"Ninth Five-Year Plan, do you know what Tao is?

This wise man talked about Tao every day in his bones, but the little skeleton didn't know what Tao was.

Road? \"Dr Sheng Quan Xiaowan

However, in its concept, there is the word "road".

But it is the word "road" of the small skeleton, making the bones of the wise man instantly struck by lightning.

"Lu? Lu!! Haha, how come I didn't expect it! Ninety-five, why did you come this way?

"Find me!

The skeleton said so firmly, and the wise man nodded twice.

"The way forward is the way!"

The wise man's bone muttered like this---sentence, it was separated from the small skeleton, but the small skeleton did not understand the meaning of the wise man's bone.

But this does not affect the small skeleton's goal of continuing to travel far.

Ninth Five-Year Calendar-Thousand and Fifty Years.

The little skeleton has seen the boundless sea of ​​blood. The little skeleton has never seen such a magnificent picture. It excitedly took out the slate and began to paint, but it couldn't portray the charm of the sea.

The skeleton didn't give up. He insisted on portraying for more than ten years, sitting by the sea, but he just couldn't portray the sea.

In the end, the small skeleton decided to go to sea.

It feels that at the end of the sea, there must be something it is looking for.

But as soon as it put its beloved moving stone pit into the sea, it almost sank with him.

The skeleton was helpless. Going ashore, it began to think again. It sat in place, sat, and thought and thought, but couldn’t find a solution until one time it went into the sea and accidentally discovered that some of the hollow stones on its body could float. Get up, and some will sink.

The small skeleton picked up the hollow stones that could float and observed it carefully, and found that the structures were all like stone pits, but the kind with the largest hollows.

After the small skeleton discovered this, it immediately began to act.

Ten years later.

The small skeleton dug nearby mountains and fetched rocks, and finally built a large rectangular stone pit. It did not sink after putting the stone pit into the sea. The small skeleton was very happy. It moved its slab to float on the water. After going to the stone pit, he immediately sat up excitedly, but the stone pit did not move forward.

The small skeleton suddenly felt that it was a failure, but when it remembered what it had seen and heard along the way, it suddenly took a larger stone slab into the water, and the big stone pit moved a little.

The little skeleton was overjoyed and immediately knew what to do.

Half a month later, the small skeleton made a stone fan in the shape of a long handle. With the expectation of the unknown, it continued to travel with its own slate.

And this time, not land, but the endless sea.

At the moment of departure, a wave of comprehension rushed into the small skeleton of thinking, and a new concept appeared in its mind.

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Ninth Five-Year Calendar Year.-Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-Six Years.

The small skeleton has spent a hundred years at sea.

At this time, he looked around, there was nothing but a sea of ​​blood, the small skeleton was excited and calm from the beginning, and now finally feels lonely.

The stone pit is floating on the sea, and the small skeleton is just mechanically using a stone fan to draw the water. When you are bored, you can take out the stone slabs you have painted before, or you can hit the hollow stone and listen to the rhythm.

The road ahead is not visible, and the road behind is gone, all around, making the little skeleton feel whether or not he is trapped here forever. It suddenly feels very sad that it has lost the road ahead.

Although it has not given up and has been paddling, no matter how hard it is, it feels that it is always in one place.

The sea of ​​blood is very calm, as calm as this world-, the time for putting Buddha to rest forever stopped at a certain moment.

The little skeleton began to think that it would be fine if he had no thoughts, so that he would not explore, nor would he feel fear and sadness.

The first thousand and 420 years of the nine-five calendar.

The small skeleton is still at sea, drifting lonely to the distance where there is nothing.

The skeleton will wonder whether this is the end of the world, and this concept is getting deeper and deeper into its thinking.

I came to the end of the world and was trapped here forever.

When thinking of this, the little skeleton thinks about why he has thoughts, and why he doesn't just get ignorant.

The first of the Ninth Five-Year Calendar-Thousand Six Hundred and Twelve Years.

On one day of the year, something surprising happened to the small skeleton. Because of its long-term swing, its stone fan would bump into the stone pit-down and rub-down in the middle of the way from time to time. To this day, his stone pit is leaking. 2 long,

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The skeleton was very scared, and wanted to use its own slate to block the frantically influx of seawater, but this was of no avail. It could only watch itself and its beloved slate sink to the bottom of the sea.

If you can see light on the land, then the bottom of the sea is endless black.

It doesn't even know how deep the sea is.

I don't know how long it took, and the little skeleton felt that he had sunk to the bottom. He couldn't see or hear anything, except for the feeling of this way under his feet.

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He also lost his slate-

Thinking of this, the small skeleton really wants to die, but it can't die.

He is not hungry, thirsty, or tired. I don't know what to say.

It was lost again and again.

I don’t know how many years it is in the Nine-Five Calendar.

The small skeleton is walking slowly on the bottom of the sea.”

He didn't know what he was going to do at all, he was completely lost, just moving in one direction.