Yunmo had never felt that the mountain road of this Qingyun Mountain was so difficult to walk, just as he had never felt that this Qingyun Mountain Range was so towering and endless.

Although he behaved extremely freely in front of Su Ru and Da Zhufeng, only he knew the bitterness in Yunmo's heart, and that inexplicable sense of fate constantly impacted his will, so that although he couldn't stop cheering himself up, he inevitably had some kind of powerless frustration in his heart.

He knew all this, made so many efforts, and caused such a big change, but everything seemed to be like a private passenger bus, although the distance was thousands of miles away from the official route, but after a big circle, he finally returned to a destination that had already been determined.

It is as if everything happens in reverse, as if there is an authoritative will that determines the occurrence of the result in advance, while other processes are derived from this fixed result.

For Yunmo, however, all his efforts seemed to be a joke - not only did it not achieve any of the desired results, but also seemed to have played a certain role in the course of all events - his crippled right arm and broken dantian added a sad and ironic touch to himself.

He couldn't accept it, and he really couldn't figure it out: obviously he and Lu Xueqi had known each other since childhood, and there was already an inexplicable but tacit understanding between the two, but why did she suddenly look sideways at Zhang Xiaofan, could it be better for him to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood if she was struck by thunder? Obviously, Xiao Baguio has never experienced a tragic incident at home again, and her parents live happily, but she is inclined to ** silk men like Zhang Xiaofan? Obviously, she has countless opportunities to change the outcome of everything, but why does the superposition of these countless efforts return everything to the original point? Happiness is obviously very close to him, but why was he suddenly thrown into the abyss?

All of this was too weird and ridiculous for him to believe, but it made him faintly have a ridiculous thought in his heart: Is there really a powerful existence that can influence the general trend of the world, and all the scripts have been written in advance, such as saints, and then ...... Heaven.

This thought was fleeting in his mind, but it was like a thorn firmly rooted in his heart, making him can't help but have a small gray emotion.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he was still in another world, he was still in the other world, in order to break through the level of Qi refining. Looking back now, he feels that those gray years were really the happiest time of his life - at least at that time, he always had a clear goal in life, and he always had hope even after failure. But when I really stepped into this magical world and got a super high starting point, I felt so powerless.

His fate seems to have drawn a big circle, and cultivation has not changed his fate, whether he lives on Qingyun Mountain or in a university dormitory, he can't control his fate in the palm of his hand.

It's a terrible feeling. Therefore, Yunmo, out of some kind of venting or distraction, did not fly in the sky as usual, but walked down the mountain step by step along the mountain road.

Qingyun Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, the peaks and peaks are undulating, there are seven peaks at the highest, towering into the clouds, only to see the white clouds surrounding the mountainside in the flat day, do not know the true face of the mountaintop. Qingyun Mountain is densely forested, waterfalls and strange rocks, rare birds and beasts, there are many in all, the scenery is dangerous and strange, the world is famous.

However, it is a pity that Yunmo has practiced in the mountains for many years, but he has not visited such scenic spots carefully. Now I walk step by step in the mountains, through the clouds, over the jungle, across the stream, in the clear spring, in the cliffs, eating and drinking, but I have my own freedom in the chest. He saw that this Qingyun Mountain has been majestic after several twists and turns, saw the mountain wind whistling and the clouds changed, and saw the heartfelt happiness and happiness of the panda Xiaoxiao, and somehow dissipated the depression in his chest a little.

Yunmo is an open-minded person, or he has a lot of nerves, and if he can't figure out something, he asks his surname not to drill the tip of the horns, although his heart is still depressed, but he can temporarily put these gray emotions behind, and let go of his mind and happily make a mess with the little madness, so that he left the mountain gate for two full days, but in fact, he has not yet stepped out of the range of the Qingyun Mountain Range.

Meizi took a big bite of the fresh wild fruit that the panda picked out of nowhere, Yunmo walked freely in the forest without hurrying, the sun passed through the layers of leaves and imprinted dappled light and shadow on his body, the tip of his nose sniffed the strange smell of some leaves in the air, and there was an indescribable sense of leisure in his heart, so that he faintly had a faint contradictory thought in his heart - he wanted to find a solution to his injuries as soon as possible, but he was greedy for this kind of carefree, stress-free and trouble-free and comfortable life.

Although he clearly knew in his heart that his current self was destined to be difficult to enjoy this kind of leisure, and he would eventually have to face everything that followed, but the human heart was so strange, the more he knew what did not belong to him, the more he had to fight for it; he knew that the years would pass soon, but he wanted to stay in love for it more-Yunmo vaguely remembered that in the world where he first lived, he named this kind of psychology: procrastination.

"Rustling ......" a burst of trees shaking leaves.

Fang ran wildly for a while, and I don't know which forest to hide into, the panda Xiao Xiao "Hula" parted from the bushes and came out. Yunmo glanced lazily, and saw that this thing was carrying a big unknown fruit in his arms, and ran back with a smile on his face, and turned into a shadow and rushed to Yunmo's shoulder, Yunmo hurriedly stretched out his left arm to hold it firmly, and let the goods first stuff the bright red fruit into his mouth and hold it, and then familiarly stretched out his warm and dexterous little tongue to greet his left ear.

A hot stream spread from the ears with a tingling comfort, swimming all over the body along the spine, Yunmo took the fruit in his mouth and did not bite it, rubbed the little fluffy fat face with the side face, and took a leisurely step to continue walking down the mountain. After a while, I heard a thin and dense "purring" sound in my ears, but the little guy was tired of playing and fell asleep in Yunmo's arms.

Feeling a faint hot wind on the left side, Yunmo suddenly realized that he seemed to have not been so affectionate with Xiaoxiao for a long time, and he hadn't played with it for a long time, and the little guy was so excited for the past two days, I am afraid that it was not only because the environment of the mountains and forests was in line with its natural surname, but also because it was rare for him to play with it so openly. Thinking of this, Yunmo suddenly felt a little sad, pinched his fingers and calculated that he would be in retreat for five years, and after leaving the customs, he was busy running around, and he really didn't communicate with it intimately, I don't know how lonely the little guy's heart will be for such a long time.

Yunmo suddenly remembered Lu Xueqi, Su Ru, and the senior brothers on the mountain, he didn't seem to have communicated with them for a long time, just like he didn't know when Lu Daxin broke through the imperial object, he didn't know how Tian Ling'er secretly developed with Qi Hao, and he didn't know how worried Su Ru was in his heart. At this moment, Yunmo suddenly really felt that he had failed completely, and he failed to change the general trend of the world on the outside, and he ignored the scenery around him on the inside.

It was as if everything he did was a "mistake"!

Tightly wrapping his small arm, Yunmo walked towards with seven points of depression and three points of laziness.

At this time, a bright sunshine sprinkled all over the body, the woods of Qingyun Mountain had come to an end, and as far as the eye could see, Heyang City stood tall.