The eight humanoid little ginseng-like creatures, with a pair of beautiful eyes, stared at the three visiting guests, babbling and screaming.

Shi Mama rolled around the big tree and said in a spiritual voice, "Hello, young men! ”

"I, Shi Mama, am a staff member of the Multiverse Civilization Investigation Group, and now I want to investigate your civilization level. If you are not educated, you will be destroyed! Rattle! ”

"Babble!"

"Now, I want to know your age, and then pass on the story of Monkey King to you. Do you know what age is? Daedric's Sea Standard Time! ”

"Yikes! Yikes! The little ginseng shouted in unison and reported a few numbers.

(I'm 80 years old!) I'm 233 years old! 298 years old! ）

(I...... I'm 668 years old! ）

The largest ginseng doll was actually 668 years old, Shi Mama trembled and was directly frightened.

is obviously a lot older, and he still looks like a child.

It seems that this is also a long-lived species.

In fact, for these ginseng dolls, it is a rare thing to have friendly guests who can communicate normally.

In the past, their mothers would be very careful to take care of them and not let them come into contact with the outside world...... Because their species is quite special, in the eyes of other species, it is like a perfect tonic, as long as you eat it, you can increase your lifespan a lot.

You can't do it without protection!

So a group of guests came to the house, and it was like a carnival-like atmosphere

Even, these guests brought a very interesting little toy, the stone, which can tell a story, and the series of stories told made people stunned.

The little white turtle can dance and spin, like a high-speed spinning top.

"Ahh (Tired, eat something!) Xiaobai unceremoniously hung up a fruit to nibble, but was viciously slapped on the head by his ancestors.

"It's all said, we're here to investigate, to find out more information, to ask about the method of thinking anchoring, to ask for more information?"

"Otherwise, your old brother, Zhang Ming, may be in a hurry!"

"He can't wait to break through his attributes!"

The old comrade Shi Mama, who took advantage of Zhang Ming, trembled happily, your old Zhang is Xiaobai's brother, in other words, aren't you my grandson? Quack!

"Ahh (Makes sense.) ）

Soon, Xiaobai rolled over, mingled with the little ginseng, and frantically played with toys made by humans, and asked for a little information by the way.

(Your father was a giant...... Cross-species fertility, do you have the ability to reproduce? Xiaobai, who graduated with a doctorate, couldn't help but ask the question he was most curious about.

"Babble!"

(We have the ability to reproduce because we are plants and are able to reproduce by cuttings.) ）

(If we were animals, we wouldn't be able to reproduce.) ）

The 668-year-old little ginseng tree cried out in a slender voice, (We don't know how father and mother did it, it may have taken a long, long time, little turtle, do you also want to breed across races?) The odds of success are very low. ）

(My father and mother provided tens of billions of germ cells each time.) ）

(It has been multiplying for thousands of years before I appeared, and the rest of the brothers were spread out by me through cuttings.) ）

(And many of their fellow citizens who don't have any intelligence, or who have a short lifespan, have all died.) ）

I see!

Xiaobai immediately understood that this kind of cross-racial reproduction is like a genetic mutation.

The vast majority of genetic mutations are detrimental and only a small number of mutations are beneficial.

As for the mechanism, it is extremely complex.

Even with the help of the lake, it can only be successfully cultivated by chance through quantity.

It can't help but sigh: this world is really wonderful!

However, these little ginseng are not illiterate as imagined...... I'm still quite knowledgeable and have completed some education.

……

On the other side, Miss Hulu, after giving her own small gift, humbly asked for more details of "thinking anchoring".

The big radish people named "Mumu" come from a race called "Yuanqing".

It is a beautiful world of birds and flowers, peaks and mountains, clear water like a mirror, their race is evolved from plants, and they can survive by basking in the sun every day, and it is really a peaceful life without fighting with the world.

But one day, the World Hunters discovered their world and destroyed all the forests.

Alone, Mu Mu fled to the Sea of Demon Gods and climbed a small hill, feeling that she had found a place to stay.

"Unexpectedly, that small hill was turned into by him."

"This was the first day we met." Mu Mu had a smile on his face, but there was a touch of sadness hidden.

……

……

One picture after another emerges, it is the scene of the past.

