"I see."

Stone nodded.

Qin Luo shook his head and said softly, "Everything in this world has value."

Ning Zhanpeng scratched his head awkwardly, "What you say is true, senior."

Shi Tou felt that Qin Luo's words made more sense, because Sister Tuanzi had said that many grasses are edible and many grasses can also cure diseases, so how could these grasses be said to be worthless weeds?

Qin Luo asked with a smile, "In this world, are we crops or weeds?"

"Are we crops?"

Ning Zhanpeng didn't know how to answer.

"Then I must be a weed."

Stone felt like he was like the weeds in the field, someone who would be disliked.

Looking at the thriving crops in front of him, Qin Luo said meaningfully, "These crops are growing so well because someone fertilizes them, waters them, and weeds them. If no one takes care of them every day, they might not even be as good as these weeds."

Ning Zhanpeng nodded, "What you said makes sense, senior."

Stone asked in confusion, "Since growing crops is so troublesome, why don't we eat grass?"

Ning Zhanpeng was amused.

"We are human beings, not cattle or horses."

Qin Luo explained with a smile, "Cattle and horses have excellent digestive abilities and can eat grass. Cultivators absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and eat dew and mist. Ordinary people can only eat easily digestible foods, such as these crops. Do you understand?"

"I see."

Suddenly, the stone became clear.

Ning Zhanpeng continued, "Senior, are we crops or weeds?"

Qin Luo looked up. "It depends on Him."

Ning Zhanpeng looked up. He understood Qin Luo's meaning and felt a chill run down his spine.

Shi Tou looked up, not understanding Qin Luo's meaning, only seeing the brilliant sunset.

Qin Luo smiled gently and said softly, "You should understand that what I say may not be true. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously."

"You're too modest, senior."

Ning Zhanpeng gained a lot. He felt that he used to be like a frog in a well. After meeting Qin Luo, he had the opportunity to open his eyes to the world.

Although Shi Tou didn't understand many things, he still remembered every word Qin Luo said.

Qin Luo led them forward.

A little girl was filling a bamboo basket with weeds.

Looking at the little girl, Qin Luo couldn't help but think of his junior sister. He smiled and asked, "Little girl, what are you doing picking up weeds?"

"Of course, it's for feeding the cows!"

The little girl picked up her basket and ran home.

Stone saw a weed lying on the edge of the field, unpicked and trampled by passing farmers.

When Stone saw the grass, he thought of his past self, so he picked it up.

at night.

Qin Luo and the others rested halfway up the mountain.

There were no people nearby, so Shitou ran to the top of the mountain and planted the grass at the highest point. But the grass drooped its head, with only one complete leaf remaining.

Qin Luo arrived at the mountain peak. He looked at the stone's actions and seemed to see hope. So he took out the golden gourd and poured a drop of dew onto the withering grass.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Stone's eyes were filled with gratitude.

Qin Luo looked at the ravaged grass, then rubbed Shi Tou's head and said softly, "I hope we can all live well."

"Uh-huh."

The stone nodded heavily.

The next day, early morning.

Qin Luo and the others walked into the distance.

On the mountaintop, a small blade of grass grows towards the sun.