Mu Yang walked to the fire, and everyone saw clearly his appearance. The tall and handsome Han man looked like he didn't look like he was running in the desert, without any smell of wind and sand. Everyone felt relieved. At least they didn't have to worry about being a horse bandit. . The fastest update

The man with a hairy face is the leader of this camel caravan. He is in his 40s this year. He let Mu Yang go beside the fire and warm up his body first, and asked Bo Calendar to get a bowl of water.

In the desert, it is a way to treat guests.

"But uncle, so do we"

Just as Bo Calendar was about to say something, he was interrupted by a furious man, "Don't talk nonsense, have you forgotten the rules of our camel caravan walking in the desert? Go quickly."

Bo Calendar glared at Mu Yang and left with Puribu in disappointment. He came to the pile of goods and untied the water bag. Bo Calendar muttered to Puribu: "Look at that person, wearing strange clothes, may not be a good person."

Puribu handed over the bowl to collect water and said with a smile: "The customs of the thirty-six countries in the desert are different, and they wear everything. What's so strange about this?"

"Then have you seen a person walking in the desert in the dark? Wolves, poisonous insects, quicksand, and night cold, all of them are life-threatening, and he is not afraid."

"Didn't you hear that man say that he just came out of seclusion? He also has short hair. I guess he is a monk." Puri preached.

Mu Yang and the man with a hairy face sat next to the fire. The man with hairy face said, "My name is Zabu. I have been walking in this desert for almost 20 years. I have encountered wolves, sand thieves, and sand storms. But the first time I have met someone like you, are you a monk? Are you practicing alone."

Mu Yang thought about it and smiled: "It's considered a practice."

"What method did the master practice and why did he come to this desert alone? Don't you know that there are many crises in the desert and may die at any time?"

"Haha, I just can't figure out some things, so I'm just taking a walk." Mu Yang shook his head.

Mu Yang didn't know how long it took for this time to practice. One day, one month or one year. He only knew that he woke up from the cultivation and found that the piece of jade in his hand had already turned into powder, leaving only a pile of pieces of fragments, but his mental power had a qualitative leap, reaching the middle level of the mental power training method in one fell swoop.

Muyang rose up and used his mental power to control the sand mountain in front of him, and he could easily flatten a sand mountain.

Now fighting with Tiga, although I can't hurt Tiga with my mental power, Mu Yang feels that I can protect myself. Even if Tiga has strong mental power, I probably can't hurt myself. The rest depends on my ability.

It was when the sun set, the lonely smoke in the desert was straight, the long river was setting, and the sunset in the desert was also very beautiful. Muyang looked at the sunset and thought a lot in his heart, and suddenly became a little confused. What was I doing for?

Since I got the system, my life trajectory has changed a lot, but I am also busy and even working hard.

Can you live better? I have countless wealth, status, palaces, food, and women in several planes, and there is no shortage of any of them. Why do I fight, just to get a reward for that skill? Or I have fallen into the circle of inertial thinking and can't get out of it, and I only know to rush forward blindly and lose other ideas.

One more skill or one less skill will not affect my current life. I have lived a very comfortable life. Is there anything more good? No more?

What am I still fighting for?

The more you think, the more confused you are, the more you are. Mu Yang walked into a dead end of the philosopher's thinking.

Bo Calendar came over with a bowl and handed it to Mu Yang. He said unanimously: "We don't have much water. You can save some drinks and don't drink them all at once."

Mu Yang naturally knew that in the desert, giving a bowl of water can sometimes save a life, so there is the etiquette of delivering water in the desert. Perhaps this is also for the sake of encountering the same thing one day, and someone is willing to help him.

Mu Yang took the water bowl and the water in the bowl was not clear, with a hint of brown color. There were more than a dozen grains of sand at the bottom of the bowl, rolling constantly with the waves of water. Mu Yang even smelled a rotten smell. Maybe the water had been stored for a long time and had become a little deteriorated.

Mu Yang looked at the others' cracked lips and the eager eyes of the clear water in the bowl. He knew that they had not much clear water, but he gave him a night of clear water. This was already a kindness. In the desert, a bowl of water could save lives.

Besides, he is just a traveler I never knew.

I can only say that these people are good people and a group of kind people.

"Thank you." Mu Yang said thank you softly.

Put the bowl to your mouth and drink the water in big mouthfuls.

The others sitting next to him saw Mu Yang drinking water in big mouthfuls, and some people couldn't help swallowing their dry throat.

After drinking the water, he handed the empty bowl to Bo Calendar. The guy took the bowl, but found that there was still a mouthful of uncooked bottom of the bowl. Bo Calendar didn't care about the rolling sand at the bottom of the bowl, and poured a few drops of water from the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, and even smacked it twice.

"Brother Zabu, what do you mean by the purpose of people running around constantly?" Mu Yang asked the fur-faced man next to him.

The man with a hairy face was stunned, "I never thought about it. But if I want to eat something when I am hungry, I have to work and farm to make money to support my family. When I open my eyes, there is a family waiting for you. The children are hungry. Women hope you will give him a stable home. If I don't run around, I will go hungry, and the elderly, women and children will go hungry."

Mu Yang was also stunned when he heard such an answer.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never been hungry, and he cannot experience this kind of struggle and survival. He is like the flowers in a greenhouse, and has never experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow in the wild.

"If you are already strong enough, not afraid of any enemies, not lacking in food and drink, what else do you have to pursue next?" Mu Yang asked.

Before the mop answered, Bo Calendar heard Mu Yang say this and said in a disdainful tone: "Daydreaming, it's night now, and I'm dreaming when I fall asleep, and I'm not short of anything. Do you think you are the emperor king? Even those emperor kings still dislike their own small country. When they are strong, they will rob other people's chassis, money, women, who don't think that they will live a richer and more comfortable life, and it's timidity and laziness if they don't pursue it."

Although Bo Calendar has a bad tone, he is telling the truth. Mu Yang asked himself, is he really going to the peak? It’s far from that. There are too many things in the world that he can’t do. Now he has the idea that he can stop and rest. Perhaps it’s because he is timid and may be the difficulties that may arise in the future.

A serious injury caused a lot of my confidence.

Mu Yang laughed and suddenly stood up.

Bo Calendar tightened his body and unconsciously touched the dagger in his arms.

Mu Yang was happy, his heart was untied, and he said loudly: "You invite me to drink a bowl of water, then I will invite you to drink fine wine as a return gift."
Chapter completed!