A year later, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes walked out of the edge of the desert.

I saw that his face was full of vicissitudes, his head was unkempt, sometimes he looked up at the front, sometimes he focused on the desert without a trace, step by step, and gradually walked out of the desert.

Occasionally, the breeze blew and blew the unkempt hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of resolute eyes, but the vicissitudes of life in his eyes were not shining.

The edge of the desert is in sight, and the Gobi is right in front of you.

It stands to reason that whoever it is at this time should be excited, excited, and cheering.

But Yi Heng was very calm in his heart.

The cracks in the dantian have not been repaired, but they have not increased.

It's just that the Yuan Infant hanging in the dantian has become slightly smaller, and if you are not careful, it is really difficult to find.

But he himself knew.

Even if you don't take the initiative to use mana, in order to maintain longevity and maintain the needs of the body, mana is also decreasing in the slightest.

He didn't know how long he could maintain this state, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years.

It's just that if the crack is not repaired as soon as possible, no matter ten years or a hundred years, it will be useless to him.

Fortunately, the soul power and body refining technique were not affected.

On this earth, there is still no one who can threaten his life.

The biggest threat is not the fleeing Tianzhou and Disi, but the Shentu Tian hidden in the shadows.

Heavenly Heaven and Earth are Dharma cultivators, and the soul and body refining techniques will not break through the fifth layer like him at all, so as long as they don't break through the Yuan Infant Realm, they will only bring a little bit of threat, how can he care?

And on the earth, if you want to break through the primordial infant stage with this scarce aura, there is absolutely no half possibility.

The only thing to worry about is Shen Tutian.

After thinking about this, he was relieved.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to show up and doesn't enter the cultivation realm, although this earth is small, Shen Tutian will not easily find himself.

What's more, there is also the power of the five layers of soul in the body, even if they meet, they will definitely have the power to fight.

And after a year of reflection on his solitary journey, he obviously beat his opponent with strength, why was he still confused and injured twice?

In the end, it turned out that it was the power of the fifth layer of soul to cause the trouble.

If it weren't for the power of the five layers of soul to crush the opponent, how could he be careless again and again?

Therefore, he decided to stop using all the abilities of immortal cultivators before the cracks in the dantian were repaired, and return to the earth to become a mortal once, so that he could firmly remember the consequences of carelessness, and remember that he would always be able to treat all immortal cultivators with the prudence of mortals.

Over the course of the year, I experienced countless sandstorms and experienced the feeling of dying of thirst several times.

When I couldn't hold on, I also wanted to release the power of my soul, rise in the sky, and easily cross the desert.

But he held back after all.

Without such a heavy lesson and self-punishment, one day, he will die on carelessness, just like all the high realms that die in his own hands, and die in the hands of an opponent whose strength is weaker than his own.

"Click, click....... ”

Unfazed, he stepped on the sand, step by step out of the desert, into the Gobi, and into the meadow.

After the alien race was removed, Ji Chang also returned to Xiqi, and everything would surely roll forward according to history, but he was not worried.

Historically, Ji Chang returned to Xiqi, worked hard and put the people first, and it took 20 years to restore his reputation.

At that time, his life had come to an end.

After his death, Ji Fa inherited the position of Xibohou, and with the assistance of Jiang Ziya, he first subdued all the small vassal states around Xiqi, and even beat the Rong people to be afraid and cut off their worries.

Then, raise troops to attack the merchant .......

His eyes reflected a patch of green, and his heart felt refreshed.

More than a year of yellow desert, a lifeless barren land, at this time, even grass and small insects made him feel comfortable.

Discerning the direction slightly, the long hair on his forehead was brushed away, and his eyes looked straight ahead, and he walked towards the depths of the grassland.

After a month of walking on the grassland, he finally forgot the yellow sand.

And the most emotional thing is that he began to adapt to seeing the world through the eyes of mortals.

Suddenly, he understood.

The so-called enlightenment, the way to understand the operation of heaven and earth, may require this kind of mind and this state.

If you blindly face this world as an immortal cultivator, I am afraid it is a wrong approach.

There is the fragrance of grass, and there is the flow of shallow rivers.

There are traces of hares and wolves, and there are eagles soaring in the blue sky.

He crossed countless rivers and secretly counted the wild sheep galloping on the grassland, and found that he had gradually forgotten his identity as an immortal cultivator and began to adapt to the life of a mortal.

I only felt that my heart was quiet and comfortable, as if I was about to integrate into this grassland, this heaven and earth, and there was no sense of urgency for immortal cultivators.

Although, the cracks in the dantian should make any immortal cultivator anxious.

"This may be the real practice!" he squinted, looking thousands of miles away where the grassland meets the sky.

There was a snow-capped mountain range, as if it had reached the end of the grassland.

Perhaps after crossing the mountains, you will return to the world, and you will face all kinds of open and secret battles and involuntary things.

