nownovels 120 Line Wanli Road
120 Line Wanli Road
In the twilight of the setting sun.
A tall, middle-aged man with an indifferent expression walked slowly from afar.
He walked unhurriedly, as if he was taking a leisurely walk in the courtyard to measure the road of thousands of miles he had traveled.
Originally, there were no roads on the earth.
But after the middle-aged people passed by, a Tongtian Dao was automatically formed.
Ziyang has been following the middle-aged man far away.
He has been observing the middle-aged man continuously for a long time.
The other party seems ordinary, but it seems to be back to basics, the elephant is invisible.
Every time he walks side by side with the other party, before he knows it, his body will fall half a beat, and then get farther and farther away.
Each step of the opponent may produce golden lotus, or open wind and rain, or be ordinary.
Every time Ziyang came back to his senses, the other party had gone far, far away, leaving only a back for him to keep chasing.
The middle-aged man didn't use magic at all, and he walked extremely seriously.
Concentrate on, without distraction.
Ziyang has an illusion that in the eyes of the other party, there is no difference between himself and the stones and weeds on the ground.
He is both a stone and an ant.
Ziyang knew it instantly.
He himself is not in the opponent's eyes at all.
not eye-catching~
Although disappointed, Ziyang knew that this was his only chance at the moment.
If you want to set foot on the avenue, you must keep up with this Power.
Ziyang was afraid that the other party would get angry, so he never dared to approach the other party again.
He just walked slowly, following behind the other party respectfully, hanging from a distance.
If the other party stops, he stops.
The other party continued to walk, and he followed behind.
When the other party meditates, he meditates in a dignified manner.
Although Ziyang doesn't know how to practice yet.
In this way, I don't know how many days have passed.
One night, Ziyang inexplicably felt his body was extremely light.
The hair of the whole person is opened, as if an inexplicable cool breath is gradually generated in the body.
From then on, Ziyang continued to walk with the middle-aged man, and when measuring the land, his body never felt tired, tired, and his steps faltered.
His steps are gradually approaching those of the middle-aged man, becoming more and more similar, but they still lack the essence.
The sun is rising and the purple light is coming from the east. The middle-aged man finished his overnight meditation and got up to continue walking.
Walk at sunrise and rest at sunset.
The Taoism of middle-aged people seems to be integrated with the Dao of heaven and earth, and Taoism is natural.
Ziyang finally realized that the opponent's way is the supreme way, the way leading directly to True Immortal. The pace of the opponent is one with the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon walk together.
During the time he followed the middle-aged man, he went from being anxious, to eager to try, to being indifferent, to understanding the world.
Gradually, Ziyang can really feel the special energy in his body. He is very sure that he has never practiced any Taoism, but now he has Magic power.
In the morning of the spiritual world, there is no such busy traffic in the bustling metropolis, but only the fragrance of soil and flowers, and the hard-won tranquility.
The pace of middle age is not too fast, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and the distance varies.
Although Ziyang has been cleansed, he is still mortal with the naked eye, and he can't see the specific changes in the middle-aged man's steps.
But he is willing to use his brain and try to let himself step on the footprints left by the other party.
Taking pictures of cats and drawing tigers, learning how to walk in Handan.
As a result, the essence was lost, and the minister became four different.
Every time a middle-aged person walks, there seems to be a road in it, which will not hurt ants or flowers.
However, Ziyang himself stepped on the flowers, plants and ants every time.
That's it, day after day.
He doesn't fall into the eyes of middle-aged people, but he has always followed closely.
then.
On the wild and desolate land of the spiritual world, there is a middle-aged man who measures the land, and a toddler who follows closely.
Ziyang's purpose is to learn everything about the other party.
such as walking, sitting, exhaling, inhaling
As time passed, Ziyang almost forgot himself.
He completely turned himself into a shadow hanging far behind the middle-aged man.
When the opponent moves, he moves.
If the opponent stops, he stops.
If the opponent puts his right foot first, he will put his right foot first.
They are almost completely one person.
However, every step of the middle-aged man, every time, is full of charm.
But Ziyang himself, every step, every time, but only form.
In this way, in a trance, a month passed.
Today, Ziyang followed the middle-aged man through a small tribe.
At this time, the tribe of about a thousand people knelt on the ground, weeping loudly and mourning endlessly.
While Ziyang was still wondering, the middle-aged man he was following had already stepped forward and asked a young man who was kneeling on the ground.
"What happened? Why are you waiting?"
The young man seemed to be the leader of the tribe, he raised his head when he heard the words, saw that it was an honest elder, he quickly got up and saluted, and replied.
"The elders don't know anything, but because the leader of the previous generation in our tribe passed away today, we are deeply saddened.
The middle-aged man nodded, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, the number of days is real. I don't know how long the person who has done it will live?"
The young man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Master Hui, the lifespan of the late leader of our department should be in the top two."
