No one can say that he will definitely break through to the realm of fusion.
This has nothing to do with talent.
Instead, it has a lot to do with personal experience and perception.
Some people can easily break through this level, but some people can't touch a little bit after spending their entire lives.
Everyone's situation is different, so the breakthrough experience of others can only be referenced, and the real meaning is not very big.
Spring goes and autumn comes.
A first snow blows away the annoying autumn wind.
The earth was covered with a layer of silver frost.
The bone-bone-broken cold wind and snow covered the world.
The spiritual world also has four seasons changed.
Although the spiritual world has a unique environment, many monks have been born, and a prosperous culture of immortal cultivation has been nurtured, the few who have spiritual roots are ultimately a few.
The number of mortals is the largest.
For monks, spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is just a different scenery.
But this is not the case for mortals.
Especially in such a sudden winter snow, it is very difficult for ordinary mortals.
The sky was filled with heavy snow.
The mountain road is closed.
The snow, which is more than half a person tall, is endless, as if there is no end to see.
The cold wind is as harsh as a knife.
There are only a few wooden houses standing by the mountain. The eaves are already snow-white, and the windows are whistling by the wind and snow.
It was cold outside the house, but the fire was lit inside the house, emitting a warm light, dispelling the chill from the outside.
A pot of steaming broth was mounted on the fire.
White smoke rose up.
The rich aroma of meat floats in the wooden house.
There are still high piles of firewood next to the fire, and I think this winter will not be difficult.
A little girl wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket squatted beside the fire, her face was red with the fire, her eyes were staring at the broth without turning around, and she looked so cute.
This hot broth seems to be the hope of winter.
"Grandma, when can I eat it?" the little girl swallowed her saliva.
The old woman was also wearing a thick patched cotton jacket, kind and kind: "It will be eaten soon."
There is only grandma and granddaughter in the cabin.
Although it is just a small wooden house, it is unexpectedly warm, warm and bright.
In the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, staying in the cabin surrounded by the fire, the broth and warm light are life.
"Tu tuk tuk."
A knock suddenly came from outside the door.
This surprised the grandparents and grandchildren.
It's so snowing outside, how could anyone knock on the door? If you stand outside for a while, it will turn into popsicles.
The little girl suddenly clapped her hands and jumped up excitedly: "It must be Daddy's coming back, it must be Daddy's coming back."
Before grandma could stop her, the little girl rushed to the door and plucked up her strength to push the door open.
There was a young man at the door. Although he was covered in snow, he didn't look cold and his smile was gentle and clean: "I'm lost. Can I stay with you for a while?"
The little girl was stunned. It was obvious that her father was not at a loss when she went home.
She subconsciously wanted to close the door, and grandma walked over slowly. She saw footprints deep in the snow spreading to the distance.
The young man in front of him came from the snow. If he was stuck outside, he would probably be frozen to death.
"Come in and sit for a while." Grandma wrapped her cotton coat and said kindly: "Be careful not to freeze, close the door, and don't let the cold wind blow out the fire."
"Thank you grandma." The young man walked into the house and closed the wooden door tightly.
"Sit for a while and bake your hands and feet so that you won't die of stagnation."
Such heavy snow can really make people's hands and feet freeze to death.
The young man was nestled beside the fire, the warm fire dispelled the chill, the snow on his body slowly melted away, and a comfortable expression appeared on his face.
It's like waking up.
"Young man, where did you come from?" asked grandma.
The young man vaguely gave a place name.
Grandma was so surprised: "This is so far away from here."
"Is that so, I don't remember it very much." The young man scratched his head: "I just wandered around casually, and then I don't know why I came here."
“…”
Grandma glanced at the young man with some confusion.
Maybe I felt that this young man might not have a good brain, and a little sympathy rose in my heart.
Grandma got up and picked up the spoon, scooped a bowl of broth from the pot and served it to Lin Xi, and smiled kindly: "Come on, young man, drink a bowl of broth to warm your body."
"Thank you, thank you." The young man took the broth and felt the warmth coming from his palm, feeling a sense of peace.
However, the little girl was a little unhappy at this moment. She looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared angrily.
The young man was stunned: "Is there anything wrong?"
"Forget it if you are not my father! You still eat our food! Our winter food storage is not enough, so you have to save money." The little girl was both aggrieved and angry, but her eyes turned red first.
Grandma had no choice but to take the little girl away and looked at Lin Xi apologetically: "Be good at Nannan, it doesn't matter if you give your brother some food."
"But...but..." The little girl was still reluctant.
The young man blinked and couldn't help but smile: "Sorry, I ate your food. In order to repay you, I will give you some gifts."
I saw the young man pulling out a lot of exquisite pastries and fruits, as well as the corpse of a wild boar.
Grandma and the little girl were shocked.
This...where did these things come from?
Then the young man thoughtfully treated the wild boar's corpse into pieces of meat, but his fingertips were not stained with any blood stains, and he was elegant and calm.
"Little sister, are you satisfied with this?" the young man smiled.
The little girl's eyes were straightened, but she was a child after all. She didn't know how powerful the person in front of her was. She just said a little stubbornly: "The meat must be burned, and there is not so much firewood at home."
The young man took out a crystal crystal, then tapped it between his fingers, and the crystal was filled with red light and burned.
The crystal stone fell into the fire, and the wooden house became warmer.
"This fire stone can burn for three or four months, which is enough to survive this winter." The young man smiled.
The little girl's eyes were shiny: "Wow, so awesome."
"Of course."
The little girl hurriedly said, "Brother, you drink it, you can drink all these broths."
"Really?"
"Really, of course."
The young man smiled and drank a sip of hot soup, with a satisfied smile on his face.
In the cold winter, drinking a sip of steaming broth is simply a pleasure.
The little girl carefully picked up the pastry, first gave her a piece, and then secretly ate it herself, and suddenly she smiled.
It's really delicious.
The young man was roasting the fire and asked casually: "Where is your father going, little sister? The snow outside is so heavy, so why don't you go home."
"Um..." the little girl said vaguely while eating pastries: "Dad went to seek immortality, and said that after becoming an immortal, she would come back to pick me up and grandma to enjoy her happiness."
"Seeking immortality..." the young man was silent.
He knew very well what it meant to seek immortality.
Often only mortals use the word "seeking immortality", which shows that the girl's father is just a mortal, and it is not even known whether he has spiritual roots.
It is unknown whether it can come back safely when traveling through mountains and rivers to seek the Immortal Sect.
Even if you really succeed in seeking immortality and becoming a monk, it doesn’t mean anything.
The competition in the spiritual world is extremely great. Low-level monks are similar to mortals. Even if they die, no one cares.
So the little girl's father is very likely to never come back.