"I am the civilization of the Ten Thousand Seas, Zhongshan! Why did you climb on top of me...... Radishes? ”

"What? Just basking in the sun? Forget it, you can dry it. ”

"I am the orthodox descendant of the civilization of the Ten Thousand Seas, and I will walk the way of the mountains, and when I reach the end of this 'way of the mountains', I will be immortal and become a true immortal! Little Carrot Man, do you know what an Immortal is? What, you don't understand what I'm saying? It's okay, let's talk slowly. ”

The giant was heroic, his eyes sparkling with extraordinary confidence.

The civilization of the Ten Thousand Seas, although it is divided, also has the ultimate goal of almost the same goal - to cultivate immortals.

Only the true immortals can enter the true sacred mountain!

How powerful the Wanhai civilization is, even Zhong Shan himself doesn't know.

He is only deeply proud of his civilization, and at the same time, he is highly confident in his future path.

At this moment, he was in high spirits, and in the middle of the conversation, even the sea of demon gods lost its former color.

"You said your name is Mumu, you are a longevity species, right?"

"How long can you live...... Well? What? Longer than I am, good, you're confident. I see that you are lonely and helpless, and the breath of life in your whole body is about to overflow, which is simply a tonic for walking. How did you survive? ”

"I'll allow you to stay on my head."

"Since I call myself a mountain, and I follow the path of the mountains, I have to raise some plants...... So much better! Haha, you are on my head, grow up slowly! ”

The relationship between the mountain and the ginseng always seems so harmonious, as if it should have been this way.

Then, it's a thousand-year journey.

Witness the destruction of civilizations, the migration of animals, the search for mineral deposits, and the search for relics.

Occasionally, there will be fatal crises, but the journey is always pleasant, and more often than not, full of laughter.

But "one of the mountains" is so difficult, as Zhong Shan continues to grow, he spends more and more time in confusion, and the time he is awake is decreasing.

Even if the "mountain" is just a very ordinary thing anchored by thinking, it still slowly erodes his consciousness.

Finally one day, taking advantage of the lucid period of time, Zhong Shan grabbed a cloud in the sky, put it on top of his head, and sighed: "Mumu, you and I have been together for thousands of years, and we have always been harmonious and happy, I should catch all the clouds in the world and make this a paradise of life." ”

"But I can't...... If I fail to preach, I will become a real, self-conscious mountain, and I will not be able to shelter you. ”

"I can't be so selfish."

"I'm supposed to find a world for you to live in."

"Only the world can protect you."

"What...... Are you willing to drift with me? You ......"

The giants are not good at words, but they are very happy.

He ran wild in the ocean, causing a tsunami.

In a short period of time, Zhongshan got rid of the erosion that came from the "mountain", and the time of waking increased again.

It may be that the anchoring of family affection and friendship has played a role.

But this kind of sobriety, in the long-term tug-of-war, is only a short moment, as time passes, his size becomes larger, the power of the "mountain" strikes again, and the time for sobriety becomes less again.

The stop-and-go journey continues.

As the situation deteriorates, Zhong Shan needs more anchoring from the real world to stabilize his will.

So they came up with a new idea: children.

If you have children, you may have new concerns.

"But if a child is born just to anchor my will, this is too selfish and unfair to the children."

Zhong Shan sighed: "I, the civilization of the Ten Thousand Seas, don't mind what the so-called race is. ”

"But after they were born, they should have received a good education and cultural edification in the Wanhai Civilization, so why should they follow me to wander?"

"What's more, I may not be able to reach the end of this mountain path."

"If they lose their father at a young age, how should I give them an explanation?"

"You...... Are you willing to take on all the upbringing responsibilities...... No, it's too much of a responsibility, and I don't want you to do it. ”

“……”

In the end, Zhong Shan was still convinced, he let out a long sigh, looked at the distant sky, perhaps deep in his heart, he also hoped that his partner could have children with him in the future.

That way, even if you die, your partner won't be lonely.

Maybe it was the cultivation of a new life that made him full of expectations, or the emergence of a new life awakened his father's love, and his situation has really improved for so many years.

However, the erosion of the "mountain" is too strong to be transferred by human will.

As he grows to the 10,000-meter level, he has a huge mountain-like power in every move.

The "mountain avenue" has finally come to an end.

But this last kick at the door couldn't be stepped on, and Zhong Shan was once again in a state of desperation.

Mu Mu didn't have anything to do, because all the means had been exhausted, and only the light of the source of the world could make him sober for a short time.

But they had traveled for so long, and the source of the world had long been almost consumed.

(End of chapter)