Ziyang in the distance couldn't help being dumbfounded when he heard the words, the number of top two, one hundred and twenty years, the Spiritual Qi in this spiritual world is so abundant, the lifespan of most living beings is extremely exaggerated.
"I see. I don't know if the deceased passed away naturally?"
"The elder's guess is right. The old leader has worked hard for our department all his life. After drinking the wine last night, he laughed a few times and was silent again."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled for the first time, nodded, shook his head again, and continued walking straight forward without saying hello.
"Elder~" The young man stepped forward and stopped in front of the other party, and asked with a displeased expression.
"Elder, please stop. I don't know why you heard that the leader of my department left with a smile, but you shook your head and smiled?"
"It's natural to live, to live two years, without sorrow or disease, to leave with a smile, it is natural. Why are you so sad?"
Everyone was furious when they heard the words, thousands of tribesmen all stood up and gradually surrounded the middle-aged man and Ziyang.
Even in the face of such a situation, the middle-aged man just smiled lightly and said lightly.
"When I came here, I watched from a distance. There are countless Demonic Beasts around here, and they are always watching. You are so sad. If these Demonic Beasts invade, in a hurry, do you have any countermeasures?"
"Although what the elder said is reasonable, but when our leader is dead, can't we still grieve for our loved ones?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed lightly again.
"The spiritual world was first opened, and all things revived. No matter what kind of monster it is, it will eventually take the form of a human. Why?"
"It's nothing more than that humans have nine orifices, and they are the primates of all things. This is Heavenly Dao.
"However, life in this world is nothing more than love and wisdom, which control emotions. People with love live in harmony with relatives and friends to make the best of family relationships. But people with wisdom can understand things and distinguish right from wrong."
"If people use emotions to guide their wisdom, they will reverse right and wrong and become fatuous and incompetent."
...asking for flowers...
"If you use wisdom to control emotions, you will understand the truth, know how to use it well, understand everything, the spiritual platform will not be muddy, and you will have a degree in everything."
"You are so sad and crying, completely disregarding the wolves, tigers and leopards around you, and the weak and hungry in your belly, but what did a wise man do?"
Hearing this, everyone stopped crying and was a little dazed for a while.
But the middle-aged man has gone away without knowing when.
But Ziyang followed the other party with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and walked away without saying a word.
He followed the middle-aged man for another three days.
When he reached the edge of a big river, the middle-aged man stopped suddenly.
Ziyang stopped walking and looked at a little girl by the river, covered in mud, who seemed to be fishing by the river.
"long"
The little girl looked no more than five or six years old, and her articulate words were somewhat slurred.
When she saw the middle-aged man standing by the river and looking at her, she immediately bowed shyly to salute.
"Why are you fishing here alone?"
There was a smile on the face of the middle-aged man, the kind Ziyang had never seen before.
"My mother passed away, my father died at the mouth of Demonic Beasts, I was a little hungry, so I wanted to catch some fish to eat.
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"Is no one in your tribe caring about you?"
The little girl was silent, "I can do it myself.
"Good boy~ But I'm hungry now, can you give me one of the fish you caught?"
The little girl looked at a fish in the straw mat on the bank, seemed a little embarrassed for a while, but finally nodded.
"Okay... okay."
"What about you? Give me the fish, and you won't have anything to eat.
"It doesn't matter, the fan can catch again."
The middle-aged man smiled again, and reached out to touch her small head, "Good, great good!"
"Your name is Faner?"
"Well, yes. I don't know the elder's name yet?"
"Old man... Styx."
"Fan'er, did your late parents give you this name?"
"Well, in the southwest of our tribe, there is a very large plantain tree, but it only bears four plantain leaves of different colors. It is shaped like the grass fan we use to fan the wind in summer. My parents call me fan."
"I see. I don't know if Shan'er is willing to take the old man to have a look at this holy banana tree?"
"Okay, okay~ Eh? I caught another fish, elder, please eat the fish." Fan'er raised the big fish in his hand and handed it to Yanhe.
"Hahaha... Good, great good!"
"Why is the elder laughing?" Fan'er opened his eyes wide and ignorant, looking at Styx with big watery eyes.
"Wanfa returns to the sect, and the magic is natural. Since the Great Completion, I have measured the land for thousands of miles, but I can't find it. Today, there are people who can inherit my inheritance!"
Fan'er shook his head, "Fan'er doesn't understand."
Styx didn't speak, just pointed at the fish in her hand, and an incredible scene appeared in the blink of an eye.
I saw that the fish, which was alive and kicking, was immediately scaled and disemboweled, and there was a scent coming out of the whole body, as if it had been roasted.
"So, is Faner willing to learn?"
Fan'er looked at the cooked and edible fish in his hand, blinked his big eyes, as if he didn't understand how the other party did it.
But thinking of what the elder in front of him said just now that he was hungry, he directly handed the cooked grilled fish to Ming He, and held it high again.
"The elders eat fish."
"Hahaha..." Minghe stared blankly for a moment, then clapped his hands and burst out laughing.
"Good boy, good boy!"