When I saw their mountainsides, I became more confident that I had surpassed them, and I began to grow many different kinds of trees, but my favorite was the peach blossom tree.

Probably because of my thoughts, more and more peach blossom trees grew on my body, and finally a blooming peach garden was born above my head.

As I got taller, I had new doubts about the colder it was and the colder it was to survive in the colder places.

One day I will grow taller than all the other mountains, and by that time they will wither and die as they once were.

But I was soon relieved that although they were also peach blossoms, they were definitely not the ones that accompanied me when I was lonely.

Now that things are wrong, I don't have to think too much about them, just grow up, and when I get close to the height of the sun, they will definitely grow again.

Then I will be able to give them the most fertile land, and make them the most beautiful flowers in the land.

So I chose to continue to grow taller, and I did whatever it took to get taller, even if I absorbed all the nutrients on them, as long as I could breathe better air and get more rain and dew.

I don't know how many years passed, but I finally grew into the tallest of these peaks.

I began to have birds and beasts that none of them had, and they were moving around my body all day and night, sometimes helping each other, sometimes fighting each other, and I felt very strange at that time, I could not understand their contradictory behavior, let alone the meaning of their lives.

Compared to me, their lives are as short as a fleeting moment, and there is nothing eternal and profound left in this world, and I feel sad while I consider them lucky.

As long as the mountain sits there, someone will always see it.

But those creatures who live in the mountains, who never see the color of the sky, keep their ears high all day long, and keep their eyes on their guard, lest they lose everything in the next moment.

I gradually saw my own shadow in them, they bit each other for survival of the fittest, and they had to eat each other's limbs and bones to survive, which was cruel and I didn't like it.

I've not liked things that fade easily since I was born, and this may be my blind pride as a behemoth.

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Speaking of this, Tianyi Zhenren suddenly picked up the wine jug and drank a lot, looking a little generous and a little nostalgic.

Su Wu has been sucked away by this story of a real person, and he feels a little like a world away, and he has now become a pure listener. At this moment, he had completely forgotten the identity of the young man in front of him, and only remembered that he was a mountain, a mountain that could keep growing taller.

"Brother Shan, how did you become a person later, and you became a world-famous giant again?" Su Wu asked with some curiosity, he also took a few big sips of peach blossom wine, and for a while he was drunk and gradually became drunk, and his courage became much greater, and he directly called Tianyi Zhenren Brother Shan.

Tianyi suddenly seemed to have changed back into that naughty child, suddenly stuck out his tongue, and said a little jokingly: "Good brother, don't worry, the fun is still to come, let's drink first." ”

So the two exchanged cups, and Su Wu finally raised his head, and looked at Tianyi Zhenren for a few breaths before retracting his gaze.

"You're so good-looking. After a while, Su Wu praised Tianyi from the bottom of his heart, which made the latter laugh for a while.

Now that I drank the wine and finished chatting about the day, the only thing left is Tianyi's unfinished story.

The story continues.

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There are always some clouds that want to cover the sky, because the sky is infinite, so the clouds are also infinite, and how high the sky is, how far the clouds will be, and how long the years will be.

All the lengths in the world must not be as long as the river of years, which is the length of eternity.

I haven't counted how many years I've lived in this world, but I know it must be longer than a thousand years.

I've been growing upwards for more than a thousand years, but my heart is not old, and the clouds above my head are connected to the clouds, but all I wonder is what lies behind them.

The more curious I became, the more desperate I became, and I fell into distress again, meditating every day, but I couldn't think of anything useful.

By this time I had become the tallest mountain in the world, and countless higher than all the others.

The peach blossoms in full bloom above their heads eventually withered, and the cold wind finally destroyed them into dead branches and leaves, and finally melted into the dirt.

I grieve for them, but my heart has grown old, and I no longer have the strength to climb up.

I've gone through too many cloud collapses, but I haven't seen the glittering golden ball that others call it.

