The road back to the grassland from Python Shield Mountain is so long, why does Shield Mountain wonder why there is no such exhaustion that the road is so long that it can't be finished.

At that time, the little puppeteers sang and danced all the way, ran over to see the interesting flowers and plants, and always chased the grasshoppers and dragonflies to play, and when they were tired, they climbed to the shoulder of the shield mountain to rest, and said funny dream stories when they fell asleep. However, as soon as he opened his eyes, Dunshan could hear his beautiful laughter like a stream.

But on the way back, how can it be so quiet? In fact, the scenery on the roadside is no different from when it came, the leaves still rustle when the wind blows the woods, and the birds never stop chirping, but Dunshan always feels that the world is suddenly silenced by an invisible force, and everything falls into a deathly silence.

"Hey~"

He sighed, so softly that he was afraid to wake up the dead puppeteer on his shoulder.

Looking into the distance, the shadow of the Great Wall is so majestic, that is the dragon prostrate on the king continent, the dragon's spine is sonorous, connecting the past and the future, carrying history and hope. Master Lu Ban is the builder of the Great Wall, and he is the guardian of the Great Wall.

No matter how long the road is, there will always be a time to finish, and Dunshan has never stopped since leaving Python Shield Mountain, just keep walking, day or night. He can't stop, otherwise he will be swallowed up by sorrow, he will be crazy to end his life, he has nothing, only the crude life can be returned to Master Luban, in order to apologize to the master.

It was the Great Wall, the ubiquitous soul of the Great Wall that prevented him from going to extremes, and that soul hummed a song that only the heart could hear, encouraging him to overcome his grief, for the Great Wall, and for the new new humanity living east of the Great Wall.

Outside the Great Wall, the power of the low-level demon seeds is rising, and the instinct for survival drives them to break through the strong walls and travel to the oasis on the other side as a traveler to enjoy a life of abundance and food.

Taking Jiayuguan as an example, the landform to the west of the city wall and the landform to the east are like two worlds, the west is desolate and dry, and most of the year is in drought, no matter how many sand dunes the demon seeds who live by nomadism, all they see are dry saline-alkali land and boundless yellow sand.

In the eastern region, the four seasons are distinct, and there are many species, and the regular days of spring planting and autumn harvest ensure that the gradually increasing population never has to worry about food and clothing.

What an unfair world this is, why is the demon seed in the west not living as well as the bed bugs in the east? Is it because they are lazy and don't work hard? No, they have the same fighting spirit as human beings, and they are completely consistent with the beautiful yearning, the only difference is that nature lacks a preference for them, and their wisdom is not as good as the level of human development.

Dunshan knows the suffering of the demon seed and sympathizes with them, but he firmly believes that the poverty life is not the reason for the demon seed to slaughter humans, if it is the devil's fault, the demon seed should pray to God to improve their situation and change their fate, instead of relying on killing and enclosure to get happiness. The blood-soaked land, the hills stacked with bones, will be forever shrouded in a gloomy aura, and it will no longer be possible to give happiness to any species.

Walking along the Great Wall, Dunshan finally walked through the wasteland, through the woods, through the mountains, and returned to the grassland decorated with grass like a beautiful blue-green canvas.

The heavy footsteps are getting slower and slower, Dunshan longs to go home, but when he is about to arrive at the door, he is very afraid, he is afraid of seeing the familiar wooden house, afraid of hearing the familiar sound of the small river, and even more afraid of seeing the toys that are neatly placed when Luban No. 7 leaves. On the fence hung a string of bamboo dragonflies he dressed, and under the straw shed in the yard hung dried chili peppers and corn cobs, there was a thick stack of funny masks......

Pushing the door into the small courtyard, Dunshan's injured left leg seemed to be aggravated in an instant, and he shook softly twice, and he collapsed to the ground, but a steel arm protected Luban No. 7 and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"My ...... Good brother ......"

Dunshan howled and cried bitterly, from seeing the puppeteer breathe, to returning after defeating Candle Jiuyin, and now, he finally cried out the sorrow that was blocked in his heart. The Steel-Armored Samurai has no tears, he doesn't need tears, he just needs to vent.

In this way, crying until the middle of the moon, Dunshan stopped his sorrow.

He sat in the open space in the courtyard and didn't want to go anywhere, and he didn't eat or have an appetite for months. He gently patted Luban No. 7, the little guy used to play the game of playing dead, and when he leaned over to look at it, he suddenly opened his eyes, he knew and pretended to be startled, so as to make the child happy.

This time, no matter how Luban No. 7 was filmed, there was no response, how to play the game of pretending to be dead, as if it was real? Hey, this game is too unlucky, he is not allowed to play it again in the future......

Dunshan's mind was in a mess and he almost collapsed.

He moved his already stiff body, and remembered the last words of Luban 7 when he was dying, saying that he would build a boat for him and send him down the river.

"No, brother, don't leave me! I will definitely find a way to save you, Master Lu Ban has taught me so many skills, even if I am stupid and can't learn it, I will definitely remember at least one way to save you! ”

Dunshan sobbed and pleaded, and it was naturally impossible for Luban No. 7 to have any reaction.

Suddenly, he remembered what Lu Ban No. 7 had said, he said: "When the battle with Candle Jiuyin is over, whether I am dead or alive, take me back to the grassland, and then make a boat to put me in and let me float away along the water." Maybe I'll meet someone along the way who will save me and resurrect me? Then we will meet again one day. ”

"A day of reunion? A day of reunion! ”

These words, giving Dunshan infinite power, quickly pulled him out of his decadence, and he jumped up from the ground.

Luban No. 7 said something like that when he was dying, but that wasn't what a child who had just been born should say? No need to ask, it must be Master Luban hinting! It must be the master's idea to build a boat and send away Luban No. 7, maybe Nuwa Niangniang also gave a suggestion?

Dunshan slapped his head hard, almost slapping his head into a dent. But he didn't care at all, he just cursed why he was so slow, walking alone on the road for months, and only complaining and sad, and never understood the hidden signal in his last words!

He carried the wooden corpse and ran to the room where Luban No. 7 lived, kicked open the hidden door, and his tall body almost broke the door frame.

The room was a bit messy.

Luban No. 7 was carried to him on the road in his sleep, so the bedding on the small bed was not tidied up, and a rag doll the size of a palm was thrown to the ground.

On the small wooden table in the middle of the room, spread out the pen, ink and paper of Luban No. 7 practicing writing, on which are illegible birds and turtles, as well as small rivers and forests, which are the original world in the eyes of the little one......