There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country?

It's hard to get a beautiful woman!

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Twenty years have passed, and the northern beauty has grown up.

The baby on a snowy night turned into a maiden, wearing a cotton jacket made of white bear skin, and her eyes burned at the prosperous land in the south.

The icy and snowy north is really cold and sparsely populated.

No matter which shijie it is, the North and South Poles are always sparsely populated ice and snow, which seems to have become a theorem.

The white bear is its companion, and the kun is its friend. Friends turned into birds, incarnated as Peng, soared up to 90,000 miles, and went to the southern red bean country.

Because it's cold, it looks deserted.

People are always social animals, especially young girls who have just grown up.

"Ah Duo, bring the broth from the jar quickly......" In the wooden house, there was a coughing sound.

The girl sighed softly, she couldn't go because the grandfather who raised her was sick. Every spring, only the Knights of the Temple who come to explore the ice and snow can make her happy.

Other than that, there was no one here except this old man.

There is still moss growing in the northland, which is obviously in the moss layer, not the extremely northerly zone.

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An iron bracket is inserted in an ice cube, and a fire is made underneath, which is a flame of fat burning. Clay pots hang on top, and broth is boiling in them. The broth is the soup of the snow fox in the ice land, and there is no shortage of fish here, but the meat of mammal creatures.

There are snow lotus, borneol, snow ginseng and other medicinal herbs in it. The rich medicinal flavor is mixed with the aroma of meat.

Pinched the earlobe. Hold both sides of the pot with a rag. Delivered to the wooden house.

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The ascetic old bald head is already very old, and a war that year has seriously injured him, and after so many years, he finally can't survive anymore.

He's waiting for someone, waiting for the one who should come.

Over the years, the Templars had intensified their efforts to explore the north, he believed. Their location has been found by the Temple. It's just that the lord of the temple is afraid of that one, so he has never gone to the north in person.

As the indigenous creature of this shijie, he knew that the strength of that temple master was not at the same level as them at all.

This shijie was built by the lord of the temple.

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"Grandpa, when are we going to the south, I heard that there are people there, there are a lot of people."

The old man smiled with a hint of remembrance. Immersed in the past time, "yes. There are a lot of people there. There are also sugar gourds, clay figurines, temples, Taoist temples, and ...... Temple".

The word temple was heavy, and it was very difficult for him to break away from the embrace of the temple and take refuge in that person.

An ascetic is an ascetic in the temple.

They believe in God and give everything to Him. But when you meet a new God, the true God, is not static. At the very least, he took refuge in the New Gods.

Turning his back on the glory of the Temple, he was also sent to hell by the Temple, and his name was set on the Pillar of Dishonor.

He does not regret, because he does not regret, so he does not regret.

Twenty years have passed, and the sloppy young man in Tsing Yi and cotton robe has walked to the northern country, looking at the scenery of thousands of miles of ice and snow, and his eyes are faintly sad.

If you see too much, you won't care, he's seen too much of Shijie's north, it's all the same look, one smell, so he won't feel the shock of his heart.

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The reason why the north of shijie is the same, the reason why every shijie has trees and mountains, and they all have oceans and skies, is because the things that form them are the same.

The corpse of the Hitomi clan is the same, so it also evolves the same shijie.

I didn't have boots on my feet, because I don't know when, the soles of the mille-feuille shoes were worn out, so I walked barefoot.

There's a small wound in his ankle, and he's going to hurt it too.

The wound was already scarred, and he was too old to have the blood of his youth, so he was worried about whether his body would be able to hold on and live longer.

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The old man stood on the threshold of the humble wooden house, looking ahead, and he was relieved until the figure appeared, until the shallow footprints appeared crookedly.

God loves the world and always comes to see them when they die, doesn't he?

He fell on his knees and touched the ground with his forehead, and because he was religious, he did so. Although that God is not an all-knowing and all-powerful God. Because this shijie doesn't have a creature like a god at all, nothing is omniscient and omnipotent, it's all a bunch of false gods in costumes.

No living creature can be called a god.

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Seeing the ascetic who had served him all his life, the sloppy young man personally sent him to reincarnation. Every living creature will die! He is no exception.

The jade figure carved by ice and snow knelt in front of the small grave made of ice and snow and cried, she needed to cry. He saved her life.

"You can go to your southern country......"

The old man is dead, so the Ice Maiden can go to the south to see the red beans and the world.

