On a deserted path, a figure in Tsing Yi walked lonely, and I don't know how many big exits and how many cities I crossed along the way......

Although there were stops and stops along the way, he kept walking in one direction.

As she walked more roads, saw more people, and saw more things, Yan Qing suddenly found that she was still a spectator in the Great Wilderness World, or still had the heart of a spectator, and did not truly and completely integrate into this world.

Without truly integrating into this world, he can only be lonely and lonely.

Along the way, he felt it.

"Do I need to be truly and fully integrated into the world?"

On the way, Yan Qing kept asking his heart, although he wanted to fully integrate into this world, but he also missed the past on the earth.

As long as he has a trace of nostalgia, he will not be able to fully integrate into the world.

I want to fully integrate into this world, but I don't want to forget the past, which makes Yan Qing's heart very conflicted.

Unconsciously, more than half a year has passed, but Yanqing is still far away from Dawanlian Mountain.

"Life is unsatisfactory in ten times*, maybe time is the best to forget......"

Yan Qing suddenly found that he couldn't remember a lot of things on the earth, and many things were just a general outline.

Along the way, Yan Qing did not choose to fly, but trekked hard with her feet.

During this period, he mostly walked on mountain paths or uninhabited country paths, and rarely met or negotiated with people.

Silence along the way, silence, walking.

Yan Qing gradually forgot the hustle and bustle of the world, and also forgot some things in the past, just walking quietly, and seemed to have forgotten his purpose of going to the 100,000 Lianshan.

At some point, he put on a hat made of bamboo leaves and a coat made of palm tree hair, and walked through the drizzle between the mountain villages......

The sound of chickens and dogs is everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, another few months passed.

Yan Qing's body has been tempered by wind and frost and scorching sun, and his original fair and ruddy skin has become gray-brown, although he has slept in the open all the way, his body is getting stronger and stronger, and his steps are becoming more and more powerful.

In particular, the pair of black and bright eyes became calm and quiet, like an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.

Paths, forests, plains, mountains, and mountains are constantly retreating.

Rain, scorching sun, blizzard, and strong winds hit me again and again.

In the silent walking, Yan Qing sometimes closes his eyes, but even if he closes his eyes, he will not fall or fall into the pit, and all dangers or traps will be avoided in advance, as if he did not close his eyes.

In the depths of the silence of the mind, you can even hear the sound of gurgling water in your own veins. The sound of flowing water sometimes turns into a rolling river.

Bloodline, i.e. river.

In the evening, the drizzle had been falling, and Yan Qing happened to walk to a peaceful small village at this time.

In front of the village, Yan Qing was dressed in a hat and a robe.

"Uncle, can the juniors spend the night in the village?" Yan Qing said to the old man who was driving the cattle under the big tree.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like he was in his seventies and eighties, but his body was full of a tough aura. At this time, the old man stopped the cow, looked up at Yan Qing, and saw that Yan Qing was polite and did not look like a bad person, so he agreed.

Yan Qing quietly followed the old man into the village, and he also took the plow from the old man.

This village is full of simple people, but they all have a little bit of cultivation in their bodies, and most of them are able to open up the sea of qi.

Some have even reached the dantian realm.

However, although they have cultivated in their bodies, they have not practiced any combat skills, and many people do not know how to operate the true yuan in their bodies, so they can only have empty strength.

The village road is muddy, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

By the time I returned to the old man's home, it was already completely dark.

In a room that was redundant and eventually reduced to a utility room, Yan Qing had just taken off her coat when she saw a young boy of six or seven years old come in with a large bowl of ginger soup in his hand.

Yan Qing was slightly stunned when he saw it, this kind of plot, he had only seen it on TV before.

"Uncle, grandpa said that drinking some ginger soup can dispel the chill on your body. The little boy was looking at Yan Qing seriously, with some curiosity in his eyes.

"Thank you, little friend. ”

Yan Qing smiled slightly, took the ginger soup and drank it all.

"Uncle, who are you?" the little boy asked curiously, his eyes blinking.

"Uncle?"

Yan Qing couldn't help but smile, she was only in her early twenties, and asked, "Is my uncle very old?"

"Not old. The boy shook his head.

"Uncle, just an ordinary cultivator......"

After a while, the old man came over and asked Yan Qing to go to dinner together. After eating, Yan Qing chatted with the old man and his son for a while, and everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

The next day, it was just dawn.

Yan Qing got up like a villager and followed the old man to the field, because everyone has a cultivation body, and their strength is very great, and they are very fast and flexible in their work.

Although Yan Qing was a little clumsy at first and was laughed at by the other villagers, after watching it once or twice, she gradually became proficient.

"Xiao Yi, go home and eat first, the work can't be done. The old man shouted in the field.

"Uncle, grandpa told you to go home for dinner~"

A six- or seven-year-old boy was running on the stalks, constantly waving his pink little arms at Yan Qing, when suddenly his feet slipped and the whole person fell into the paddy field.

In just two or three days, Yan Qing actually became familiar with the people in the village.

During this period, Yan Qing also told the villagers here some knowledge of cultivation, and also taught a group of little children the formal cultivation methods, and finally left quietly after leaving a few sets of combat skills.

On the way to 100,000 Lianshan, Yan Qing still walked and stopped, and seemed to have completely forgotten her original intention.

Before I knew it, another few months had passed.

It seems that the closer to 100,000 mountains, the more rain will fall in the world, and Yan Qing is still wearing a hat and a robe.

Walking on this road, Yan Qing suddenly remembered a poem by Su Shi in his previous life, "Don't Listen to the Sound of Lin Hitting Leaves", and couldn't help but read it softly.

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly. Bamboo canes and shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, returning, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine......"

After reading it, I couldn't help but shake my head.

"I can't believe that a year and a half have passed......"

Yan Qing suddenly sighed, and then looked at the reckless and endless mountain, one after another, continuously, and the number of points was innumerable......

100,000 mountains have arrived.

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