Gu Han stopped talking.

One day.

Am I...will I never see them again or drink fish soup?

The smell of fireworks is flowing around my body.

It seems that I have returned to the moment when I realized the meaning of the world.

only.

At this time, he had another gain.

The human world is small.

It is as small as a small yard the size of a palm, as small as a hut, a few wooden pillars, and two busy women.

The human world is very big.

It is big enough to carry all living things, the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows, the various states of living beings, and the prosperity and end.

The temperament of the body is constantly changing.

It seems that it is not just ordinary, there are ups and downs, ups and downs, prosperity and ending... In the inner lake, the sapling of human meaning has been replaced by a towering tree, every leaf, every stripe

The textures all imply the various forms of life, the ups and downs of the world.

Human meaning.

That is, the meaning of the world!

Also at this time.

A fresh aroma wafts from the small courtyard, the fish soup is ready.

He glanced at Gu Tian.

He glanced at Mo Chenyin and Leng Meizi who were busy again, their eyes full of nostalgia.

This world is very beautiful.

I want to stay here forever and ever!

"My way has been found."

He spoke softly, with a hint of persistence and nostalgia in his voice.

The voice fell.

His breath trembled, as if he was heading from the peak of the Infinite Realm to another realm!

Changes in the past.

He still couldn't feel it.

only.

A halo of light seems real and illusory, and it has the faint tendency to build a bridge over the abyss!

Life is a lifetime, grass and trees are in autumn.

Time turns around and will eventually come to an end.

The past cannot be traced, and the future cannot be known.

"That's it."

"What's the use of knowing everything about the past and the future?"

"I'm Gu Han!"

"Only cultivate now, only cultivate in this life, only cultivate, only!"

…

Big dream world.

The old Taoist huddled under the tree and fell asleep, snoring like thunder, while the Confucian scholar crouched in front of his desk, writing furiously.

Sudden!

As soon as the old Taoist stopped snoring, the Confucian scholar stopped writing, and both of them looked to the sky, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Broken?

After a long time.

The old Taoist looked at the Confucian scholar with a look of confusion in his eyes, "Is this kid a bit evil? He has only been away for a long time and he has found a way to continue the broken circuit? Isn't this too fast? What do you think?"

The Confucian scholar really wants to say that I’m a bullshit!

But considering that it was indecent to say this and would insult my image as a scholar, I could only change my words.

"One thing to say."
Chapter completed!