Nanguo,It's not just this shijie that has a southern country.。 Every shijie that has red beans has a southern country.

When she left, leaving this shijie, the sloppy young man took action to erase all traces before leaving.

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Nanguo, Temple, Tsing Yi people.

He was facing north, and his green clothes fluttered without wind. He watched the girl leave, watched the sloppy young man leave, this is fate, and it is fate.

The fate of devouring each other was because one guy had a cramp in his head and abandoned his fate, so the three fates lived so peacefully.

Living in a different shijie, at least, on the surface.

"Pretty haode, isn't it?"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, maybe the day when the clan weapon had not regained its glory. The past will eventually pass, and the future is not a repetition of the past.

Hitomi is a thing of the past, no matter how great they once were, but everything is in the past. It's vulgar to mention it again.

Now, we're the protagonists.

Travelers on the ancient road can point to God and scold: Lao/Zi is the protagonist of the times!

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The woman Ah Duo came to the southern country of her dreams, but the reality was not as perfect as she imagined.

Reality is always skinny and pale.

There are people here, there is red dust, and there is intrigue. The reason why people are called human beings is that they have wisdom, family affection, friendship, and selfishness.

If everyone is holy and everyone is virtuous, what is the point of such a large group of cold machinery gathered in a pile?

There is no such thing as good or bad in the absolute sense of the word.

No matter how haode people are, there is a dark side in their hearts, and no matter how bad they are, they will retain a good area.

There is no absolute fairness, this is the real shijie. If there is no fairness, create fairness, and strive to create a relatively fair shijie.

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The Zuihou side of Guangming Station is also the terminal of this ancient road. There is a beginning and an end, and he has long understood this.

Ahead, there is no road.

I thought about it a lot, and I lost my mind for a long time. Now, there is nothing that can make ripples in his calm mind.

Even the fate of the Hitomi clan can be abandoned, what else can not be abandoned.

There are also a lot of doubts in my mind, and I sort them out one by one. The blind old man who came to him with his own head, his relationship with the Hitomi Clan?

Where did the remaining hundreds of Hitomi people go? At Zuihou on this ancient road, since they have disappeared, there must be a place to go.

Next, it should be where those old monsters who have surpassed the tenth order have gone, whether that place is the same as the place where the Hitomi people went.

Is there really a magical shijie in this dark realm? Or maybe they have gone beyond the dark realm and seen the scenery beyond the darkness.

I saw through the sky, and there was another sky above the sky. Although, this dark realm must already be the final piece of heaven, but this piece of sky is too big, and there is no limit to the big one. Where the line of sight is, there is nothing left.

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Juvenile feelings are always poetry. This old man also has a poem that he wants to sing to the dark realm.

Since it is a poem, you must always sit opposite each other in order to sing it clearly.

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Looking back on the past, we will not be ashamed of doing nothing, and we will not regret wasting our time.

I have seen many scenery, children and grandchildren all over the world, eaten roasted sweet potatoes, and drank cool well water. There are his footprints at the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea, and his quiet contemplation at the end of the ancient road.

At this moment, he had already understood the shitty philosophical question of 'Who am I?'. Who is he? He is who he is, and if you can't see any of this, this long life will be in vain.

"Let this heaven, give me another young heart, my journey must not be over, my blood has not been extinguished, and my legend will continue......"

Zhou Sheng opened his arms and muttered at the void darkness at the end.

Now he still has a few questions to answer, he has not yet explored the ultimate meaning of the entire dark realm, how can he be willing to retire, willing to let this old arm and leg be buried under the yellow sand.

He was unwilling, so he had to keep going until he couldn't walk anymore, and there was nowhere else to go.

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Now, the top of the ancient road is the Lord of the Seventh Order, which is also the point that Zhou Sheng has reached. After countless years of red dust, he survived, successfully boiled himself into a respected old man, and boiled his contemporaries to death.

In this life, he only believes in one sentence, that is, whoever lives longer, the better he is!

He's going to let himself live longer, longer, until he's done exploring everything.

The heavens ignored his pleas, because even the heavens themselves had no way out.

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The wind is blowing, the horses are barking, and the Yellow River is roaring.

The turbid waters of the Yellow River run through, and a horse sets off thousands of waves, which are more adapted to the water than aquatic goblins.

This dark horse, I don't know where shijie drew a Yellow River out of it, and played it as a jade belt.

Thankfully, there is this old brother, and he has lived long enough.

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Darkness after darkness. (To be continued......)