In the Jedi, his heart is still bright.

To live is his light.

The pace was already unsteady under his feet, and the boy slowly crawled forward on the ground, and the huge pit blocked his path, which was bypassed from the side.

His face twitched violently, almost contorted, and the sweat pulled a long trail on the ground, but it wasn't enough to moisten the grass and soothe the wounds.

A drop of sweat dripped into the giant pit, quickly mixed with blood, and those mixed salt stains slowly precipitated and adsorbed on the wound, which is the salt sprinkled on the wound, but the horse was sprinkled by himself.

The boy was lying on the ground and trembling, he didn't know if he would change anything if he crawled over, but he knew he had to do something.

So he worked hard.

In the past year, the habit of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days has been deeply planted in his heart, he may never be the kind of hard-working teenager, but this does not mean that he will give up the hope of survival, and the laziness of life and the pursuit of survival have never conflicted.

These are two concepts.

Every falling rock was a huge injury, so it seemed that he might not be able to climb in front of the mountain.

The falling rocks kept falling.

But the autumn wind began to warm up, caressing his clothes and blowing through his wounds.

The sweat on the ground was blown to the ground by the moist warm wind, and a withered yellow grass root greedily sucked the nectar, breaking through the ground that weighed on the overhead, and began to sprout.

The roots grow rapidly, the leaves begin to plump, and grass seeds slide off the leaves.

Those newborn grass seeds were blown away by the moist warm wind, rolling, and deep into the soil.

At a very fast speed, it breaks through the layer of seed coat that wraps itself, and the taproot is formed in the ground, growing downward and elongating upward.

A delicate green shoot pierced the dirt and began to dance gently in the warm wind, spreading rapidly.

In this very short period of time, the teenager seems to have crossed the cold of autumn and winter, and directly ushered in the warmth of spring.

The picture seemed familiar to his mind, endless, endless.

Lying on the ground and turning his head, the barren earth grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the earth became no longer barren, and the devastation began to gradually flatten.

But he couldn't figure out where all this power came from.

What life needs for it to grow is water and light.

Looking down, the boy smiled, the whole land was already soaked with sweat as he crawled.

As for the light, the hope in their hearts is the light that supports their growth, and like the boys, the grass roots in the ground do not want to be buried in the soil like this.

Then there is only hard work, try to live.

In other words, those unyielding grassroots come from their unyielding self.

As for where that warm and humid wind came from, and what was going on with this terrible growth rate, Xu Changan didn't have the heart to think about it carefully.

The speed at which the mountain is falling has been stopped, and it has gradually stabilized, as if there is a pillar supporting the mountain. But the falling rocks still kept rolling down from the top of their heads.

As if in anger, a huge stone slipped from the top of the hill and smashed in front of the boy, crushing the newborn weeds back into the dirt, green juice everywhere.

The spring breeze kept blowing, and the boy clearly saw that in front of him, the weeds were spreading rapidly, taking root, budding, and growing in that huge pit.

A weed quickly withered and ended its life, and the yellow blades of grass turned into new spring mud, filling those huge wounds.

The second weed begins to grow on the new soil, then the third, and so on.

Until the pit was filled, until this barren meadow was full of green, it was very gratifying to look at, but this meadow only had those wild grasses, and not a single wheat seedling could grow.

There seem to be two forces in the body of a young man, one for support and the other for growth.

It's just that the growth rate is inevitably too fast.

Now it's not just pain, it's also itchy, and the broken wound is itchy like new flesh.

The boy struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spilled it on the ground around him, blood and grass fused together.

It seems that he felt the unwillingness in the young man's heart, and swayed gently.

Xu Changan walked away from the weeds under his feet and walked towards the bare mountain, his eyes full of disdain.

In Sifang City, Yang Hejiu once asked himself if he wanted to live, Xu Changan's thoughts were very speechless, and his answer was so natural. It was even a little strange why the serious-looking young man would ask such an indecent word, he thought that everyone wanted to live.

But when he was seriously injured and went to Beicheng, Lin Pinggui came back to ask him if he still wanted to live.

The intense pain would put an end to many people's hopes of wanting to live, but the boy's answer at that time was that if he could live, he would live.

It was precisely this question and answer that made Xu Changan begin to understand a little bit what Yang Hejiu wanted to ask himself at that time.

Yang Hejiu was not good at words, so he didn't ask the question he wanted to ask, but the young man's answer made him see the answer he wanted.

Yang Hejiu is good at observing, observing those perfections or imperfections, Xu Changan did not have a trace of imperfection in his eyes when answering this question, this is Yang Hejiu's choice.

