You know, a river is two or three hundred miles, two rivers, four sides, that is, thousands of miles, how many oil lamps do you have to use? Then, how much oil do you have to burn in one night?

Fang Tian only thought about it for a moment and felt his scalp tingle.

This plan was also abandoned.

It's just that at night, the black lights are blind, and it's really not very good, it's okay like today, the time is moving towards the middle of the month, the moon rises early, and it can be connected with the arrival of night, and the faint moonlight can barely replace the lights.

What about a day when there is no moon?

In Fang Tian's faint thoughts, unconsciously, the sunset gradually set and sank until it slid below the horizon, and then the twilight gradually rose, and Fang Tian sat in the twilight, looking at the city far below, where countless lights were gradually lit up.

This is Yanhuang City.

This is the city he named.

This is also the city that he controls and dominates at the moment.

It stands to reason that cultivators should not pay too much attention to "things outside the body", just like Fang Tian himself, when he had just received the appointment from the imperial capital to make him a city lord, he just smiled indifferently.

That indifference, it's really indifferent, the kind that doesn't care at all.

It's just that as this city was erected step by step from scratch, Fang Tian slowly discovered that he actually had some attachment to this city, especially today, this night, when he sat here and looked at the city, this feeling suddenly flooded from the bottom of his heart,

It's good to think about it.

Think about the people who live in it, it's good.

And hopefully, one qiē, better and better.

He even thought that if he left in the future, it would be better for someone to take over the city.

The original indifference seems to be gone. It is already necessary to add a "no" in front of it.

In some novels in the previous life, is this a "demon"?

Fang Tian thought, then shook his head again, and smiled secretly. Yes or no, it just let it be, it doesn't matter. In any case, it was an experience he had never had before in his life, and it was also a new journey that was about to begin.

In that case, it's just a matter of experiencing and feeling to the fullest.

What stage to walk on. What kind of drama to sing. Off the stage, he's still him. This is exactly what was called in the previous life, "when you enter the countryside, you follow the customs".

As a practitioner, then be the best practitioner you can be.

As a city lord, then be the best city lord.

These two. When it doesn't get in the way.

If you abandon the responsibility of the city lord for the sake of cultivation, it will be difficult for your heart to be happy. If you delay your spiritual work for the sake of city affairs. then the end is abandoned. Neither of these is what a true practitioner should do.

A true practitioner should regard an experience and experience as a practice.

When his thoughts turned here, Fang Tian's consciousness was for a while. One after another, and at this moment, Fang Tian thought of a lot.

I thought of being with Kiki and a bunch of little guys in the compound.

I thought of when I was with little Loli and little Ivy.

I thought about the time I was with Sharjah.

I thought of being with Owen Anderson and Maple Grove and the rest of the guys.

I thought about being with Andy Eric and the rest of the association.

I thought of the time I had with Morrich Pat.

Thought of the time with the eagles.

I thought about the time I spent with those plants and trees.

I thought of not being with anyone, but with one body. When you are alone and quiet, and you are alone and face yourself.

......

Many times, he is different.

Some are rolling on the ground, some are climbing to the trees, some are casual nonsense, and some are dignified and solemn, playing the image of a "master......

Which of these is the real him?

Both?

Neither?

Turning from himself to others, Fang Tian remembered a lot of reports from his previous life.

The most heinous villains have loyal and beloved wives, respected elders, and untold pasts, honest people, in some cases, show ruthlessness, and cowards, in some cases, become thugs.

There are many more, and the list goes on.

Which of these is the real them?

Fang Tian fell into deep thought, but his gaze was consciously or unconsciously cast towards the vicinity of the two rivers in the city.

There, hundreds of miles of windmills lined up.

There, tens of thousands or even more people were still or moving, sitting or standing, or alone, or in groups of three or five, or even dozens or hundreds of people gathered together. There are no lights, but there is the breath of lights.

At present, there are more than three in Yanhuang City. There are many cultivators, many vendors, and many bards.

The cultivators are the initial agglomeration.

The vendors were attracted by the cultivators.

Bards were attracted by cultivators and traders.

Most of the cultivators came alone, or in groups. The vendors followed the cultivators with a large amount of grain. Bards, on the other hand, mostly come from all directions with the carts and boats of the merchants. This is exactly the agglomeration effect of one belt two, two belts, three belts, and three belts.