He felt like he hadn't had enough of the tranquility. Hot search

So, he slowed down, but looked up at a hill ten miles away.

A man hides in the deep grass, as if watching something under the hillock.

"Suosuo....... ”

His footsteps rubbed the grass and made a "shuttle" sound, and he walked slowly towards the hillock.

"Maybe it's good for someone to ask for directions, at least to know if it's the world behind the vast mountains. ”

Since he sees people, he naturally won't hide from them.

There will be an end to the day when you practice alone, and avoiding it is definitely not the way to do.

Occasionally, I heard roars and yells drifting down the wind, and even the sound of swords clashing.

He couldn't help but be a little curious.

Since we are accustomed to mortal life, we should also have mortal curiosity, and we should also use mortal eyes and ears to see and listen.

So after a mile, he found that it was not an adult who was crawling in the grass, but a child who was nearly ten years old.

The child hadn't noticed him, or the scene below the hill was too exciting for him to worry about behind him.

The sound of the clashing blades grew closer, and the shouting began to turn into screams.

Yi Heng was still not in a hurry, until the child heard the footsteps of him after approaching two feet.

The body crawling in the grass shook, and the right hand held around his waist squeezed even tighter.

At his waist, a small dagger seemed to be unsheathed in the next moment, but the child still did not look back, as if he did not know that there was someone behind him.

He had to cough lightly to remind the kid not to mess around.

With a light cough, the child's body shook again, his left hand slammed into the ground, and the whole person bounced up from the ground in an instant, and with a "brush" sound, a white blade slashed towards his neck.

Yi Heng's eyes didn't blink, and he secretly praised in his heart.

The white blade light had touched his neck in an instant, and he didn't want to make a move, so he let the dagger strike, and the result naturally seemed to be cut on the fine iron, breaking in two.

But he was afraid of frightening the child, so when he saw that the child's dark eyes had just flashed with pride and pity, he stretched out his right hand.

"It hurts!"

His right hand seemed to be there all along, and he gently grabbed the child's wrist, and the dagger fell instantly, and the screams rushed out of his throat!

The child's right wrist was lifted high as if it were clamped by iron tongs, and the whole person was hung in the air, and his feet stood on the ground.

His face turned pale instantly, and his forehead was sweating, but after screaming, he gritted his teeth and stopped shouting.

Instead of fear, the eyes were filled with surprise and adoration.

Yi Heng's right hand was easily opened, and the child fell to the ground again, his left hand covering his right wrist, his eyes still staring at him.

But he seemed to react, turned his head to look down, and the whole person fell to the ground violently, and then turned his head hard.

Facing the sunset, I don't know if he can see it clearly, but Yi Heng found that he actually stretched out his right hand, beckoned to him vigorously, and then made a boo gesture.

The right wrist quilt, five bruised marks are very obvious.

Yi Heng was a little embarrassed in an instant, looking at the meaning of the child, he actually wanted to make himself like him, so he hurriedly climbed on the edge of the hillock and watched the fight below.

Didn't he know that with his height, he had long seen the fight below?

But he did not refuse, slowly squatted down, supported the ground with his hands, slowly crawled on the grass, and crawled forward again until he was shoulder to shoulder with the child.

The child smiled happily, but then was startled by the sound of the clashing blades below, and turned his head sharply to stare downward.

Yi Heng looked at the two sides fighting below.

Forty or fifty men, each of them galloping around in a circle, raising their scimitars, desperately slashing at each other.

There is not much difference in the costumes of forty or fifty people, so it is difficult to distinguish between the two sides.

It's just that Yi Heng's eyes froze, and he secretly said in his heart: "Grassland people?"

Hair is scattered, livestock fur coats, scimitars in hand, and horses fight .......

A rough, fierce and heroic atmosphere of the grassland, even if it is more than ten miles away, it is also rushing towards it.

But instead of staring carefully at the battle below, he looked up at the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles away, with a pensive look in his eyes.

Abba....... ”

The child next to him exclaimed, waking him up from deep thought, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the little boy.

But seeing that the child was instantly surprised and delighted, his eyes stared down without blinking, as if sensing his gaze, the child turned his head, smiled apologetically at him, and looked at the bottom of the hill again.

Yi Heng was helpless, so he had to look down.

Even if the mana can't be moved at this time, and the divine sense has not been released, the seemingly dangerous fights below are too naïve for him.

After taking a few breaths, I knew that one side was in an absolute weakness, and I was afraid that it would not take half a cup of tea to leave behind several corpses and flee in defeat.

Therefore, although his eyes were fixed downward, his thoughts did not know where to fly.

"Abba, run!"

The sound of the blades faded away, and the child's voice woke him up again, and when he opened his eyes, he saw forty or fifty horsemen, chasing and fleeing, rushing towards the end of the snowy grassland.

"Honored guest, are you from there?" to his surprise, the child was no longer afraid of him, but stood up, bowed vigorously, and asked him.

He sat up, about the height of the child, and looked at the child.