When Si Fan really arrived at the mountain, he realized what a young man sometimes is not as good as an old man. The old monk in front of him, who was wearing professional equipment and climbing the mountain was fast, and his legs seemed to be equipped with a motor, shuttled through the jungle.

He didn't climb along the road like Si Fan. The old monk could always find a very suitable place to leverage his strength and climb easily.

The stones under his feet were rolling, and the dust had disappeared before they could fly. Si Fan's clothes were covered with green liquid. He didn't know whether the sharp plant was scratched a shallow wound on his face, without bleeding.

The old monk Huijing's feet almost drifted on the ground, and she waved again, as if she could hover in the air. She was as easy as if she was not stepping on the ground at all.

This step by step action is natural.

Si Fan followed behind him. Even though he was young and physically strong, after following him for a while, he felt that he could no longer keep up with the old man's footsteps. His movements were like an elderly ape, who was already living in the mountains.

"Old man, slow down. If you continue like this, you won't know the way!" Si Fan roared.

This old man was too fast, and Si Fan couldn't catch up for a while.

The old monk Huijing said in a sarcastic tone: "You are a young man who is not as fast as my 80s. What are you doing for hiking? As for the issue of recognizing the way you mentioned, it is simply too simple. I am moving forward based on the mountaineering route you designed, not to mention the footprints of the silly man behind you on the ground. This guy is very heavy, but I can't estimate the specific weight."

After saying this, Si Fan had smoke from his seven orifices. He also saw the deep footprints of Terminator T800. Those who didn't know thought it was a step on the elephant. The footprints were clearly visible, and they were deeply pierced into the soil, which looked unusual.

"Boy, I'm following. I'm a half-filled old man. If you can't even catch up with me, don't blame me for waiting for you on the top of the mountain!" The old man Huijing let out a long roar, like a long roar of a monkey, trembled his arms, gently put them on an ancient tree, and instantly took a few steps. After several times of leveraging the force, Si Fan found that he didn't even have the qualification to follow and eat dust.

He looked at the old man with laughter and tears, calmly took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it. Several smoke rings floated in the air, and were penetrated by him with a strong wind.

"Terminator, carry me up to the waterfall as fast as possible and choose the best route!" He said calmly, standing in front of the Terminator.

Terminator T800's awesome squatted down and half-kneeled in front of Si Fan. Looking at the comfortable chair, Si Fan felt that he had bought this thing correctly. Now he was lying on it, tied up the simple seat belt, took out a banana and tasted it slowly.

Then I saw a heavy current on the Terminator T800's body slashing through his eyes, and then he used force on his legs.

"Boom!" The ground seemed to be bombed by artillery shells. Si Fan felt the surrounding scenery retreating rapidly, disappearing from his eyes, and felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

The earth was trembling in front of the Terminator's footsteps, and the trees were easily avoided by the Terminator. When there were the saplings and weeds, they could not stop him.

The two of them did not move forward from the normal road, which was not the best road for the Terminator. Si Fan watched him rush to the front of the hillside more than ten meters high, and was too lazy to take a detour. He stomped his legs hard on the ground and inserted his hands on the stone wall in the air. Then he leveraged the force to move up again.

It has reached the top of the hill in two or three times.

It takes at least a few hundred meters to take a detour.

There are so many such roads, and it is flat in front of the Terminator. A small tree that has been three or four years old has already had the ability to resist in front of humans. It is difficult for humans to break it by their body alone, but the Terminator is just passing by, just because the small tree affects the route too much, and his hands shook gently.

The little tree suddenly broke.

This is the easiest thing, and there is no obstacle in front of the Terminator. It was originally more than an hour before climbing up, but now when Si Fan really stepped under the waterfall, it only took more than ten minutes. It was all drizzle. The old man Huijing was still taking the detour, but Si Fan had already taken the most extreme route.

After arriving, I found a place to sit and opened the backpack I brought. It was full of delicious food. The system was a factory and I could not carry my own items. However, the number of people carried by the Terminator was quite domineering.

The whole backpack was stuffed with delicious food inside. Just take it out of the picnic tablecloth and spread it on the ground to start a picnic.

The scenery is just right, and the sound of the waterfall is accompanied by the gradually richer fog and rainbow. This is really a grand scene on earth. No one else can experience this feeling, but Si Fan can feel the extraordinary here. Because every time he looks back at the waterfall, he always feels that an old monk is looking at him with kindness.

Every time I look back, the old monk seems to have the same action, but I always feel that he has changed his action.

Even after changing the expression, it felt very strange. The sound of the waterfall hitting the ground and the sound of the water surface seemed to become extraordinary, just like a song of Zen.

The voice was gentle and beautiful, and Si Fan wanted to close his eyes and enjoy it slowly.

The chicken leg in his hand slid quietly after half of his chew. Before he fell to the ground, a wild fox rushed out from the side, holding the chicken leg in his mouth, "Zhi Liu! @~" and disappeared.

Even so, Si Fan still didn't feel what was happening. He just sat quietly, listening to the Zen singing Dingdong, staring at the mountain spring and hitting.

The sound of the spring water was intoxicating. Si Fan listened quietly and fell asleep quietly.

In the dream, it seemed as if an old monk was talking to him about the truth of this world and saying a lot, but Si Fan seemed to have never heard it clearly or heard it, but he seemed to understand everything.

This encounter was not blocked by the system, but it seemed that the system was still fueling the fire.

When Si Fan was awake, he saw a fox leaping in the air, taking away the chicken legs falling from his hand. Terminator T800 stood cautiously beside Si Fan and pointed his finger at the fox.

In the distance, the old monk Huijing appeared at the end of the road with a little gasp, looking at Si Fan in shock.
Chapter completed!