Liu Yimeng planted hope. As for what he gained, she no longer cared about it. She had done her best and just leave the rest to God.

In various versions of ancient myths and even martial arts novels, Kunlun Mountain is a magical place. It is the ancestor of all mountains, the dragon vein of the Chinese, the place where countless hermits live in seclusion, and the birthplace of all the magical wonders of all gods and monsters. But this is just a legend. Kunlun Mountain is not that magical. It is a plateau no-man's land that is rarely visited, and it is a glacier and frozen land area where animals and plants are difficult to survive. There is no essence of the sun and the moon, no elixirs, only eternal silence.

As the stars change, after a few years, the surroundings of the nameless lake are green grass, and occasionally a herd of white-lipped deer comes to the lake to drink water. A new bud is sprouted from the dead wooden stake planted by Liu Yimeng.

Ten years later, the dead wooden stake has turned into a big tree, as paved as a cover. If a botanist sees this scene, it will be extremely surprised. It is impossible for a tree to be found in areas with high altitudes.

A practitioner came here and dug out a large ball of roots from under the tree. He threw the roots covered with soil into the lake water to wash them. The roots stretched out and floated on the water surface, presenting the human head, body and limbs. This is a tall and beautiful man with white skin and crystal clear skin. You can vaguely see the green blood vessels under the skin and black hair. When the eyes under the long eyelashes open, the most beautiful girl will be crazy about it. It is a pair of deep and melancholy eyes, hiding all the beauty and sorrow in the world.

The practitioner stretched out his hand and pulled out the handsome man. The tree man was very tall, about 1.9 meters tall, but it did not give people a sense of oppression. He was not hung in his body, so the practitioner picked leaves from the tree and stringed them into an apron, and let him put them on.

"Follow me." The practitioner said, waved his hand and walked forward, and the tree man followed closely behind. The practitioner walked very quickly. Ordinary people could not keep up with his pace, but the tree man could. The two of them walked out of Kokoxili for a day and night. In Wudaoliang Town, the practitioner exchanged a piece of beeswax for a set of windbreaker and a pair of hiking boots from tourists entering Tibet.

The tree man puts on his clothes and shoes, and looks like a person from a big city. The practitioner said that you need a name. Since he grew up in Kunlun Mountain, he should be called Kunlun.

They continued to walk eastward, and the practitioners on the road taught Kunlun to speak. This stupid guy had only beautiful skin and could not learn a word for a few days. He only knew that his name was Kunlun.

On the Ganzi grassland, Nyingma Zaxi saw Gaidangwa again named Xiangba. This time he brought an apprentice. The hospitality Nyingma Zaxi used milk tea and boiled mutton to entertain old friends. Xiangba did not eat meat, he only ate barley dough, but he drank a pot of milk tea, but the young man ate nothing.

Nyingma Zaxi asked the tree man why he didn't eat. The tree man smiled and refused to answer. Shanba said that he didn't need to eat, he could live by basking in the sun, and it would be even better if he drizzled some water.

"Isn't that just grass, photosynthesis." Nyingma Zaxi laughed.

Shanba said seriously: "It's not a grass, it's a tree. It's a tree, and its name is Kunlun."

Nyingma Zaxi said: "It's interesting, this name is the same as my brother-in-law."

Shamba said: "I took Kunlun to Middle-earth. He needs an identity, and your son's identity can be used."

Nyingma Zaxi has two sons, the eldest one is called Danzeng and the younger one is Ou Zhu. Both of them went to middle school in Omi and finished nine years of compulsory education before returning to the grassland to help their father work. Now Danzeng drives a large truck, Ou Zhu is herding sheep at home and cannot use his ID card at all.

"Let's lend you Ou Zhu's ID card to you." Nyingma Zaxi took out his youngest son's ID card from the drawer. The boy on the ID card was very different from the Shuren Kunlun. Xiangba looked at it for a while and said if there was a knife. Nyingma Zaxi took out a sharp hidden knife. Xiangba took the knife and carved it on the Shuren Kunlun's face, peeled off some flesh, and corrected the outline. It looked a little close to Ou Zhu. Nyingma Zaxi was thrilling, but it was still within his psychological tolerance. He would not be surprised if Gadangwa did anything.

Shamba thanked Nyingma Zaxi and set off with the tree man Kunlun. After they left, Nyingma Zaxi discovered a gift, which was the jade left to him by Shamba, a piece of mutton fat jade the size of a baby's fist.

...

Nei River, a street in the vegetable market, the corners of spring leeks have fine wrinkles. The two children are in their second year of high school, and they are at the age of rebellion. She is already a little overwhelmed and can no longer control these children.

Over the years, Xiao Baiyang has been silently accompanying the mother and son. The two children have always had good grades from elementary school to junior high school. Because of their excellent grades, they are outstanding in migrant workers' primary schools. The principal personally led many ways to go. In addition to the new national census, they finally got a household registration. The two children lived up to expectations. The junior high school entrance examination was the best junior high school in Omi, and the junior high school entrance examination was even more amazing. Muzi scored first in the city in the middle school entrance examination, and Tag followed closely, with only 0:5 points missing. It was because of the neatness of the paper. These two children are Chunjiu's pride and her confidence in life.

However, after entering high school, the situation changed. The two children went to a private private high school in the former Ome No. 1 Middle School, called Shuren High School. Both software and hardware are stronger than No. 1 Middle School, and their teaching philosophy is even more advanced. There is a saying that entering Shuren Middle School is equivalent to one foot entering the university threshold. And it is not the kind of pheasant to study in college, but Professor Zhengeryuan welcomed two guests at home. Professor Shao is old. He is in his eighties and his legs are not as convenient as before. He doesn't go to school to work. He grows flowers and plants at home all day long and enjoys his youth. When the doorbell rings, the old man is still sprinkling water on the balcony. The nanny welcomes the guests into the living room and says, "Old man, your old comrade-in-arms are here."

"I have never been a soldier, so where did I get my old comrades?" Professor Shao, with silver hair, walked into the living room and found two people standing in front of him. The tall one was a handsome boy, a short one in his forties or fifties, with short hair and buzz head, thin and powerful. Although the years have changed, he still recognized at a glance that this person was the prisoner of the Qinghai Farm when he was serving his sentence.

Professor Shao calmly sent the nanny back first, closed the door, went back to the living room to ask the guests to sit down, brew tea, and then asked, "Xangba, aren't you dead?"

"Some people are immortal," said Shamba. "I come here and have some things to do."

"What's the matter? Can I help?" Professor Shao became serious. He knew that Shamba was not a mortal. He hadn't seen her for many years. When he suddenly visited her, there must be something important, perhaps it was related to this handsome and inconsistent boy.

"This is Kunlun." Shanba pointed to the boy and said, "It is the tree man planted by Xiaoyangzong."

Professor Shao greeted Kunlun, but received no response, just a faint smile.

"He has no soul, just a body." Shamba said, "I'm here to find him a soul."

Professor Shao suddenly thought of the pot of Clivia, which was attached to the soul of Nan Peichen. Professor Lin Rui was framed and imprisoned. Although she was finally sentenced to three reprieve and three times and did not really serve her sentence in prison, she was also heartbroken. She left China since then and is now a guest at Harvard Medical School. She was worried that Clivia would not be taken away when she was abroad and was still placed on Professor Shao’s balcony.

It has been more than forty years since Nan Peichen was taken over. Professor Shao sighed and went to the balcony to bring Clivia and asked Shambha to cast spells.

Shanba only glanced at it and said, "Most of the three souls and seven spirits have gone, not complete."

Professor Shao said anxiously: "Is it important to divide the plants into three pots?"

Shamba said, "It's better than nothing." His palm slapped in the void, and the tree man Kunlun was stunned, as if he had entered a state of meditation. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened it, he was different from before.

"Who is he now?" Professor Shao asked carefully.

"He still has no soul, but with some memories of Brother Nan, you can stay and be a grandson to raise him." Xiangba stood up and wanted to leave.

Professor Shao hurriedly stopped him: "Send Buddha to the West, don't hurry to leave. This child doesn't even have a soul, how can he live?"

Shambha said: "There are many people in this world who have no souls."

Professor Shao was puzzled.

Shamba explained to Professor Shao in an easy-to-understand manner that the truth is similar to Fei Tianlai, but it is more accurate. There are many confused people in this world who live like livestock. Although they can go to school and study, get married and have children, they are not complete people at all. Their souls are lacking, so they will do some incredible things, such as killing and abusing people without any guilt.

"That's called mental illness, imperfect personality, or chromosome deficiency." Professor Shao said that he is a liberal arts professor and does not know much about these, but he understands them correctly.

Shamba shook her head lightly: "That's what you said."

Professor Shao didn't argue with him about these things, so he picked up his cell phone and said, "I'll call Li Haijun here, let's reunite the four friends in Qinghai to have a drink. This guy hasn't seen him for more than ten years. I wonder if the number still works."

Shamba said no, it was not time to reunite.

After saying that, he floated away without even saying goodbye.
Chapter completed!