The Mythical Races I Created

Under the scorching sun, there was desert everywhere. Old Pan Yangren only traveled with cloth bags. He walked for a long time, dizzy, and his tongue was very dry.

"Civilization Fruit..."

The old Pan goat was sitting on a rock next to the sand dunes. Before leaving, several Abu family little Pan goats watched him leave the village.

At that time, the old Pan Yangren told everyone with confidence that he would find the fruit of civilization in the desert and then bring the fruit back to the village.

But in fact, the old Panyang people also understand in their hearts that every Panyang people of the Abu family who is dying goes out of the oasis, and then seeks the system of civilization in the desert. On the surface, the Abu family has never forgotten the creator. Once told them that when they find civilization, the Creator will come here again.

But in fact, there are some special reasons.

There are six oases in this desert.

There are tens of thousands of Pan sheep in every oasis, and the population is still expanding. If it weren't for the Abu family to sell the tree that can spit water, the oasis would have been unable to support the population of Pan sheep.

When resources cannot support the population, the first to be abandoned is the elderly, followed by children, and then women.

The resources of the Pan Yang people are not scarce yet, but the Pan Yang people who voluntarily walked out of the oasis and entered the harsh desert environment in their twilight years, how much in their hearts are devotion to the Creator, and how many people just don’t want to hurt their children, and they are full of heart. Full of love for the family, with this love, alone on this journey that is destined to never return?

This is hard to say.

Old Pan Yang sat on the rock thinking for a long time, and he counted up the events not long ago.

When the sun was about to set, he shook his body and stood up. "Hey, I've been thinking about it for so long when I'm getting old."

"This place is not suitable for sleeping at night in the desert. I will keep going."

As the sun sets, Lao Pan Yangren continues to walk forward with his parcel, his shadow dragging on the ground for a long time, forming a line with the ground.

Where to go?

Where did it come from? Where to go?

This is a road with neither a beginning nor an end.

The moment he left the oasis, he actually had no way of turning back, because it was a desert, and in this vast and uniform desert, once you lost the coordinates, it meant you were lost.

Night fell gradually.

Old Pan Yangren found a sand dune on the back. He lay down in the shadow on the back of the sand dune. The desert was about to show another side to him.

God.

I stand in front of you, kneel down to you, and pray sincerely towards you, don't you know that your believers are advancing along the path you specified.

The desert night changed to scorching heat, it was bitterly cold.

It was terribly cold.

Old Pan Yangren took out a few silk blankets made from the silk spit out from the blue worm tree and put it on himself.

This is a road destined to have no purpose.

He shrank behind the sand dunes, thinking of the patriarch Abu when he was young (now he has changed, every patriarch must be called Abu) telling himself that the Creator was beautiful and quiet when he created them, under the ornament of the Creator. , As if even the light is beautiful and sweet.

The sun and the moon pale in front of the Creator, and all suffering and death do not exist in the presence of the Creator.

Patriarch Abu told himself that the ultimate dream of every Panyang people is to see the Creator again. They can be fooled by wealth and be dazzled by other things.

But, no matter what, what they want most is to see the Creator again.

Lao Panyang's eyes shed longing tears. When he was young, he never thought of death, nor did he seriously consider the words of the old patriarch.

In fact, the words of the old patriarch were meant for me, right?

He is dying already.

The goal of the old patriarch is also to find the fruit of civilization.

Civilization fruit, what on earth are you?

Will you twinkle like a star in the sky? Will you be as delicious as a clear spring on the ground?

You are not as shining as the sun, are you?

Are you as happy as the moon?

Old Pan Yangren shivered. He took out a small piece of plant rhizome from his arms, took a bite and swallowed it in his stomach.

No matter what, he must strengthen his belief. He must firmly believe that he has carried the beautiful sustenance of many of the same people, and he has come out to find the fruits of civilization. He is walking on the road that the martyrs of the predecessors have walked, although he Sleeping alone under the starry night at the moment, but! He was never alone.

He told himself that he had to think so.

Otherwise, he will understand that he is just a Pan Yang who is too old to die. He can't walk or do work, so he will be here alone.

Which one to choose between imagination and reality?

Old Pan Yangren chose the former.

Because it is in the best interest.

The Panyang people have to choose the direction that is most in line with their interests. Otherwise, what is the difference between them and the desert giants that always attack the oasis?

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the old Pan Yangren woke up from his sleep. In his dream, he felt that he was being grilled by a big fireball, but he opened his eyelids to realize that he was being illuminated by the sun.

‘I didn’t die in the cold. ’

Lao Pan Yangren showed a regretful expression. In his sleep, he carried firm devotion to faith, and died in happiness, which was a good ending.

Such realistic emotions only existed for less than a moment.

In just a moment, the old Pan Yangren took on a firm worship of pilgrimage.

He is here to find the fruit of civilization!

He is not an exiled person, he is a saint on the path of holiness!

Lofty ambitions flooded his chest, and the old Pan Yangren continued on the road.

Then came the second and third days ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He walked all the way, and every day he could feel that he was weaker than the day before.

At noon on the fourth day, Lao Pan Yangren walked in the shadows on the side of the sand dunes. His food was almost gone, and the water had been drunk long ago.

Old Pan Yangren licked his cracked tongue. He knew that his path was about to end.

The end of the pilgrimage road is about to arrive.

At this moment, he couldn't help but smile. He raised his head to the sky and said, "God, where is your civilization?"

"If there really is a civilization in this world, can't you put it in front of me? Why do you want your devout believers to search everywhere? If you put it in front of my eyes, I will definitely bring it back to the clan In the middle. God, look at me, your poor believer is praying to you..."

Old Pan Yangren said as he walked, who knew one foot had stepped into the quicksand.

He fell into the sand.

That's it!

Old Pan Yangren felt that way. The next moment, he actually felt that he touched a wet place, and then he plunged into it and was rushed into the distance by the current.

This is!

There is an underground river entrance directly below this quicksand!

Although it is an extremely rare geographic phenomenon, it is not impossible.

The surging groundwater swept him far away, and the old Pan Yangren ignored him, but instead opened his mouth to drink a few sips of water, and was choked into coughing in the water.

The packages in his hands were all filled with water and disappeared.

Lao Panyang was dancing and dancing, God, what is going on!

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