That's why he offered to accept Xu Chang'an as his student, and he gave the black sword to this young man who had just met for a long time.

Yang Hejiu's real question should not be whether you want to live or not, but how much do you want to live?

To live is the right, and to live is to pursue, to pursue the right to live.

Few people can surpass Yang Hejiu when he was a child, and his middle finger is the best proof of this. So when he found out that there was another person in this world who wanted to live like himself, he had a reason to help this young man.

Not sympathy, not pity, but need and need.

If you need it, and I can help you, I'll help you.

The reason is so simple. It's so simple that it shouldn't happen in this world.

Yang Hejiu did not regret the choice he made, Xu Changan's answer to life may not be perfect, but what he is doing now is extremely perfect.

It is precisely because of these perfections that this piece of vitality can be brought under our feet.

Even though he was devastated, Xu Changan still climbed out of a sweaty road, even if the pain was like Ling Chi, he still struggled towards the mountain.

He would frown, cry tears from great pain, and be afraid, even frightened, even frightened, all of which showed that he was only a ten-year-old child.

The right to life never rests with age. Like this weed, rockfalls on the top of the mountain do not change their fall position just because there is a seedling on the ground, and those seedlings do not give up their growth because of the size of the boulder.

Every time a boulder falls, a huge pit will be smashed into the land, but with each pit formed, the weeds that have nowhere to grow will instantly spread like stitches, batch after batch of non-stop growth, then wither, turn into mud, and grow again.

Until the vacancies are filled.

The boy faced the falling rocks above his head, and every time the boulder fell under his feet, he would pause, and the strong repair power did not mean that he would never feel those injuries again, the pain would accumulate, he was just persevering.

After the pause, he immediately took another step, gritting his teeth to make sure he didn't fall here.

The spring breeze is blowing non-stop, and the weeds are struggling to grow and sway, as if to cheer up the teenager.

Now the young man's eyes are not only painful, but also disdainful, and those eyes are unusually bright and full.

His heart has been filled with light again, a bright moon.

It seemed as if a long time had passed, and by the time the boy came to the bare mountain, the rockfalls had long since become less dense.

Xu Changan squatted down gently, plucked a weed and put it in the palm of his hand, looked down at the grass surrounding the mountain, and then looked up at the mountain that was still barren, spat on it fiercely, and scolded through gritted teeth: "Phew!

Suddenly came back to his senses, rubbed his eyebrows lightly with one free hand, and said to himself a little depressed: "This seems to be my mountain ......"

Looking at the spit at the foot of the mountain, he picked up the weeds in his hand and blew them gently, and the grass seeds floated to the spit, quickly taking root on the hard rock, but they could not go deeper, only attached to the surface, and could not spread up at all.

This is the most troublesome step, the warm and humid spring breeze does not blow the top of the mountain, and without these weeds it is like an unstable volcano, and God knows when it will erupt again.

Bi Siqian is right, this mountain is indeed as difficult as a moat for himself.

You can go against the trend, but you can't go against the sky, this mountain is really heaven for a teenager.

Thinking of this, the boy did not choose to give up, but poured urine on the foot of the mountain, and re-scattered the grass seeds in his hand, although the weeds began to grow, they still could not climb the rock.

As if to make fun of the boy, two dots appeared in the air, spinning like two whirlpools in the sea just now, quickly sucking the moisture contained in the air.

At this time, Xu Changan knew that the two water columns just now were indeed real, and he also understood what was going on with the warm and humid spring breeze.

The two re-formed columns of water began to entangle with each other on this mountain, climbing up to the top of the mountain!

But the spring breeze no longer moved, and the exploding grass seeds still stayed on the green and tender grass blades, and could no longer be blown by the wind, and could not continue to grow if they did not fall into place.

Seeing this, Xu Changan hurriedly spread out his hands and used his greatest strength to blow the grass seeds in his two hands towards the mountain.

The grass seeds were blown by the boy, and they spread with two columns of water that circled the mountain upwards.

The picture is spectacular, with two swimming snakes carrying the grass seeds blown by the boy, winding from both sides of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Everywhere you go, the barren mountains quickly turn green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A boulder on the top of a mountain was about to fall, and countless weeds took deep roots in the crevice, as if forming a large green net, which stopped the boulder alive and made it impossible to fall again.

The two snakes climbed to the top of the mountain at the same time, re-transformed into two points at the top, and kept rotating over the top of the mountain, echoing from afar, complementing each other, and then exploding instantly!

It's raining.

Although it is autumn, this rain is spring rain.