Occasionally, a fresh breeze blows through this green meadow, and some small flowers that cannot be named bloom in this meadow, making this meadow look more harmonious and not monotonous.

At the edge of the meadow there was a black rock, and there was a stitch in the rock, and in the stitch there were some dead leaves that had turned into gray dirt over time, and there was not much dirt, but it was just enough to fill the crack at first.

It's just that later, when the breeze kept blowing, some of the soil was unwilling to be lonely and flew away with the breeze, or fell in the grass outside, or flew to the rivers and mountains farther away, I don't know.

At this time, a gray grass seed lay quietly in the soil in this crack, not feeling the wind or the sun, so quietly and willingly covered in the soil.

It was an evening, the colorful clouds on the horizon were occupied by a huge dark cloud at some point, the weather was gloomy, the air was filled with the smell of wind and rain, and the uncle in the distance was half bent by the wind, and it seemed that it would break in the next moment. However, when the wind became more and more rampant, the tree only bent more and did not break, and seemed to have become accustomed to seeing these winds wreaking havoc.

"Tick tick tick" suddenly, a few drops of rain fell first, impartially in a small mud pond in the middle of the grass, the mud pond that was about to dry up at this time responded positively, swinging up only half of the muddy water, a circle of water waves swept over.

More and more rain rushed to fall, not as gentle as before, but some rough hit on the leaves, the leaves were trembling, hitting the small flowers, the small flowers seemed to be shaky, and also hit the tens of millions of grasses in this meadow, there were some small grasses who resisted, but some small grasses were directly prostrate on the ground, which seemed extremely fragile.

The rain became more and more, and slowly the surrounding stones were covered with rainwater, and the original gray stone assassin actually looked extremely gray and black, and there was some luster flowing, obviously the rain washed away the moss or the original weathered dust on it.

Finally a trace of rain flowed into the crack, not much, just moistening the soil of the crack, but it was enough, just a drop of water fell on the seed, and knocked over the grass seed, but the grass seed was covered with dirt after a tumbling roll, and then it was quiet again.

This night, the rain was pouring down, the rain was almost endless, flooding this world, everywhere was shrouded in smoke, in this dark night it was even more windy, the southeast and northwest, the sun, moon and stars could not be seen, this night was very quiet, there was no previous insect cry, the beast roared, this night was also turbulent, everywhere was the sound of rain, covering everything, there was only one sound, that was the sound of rain.

After a long time, all the beasts and insects fell asleep peacefully, but not all living beings were like this.

The rainy night was pouring down, and after raging all night, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When the morning light appeared, everything was back to normal, except that the air was fresher, the vegetation was more verdant, and the petals of some flowers fell to the ground. But more flowers are blooming, making the land even more beautiful.

The gray stone has regained its original color, but the luster is still the same, and the soil in the crack is also different, there is an extra grain of rice-sized shoot, the sprout is milky white, and it looks very fragile, but this sprout is a little different, the sprout seems to have spirituality, constantly trembling slightly, as if feeling the sunlight on the crack, it seems to be the thing that the sprout desires the most, but at this time it is out of reach.

Inside the sprouts is a white world, incomparably pure, full of warm breath, at this time, there is a faint idea born in it, the idea is very weak, it seems to be as fragile as the grass shoots, unable to withstand any wind and rain.

This idea is the consciousness of Ki Ming, Ki Ming quietly sat cross-legged on the Ming Dao futon, only to feel the world spinning, I don't know when I appeared here, but there is no discomfort Japanese style seems extremely close to here, as if the fetus in the womb is attached to the mother's body, like the breath here.

Kinama can vaguely feel the changes in the outside world, there are days and nights, there are warm and sudden heat, the rise and fall of the sun, moon and stars, but Kinawa can't remember this feeling for a long time.

After each day passes, I forget it, and then the next day I can vaguely feel that familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere.

Finally, it rained, and a trace of rain moistened me, and my world became much clearer, and I could see a lot of things, and I saw light, no longer I saw the blue sky, but I also saw the clouds, but all of this was in this small narrow crack.