Fang Tian's induction was faintly focused on a place where hundreds of people gathered.

At the center of the agglomeration was a bard.

And on the periphery of the agglomeration, there are magicians, warriors, and ordinary people. But no matter what kind of people they are, they have only one identity at this time, and that is the audience.

The bard was holding a long piano in his hand, well, let's call that thing a qin, Fang Tian didn't know what it was, it was a musical instrument anyway.

Fang Tian was listening to the bard's narration with those listeners.

It's unfortunate, or coincidental, that this brother is telling the story of Fang Tian, the "son of God".

Perhaps inspired by his last Kaspersky story, the bard also played with a new twist. - Fang Tian, the "Son of God", was thrown into a world without any cultivators, and there were no cultivators in that world, but there were a large number of jungle monsters......

These monsters regularly or irregularly attack cities, small towns, and villages, and the people on the continent are crying out and suffering miserably, and in such a situation, Fang Tian, the "son of God", was born......

That's it for the general outline. The specific plot, in fact, you can guess without saying it, but it's the tune.

Fang Tian didn't listen to the story much, for him, who had been bombarded by all kinds of stories in his previous life, such a story, no matter how varied it was, it was very unoriginal, but after listening to it, Fang Tian had figured out what the long qin was used for.

The long piano is really not for playing.

Rather, it plays the role of a kind of "shocking wood".

Past. The county magistrate in the drama or novel, when trying the case, often picks up a piece of wood on the case and then slaps it heavily on the case, "Bah! Resist strictly!"

Whether this is the case or not, Fang Tian doesn't know.

Then. The bard spoke. When it comes to the plot elevation or turning point, either the long qin is nonsense, and a few silk strings are used to pull out a piercing strange roar, with exaggerated movements and strange images, or simply use the long qin as a percussion thing. Bang and bang on the ground, knock knock!

I don't know what was in the case, and it clicked.

Perhaps, this is also a performance. Fang Tian was a little dumbfounded, to be honest, this bard's performance was a bit subversive of his imagination, Nima, a good musical instrument, just let you use it like this? You must be a fake bard, right?

Actually, Fang Tian really guessed correctly.

The brother Tai, who was watched by him, took up the post of bard, and it was not long ago, only less than two months. Before, he was a guy hired by a trader, and when the vendor sold out of goods, he went back to transit, and told him to wait here, but there was no news from left and right.

This fellow, who sat on the empty mountain, successfully turned to the bard.

What Fang Tian didn't know was that many full-time bards now had tears streaming down their eyes to change the way they played the "elegant" piano. Normally, they played the piano in addition to telling the story, or in conjunction with the story, but now they can't bear it, and the audience appreciates the violent performance more, oh, this bard.

Many bards grieved and indignant, and then their grief turned into strength, and they turned from grace to violence, and they threw the long lyre, and I fell, and I fell, and I fell!

The harder you fall, the more popular it is.

It is said that there are many warriors who have become bards, not for that bit of silver, but just to have a good time under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Gradually, Fang Tian's attention shifted from the bard to the listener or audience.

These magicians, these warriors, these ordinary people, are now all listeners, gathered together without distinction between them, and immersed themselves in the story with different expressions. And what are they like when they are not listeners?

Could it be that magicians look down on warriors, warriors look down on ordinary people, and ordinary people despise the above two kinds of people at the same time?

Life in the world, no matter ordinary or low, is to live well and live well.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian couldn't help but think of the time when he taught little Ivy to read and write, at that time, the first word he taught was "live".

A small sapling, near the water, with roots, is alive.

In fact, for a tree, it is not only dependent on water, but also has roots, stems, branches, and leaves.

Is it the root or the stem that is important, or is it the branch or the leaf that is important?

In fact, they are all indispensable, and it doesn't matter which one is important or not.

Without roots, the tree dies directly.

Without a stem, this tree will not become a tree, even if the roots are surrounded by branches and leaves, in the end it is just a grass lying on the ground, which cannot be majestic, let alone soar to the sky.

The leaves are used for breathing and transforming energy, and if a tree is erased all the leaves and then erased after it is reborn, even the most vigorous tree will soon become weak until it withers.

The branches, on the other hand, are the parts that carry the leaves......

Trees are life, and so are people. And in the eyes of Fang Tian now, in fact, there is not much essential difference between a tree and a person.

Now, the tree is so.

What about people? (To be continued......)