I suddenly felt a little sad about myself, the world was so big, but I could only watch from afar, and I couldn't move, and no one could say anything to me, because I couldn't speak and had no friends.

Day after day, I languished and covered in twilight all day long, with no hope for tomorrow.

I wanted to die, but I couldn't.

Until one day, I finally discovered a very interesting new thing, and that is mortals.

The first mortal I saw was a man who refused to admit that he was mortal, and I seemed to be able to understand what he was saying, but I couldn't talk to him.

But I think he's funny, because he's really not just a mortal.

Because a person with a normal head would not want to climb a mountain, he was not the same, he seemed to be deeply attracted by my towering peak at the first sight of me, and he exclaimed loudly: "It turns out that mountains can grow so tall." ”

"I want to climb up and see. "He was like a little ant crawling around, looking left and right at my feet, looking for a place to climb.

I thought he was funny, and I thought he was pathetic.

It's funny how someone would be so bored as to climb my world's tallest mountain for no purpose, and sadly he will never meet me at the top.

That's what I thought in my heart. I like to see him as a joke, as a joke about how embarrassed he is after falling again and again at the foot of my huge mountain.

Ten years passed like this, and he lived by eating tree roots and chewing grass and trees, and I felt him getting lighter and lighter, but I couldn't feel his depression.

Because he climbed higher and higher every time, although he accidentally slipped to the bottom again and again, he was never depressed, but he was very excited.

He was excited that every time he climbed up, he could see different trees, and he would be delighted to cross even one more shrub.

After another ten years, he was able to cross my foothills, but he was already old.

He is no longer a teenager, he has become a middle-aged man with a beard on his face as the years go by, and his body is full of scars cut from the fall, which seem to cover his whole body.

I have to say that I was a little moved, I saw the great power of mortals, and I saw a belief that was even stronger than mine.

Perhaps I was wrong, and I began to believe that he could get to my head, and my heart began to shake violently, but I remained indifferent.

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Another ten years have passed, and the black-haired boy who used to be in his forties has completely dyed his hair white by the wind and frost of time.

But he was almost touching my mountainside, and even though his hair was gray and his face was old, his limbs still looked powerful, and his climbing speed was getting faster and faster.

He might really come up on top of my head, and let a little thing as humble as an ordinary ant crawl on my head, and it makes me feel pain when I think about it, so I have to climb too, I want to climb to the sky, even if I never see that round of fireballs, it doesn't matter, I must win this small and humble life.

I continued to grow like crazy day and night, and began to cross layer upon layer of clouds, and that's when I felt that I was indeed alive.

Only something that is constantly changing can be considered life, otherwise it is just a dead thing.

I think I'm going to compete with the height of this heavenly dome, I'm going to break through this sky, I'm going to look outside the sky, I hope this little thing can catch up with me, we will definitely want to see it in the world outside the sky, maybe that world is no longer our world.

After another twenty years, the little thing that climbed every day suddenly stopped moving, and I think he probably died.

Sure enough, even if I live a tenacious life, I can't avoid the fate of a lifetime, and my heart is a little empty, but I still have to continue to grow out of the sky.

My life is infinite, and no matter how high the sky is, one day I will pierce it.

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One day, a hundred years later, the weak creature halfway up my mountain suddenly moved again, this time faster and easier than before.

He seems to have completed an important metamorphosis from death to life in the past 100 years, and I am happy for him, but at the same time I feel a lot of pressure.

His appearance has changed back to the youthful appearance of when I first met him, and time seems to have left no trace on him, but it has left many marks on me.

In the past 100 years, before I know it, I have grown too much taller, and the mountainside that used to be has become the foot of the mountain again, I am moving, but he is not moving.

In fact, he is moving, and he is moving far more than I am, and he seems to have extended his life to the same length as I do—eternity.

He received eternal life in my body.

The boy seems to have gained the greatest and greatest harvest in the past few decades, and he has finally faded away from his mortal body and become an immortal in the mouth of his kind.

Immortals, from mortal dust.