Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 438 is the ending and the beginning

After the words fell, the three people were either confused, half asleep or half awake, or looked solemn.

After a few breaths, there was a sound in the silent air.

Near the palm of Jian Lao's raised left hand, the dim but bright little sword stopped circling and quietly floated back to Jian Lao's palm.

And Lord Daoyuan also completely woke up because of Jian Lao's slap in the face and the sword cry that penetrated his heart:

"I..., this is...?"

"Now there is good news and bad news."

Jian Lao said with a strange expression:

"First of all, you realized it and broke through the hurdles that the ancestors of your Shangyuan Sect failed to overcome. They didn't, but you passed."

His mind turned around, Dao Yuanjun heard the words and focused his attention on himself. An inexplicable Dao charm was emanating from his body, and the feeling of being integrated with all things surged from the bottom of his heart. In an instant, , Dao Yuanjun understood and understood, and also smiled.

Amidst the hearty laughter, Dao Yuanjun began to "float away" before Jian Lao said what the bad news was.

Just like the "tea table" and "cups" that were condensed by Dao Yuan before him, Dao Yuan now seems to be made of clouds and mist, and begins to float away in the hearty laughter.

not good! ! !

Elder Jian and Elder Wang Heng suddenly felt a thump in their hearts. If Lord Daoyuan suddenly realized it here, what would they do?

The two of them were trapped in the fog and surrounded by many laws. Now they couldn't even tell where they were from east to west.

What if Lord Dogen realizes and breaks up, what will happen to the two of them, as well as a whole ship full of logistics personnel, a ship full of supplies, and the tasks they have to shoulder?

But if you try to break it, it will delay your old friend's "sublimation" and take the final step to complete the Shangyuan Sect. Since the founding of the Shangyuan Sect, no one has been able to break through the shackles and reach the state recorded in the sect's classics. How will it be easy to face the old friend? friend?

In the entanglement, various thoughts appeared in the minds of Elder Jian and Elder Wang Heng, affecting their actions.

Amid the hesitation and doubts of the two, Daoyuanjun "dispersed" faster.

The continuous hearty laughter shook the mist, forming ripples. With Lord Dao Yuan as the center, it was spreading rapidly, spreading into the distance of the boundless sea of ​​fog, and then there seemed to be some echoes being transmitted from the distance. Come back.

Being flanked by the clear laughter around them and the vague echoes in the distance, Elder Jian and Elder Wang Heng felt that they heard the vibrating sound of the avenue, and fell into the primitive ocean of Taoism. For a moment, their souls felt relaxed. Can't help myself.

Looking from a distance, the flying boat in the mist began to lose sight of its "body shape", and in the haze it began to lose sight of the boundary with the real world.

Soon, the entire bow of the boat was lost in the sea of ​​fog, disappearing into the vast white fog...

……

Outside the sea of ​​fog in the interlayer space of the barrier, the blue star is still turning at its own rhythm in the void.

Within the interlayer space of the barrier, a group of magical mountain elves who were wrapped and protected also followed their inner bottom line and happiness, and were happily noisy.

I don’t know if it’s the beginning or the end, but a wonderful chapter has been written with a stumbling start.

In the end, it is difficult to say whether the world described in this chapter will be brilliant, glorious, passionate, and touching, or warm, natural, happy, and laughing, because the narrator himself does not know...

What is real in the world is also illusory.

However, once the seeds begin to germinate, they may experience setbacks and hardships during the growth process, but taking roots, sprouting, spreading leaves, blooming and bearing fruits are inevitable.

One flower and one world, one leaf and one sumuru.

By chance, a trace of veins on this bud was glimpsed. Since it has been watched and recorded, it will grow vigorously and will not die young or be interrupted.

Extra————

At a time when this world that may be dying is re-injected with life for some reason and is heading towards a different place, in a remote mountain village in an unknown corner of space, a pale young man is emerging from the shade of a tree. He sat up on the recliner and turned off the TV not far away.

The TV, which is full of old-fashioned charm and is obviously in the style of the 1970s, has some vague images in it.

The screen full of snowflakes corresponds to the chirping noise, making the door of the small grocery store a bit lively in this summer evening.

The young man had a smile on his face, maybe because he had just watched a good program, or maybe he had encountered something worthy of making him happy.

In short, in one sentence, he was in a good mood.

He stretched out his hand to turn on the TV switch. After a while, a lazy but joyful and energetic voice sounded in front of the grocery store in the mountain village:

"Cuihua, Ergouzi, go home and cook soon~"

The sound of shouts came far away in the evening wind that was filled with the breath of the mountains.

The old black and white TV also struggled for a few seconds after the power switch was pressed. Finally, the screen flashed and the entire screen fell into darkness.

But in this final scene, there is a rare absence of snowflakes.

The scene is frozen, and in the final picture, you can clearly see that this is a small courtyard in a mountain village bathed in the sunset.

In the yard, a cheerful yellow dog circled the stove, a big girl was cooking, and a small loli was waiting for dinner with a pair of two-color chopsticks...