The early morning sun shines softly on the earth. The sky is blue, the wind is sunny, and the weather is clear. Wisps of cirrus clouds like white feathers are interspersed in the blue sky and spread on the sky. They are swayed by the sun. Here,
At sunrise, there is a faint orange-red light, and from a distance, it looks like a dreamlike color.
The Southern Territory is already very hot, but the sky and the earth are filled with very pure Mars power, just like the sky and earth star power of Qinglong Valley, it is very rich, and even the air you breathe feels a bit hot.
All are regarded as holy places for fire cultivation by monks all over the world.
If you practice in the Southern Region, you will definitely make further progress in fire cultivation. Practicing fire-attribute skills will be like a fish in water, and the journey will be smooth.
And the Tianhuo Gate is a heavenly paradise for those who cultivate fire. The fire attribute star power there is the strongest in the entire Lan Yuxing. It is not far behind the pure liquid star power of heaven and earth in Qinglong Valley.
The sea of fire left by the Fire Emperor is the best proof of this.
Although the weather was very hot at sunrise, Lin Hao did not walk in the sky after leaving Tianhuo Gate, but walked slowly on the road, feeling the lazy morning sunshine, because
The agreement between him and Mei'er was for ten days, but now only five days had passed. He was not in a hurry, so he walked slowly on the road.
However, Lin Hao's body was already sweating a lot, also because the sun was too fierce. However, Lin Hao did not use his star power to resist, but quietly felt the life of this mortal.
Walking on this spacious road, it was already busy with traffic even in the early morning, but the bustling crowds were walking on the road, either carrying hoes or carrying buckets.
Lin Hao looked at the lively avenue, but there was a trace of expectation. If he didn't practice cultivation, he would work at sunrise and rest at sunset like they did every day. This kind of farm life would be so beautiful.
Accompanied by a sweetheart, she built a thatched house on the mountain, built a big chimney, and gave birth to a big fat boy. During the farming season, she would go to the mountain with a hoe to turn over the land, sprinkle seeds, and pick a few seeds whenever possible.
I would go out with a bucket of water for a shower, and in the evening I would take the children with me. My wife would take the goats and oxen in the roll and go out to eat grass. The family would be happy and dependent on each other. This kind of life would be simple and happy, full of life.
Comfortable.
There is no more fatigue on the journey of cultivation, no more intrigues on the journey of cultivation, no more life and death on the journey of cultivation. There is no need to worry about all these. You only need to watch the healthy growth of children and crops with your wife every day, and that is enough.
In fact, when you think about it, such a life is very beautiful. Before, Lin Hao only wanted to be the strongest special forces soldier on earth, to do a vigorous and tiring career for the motherland and the people, to become famous and to honor his ancestors.
However, after coming to Lan Yuxing, Lin Hao devoted himself to cultivation. He no longer thought about what was the strongest or about reputation. He just thought about being able to live a simple and happy life. If he could, Lin Hao would choose
Be an ordinary person.
However, Lin Hao has already embarked on the journey of cultivation and cannot look back. He can only move forward. If he doesn't move, he will do it. Once he moves, he will become a blockbuster. He will soar into the sky and look at the stars. He will be the strongest and complete his goal. By that time
I came back to live in seclusion on the cliffs and live a carefree life, but this road is still early.
Walking into the streets of a small town under the volcano, the sound of barking dogs and the smoke rising into the sky floated out from the inn next to the street and blended into the world, making this place
The beautiful picture is vaguely tainted with the breath of the world, but it does not make people feel abrupt, as if it should be like this.
And the few native dogs raised by the store were playing with each other at the moment, running back and forth in the bustling street, shuttling back and forth among the crowd, their tails swaying along with their bodies, and they seemed to have the energy of earth creatures.
The meaning of dynasty is like the finishing touch in this earthly picture, it is alive and spiritual.
But not long after, the sound of horse hooves on the ground came from afar, and a cloud of dust was stirred up at the end of the street, turning into dust mist. In the dust, there were several horses galloping.
Sitting on the horseback were big men wearing brocade robes, each with a serious look on their face, and they roared away on horseback.
As the man on horseback approached, the pedestrians on the street hurriedly hid on both sides to make way for them. Even the few playing dogs whined and avoided to both sides of the street.
The horses were driven far away by the sound of wind.
I don’t know whether it was because the horseman was in a hurry or because the horses’ hoofbeats were too fast. When passing through the street, the ground shook like a slight earthquake. It also made the shops on both sides of the street seem to disappear with the ground.
They began to tremble. But some thatched houses that were not very strong began to sway slightly as if they were on the verge of collapse.
Lin Hao stepped into an inn. This inn was very simple. It was not magnificent, not decorated with railings and jade, but simple. This inn seemed to have experienced a long time. It was trembling everywhere and letting out waves that seemed to be unbearable.
There was a crunching sound. Under this sound, there were screams in the inn from the guest rooms on the second floor.
"It's okay, it's okay. This shop has been handed down from my ancestors and has a history of more than a hundred years. It happens every time a horse rushes over, but it doesn't collapse." An old voice echoed in the inn, but he saw
Beside the counter in the hall, there was an old man wearing a coarse shirt sitting. The old man was holding a small cigarette rod in his hand. After taking a puff with great enjoyment, he said lazily.
Opposite him, the waiter who seemed to have just woken up twisted his mouth, put a white towel on his shoulders, carried a boiling kettle on the side, and walked upstairs melodiously, filling each guest room.
Hot water is delivered to guests inside.
At this time, in the last guest room on the right side of the second floor, there was a beautiful woman lying on the bed, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of her body.
As the sound of horse hooves roared past and the room trembled slightly, the woman slowly opened her sparse eyes, got up, pinched her forehead with her right hand, stretched, and looked around blankly.
At this moment, there was a thumping sound outside the door, and then the waiter's voice sounded.
"Here comes the hot water. Sir, would you like some hot water?"
The woman stood up quickly, perhaps because she was so violent that she didn't wake up from sleep. She stumbled and managed to speak.