"Me?" The old man stood up, pulled Jiang Xiaoyu up again, pointed to the distance and said, "Look, what is this distance?"
Jiang Xiaoyu looked far into the distance. At the end of the grassland were rolling mountains.
"What about this way?" The old man's fingers changed directions.
"It's still mountains."
"Where else?"
Jiang Xiaoyu turned around. The grassland was extremely broad, but at the end of it were mountains.
The old man stretched out his hands and slowly raised them.
The ground suddenly trembled, and Jiang Xiaoyu clearly saw that the huge mountain in the distance was rising from the ground. On the top of the mountain, there seemed to be some creature waving a flag and shouting.
"That's it?" Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes widened, but he still couldn't see clearly because it was too far away.
The old man put down his hands, and the mountains became quiet again.
"Little clay figurine, just like what you just saw, the freedom here is hard-won. Outside the mountains, there are existences you can't imagine. Back then, I made those mountains connect to the sky and cover the earth. Those who broke through
The butchers who entered this pure land all turned into skeletons on the top of the mountain, and this is the freedom you see."
"You..." Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but take two steps back. The old man in front of him was definitely an existence that was difficult for him to understand.
"Don't be afraid!" The old man patted Jiang Xiaoyu's shoulder and said, "Little clay figurines are rare anymore. I won't hurt you. If you can come and talk to me occasionally, that would be the best thing.
Already."
Jiang Xiaoyu glanced at the old man and seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.
"Don't understand yet?"
The old man took off his straw hat and pointed to the land under his feet.
"This place you envy, the place you feel free, is actually just a prison. It imprisons me, and at the same time, it also imprisons the people behind the mountains who want to destroy this place. For those people, this is
The grave of their freedom, for me, this is my paradise of freedom.”
"Senior! Please teach me, what should I do?" At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu, although he could not understand the old man's words, had obviously regarded him as a life-saving straw.
The old man grinned and said, "But you haven't told me the problems you encountered yet!"
"I..."
"In my world, there is a group of people who want to conquer another group of people, but I seem to be like a duckweed, helpless in the waves."
"I don't like this. I just want to spend this life quietly and peacefully. However, all this seems inevitable."
"I want to escape, and I have escaped, but I always feel that I am so tired when I run away!"
"I understand!" the old man said, "Do you feel like you wanted to walk on flat ground, but got stuck in a quagmire? The key is, the more you try to escape from this quagmire, the deeper you sink."
"It seems...it feels a bit like this..."
"Hahahaha!" The old man suddenly laughed loudly, and his eyes were filled with light. At this time, he seemed to be a different person, "Then you, fill up the quagmire."
"You can settle this dispute!"
"Me?" Jiang Xiaoyu looked confused, "This...how is this possible?"
The old man suddenly stroked Jiang Xiaoyu's head like a warm elder and said, "Why is it impossible for you? Over the past few hundred years, there have been thieves from your current world occasionally. They are too weak and weak.
The ants in the mud cracks are a hundred times weaker."
"And I clearly feel that you seem to be from there. You are a little clay figurine. In your world, the little clay figurine is an existence that no one can challenge."
"Me? A little clay figurine?" Jiang Xiaoyu frowned and said, "From the beginning, you all said that I am a little clay figurine, but what exactly is a little clay figurine?"
"It doesn't matter!" The old man shook his head, "You just need to know that as long as you are willing, you can change your world, and no one can stop you."
"Although... in my world... the little clay figurine... is a clay-like existence after all... cute... and pitiful..." The old man lowered his voice in the last sentence, and Jiang Xiaoyu could hear it.
Not really.
"Yes, some people say that I am very talented, but I have never been interested in practicing... Moreover, I always feel that the people around me can destroy me with just a snap of their fingers. I am always...
If you don’t feel fear and terror, the desire to escape is always lingering..."
"Cultivation?" The old man suddenly looked very confused and asked, "What is cultivation?"
"Ah?" Jiang Xiaoyu didn't expect that such a powerful senior didn't even know what cultivation was.
Jiang Xiaoyu thought hard before explaining: "Isn't cultivation just about making yourself stronger?"
"Become stronger?" The old man shook his head and said: "The little clay figurine's strength is destined by nature, how can it change?"
"No!" The old man closed his eyes, carefully felt Jiang Xiaoyu's body, and then murmured: "What you said seems to make sense. In your body, I feel a strange law, which makes you
Sealed by the power of."
"I understand, the becoming stronger you are talking about should be to unlock the body's law seal and release one's own original power. However, it is so difficult to unlock the law seal. Even I have to do it under the law.
You bow your head in front of me, let alone a little clay figurine like you."
"Law? But I seemed to feel that my strength had improved a little before..."
"Because you are a little clay figurine. In that world, little clay figurines can almost break the rules. The loosening of the seal is the result of your efforts."
"Then...how long will it take for me to unlock this seal?"
"Soon!" The old man closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "It will only take a hundred thousand years at most."