The long road seems to be endless, the rule of the Sword Sect covers a radius of 100,000 li, and the 100,000 mountains can be called endless, although the upper 10,000 zhang above it belongs to the Gangfeng layer like a moat for ordinary people, but the area between the mountains is enough for ordinary mortals to survive, and for ordinary people, what happened above the 10,000 zhang sky is too far away for them, even if there is a shocking power passing from above, they are unaware. Only a monk, with a powerful energy in his body that surpasses that of ordinary people, can see what is below in the sky.

Han Zaixin pulled a car and walked step by step, in this journey, he felt a different feeling, the boundary of his own existence, where he stopped, how broadened his horizons. Whether they are as humble as ants or strong monks who cross the heavens and the earth, they all have their own pursuits, they are constantly enriching themselves for their own goals, and they are all carrying something on their backs.

Thinking of this, Han Zai asked himself with concern, what was he carrying? He was a little unsure, was it to revitalize the family? his own family had been civilians for generations, what kind of success could be regarded as revitalizing the family? Now that he had become a monk, was it to maintain the sect? The Sword Sect was innumerable, and there were many masters, and this was not something he needed to worry about. So he just walked silently all the way, although the attitude of the Su clan towards him was so awe-inspiring, he still went his own way and acted alone. Along the way, no one talked to him, because he was a senior master, and he would only come forward to approach when he had something to report.

Gradually, the distance was measured step by step under their feet, and they approached their destination, Mt. Chihiro.

This is a high mountain thousands of feet high, and countless verdant trees grow on this peak, like a green garment worn by the mountain. Flowing water flows from the mountains and forests, nourishing this side of the mountain forest. Under the trees, the low bushes also look crisp and dripping. There are traces of human activities in this mountain forest. The mountain road winds towards this mountain from a distance, like a giant python, I don't know its length, I don't know its head and tail.

"Looking at the mountains and forests...... The trees are thick, and it is also my hometown! The stream is blue, but it can wash my feet!" There are literati singing among the mountains and forests, quite a bit of the leisurely leisure of idle clouds and wild cranes, but Han Zaixin listened to it in his ears, and felt that it was just a disease-free moan. These scholars who only think about reading poetry and books and testing their fame, Han Zaixin is the most disdainful.

He has seen countless scholars in the endless souls of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, most of them are just rhetoric, what they say, what poems and clouds, all of them are just copying their predecessors, without a trace of their own ideas, but they are just conformists, and only those Confucians who really have their own insights can stick to their own ethics at the last moment. This is reflected in the memories of the infinite souls. When scholars are facing death, most of them are in sorrow, or their own hidden desires dominate their reason, and none of them persist until the moment of real life decline.

Most of them were completely hysterical before they died, and they became hateful-looking people. And those who have their own ethics are more of the peddlers and pawns in the market, facing their wives and children, when the family is ruined and the death is imminent, but they really do what they should do as the spirit of all things.

Mt. Chihiro is not a famous mountain and a river, but among the 100,000 mountains, such a mountain is the most ordinary, and there is no aura gathering here, nor is there a steep geographical environment, so people cannot feel awe. The people here are all like this mountain, not so sharp.

One side of the water and soil supports one side of the people, and Qianxun Mountain is not a beautiful wind god, so the people here are content with the status quo, and live a quiet and peaceful life under the protection of the Sword Sect, although there are not many big people, and there are no powerful monks to leave cultivation sites, but it is more peaceful than those famous places.

The mountain is not steep, there are paths leading to the top, this world has an abundance of aura, this Chihiro Mountain is just an ordinary place, but the people who live in this environment also have abundant physical strength. These thousands of feet of high mountains are like the hills in the parks on the earth for them, and they can climb them with some perseverance and have a glimpse of the mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, there are patches of fertile fields, countless people are working in the fields, and when the farm is busy, all the farmers are waiting for the crops in the fields, which is where the family's livelihood for a year lies. Carrying a hoe and a bucket, although they are ordinary, they look so vivid. They are for their own survival, and it is also their responsibility.

It has been eighty or ninety years since the Su clan left here, and the changes in the vicissitudes of life are not just on the accumulation of endless years, and the longevity of ordinary people is not enough to support this period of time, so the traces of the Su clan here have long been submerged in people's memories, except for a few long-lived old people who still have the memory of such a big family in the depths of their memories, most of the people who have grown up in the past few decades do not know that there is such a family that has existed in this land.

