Spent the night on the top of the mountain.

When the eastern sky turned white, Ma Ping opened his eyes.

By this time he had regained his composure, and was no longer as eager as he had been yesterday.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes squinted slightly at the white sky in the distance, and his heart was indescribably free and relaxed.

Seeing sex is merit, equality is virtue.

This is really good, if I could have figured it out earlier, I wouldn't have taken so many detours.

Some people may say that if you are a traverser, holding the system in your arms, and catching a few little demons and ghosts casually, you can become a realm that most people can't reach in their lifetime!

That's it, I'm embarrassed to say that I took a detour!?

You've taken a detour, so what are the other indigenous monks?

Age to live to a dog?

For this question, Ma Ping will say with great certainty:

Yes, there have been quite a few detours!

So where are the detours? There must be a statement or evidence!

This detour, or misunderstanding, is the mentality!

It may be the discomfort of the newly reborn, but it is more likely to be the influence of the system!

Here's a catch:

What kind of occasion in real life is to complete the tasks given to you by others, you can get experience (merit points), and then you can level up when you have experience?

Games, of course!

Yes, the game!

It is precisely because of this illusion caused by the system that Ma Ping has not really integrated into this world in the past few months of rebirth!

He is completely in a state of mind to play a single-player game strategy, in life:

I want to upgrade!

I'm going to take on the task, brush the task!

I want to farm!

Hehe, take life as a strategy, treat the world as a game, and see the sentient beings in the world as game characters!

Taoists say that if you don't enter the WTO, you can't be born!

In the same way, how can you be detached from a world when you can't fit in?

This is the conclusion that Ma Ping came to after thinking about it for a night.

This kind of mentality will not be too disturbing in the early stage.

But as his skills deepen and his cultivation progresses, sooner or later it will become his bottleneck, blocking his ascending channel!

"Then let's start blending in today!"

At this time, the sun had come out, and the vermilion fireball was floating in the colorful glow.

Ma Ping smiled and stood up:

"It looks like it's going to rain again today~"

Patting his clothes, he turned around and headed down the mountain.

When descending the mountain, he did not choose to fly straight down, but walked down step by step.

He wants to measure this mountain with his feet, and take a good look at the world by the way!

Some time ago, he was too utilitarian, and his mind was full of tasks.

But I never thought about whether I could slow down and not be in such a hurry!

He is now a high-ranking monk, with a two-hundred-year-old Yang Shou.

And even if he dies now, the soul of a high-level monk can go straight to heaven.

When the time comes, there will be a thousand years of longevity!

So, what was he so eager for?

In that case, even if he is really immortal in the end, is he still him?

There were no more doubts in his heart, Ma Ping walked down step by step with a faint smile on his face.

In the vast green mountains, a carefree and slender figure is so eye-catching!

It's like a moving ink painting, smart and freehand!

The mountains here are not isolated, but undulating mountains.

Binh Duong is mountainous, and the county seat is built on a traffic artery.

As you descend the mountain road, the slope gradually becomes gentler and the trees become denser and denser.

Half-tall sedges, mugwort like hemp, blocking the path ahead.

Since he wanted to appreciate the style, he didn't plan to use mana, but learned from Zhang Shusheng's example and broke a branch as a walking stick.

I saw him wielding his cane at will, and the bushes and grass blocking the way seemed to be ordered to get out of the way on both sides.

It's not mana, it's just that after the cultivation is reached, you know where the weaknesses of all things are by feeling.

easily knocked off the blocked grass and trees, Ma Ping's speed is naturally not comparable to a scholar like Zhang Lu.

He traveled all the way.

When I saw the stream in the forest, the sound of the water lapping on the embankment on both sides of the bank wet the cloth shoes of the Taoist priest.

Then I saw a tall old tree, with a stem thick enough for five people to wrap around, and it stood there quietly like that.

There is also a beautiful valley, the green grass is like a mat, the breeze blows, the waves are green, and in this green sea, there are all kinds of flowers dotted, white, yellow, red, blue!

......

There are all kinds of scenes, but all the scenes he sees have slowly turned into food in his heart.

He felt his estrangement from the world rapidly fade and dissolve.

The corners of the mouth slowly curled:

"In another month, you can really integrate into the world!"

As soon as his heart struck, he sang aloud:

“

Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves,

Why don't you groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane and mango shoes are lighter than horses,

Who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life.

The spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up,

slightly cold,

The hill is obliquely illuminated but welcomed.

Looking back at the bleak place,

Return

There is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine.

”

The song is like the wind passing through the clouds, and it passes through the leaves and forests like this.

Suddenly, the sound of singing, the wind, and the sound of leaves lapping against each other converged, and a natural feeling was revealed.

This song was written by the sage Su Gongshi in the previous life, and it was called "A Rain of Smoke and Rain".

Ma Ping didn't know what kind of mood Su Gong was in when he composed the song, but he felt that the song was so appropriate at this time, accurately depicting his mood:

"Hahaha~"

Not far from Ma Ping, there is a stone pavilion, and there are two elders in brocade clothes in the pavilion at this time.

At this time, the elder wearing the embroidered dragon colorful cloud robe, with a majestic and solemn face, stroked his beard and said:

"The one who sings this song is not a layman, but I can see it"

The other elder was dressed in blue clothes, his forehead was high, and his face was strange.

Wen Yan frowned, but he didn't speak.

The majestic elder smiled to himself, and ordered the silver-armored guard on the side:

"Go and invite the person who just sang to come here."

The silver-armored guard bowed and turned to leave.

Ma Ping was half-squatting on the edge of a deep pool at this time, holding a handful of water to wash his face.

On one side of the deep pool is a waterfall, which is very high, and the water hits the stones and scatters the flowers.

Ma Ping washed his face, then drank a few more sips of water before standing up.

Arrangements after the mental planning:

"There is no need to take on the task anymore"

"The key to merit is now known, and it has nothing to do with the so-called task release"

"Only the number and size are the core!"

Just as he was thinking about things, a young general in silver armor came over and asked:

"Was that what you were singing?"

Ma Ping arched his hand:

"It's the poor road, I don't know what the general has to do?" He could already see that people were not ordinary people.