Kinama forgot everything, only remembered that he was a small grass, but this little grass was constantly growing, just to see the world beyond the cracks, to feel the wind, to see what the sun looked like, whether it was as warm as the original rain, to see if the white clouds could really cover the blue sky, to see if the blue sky was really just the shape of a stitch.

So, the little grass kept growing, and kept absorbing the water from the soil, and when all the water was absorbed, the little grass finally poked out its little head.

This grass is no longer a young shoot, but a small grass that has opened its buds and has two leaves, but these two leaves have not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, so it looks a little weak, but fortunately, this suture can protect these two leaves.

When Kikina poked his head out, he saw Esperanto, and the world in the crack was completely different.

The sky is not so small, but covers the whole land, not all the clouds are so white, there are dark clouds in the distance, and there are purple clouds falling in the west.

What's even more incredible is that he is not alone, but by countless partners on this land, they are all extremely vigorous, every grass is green, the wind is blowing, and the sun scatters them to set off them more mysterious.

As soon as he saw this, Kimina was extremely envious in his heart, he was too weak, and most of his two leaves were white, but Kimina was not depressed, but looked at this world with curiosity.

Seeing the birds flying across the sky, seeing the flowers and butterflies landing on the flowers in the center of his companions and collecting honey happily, and a small insect looking at him not far away, Kiona felt a very dangerous aura permeating the air, but fortunately, the insect seemed to be a larva and could not move its body.

Finally, purple clouds appeared on the horizon, and the sunset turned extremely red, and at this moment, the whole world was painted with purple colors. Kikina suddenly felt that this world was so beautiful.

However, the sunset is infinitely better, but it is almost dusk.

When night fell, everything was gone, but the stars appeared in the sky, and a waning moon hung in the sky, which seemed cold and cold.

Kina felt the light of the stars and the moonlight, and it was a cool feeling that was different from the feeling of the day.

Suddenly, Kimina found that his body had become much stronger, and he didn't have the feeling of weakness that he used to have.

Soon, however, Kina's felt a hint of exhaustion, so the two young grass leaves gently closed, and Kikina continued to sink into the white world, ending the day, an extraordinary day.

In this way, Mu Ming grows up in the morning sun every day, feels the changes in the world, feels the change of the stars, has a little more understanding in the cloudy and sunny round, and has a touch of tenacity in the wind and sun.

The days are like a day, and the years go by.

Kina's name is no longer the weak grass, but the whole body is green, no longer two leaves, but eight leaves, although it can't be compared with the partners on the earth, but Kimina is already very satisfied, Kimina believes that one day he can break through this stubborn stone, and grow together with his partners on the grass, that feeling is what Kina longs for.

It's just that for a long time, for some reason, the meadow was suddenly covered by a fire.

, a scorching wave of air swept towards the gray stone, but the stone did protect Kina. Kikina woke up from the white world, felt the blazing heat of his body tremble, as if it was about to melt, and he saw countless friends buried in the fire.

"No, don't. Kimina shouted in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound, and Kimina's heart was extremely anxious,

The fire was fierce, the crimson flames were fierce, and the burning grass exploded, all of which fell in Kimina's eyes, Kimina was shouting, but there was no sound coming out, Kimina kept swinging his body, wanting to jump out and live with his partner, but no matter how Kimina struggled, he couldn't get rid of the shackles of this stitch, but the flame was even more ferocious, and he howled in the wind.

"No, it shouldn't be like this, I haven't grown with you yet, feel the warmth of the earth, the splendor of the sun shouldn't be like this," Kikina kept shouting in his heart, but he just couldn't make any sound.

Finally, the flames drifted away with the wind, raging towards the forest. It seems that there is nothing left in this meadow to attract him, because there is not a single green grass left here.

Ki Ming looked at all this, and suddenly felt that something was broken, broken into countless pieces, and his heart was obviously very painful, but he couldn't feel that pain, as if he had no heart, no thought, and lost everything.

At this time, when Kimina's heart ached, a thought that had never been felt before really germinated, and this thought did not go away for a long time after it appeared.