Therefore, the convoy of the Su clan came from afar, passing by the Qianmo trail in the fields, which attracted the attention of many people. They looked at the convoy curiously, wondering if it was a caravan from afar or who it was. No one would think that this was a team of monks. Because the monks are all high and do not come to this ordinary little place. 、

But there were also people who saw the logo on the vehicles, which was a long sword, and on the tassel of the hilt was a blooming camellia. They vaguely remembered where they had seen it, but they couldn't remember it, they just paid attention to the group.

The farmland at the foot of the mountain used to be the land of the Su family, and these people were all tenants of their family. Now that they are back, they will have to pay an even greater price to become the masters of this land once again.

But these are all things that the Su clan needs to worry about, Han Zaixin and their task is completed, and each handed over their disciple's waist card to Su Ran, the current principal of the Su clan, and the other party attracted the true qi and activated the mark of completing the task, indicating that the disciple had completed the task. This news was updated simultaneously in the mission hall within the Sword Sect when the waist card was activated, which can be regarded as a kind of Internet use. It's just that the magic is used instead!

Han Zaixin also made the same move, completed his task, and said goodbye to the Su clan directly, there were too many thoughts in his head along the way, and his mind was not smooth, and he needed to think about it carefully. So I didn't pay attention to anyone and went on my own.

Leaving his footprints between the mountains and forests, exploring the meaning of his own existence is a proposition full of philosophical flavor, because the environment that everyone is exposed to, his own ability, and the influence of the people around him will change his perception of himself, even if the same person is absolutely not the same in the eighteen-year-old and thirty-year-old life, no one is exempt from vulgarity. Therefore, Han Zaixin's current thinking is more of an analysis of his current situation. Because he couldn't find the motivation to move forward, as a child who came out of a farmer's family, he wanted to change his family's fate, which is not difficult to accomplish now. Because he has the power of a monk.

But this thing is done, then what else is worth paying for? Achieve the pinnacle of the cultivation path? Han Zaixin doesn't feel that he can reach that step, it's not that he doesn't have self-confidence, it's that he can't get in touch with that level now, he has become an inner disciple, and the contact is only in the Lingwu realm, and occasionally one or two elders of the True Martial Realm don't understand what kind of divine power the peak cultivator has. Even though he had seen the Sword Sect Sect Leader Qing Xuanzi and the Supreme Elder Sword Void Daoist, he had not really seen the terrifying cultivation of these two masters.

Therefore, he now wants to find his own direction, in this cultivation world, if there is no goal, he can only get lost in the same place, which has been taught by countless ancestors with blood, and there are countless latecomers who will fall into it. Han Zaixin was standing on the edge of the pit, and he could fall into it at any time, and he also had the potential to step over this pit and embark on a farther journey. All this can only be realized by himself, no one can help him, maybe the person who can help him is not willing to do it now.

In his sea of consciousness, Qing Xuanzi's sword qi clone observed Han Zaixin walking in a daze as if he had lost his soul, without making a sound or giving advice, because he realized this level by himself is the most rewarding. Han Zaixin, a peerless demon, if he is enlightened under the guidance of others, then it will be considered a half-useless.

"A mountain, it's a mountain, but it's not a mountain! Because this mountain is a pile of soil, stones, flowers, trees, birds, birds, fish, insects, rivers, waterfalls, all sorts of things! Water, is it water? It doesn't seem to be ...... This seems to be a harmonious water, there are all kinds of things mixed in it, it is not water, it is not pure!But after the combination, it is thought that this is the mountain, it is water!" Han Zaixin looked at the mountain in front of him, the river at the foot of the mountain, and all kinds of thoughts flashed in his heart. He couldn't hold it, it seemed that he felt that it was only a little bit, but he didn't know how to start.

"What am I doing all this for? I am not working hard for my father, but I am not at home all these years, my father may have to do more, am I wrong? In order to become a monk, so that my father will no longer worry about the tenant rent of the Xiao family, but have I done it all these years? Now, even at this very moment, my father is still worrying about those loads of food!" Han Zai's brows furrowed, and the small trivial matter made him feel a sense of guilt like what he had done.

Because he cares, he blames himself, and because he cares in his heart, he is so distressed! Han Zaixin fell into the trap he had weaved, and he couldn't extricate himself from it! Although he had seen the reincarnation of countless people, it was only the experience of the rest of the people, not his own, and he clearly distinguished this, and no matter how much he watched, it did not mean that he could solve his own troubles.