The blue weather, the breeze drifting by, and the kind caress of the sleeves. The wind shines through the clothes, and the people who stand quietly on the lonely mountain rock.

"It's better not to come to this world. He said coldly.

"It's been three and a half months, and I've been digging about the same amount of mine. He whispered to himself

In this reckless corner, there are countless earth-colored gray sand stones.

The sand and gravel spread on the ground and covered the ground cover the original sand and gravel.

Lifting a corner, the dense forest layer by layer covers the lonely mountain of the giant valley.

The woods in the middle of nowhere, in the suburbs, could have lived comfortably. Because of the veins, no one knows where it will extend.

Perhaps the next unlucky wooded area will be born in a coincidence that is not necessarily possible.

Looking at the sky with his sword, he sighed melancholy: Now the gold mine dug is enough to be completed, and the iron pickaxe pry does not know how many times it has been repaired, and the silver mine can almost be exchanged for a lot of fun.

It's a pity that although this pickaxe is a little reluctant, it can be thrown away after all.

I just don't know why I'm always reluctant, obviously the wooden handle has long been worn out, and it's really annoying to change it, to patch it up, to repair it~

The sword is babbling a lot, and I have been lonely for a long time, and I have listened to myself when I speak.

Thinking about recalling the depressed life in the mine, the heart that I didn't want to leave had to be dull and continue to work hard.

"Tired!" said the sword wistfully.

Silently raised his hand, raised his waist and arched his back, up and down, one by one.

Work hard to earn money, and work hard to wronged yourself to suffer here.

I remember following people in, and others laughed at me for being old and ignorant. How do you say it?It seems to be ~~~

What is it?"

Suddenly said: You withered old man, even if you earn money, how long can you live? It's not fun to earn some money in the blanks. You deserve to be not a scholar, don't be delusional and want to be a monk.

"You can't get it!" said the sword suddenly, madly.

Resting the sword and looking down at the upper and lower factions, his hair is vaguely white and cloudy, and his figure is still big.

"The spirit is still okay through a little sadness", the sword is a metaphor: I can still think about enjoying this money, just as money can measure myself, then I can also experience money, close to the fun of money transactions.

At first, he didn't like to work in the mines, so he forced himself to stay, and he didn't know how long he would stay with intermittent rest.

I only know that I can't fight for the sword anymore, and I shoot the mountain, pound the hole, and pound the dirt slope! Anyway, the emotions that I can do and vent are all smashed by the sword.

After venting for a long time, I went back to the cave in a daze. Maybe he felt that there was no fun left, so he resigned himself to his fate and went into the cave to continue mining and loading money.

"The time has lasted intermittently for more than three months", and so far I haven't paid attention to the sword, and I began to want to make money and live a fun life. At least he doesn't regret it, no matter how he thinks about it, he can't tell why.

For everyone, without regrets, benevolence and righteousness.

After putting aside the sword and packing his luggage, he did not pay attention to the eyes of others and greet his untouchables.

Grab your satchel and reach out and touch the taupe wall. The last time he felt the namelessness of the cave, no one knew what he was thinking?

Maybe after this workout, I seem to know something.

He thought about it and then continued: Nameless life, nameless thought, probably someone like me, this kind of feeling that is destined to gather, and I must leave them, maybe not pain, but must be described as pain.

After putting aside the sword and sorting out the clues, he went out of the mountain gate and went straight down the hillside. Turn to the street kiosk that stopped at the intersection, break the door and enter the vast warehouse.

Follow the north gate and walk into your room. In the hall of the wide hall, there are several large statues that have been packed for a long time.

Immediately it was a handsome black golden horse, a pulped statue, deep and simple and visible.

Xu is naughty, and he put aside his sword and looked at it for a long time. Yoyo said: This is the money of casual clothes, these things are absolutely enough, and it is not in vain that I have to work hard.

Put the sword on the head, two in one hand. The ring finger and middle finger of the left hand and the right hand are all hooked to the heavy statue.

For a while, the momentum of the sword pulling out the mountain, raising his feet out of the warehouse, the road, and the street pavilion.

