Chapter 3684: Rock, sky, rain

Wind brake main hall.
It's light in the early morning.
In the courtyard, in the room, Xiao Yi stood up gently to avoid awakening the people around him.
Push the door gently, and there is a flowery and greenery outside.
Xiao Yi walked out slowly, taking a deep breath.
The breeze in the morning is particularly refreshing.
Xiao Yi chuckled lightly.
Over the years, except for Que and Yiyi, if they were alone, they had almost always been rushing around day and night.
The cold, snow and frost, the violent storm, he alone can bear it.
When he was alone, he cut all the violent storms and burned all the waves.
When he was with her, he just wanted her to see the beauty of this world.
Xiao Yi stepped forward slowly.
Around, there are all the exotic flowers and plants that Yiyi usually cooks. They are not some amazing treasures, but they are all pleasing to the eye. They are all rare species.
Xiao Yi slowly squatted down and stroked the leaf of a cold crystal orchid.
This flower was born in the endless snow-capped mountains. It needs to be irrigated by the breath of cold ice to grow, but it is attacked by the wind and snow all the time. Therefore, even if it grows, it cannot exist for too long.
Therefore, this flower is relatively rare.
But there is no wind, snow and frost on the Fengcha area.
But this flower, under Yiyi's cooking, still grows, and it is in full bloom, the flowers and leaves are full, and it is more beautiful than ever.
"It's also fortunate that you met a good master, and I have that leisure time to cook for you all day long." Xiao Yi looked at the cold crystal orchid and chuckled.
Crystal orchids in cold regions generally only bloom in one day. After endless wind and snow, they finally grow, but their life span is so short.
But this one, Xiao Yi never saw it withered and bloomed all year round.
Xiao Yi looked down along the flowers and leaves, and the soil was naturally under the flowers.
Although there is no icy breath here, there is still soil.
The muddy piece of soil looks out of tune with the crystal clear blue.
But this is the breath of the soil, the gift of the earth.
The soil gave it vitality to grow, instead of frost. Even if it didn't fit in, it still carried it, doing everything it could to give it the aura needed for its vitality.
Just like this vast land, carrying hundreds of millions of lives, only giving, but never asking.
It is not like the sea, non-sea creatures cannot survive in it, and there are stormy waves inside.
It is not like a land of molten lava, where non-fire creatures cannot survive, and molten lava is billowing inside.
It is not like a land of wind and snow, or a land of high winds...
It will always be so peaceful.
Some people say that the earth also has its anger, which can destroy all living beings.
The fury of the earth is enough for mountains to collapse, enough for rivers and seas to flow backwards, enough for molten eruption to destroy everything.
But that is not the fury of the earth, it is fury of the sea, fury of fire, fury of thunder...
Living beings always plant these unnecessarily on the earth, but they will never be speechless and will not refute.
It never differs based on what kind of creature you are or not.
God, because of his preferences, will give different birth talents to different creatures.
However, it has never been treated equally.
Living beings stand on the earth, the earth never resists, and always gives a deep and solid bearing, so that the living beings can stand between the world.
Yes, it has never been treated equally.
But there are always creatures, or occupy the mountain as the king, or occupy a land to establish a faction, or monopolize many treasures, and then because of their strength, they can declare that this belongs to him.
It is the creatures that make this land different.
Rather than this land, give this difference.
But in any case, letting the dirty water fall down, letting countless battles leave many mottled and hideous marks on its body, it will be speechless.
It is in silence after all, carrying everything.
Even if it is endless years, even if there are countless attacks, it will always be so deep and so solid.
No matter how powerful a warrior is, there is no way it can do it, even if it is time and time.
This is the earth!
Therefore, guarding the existence of creatures is called a rock.
As solid as a rock, indestructible, although silent, does not interfere in any disputes in the world, but stands tall!
This is the Eight Palaces!
The bearer is called Rock.
Those who fight storms and waves are called Qingtian.
Supported by the rock of the earth, with both hands raised, with one's own body, supporting this piece, called Qingtian!
If you want to lift the sky, you must first have your feet supported by rocks before you can stretch out your hands to carry the heavy sky.
People have always heard the eight ancient temples called rocks, and they have never heard of them as the sky.
I have only heard the world call the eight chief hall masters Qingtian, which is unheard of.
This is the reason!
Xiao Yi's eyes were cold.
Wow...
Suddenly, a coat was gently covered on Xiao Yi's back.
The coldness in Xiao Yi's eyes dissipated in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.
"Why don't you sleep more?" Xiao Yi got up and asked softly.
Yiyi chuckled, "You have to prepare breakfast for the son. The son hasn't washed it yet, right?"
"No need." Xiao Yi chuckled, "Go back and sleep a little longer. I am going to retreat early in the morning today."
"Of course, it was the last day of retreat."
"After that, see if there are any files to be reviewed and chores to be handled in the main hall; if not, we will go out for a tour."
"If time comes."
In the last sentence, Xiao Yi only secretly said in his heart.
"Yeah." Yiyi nodded, expectant on his face.
At this moment, Xiao Yi's cultivation base has already recovered, not only his aura is at his peak, but he is also thicker than when his cultivation base was not lost.
Yes, after half a year of retreat, Xiao Yi has not only restored all cultivation bases, but also broke through the first level, and now it is the fourth level of the monarchy.
Xiao Yi took the coat on his back and put it on Yiyi, "Go back and get some sleep."
After that, Xiao Yi turned and left, heading to the closed room.
The pace is not fast.
But Yiyi looked at this back, but for some reason, her nose suddenly sore, and she felt like the back went further and further and even disappeared completely.
Yiyi was taken aback.
She trembled abruptly until she felt a sudden coldness on her face.
Xianxiansu's hand slowly touched her face, it was tears, a drop of inexplicable tears dripping from her eyes.
Yiyi's face was stagnant.
What is going on with this inexplicable sadness?
"The son..." Yiyi subconsciously called.
However, the voice was instantly covered by the pattering sound.
It's raining.
On the sky, I don't know when it will start, and it will rain heavily.
There was no sign, no sound of thunder, and suddenly heavy rain came.
And that back figure has already walked into the closed room.
This downpour was so sudden, so... ear-shattering, like the anger of the sky.
Like this sky, swearing its anger.
Do not…
How can this rain bring a slight coolness, and how can it be full of sadness?
Is it the death of the sky, the cry of the sky?
It seems that this sky is being sentimentally for a crisis that is imposing on the living beings, but ultimately irreversible, irreversible and irreversible.
That creature will eventually fall, and the sky is helpless!
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