"I can change everything, I can change the direction of the flames, I can blow the wind, I can rain rain, I can extinguish all the flames"

Years flashed in his heart, and after a long time, Ki Na stopped the flickering of these thoughts, looking at the mess all over the ground, countless plants and trees turned into ashes, turned into dirt, Ki Na seemed to feel real pain, the kind of watching everything shatter but not changing anything, it was a wordless pain, everything he had was shattered, there was no more, only some residual traces, just looking at these but feeling extremely stinging.

On this day, Kinama no longer looked at the bird, feeling the change of the sun, moon and stars, on this day, Kimina just looked at his partner or the gray grass ash that was all over the ground in front of him, Kinama didn't know what to think, Kina seemed to have stopped all his thoughts, Kimina felt that his world history was gray, and this gray made his heart ache.

The next day, the morning sun appeared early, but without the attention of the grass, the morning light scattered a layer of golden brilliance, falling on the gray earth in front of Kimina's eyes, Kikina suddenly felt that the gray was extremely dazzling.

Suddenly, the world in front of Ki Na's eyes was shattered, countless fragments were reversed, colleagues, Ki Na had countless more information in his mind, it seemed that he was a person, he would have magical powers, he had a father-in-law, a mother, and some partners, and he was feeling on a futon at this time.

In a whirlwind, Kimina saw countless images, and then they all dissipated, and his world turned into darkness.

On the golden lake, at this time, ten figures were each kneeling on a futon, a futon was filled with various dao symbols, the runes flickered, the glow emerged, countless mist rolled, and from time to time there were dao sounds coming out, dao sounds were imprinted together, turning into sound waves echoing in the ears.

A man on one of the purple futons opened his eyes, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, a deep sadness, as if he had all the cherished things in the city.

This person is Mu Ming.

Kinama was still reminiscing about the thoughts in his head at this time.

"Life is like a dream, true and false, all in one thought. Kikina muttered softly in a tone that he could only hear, not knowing whether he was talking about himself or the grass in the world he had just had, was it a dream, and why did it feel so real.

After a long time, Kikina closed his eyes again, and when he closed his eyes, he could no longer see the serious sadness, but a little more enlightenment.

After a long time, Kimina's consciousness appeared in a world where there were countless towering trees and growing saplings, and this was a forest.

At this time, a small sapling was constantly bending the house, approaching the spot of light fragrantly.

In the Broken Incense Building.

After the three of them looked at Mu Ming's world, the three of them were silent for a long time, as if they were thinking about something, Tianyunzi's eyes were a little lonely, and a trace of sadness grew in the bottom of his heart, Luoyun Fairy was indifferent in the past at this time, but there was a touch of softness, but there was a little more appreciation in the eyes of the smiling old man.

"A lifetime, a autumn of grass and trees, disillusionment of truth and falsehood, the cultivation of the truth, the impermanence, against the sky, the true road is difficult to repair. ”

Suddenly, as soon as the voice of the old man came into the ears of others, the other people's hearts were shocked, this voice seemed to have gone through countless vicissitudes, and there was a trace of tired tone, which made people can't help but arouse the sadness in their hearts.

After hearing this voice, Tianyunzi was shocked in his heart, and the sadness in his heart was even more pervasive, and Fairy Luoyun's indifferent expression also had a trace of regret, as if he remembered something, and couldn't help but sigh softly, but even he couldn't hear the sigh clearly.

"Big brother, you" The smiling old man restrained his smile at this time, looked at the old man who opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he wanted to say something and stopped.

"This son is good, it's just that the obsession is too deep, it's admirable, maybe it's really maybe."

The old man nodded to the smiling old man and spoke, then shook his head slightly, and then continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"Hey. The smiling old man sighed secretly in his heart and said nothing.

Only Tianyunzi was filled with sadness, and when the others saw this, they were only surprised but didn't say anything, everyone had a past, not to ask, not to speak.

Of course, all this wood name is naturally unknown.

Perhaps, it is also good to be a sapling, this is a thought that echoes in Kina's consciousness at this time.