The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is long.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the camp, he leaned on the ancient tree alone, and his expression was slightly lonely.

"It's better to be dangerous, to be a little crazy, to be uncovered...... Never afraid of lonely nights...... I am me, a person's world, there is no need to change for others......" He hummed softly in his mouth, hiding the loneliness on his face and looking up at the starry sky.

This starry sky looks so familiar, but it also faintly gives people a strange feeling.

Ridiculous suddenly remembered a passage he had heard-

A person's life is actually moving towards death from birth, and a person will die three times in his life;

The first time was at the moment of the last breath, when he was biologically condemned to death.

The second time is at the funeral, when your relatives, friends, and guests from all walks of life mourn in front of the mourning hall, and your relatives cry bitterly, you have already died in people's hearts.

As for this last time, as time passes, the people who once knew you well pass away one by one.

Years later, when the traces of your existence are completely erased from this world, you are truly dead!

However, the former absurdity did not feel much about this sentence.

Because in the eyes of a monk who has already formed a golden pill in his twenties, the so-called life and death are just moaning without illness.

But at this moment, there is no way in the dark, but it seems to have an understanding.

Maybe I'm dead on Earth, right?

I wonder if anyone else remembers me, a legendary young entrepreneur who was listed in the World Fortune Magazine?

Wild and Dao couldn't help but laugh at himself a little.

In his previous life, when he was on earth, he was born an orphan, and after the master sat down, he actually lost much attachment to that world.

He felt like a passerby, everything was fleeting, and he just wanted to ascend as soon as possible.

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the sudden Jindan catastrophe gave him a head start!

And now, after being reborn, the predecessor of the body he invaded turned out to be an orphan.

Although the predecessor Su Muyun had a short period of family affection, he soon experienced the tragedy of the whole family being wiped out.

If you really want to talk about it, there are two lives of people who are desolate, and they are orphans in both lives, I have to say that it is really miserable!

He often wondered if he was destined to be alone.

I hope that all this is just a dream, and when I wake up, I am just an ordinary person with a happy life.

But he also knew very well that this was just self-comforting, and he could only think about it.

In fact, if there really comes a day when the desolate Dao can no longer cultivate, and can only be reduced to an ordinary person, will he really be able to let go?

The answer is clearly no!

After all, who can resist the temptation of endless longevity and immortality?

Perhaps in the eyes of mortals, the monks are regarded as worldly masters, terrestrial immortals, and transcendent and extraordinary beings.

But when I think about it, the monks are concentrating on cultivation, and what they are pursuing is to change their lives against the sky, isn't this a kind of greed?

The only difference is that the monks and mortals pursue different things!

From this point of view, how can we transcend things and be born to practice?

In fact, once some roads are set along, they are destined to have no turning back, and I have to say that this is a kind of sadness......

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Suddenly, a coquettish call rang in my ears.

The desolate path outside the world woke up instantly, only to see the little county lord leaning over to look at him with a curious face, and said softly: "Are you homesick?"

At this moment, the little county lord lost his usual arrogance, and there was a faint trace of tenderness on his pretty face, and there was obvious concern in his eyes.

Could it be that I'm hallucinating?

Huang Wudao shook his head and chuckled: "Thank you for your concern! But my parents died since I was a child, and I have no home to think about." ”

His tone was flat and natural, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

But what the absurdity said is also true, whether in the past life or in this life, he is indeed an orphan, how can he talk about homesickness?

At best, it's just some disease-free moaning!

It's just that his performance, in the eyes of the little county lord, has another meaning.

"So you're so pitiful!Then the county lord won't bully you in the future!" the little county lord sat down next to the desolate road and comforted.

"Huh?" Huang Wudao suddenly smiled bitterly, turned his head and said, "Dear County Lord, are you comforting words?"

"Hmph! This county lord is kind enough to comfort you, you even dare to laugh at me!" The little county lord suddenly exploded, his pretty face turned red, and he jumped up.

"Where am I making fun of you?

"You still dare to say that this county lord is unreasonable? You wait for me, see how I clean you up later!" The little county lord was so angry that he stomped his foot fiercely, turned around and ran away.

"Your Royal Highness the county lord walks slowly! It's not good to scare the ghost in the middle of the night!"

Looking at the back of the little county lord leaving, Huang Wudao smiled freely, only to feel that the bottom of his heart was not ordinary comfort.

In fact, when the little county lord is not arrogant, it is quite cute, and if he can marry her as a wife, it seems to be a good choice.

Damn, how could I suddenly have such a terrible thought!

Akira shook his head violently, and hurriedly threw his idea out of his mind.

Don't let beauty become a stumbling block on the path of cultivation!

He closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart, 'Emptiness is color, color is emptiness', and he entered the state of cultivation.

......

The sky is clear and cloudless, and it is a good day for spring hunting.

In the depths of the dense forest, Huang Wudao sat cross-legged on the thick branches of a towering ancient tree, closing his eyes and staring.

Early in the morning, when the entire team of the county king's mansion set out and went into the mountains to hunt.

Huang Wudao took the opportunity to hide, found such a remote place, and cultivated quietly.

Proper play and relaxation can adjust the mood, but if you choke on food because of this, it will be a bit of putting the cart before the horse.

After all, at the moment, he still has to focus on meditation and cultivation, and the rest is not so important.

The breeze is light, and the branches are moving.

As he breathed away, a faint purple mist escaped from his mouth and drifted into the air.

His current cultivation speed was unexpectedly fast, and he had originally deduced that it would take at least two months to advance to the Returning Yuan Realm.

But now it seems that the time taken is about to be greatly reduced.

Perhaps, if nothing else, it will take no more than a month at most to successfully enter the Guiyuan realm.

Thinking of this, Huang Wudao couldn't help but feel a little excited.

To say that his road to building a foundation can be described as twists and turns, I really don't want to make any more extraneous branches......

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his expression froze, and he looked up at the forest in the distance...... Is that the voice of the unruly little princess?

Sensing something was wrong, he immediately retracted, then jumped down from the tree and hurried towards it......