"You shouldn't have known so much." Seeing Yang Hao's silence, the little bald man sighed again and said. He looked a little depressed.

"No, little bald head! I want to thank you for letting me know so much." Yang Hao said solemnly. As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, wanting to touch the bald head of the little bald head.

"What are you doing?!" The little bald head suddenly became furious. He slapped Yang Hao's hand away and shouted angrily: "How many times have I told you? Don't touch your head! Don't touch your head! You won't grow taller.

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Yang Hao chuckled, stretched out his left hand, clasped his hands lightly, and moved toward the little bald head.

This time, the little bald man didn't slap Yang Hao's hand away, nor did he avoid it.

Yang Hao held the little bald head in his hand, shook it from side to side, and said sincerely: "Little bald head, I really want to thank you!"

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Stop shaking! Your head is dizzy!" The little bald head stretched out his little hand to pry Yang Hao's fingers while shaking his head, looking dizzy.

"Oh, okay, okay! I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!" After shaking for a few times, seeing the sincerity in Yang Hao's eyes, the little bald man sighed again.

"Of course it's a good thing!" Yang Hao let go of his hand and let the little bald head float in front of him and said.

"What a good thing! Yang fool, look at you, how much have you been worrying about all day long? How can you still practice?" The little bald head was a little annoyed again.

"How can this be called worrying?" Yang Hao smiled.

"Why don't you call it worrying?" the little bald man said angrily: "You have seen the ending of those worlds. How do you think the ending of this world can be better?"

Yang Hao was silent again.

He has indeed been working hard. However, he has also seen that in countless worlds, there have been countless people like him who have been working hard for those worlds.

However, they were unable to change the final outcome of those worlds.

"Are you speechless?" The little bald man's voice became a little deeper: "Since you can't change the outcome, tell me, if you're not worrying blindly, what are you doing?"

"Little Bald Head, I know that you, Xiao Luozuo and Yaya must be very disappointed after seeing the endings of so many worlds." Yang Hao did not directly answer Little Bald Head's words, but was silent for a while, and then said.

Not far away, Yaya looked here. There was an inexplicable look in its big eyes.

Beneath Yaya, the small stove was motionless.

"But, little bald man, what I saw is different from you." Yang Hao continued.

"What's different?" The little bald man's eyes looked questioning.

"What you see is the possible ending of this world. What I see is the beauty of this world." Yang Hao's eyes glowed with a strange light.

"Little Baldy, Little Stove, Yaya, come and see!" Then, without waiting for Little Baldy to speak, Yang Hao swept his consciousness towards Ning Yuancheng behind him.

Ningyuan is still quiet in the early morning. However, the smell of fireworks in the city is gradually waking up.

At the entrance of an alley, a middle-aged couple dressed simply were busy at their noodle stall.

The man was banging the dough on the chopping board, while the woman was standing in front of a large pot, staring at the hot and rolling dough balls in the pot, and stirring the pot with the colander in her hand from time to time.

It was extremely cold in the morning, but there were fine beads of sweat on the foreheads of the couple.

The woman put the lid on the pot, took out the sweat towel from her waist, walked up to her man, and reached out to wipe the sweat on the man's face. The man turned his head and asked his woman to wipe his sweat, while smiling innocently and raising his elbow.

He motioned to the woman to wipe the sweat from her forehead as well.

On the faces of the two people, there was love and hope for this day.

Because, this early in the morning, there were several customers on the low tables in front of the noodle stall, waiting for the noodles in the pot.

In a large room, a group of immature children were reading aloud in a crisp voice.

"When people are born, their nature is good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart. If you don't teach, your nature will change. The most important thing to teach is to be specialized..."

The children were sitting upright on the small benches. The children's little faces were red from the chill of the morning. But the children's eyes were shining with clear and bright light.

Among the children, a thin old master paced back and forth slowly with his hands behind his back. The old master had a serious face, but his eyes were full of smiles.

In a field, several old men were inspecting the corn on their respective fields, with joy on their weather-beaten faces.

In a few days, these corns will be ready to be harvested.

These corns, which the government distributed to everyone for trial planting in the past few years, are very suitable for the land in the northwest. These corns are drought and cold tolerant, have fewer pests, and have better harvests.

Since these corns were planted instead, the harvest in our fields has been more than just a little bit more.

I heard that the government calls this kind of corn corn. Isn't such a good thing more precious than jade to the common people?

Look at this plant, which has solid and heavy corns. If we harvest this crop this year, we will have enough food for half a year.

Old men have lived their whole lives, when have they ever been as comfortable as they are now?

Yang Hao's consciousness slowly swept over.

In spiritual consciousness, there are many, many such scenes.

