The Book Is Exhausted and the Sky Is Open

The way Luo Yuan cultivates is called "Borrowing Heaven". He did not accept the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and had no chance. He remained in a mortal body for the rest of his life, surviving for hundreds of years. The knife left scars, the bullets killed him, and he fell off the cliff with no bones left. The only thing he could rely on was the word "borrow" - the wind borrowed his strength, the rain borrowed his strength, and the vegetation on the mountain was willing to give him even half of his meager strength. When monks in the same realm fight against each other, the force fields of heaven and earth are first counteracted, but in the end the struggle is still the physical ability to carry it. If there is even a slight difference in the compatibility with the earth veins, in the blink of an eye, the end will be a landslide and thunder, and there will be no room for change. Grandma guarded him for nineteen years, and finally the force of the entire mountain forest blocked his fatal blow, and she scattered into the wind in the mountains. Before leaving, he was left with a shiny old wooden box. On the bottom of the box was a piece of wrinkled yellow paper, with a crooked line of words written on it: Motoko, there is a day out there, your parents are still there. Later, he left Qingzhu Mountain with the Hengdao that mended the gap on his back, and using his mortal body to take advantage of the power of heaven and earth, he walked step by step from the bamboo forest of ten miles of green waves to the end of the sea of ​​stars. This is a story that Internet writer Lin Yuanzhou has been saving for two years. After typing the last word, it was late at night during the rainy season. He rubbed his red eyes and pushed open the balcony door. The moist wind blew softly around his fingers. He just thought he was hallucinating after staying up late, waved his hand and turned around to make instant coffee. He didn't know that the moment he knocked on the last full stop, he himself had opened the first door. How could the Hedao system he wrote millions of words be made up out of thin air? The character on the manuscript paper has completed his destined destiny, and his story has just opened the first page.