There is no meditation where the body and mind are fully engaged, there is no night talk where the mind is running at full strength, there is only clear tea, and there is only one small talker who can be regarded as a teacher and friend.

This night was the first time since Fang Tian came to this world that he felt time flying between his fingers.

And between the dances of time, what brought him was all splendid and leisurely. It was obviously a cool night, but Fang Tian had the feeling of lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling large glass window in his previous life, basking in the sun and drinking afternoon tea.

This is another long chatter between Fang Tian and Sharjah after a long time of absence.

And this time, the feeling is very different.

Before, Sharjah gave Fang Tian the feeling that although this Excellency was very earthy, indigenous soil, but in terms of his own path and cultivation, he was unambiguous, that is, he had a domain of his own, and obviously, this Excellency was particularly profound in his own domain.

As long as a person has his own domain, then even in other places, no matter how earthy that person is, he should never be despised and ridiculed.

At least not Fang Tian.

So although he knew more than Sharjah, that the sky was empty and that the earth was round, that it was permissible to light lamps without oil, and that it was permissible to wash clothes without hands...... When he utters a few words casually, he will amaze Sharjah and feel meaningful, and he will make Sharjah ponder and gain some enlightenment when he throws out a random story......

But none of this is enough, far from it.

There is no need for Sharjah to ask, but only for Fang Tian to ask himself - what is your path, what is your field, what is something you can be proud of?

Fang Tian didn't have it.

Came into the world. Not only in life he is duckweed, but in other places. So did he.

How can he be confident, what is he proud of? What does he rely on to despise and ridicule Sharjah, a native? It depends on his ability to cook, on his ability to talk nonsense. Just rely on him to understand some nonsense, but in fact, they are all half-understood, and they are far from even half-understood?

So before, he saw the soil of Sharjah, and he also saw the height of Sharjah.

So, most of the time, he maintains the high reverence for Sharjah on the most fundamental level, and then on the level of the non-fundamental branches. Playing with the soil of Sharjah is a pleasure in suffering.

That's actually a form of flattery.

This flattery does not mean to please the other party or anything, but on the real level, the other party needs him to look up.

But now. He finally had his own piece of the world. So now, the small world of the two can be together for a collisional exchange.

So Fang Tian's conversation style changed.

In the past, Fang Tian had three axes, which can be summed up as:

The first axe, standing at the height of the Chinese civilization in the previous life.

Fang Tian himself was shallow, but there was no way, the Chinese civilization he belonged to in his previous life was not shallow. Many words that were taken for granted in previous lives, such as "gold and jade are outside, and they are ruined in it", such as "wealth and wealth do not return to their hometowns." Such as "Yijin Night Walking", and so on, these things are simply ignored by the East and West when they see it, but after he casually says it and is heard by Sharjah, in many cases, it will trigger quite a profound discussion.

And in that discussion, he definitely has the home advantage.

There's no way, just pull out a little bit of the many things I have learned, seen, and heard in my previous life, and I can smash Sharjah's nose and face to swell. couldn't deal with it, so he could only clasp his fists with both hands and say to Fang Tian: "Hero, high! You are really tall! No matter how you look at it, you can't see the height of the top! It's high to the sky!"

The second axe, standing at the height of the earth civilization in the previous life.

Let's say there are clouds in the sky. Why are there clouds? The water from the earth runs to the sky. Why did the water on the earth run to the sky, and then how did it come down? After all the nonsense, Sharjah was immediately about to bow down again.

If you don't accept it, you can't do it. In the face of this absolute insight and guidance, he is a small native who dares to say that he is not convinced?

If you don't accept it, then shake something again, shake it casually, and smash it until you are convinced!

These are the first and second axes. Just sacrifice these two axes, basically, it's enough. With these two axes in his hands, he Fang Shaoxia is simply wearing gold armor, wearing a purple gold helmet, and seems to have stepped on a red gold ball on his feet, which is really called a majestic and domineering side, when he appeared, there was a thunderbolt, flashing a blind dog's eyes, when he really walked between Niu A and Niu C, a qiē native, all had to bow down eight hundred miles away.

In a sense, he was indeed the "Son of God."

It's just that that "god" is different from what people in this world imagine, it is not a certain person or anything, but a vast and overwhelming civilization.

What now?

In the previous life, there was a ruler in ancient China who wrote such a poem after retiring, "The waist gold has been withdrawn, and the news is also ordinary." The world wants to know Gao Zhai, but Kecun Zhao Shilang. "This poem is almost Fang Tian's current situation.

Of course, it's a bit of a pretend to be B.

The argument of not pretending to be B is that for the current Fang Tian, the civilization behind him gradually faded, and his own figure began to condense little by little in this world.

It's like before, when people in this world looked at him, they could only see a vast and unfathomable area.