Yang Hao's eyes were full of tenderness. His face was also full of tenderness.

"Little bald head, little stove, teeth, for these beautiful things, I am willing to spend more of the world." Yang Hao said with a smile. His voice was also full of tenderness.

The sky is long in the northwest. Although it is still early, the sun has quietly begun to rise from the horizon, trying hard to penetrate the clouds and mist and shine sunlight on the world.

At this moment, rays of sunlight finally broke through the morning fog and shone on the walls of the Acropolis.

A ray of sunshine shone on Yang Hao's face, casting a layer of dense light. Xiu'er looked at her young master's face, and for a moment, she was infatuated.

"Oh, I can't blame you, you idiot Yang." The little bald man flew to Yang Hao's shoulder, patted Yang Hao's shoulder gently, and sighed.

Yang Hao was still immersed in the scenes in his consciousness and did not notice that although the little bald head was sighing, his eyes were bright.

Yang Hao didn't realize that Yaya's big eyes also revealed a kind of extremely human tenderness that he had never seen before.

Under Yaya's body, the small stove was spinning in circles several times, not knowing what he wanted to express.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you anymore. Don't just sit still. You old Yang family members have already gone back. I have to catch up on my sleep. It's really noisy this early in the morning.

!" The little bald man yawned, flew over the small stove, and shouted: "Let's go!"

Immediately, the three little guys disappeared at the same time.

Yang Hao came to his senses and was speechless again.

Regarding his own sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Hao still hasn't figured out why.

According to what the little bald man said, monks are very clear about their own sea of ​​consciousness. Anything that happens in their own sea of ​​consciousness can never escape the monk's perception.

However, Yang Hao's understanding of his own sea of ​​consciousness was far from clear at all.

To this day, Yang Hao doesn't even understand some of the most basic things about his own consciousness.

For example, Yang Hao still doesn't know how big his consciousness is. He has tried many times to find out the size of his consciousness, but no matter how hard he activates his consciousness, he can't touch it.

The edge of the sea of ​​consciousness.

For another example, Yang Hao doesn't know where Little Baldy and the others have disappeared to. Moreover, on weekdays, as long as Little Baldy and the others don't take the initiative to show up, Yang Hao can't find them.

Yang Hao carefully scanned the direction of Yanmen several times with his spiritual consciousness. In his spiritual consciousness, he found nothing unusual. A group of Yanmen defenders had also met the Yang family's group who were returning.

"Brother Ren, Sister Xiu'er, let's go back." On the wall of the Acropolis, Yang Hao subconsciously tightened his tight cloak, turned around, and walked towards Xiu'er and Ren Zhong, who had been watching him.

Yang Hao couldn't see that in his sea of ​​consciousness, Little Baldhead, Yaya and Little Stove appeared side by side in front of a huge bronze wall.

This huge bronze wall towers into the sky and looks extremely simple. The huge wall is not only covered with rust marks, but also covered with extremely strange symbols.

At this moment, on the huge bronze wall, a faint earth-brown light was slowly flowing.

"I know, silly big man! I know what silly Yang said is true to his heart!" The little bald man patted the giant bronze wall gently and said with a smile.

On the huge bronze wall, the earthy brown light quickly circulated.

"Am I forcing him? I don't want him to improve his cultivation quickly, so that it will be good for you, a big fool, and a little bastard like you!" the little bald man said with a little grievance.

Next to the little bald head, the small stove bounced a few times, expressing serious dissatisfaction with the name "little broken stove".

On the huge bronze wall, earth-brown light circulated again.

"I know, I know! Just don't rush him in the future. You all want to be a good person, but in the end it's me who works so hard without being able to say a kind word." The little bald man sighed.

This time, the light on the giant bronze wall did not flow anymore.

The earthy brown light first stopped, and then slowly converged in one place.

"No! Silly big man!" Seeing this, the little bald man quickly slapped away the condensing yellow-brown light.

Beside, the small stove jumped up and down several times.

"You little broken stove, you don't know how long it will take to recover if you do this to a stupid big guy?!" The little bald head turned to look at the small stove and shouted.

The little stove was excited, jumped a few times, and hid behind Yaya. Then, the small stove poked out half of the furnace mouth from behind Yaya, and jumped twice more towards the little bald head as if to demonstrate.

"Hey, you little broken stove! You think I won't deal with you if the big fool is here, right?!" The little bald man opened his short legs and rushed toward the small stove menacingly.

Seeing this, the little stove hurriedly jumped around in circles around Yaya. The three little guys just played like an eagle and catching chickens in front of the huge bronze wall.

On the huge bronze wall, the light is constantly flowing, just like the spring breeze blowing.
Chapter completed!