Feeling the fresh air, the heaviness of the hand holding the sword seemed to be a lot lighter.

Look up at the sky and look up at your thoughts. It's probably going to take a long time to go back.

"Time is gradually passing", and it has been more than half a month since he left the mine.

The sword ran wildly in the wind, and the smoke faintly gathered on his shoulder. Qi and speed cannot be left for a moment.

The umami of the pine on the coast is not far away, and the distance between the sword and the sea is getting closer and closer.

Standing on the high ground, looking at its sea in the distance. Most of the intoxication is when you are tired and relaxed, and the distance of the engrave view produces the illusion of beauty.

Stretching to the shore, he happened to meet a young kun lazily lying on the seashore napping.

Even when he found out about the arrival of the sword, the young kun seemed to ignore it.

It is the right way to force yourself to get up and go home and sleep quickly.

Kunpeng spreads its wings~

Fly your wings and get ready to return to the surface.

When he saw this spectacle, he immediately realized that he could let the young kun take him home.

I'm going to use the token given by Zhao Gao to borrow Kun to go home, and now it seems that it's not troublesome. After all, Zhao Gao is also a foreign land in the Northland, and it is okay for Zhao Gao himself, but I, an outsider, can't talk about the guilt.

Jian hurriedly persuaded the young kun, saying that he could give you some money, and even if he didn't grow up, he could enjoy good food and service in the future.

The sword that stopped in front of Kunpeng didn't seem to notice that Kunpeng, which was so big that it was five floors high, was a little unusual. "Thinking that the elders in the family still have to come out to work, I can experience it now."

Just do it, Kunpeng opened his hand and swung the sword away.

Although the sword was deliberately let Kunpeng, it has to be said that the strength of the young Kunpeng is outstanding.

hurriedly put aside the sword where the money was revealed, and suddenly thought that it might have been given to Kunpeng, and the money he had not had enough money to enjoy when he went home.

hurriedly explained to Kunpeng that he had something to do. Leave all the money for Kunpeng to keep, and agree to come to the parade every seven days after half a year.

If I'm here, we'll go back together, and if I'm not, you'll continue to travel every seven days. It is not until two months later that you can leave some of the money and then not come and write it off.

After the discussion, he put aside his sword and passed away.

It didn't take long for the sword to turn around and stop Kunpeng. I thought that I could let Kunpeng take him to the mine, and by the way, test Kunpeng's ability.

Kunpeng is also good at talking, leaning into the sea, letting the sword sea attach itself to his back.

"Squeak, squeak", Kunpeng flapped its wings, moved into the sea, and then rose into the sky.

However, I arrived at the mine in two or three days to experience the convenience brought by the young kun, and at the same time, I thought that the young kun was too young to withstand being exposed for too long.

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and I automatically consciously thought of the boredom of returning to the mine to work, which was depressed for a while and bitter for a while.

simply ruthlessly came down and used the gas technique to stir up the waves and mountains.

For a while, "the black wind rose", and the sword was vented with all his strength.

Use your own power to create a connection with the gas between heaven and earth, and the qi is like waves in an instant.

Annoyed when he thought of work, he simply threw away the tools. didn't say anything, and didn't deal with the gold mine that was overturned just now, so he threw everything down and turned back with Kunpeng.

Kunpeng, who was watching, was speechless for a while, and he couldn't even find a reason to say that he was talking about putting aside his sword.

At this point, Kunpeng returned with his sword.

And after shelving the sword and being negative, he understood that forcing himself would only make everyone sick.

Even the people you expect will be forgotten, and perhaps doing what you can is the result and limit of this world.

The things I wanted, the things I wanted, and the expectations, were not there.

Maybe someday in the future, at some time, it will appear in my world for a short time.

I tried too hard, but I forgot that there is always a limit, not necessarily my own, maybe someone else's, I can't relate.

Ahhhh

Goodbye, see you next time.

After finishing thinking about it, the sword and Kunpeng disappeared into the sky together, and there was a rising sun together, and the juxtaposition was like a poem.