In fact, it was not him, it was just a projection of the civilization he bathed in in his previous life. Even though it is just a projection, it is still as vast as the real sea, as unfathomable as the real sea. Moreover, the more weighty the person, the easier it is to feel this vastness and unfathomability.

And now, he finally has a little spring of his own.

He doesn't need to be bluffed by the vastness and profundity that doesn't belong to him from time to time, he just needs to present his truth.

And what he is really about now is small, but vibrant.

This is Fang Tian's self-analysis and self-transformation.

And as the person sitting across from Fang Tian, as a talker, Sharjah felt the difference even greater. In Sharjah's opinion. This night's Fang Tian was naïve. There is childishness, there is carelessness. But none of these things can hide one thing.

That is, there is an unstoppable "potential" that comes from Fang Tian, through these naïve and careless, rushing to his face.

When the night gradually closes. When the morning light came, Fang Tian ended the conversation between the two and drifted away.

And look at his back, Sharjah. Oh, and perhaps two more people must be hung at the same time, Sailer and Leo, all three of them were a little stunned, as if they had seen a future sun, just like this, in their witness, rise in such a way.

When he was a "son of God". He's already radiant.

Now, when he himself seems to have grasped the initial rhythm of "God", what kind of light will he shine with?

Thaler suddenly felt very excited, very anticipating.

Sharjah, on the other hand, is joyful and dismayed. I am glad that this little brother has grown, and I am also surprised that I have lost this little brother's growth. Before, when the two won one and drew one in three games on the board, Sharjah already knew. Something has changed forever.

Just like before, the scene when he carried Xiaoyou's collar and flew around with him was gone forever......

Leo was a little confused, wondering, did he miss something?

No matter what the three of them thought, this night finally passed like this, and this morning finally came like this.

Fang Tian's figure, sometimes like an arrow from a string, sometimes like a leaf blown by the wind, the speed was fast or slow, and he went in the direction outside Hongshi Town in the northwest as he wanted.

Target, Huaguo Mountain.

To be more precise, it is the back mountain of Huaguo Mountain.

Thinking about that year, oh, it was this year, it should be said that a few months ago, the distance of twenty miles, Fang Tian was still too far, and now, ten times that of twenty miles, it has already passed under him three times and two.

Not long after, Fang Tian had already come to the far back mountain behind Huaguo Mountain.

After a few months, the construction of the Red Stone Mercenary Group in Huaguo Mountain was still being hammered, and seeing that its project still hadn't moved much, Fang Tian couldn't help but sigh at the leisurely time in this world. -- By the time they completed the construction and opened Huaguo Mountain to sell tickets, had decades passed?

But then again, will they sell tickets here then?

In this world where warriors are everywhere and magicians are jumping around, tickets are not very easy to sell. Or, just make some money from melon seeds?

Recently, too many cultivators have gathered inside and outside Redstone Town, and most of the cultivators are martial artists. It's not that magicians don't come here much, but relatively speaking, the number of martial artists is too much, and it's not comparable to magicians at all.

Redstone couldn't hold it, so they gathered outside the town. And unsurprisingly, there is a little fun Huaguo Mountain here, and it has also accumulated a lot of martial artists.

And, there is another reason.

It now seems to be another branch of the Redstone Mercenary Regiment. And as those warriors who are "worshiping the pier", it is only natural that they form a gathering circle here.

In the early morning, there are already all kinds of movements here, mainly morning exercises, self-practice or fighting, chasing or something.

There are still many people who are howling like wolves, of course, it is not that they want to take the road of acting, but to practice qi, in the words of what seemed to be Taoism in the previous life, it is to spit out the old and accept the new.

I didn't see any chickens flying and dogs jumping, the beasts were panicked, and those poor animals, big and small, were probably already frightened by them and moved their families to the depths of the mountains, and some of them had not migrated, so I am afraid that they had already fallen into their stomachs.

Avoiding the hustle and bustle from afar, he made a big circle, and then Fang Tian imitated Qingyunzhong's posture, and used his toes to point continuously on the rocks on the hillside, and at seven or eight o'clock, he had already come to the place with the highest and widest field of vision in a large group of small mountains behind him.

"If you are near, there will be many tourists, and if you are far away, there will be few people. And the wonderful, strange, and extraordinary views of the world often lie in the danger and distance, and people are rare. ”

These are the words of Wang Anshi in a travelogue.

The place where Fang Tian is standing now is not only extinct, but also the birds and beasts, not even the grass and trees, there is no trace of them.

Here, looking up, it is the vast blue sky, rolling white clouds, looking down, it is a thousand points of mountains, and the rivers are horizontal.

The rivers and mountains are picturesque, and the people are on the rivers and mountains.

Standing here, you don't need to open your arms, and your spirit is open.

Fang Tian took a few deep breaths, and then, like those previous martial artists, pulled his throat and let out a long wolf howl.

- (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )