Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

　　 As the sun sets, Lingqing is riding a small electric donkey on the way home, twice a day, and the road he has walked more than a thousand times is already a familiar road for him.

　　 Whenever she is off work, Lingqing feels in a trance. When she comes back to her senses, the rented house is already close at hand.

　　 In the meantime, he can no longer remember anything in his head, as if crossing the timeline, the experience of this period of time has disappeared from his mind.

　　唰~

　　 Lingqing twisted the handlebars, and the little eDonkey flexibly turned a corner and slid from the main road into a trail.

　　 A section of the road ahead, you can see the jagged buildings on the small road, which is different from the novel and fashionable buildings on both sides of the main road.

　　 The twisted and crooked path is full of platforms and windows, and there are jumbled ropes and wires in the middle.

　　 "General!"

　　 A group of old men dressed in white shirts and swaying a fan in their hands were surrounding the road, watching the chessboard in the middle with relish.

　　 "You hurry up and do your homework for me."

　　 The mother in a flowered pajamas twisted the child's ears and screamed at home, completely disregarding the child's killing of a pig.

　　 All these various life states are like the road back and forth thousands of times, and I have watched them thousands of times.

　　 "Squeak~"

　　 As soon as he squeezed the brakes, Lingqing, familiar with the road, parked the little eDonkey in a dim aisle, took out the charger from under the seat and plugged it in.

　　 In the hum of the motor, I took a takeaway from the little eDonkey, carried it in my hand and walked inwards.

　　 Along the stairs deep in the aisle, touching the dark and easily climbed to the second floor, opened the only wooden door on the narrow platform in the golden red sunlight.

　　 "bang~"

　　 He threw himself heavily on a single bed, and then pulled the quilt next to him on him.

　　 After a while, when the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared from the window, he reached out and took out an emerald green acorn from his pocket.

　　 This thing was picked up by him when he was off work, when he had just come out from the door of the company, the fruit fell from the sky and hit him on the head.

　　 He looked up and saw that there were no fruit-bearing trees planted at the door of the company. There was only a continuous viaduct overhead.

　　 It was the peak time for the off work, and the water was blocked. It was possible that someone dropped it by mistake.

　　 looked for a while, and found that no one was looking down, so Lingqing had to give up.

　　 originally wanted to throw it away, but he looked at it and found it was pretty, and apart from the videos and pictures, he hadn't seen real acorns yet.

　　 Thinking like this, he slipped it into his pocket.

　　 Now I took a look, the emerald green fruit was glowing with a layer of luminescence, crystal clear, as if the emerald was carved.

　　 But he can be sure that it is not, because he does have a wooden feeling when he squeezes it, and the weight is not right.

　　 took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet, and found that most of them were brownish-red after ripening, and occasionally some were greenish, and the color was not as beautiful as the one on hand.

　　 Lingqing studied for a long time, and found that in addition to being beautiful, this acorn was also very strong.

　　 He just checked it with his mobile phone at the same time and confirmed that the acorns are also edible like chestnuts.

　　 But he tried his best, but he couldn't open it anyhow. It deformed slightly when he clamped it with the pliers, and his loosening force recovered.

　　 wiped it off with a hand, and after wiping the pinch marks on it, it was as smooth as new without any traces.

　　 I didn't remember to patronize and study until my stomach groaned, and I haven't eaten yet.

　　 At this time, the sky was already dark, and I touched a thread on the head of the bed, stretched out my hand, and the white light from above my head shattered, illuminating the room.

　　 put the acorn next to the pillow, pulled it over the small table with takeaways, picked up a cup and poured some water on it.

　　 ate the cool takeaway with half-warm plain water, and threw the garbage into the trash can next to him with a touch of his mouth.

　　 scribbled to wash in the corner sink, turned over and sat on the bed, turned on the computer next to it, and flipped through the web video boringly.

　　 There have been many Chinese martial arts videos on the Internet recently. Most of them are young people. The videos are posted on various platforms, attracting the attention of many people.

　　 also includes him.

　　 He never thought that after so many years of martial arts movies, there are still so many people of the same age who quietly practice martial arts.

　　 He opened a video casually, and the screen unfolded.

　　In a bamboo forest, two young men his age stood facing each other in a full suit, with solemn expressions.

　　 One person is holding a spear upside down, and the other is holding a long sword in his arms.

　　 As the music sounded, the two of them fought without saying a word.

From time to time, he jumped up, dodged the tip of the spear with extreme thrills, and then forced the opponent back with a backhand sword. Sometimes the sword was like a dragon, with a burst of falling leaves and a sword pierced out, and the opponent shook out a bunch of spears and flowers. open.

　　 "Dole~" "Dole~" "Dole~"

　　 The sword's edge swept across, and the thick green bamboos in the bowl were cut off cleanly and crisply, and the mouth was smooth as a mirror.

　　 "Boom~" "Boom~" "Boom~"

　　 Whenever the tip of the gun pierced into the green bamboo, it exploded like firecrackers, and spread out like fireworks from the root to the top.

　　 The two silhouettes jumped up and down, jumping up and down, borrowing a little resistance under their feet, and walking on them like flat ground.

　　 drew words such as "fuck", "handsome", "come a billion times" and so on on the barrage.

　　 "锵~"

　　 In a soft metal groan, the tip of the sword and the gunlight hit each other, and a stream of air burst from the middle, blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground, exposing the slightly moist ground.

　　 As the camera circled the two of them for a week, the screen slowly dimmed.

　　 In a "fuck" that obscures the screen, this two-minute exquisite video, which is like an exquisite martial arts movie, ends.

　　 He clicked three times at random, and then continued to click on the next video.

　　Unconsciously, this noisy city village fell into silence.

　　 "Wow wow wow~"

　　 A baby's cry awakened Lingqing who was immersed in the video. After looking at the time, it was a little too much.

　　 He turned off the computer, and fell asleep freely amid the soft and anxious comfort of the new mother, the sleepy babble of the new father, and the cry of the baby.

　　The thin walls can't stop the baby's high-pitched crying, but he has been used to it after living here for so long.

　　The same is true for the surrounding residents, and no one has any comments on it.

　　 In the dimness, Lingqing felt the baby's cry gradually weaken, and then fell into a tranquility.

　　 Except for the meows that sounded from time to time, I don't know when and whose house the next noise will sound.

　　 But this has nothing to do with the sleeping Lingqing.

　　 The cold moonlight shone on the ground, and the emerald green acorn that Lingqing had forgotten by the pillow glowed with a bright green light covering him.