smoothly. Perhaps as soon as it broke through the ground, it was trampled by humans and chewed by cattle and sheep. But there are still some that slip through the net, and they will grow into mature bodies and continue to reproduce the next generation.

What about the seeds that fall into the water, into the desert?

It was soaked in the water until it sprouted, unable to grasp the soil, and only died alone in the drift of the water, feigning that it was this process from generation to generation that evolved into a semi-aquatic plant.

In the desert, scorched by the sun, in search of a little water, the roots are deeply rooted under the dunes, absorbing the hard-won water, and the leaves evolve to the size of only the tip of a needle, reducing evaporation...... For example, cacti.

How much did these fragile plants and trees pay to survive?

These thoughts flashed through Lin Luoran's mind one by one, and she felt that she was floating in the water with the seeds of grass, struggling in the desert, and experiencing different lives.

A small grass, it can be very lowly, it can also be great.

For humans, one foot can be trampled, and for an existence like ants, grass is also a towering tree.

Lin Luoran's divine sense was attached to a small grass in the valley, and as time passed, she gradually forgot her identity, as if she was born as a grass.

In the days when the grass is in the grass, most of the time it is a good mood. She stretches out in the wind, communicates with the wildflowers, and looks down at the insects and ants crawling under the roots. When it rains, the leaves will be washed by the rain, and the sweet snowy water vapor makes her feel that the pores of her body are stretched.

There are also times when it has not rained for a long time, and the valley is so hot that the baking people want to sleep.

Suddenly, one day, a black hoof stepped on her, and Lin Luoran was terrified, but because the root system was firmly rooted in the soil, she couldn't dodge it.

At this moment, she forgot that she was actually a monk on the verge of dying up, and she should not be afraid of such a sudden horse's hooves.

Incompetent to dodge, she was stepped on, and the leaves on her body were broken in two, and she couldn't straighten her waist. Lin Luoran even complained about God's injustice for a moment, why did she have such a weak existence, without any self-preservation, she could only passively suffer damage......

Lin Luoran's body was in the cave, sitting in the stone trough.

The tumbling transparent viscous warm liquid, and the snow water constantly dripping from the top of her head, made her body, like the original "green light cup", accept the polishing.

In such an environment, it is possible to grow the green light of the wood system, and in such an environment, it is naturally easier to find the origin of the wood system.

In such an environment, the nebula in her body continued to absorb the wood-based spiritual energy gathered by the special topography of the valley, and the spiritual power became more viscous.

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Unknowingly, four months have passed, and Lin Luoran is still frequently out of the cave at the beginning, Ze Yitong does not feel lonely.

But this time, Ajia hasn't come out for a month.

As the spell failed and the ice in the cellar gradually melted, Ze Yitong looked at the meat, very worried that it would be wasted because of the spoilage. The little girl thought of a way, tied the meat that Lin Luoran hunted for her as reserve food with a leather rope, put it on Bai Yun's back, and begged it to be brought back to Dunzhu.

After Baiyun became a "messenger", the days of being a heavenly horse were gone, and it was destined to carry dozens of catties of meat, and when the sky was dark, it was placed in front of Zeyi's yurt.

Ze Yitong regretted that there was no bag, otherwise she could let Grandma and Mo La taste this rice noodles, the crystal chewy rice, and the white flour, which made her love it...... Ze Yitong wept as he stuffed grapes into his mouth.

There are a lot of animals here to play with her, there are white clouds willing to carry her to see the vast snow-capped mountains, there are endless delicacies, and the warm climate is like spring all year round, but Ze Yitong is still homesick.

I miss the butter tea made by Mora, and I miss the rusty craftsmanship of Dunzhu when she tied her braids.

After sending the letter so many times, Bai Yun has never been caught, so it shouldn't matter if you go back and see for yourself, right?

After a few days, Lin Luoran still didn't get out of the customs, and Ze Yitong finally couldn't resist the temptation in his heart and quietly rode the white clouds back home.

Baiyun ran really fast, when Ze Yitong arrived at the yurt, the sky was not yet bright, because it was a familiar little master's breath, her dog did not bark, and the cattle and sheep did not move. She walked in lightly, and by the moonlight, she could see the sleeping faces of Dunzhu and Mora.

In just four months, Mo La is like ten years older, and Aunt Dunzhu is so thin that only a layer of flesh is left on her face.

The only daughter is missing, how anxious they must be.

Ze Yitong accidentally touched the wooden bowl, Dunzhu turned over, she remembered what Lin Luoran had told her, if you want to live a peaceful life in the future, you can't be seen by Dunzhu and Mo La now...... Even if they weren't afraid of the weirdness of being reborn with a broken arm, they would be sad to see Ze Yitong with only one hand now, right?

Ze Yitong held back his eyes, ran out of the yurt, turned over and got on the horse.

Mother and daughter connected hearts, and woke up in her sleep, feeling that her daughter's breath was still on her side a moment ago, she lifted the felt and chased out.

In the hazy skylight, only a white pegasus ran on the grassland where the earth rejuvenated, disappearing at the junction of the horizon.

"Ze Yitong, grandma knows it's you...... You're back, aren't you? ”

All she answered was the sound of the wind howling in the steppe.

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Back in the valley, the tears that Ze Yitong had endured for a long time finally flowed out.

She tumbled off the white cloud's back and squatted on the grass, tears falling down in large gulls and landing on a pile of broken grass that had been trampled by wild horses a month ago.

She didn't know that there was a piece of grass inside, and Lin Luoran's divine sense was attached to it.

Lin Luoran woke up from his "deep sleep" and felt hot, salty water droplets, was it raining?

It's not the rain, it's the sad tears of the little girl.

She was moved by such sadness, and felt pity, forgetting that she was a grass, and wanted to comfort the crying little girl. However, she was not only a grass, but also broken by weeds, and all she could do was twist the leaves in the wind, which was very funny.

Looking at the broken grass dancing a strange "dance" in front of him, Ze Yitong laughed.

The bright smile drove the sadness away, and Xiaocao was stunned, and suddenly understood the meaning of life.

Live, live for such a smile.

Live, live for the tears of a moment ago.

To live, for the sake of this beautiful world, for the sake of more beautiful scenery beyond the valley.

I am just a humble grass, but I also have pain, sorrow, compassion, and happiness – this is the essence of life.

Lin Luoran, who was in the stone trough, suddenly opened his eyes.

The high-speed nebula in her body absorbed the unyielding vitality under the snow-capped mountains, and the moment she opened her eyes, the Chaos Nebula differentiated into a green nebula.

The wood system has been stripped out!

The four nebulae were still running at high speed, and a steady stream of wood-based spiritual energy was constantly absorbed by her, and then transformed into spiritual power.

The red fire system, the blue water system, the white chaotic spiritual power, the green wood system that has been reborn, the four colors are intertwined into brilliant colors—they are getting smaller and smaller, are they compressing?

At the sea of dantian qi, four rotating nebulae represent different attributes, Lin Luoran knew that this moment was extremely dangerous, and when she crossed it, she was a monk of Jiedan, and she took another step forward on the long road of cultivation...... If you can't get through, it's all about being cultivated and ushering in a dead time, right?

The trampled grass can usher in life, let alone yourself?

Lin Luoran smiled slightly, and the nebula in the dantian seemed to sense her thoughts, and after shrinking, it spun at a faster speed.

They're condensing into golden pills, aren't they?

I don't lack aura, nor do I lack mood, what I can do at this moment is to quietly wait for the completion of this step.

Lin Luoran couldn't wait to see his own Jin Dan.