A year, or ten years.

In fact, it didn't make Xu Guangling wait so long.

Changes, in less than a week, a series of changes that seem to be extremely obvious to Xu Guangling have occurred.

The first is the change in the breath of the earth, mountains and rivers and the breath of plants and trees.

This area has completely "risen" up, and all the vitality and aura have been mobilized to participate in the slow operation centered on the Nameless Mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain, Xu Guangling didn't need to look at it to see, well, the kind of extremely obvious adsorption rotation like the center of the Milky Way.

It's just that it's not the billions of stars that are swirling, but the vitality and aura that spread all over this area.

In other words, it can be said that everything in this area is wrapped in this rotation.

Plants and trees are in it.

The degree of interaction between plants and trees and vitality and aura is very deep, far more than animals, and even more so than humans.

As the "spirit of all things", the human being is actually slow to react to these two obviously extremely beneficial mist, and the reason for this is not clear to Xu Guangling until now, it is not just the relationship between the mind, because even the most pure and transparent baby is not as good as the grass and trees.

Of course, they do be stronger than adults.

Under the action of the two kinds of fog, the nameless mountain, the mountain, and even outside the mountain within the range of the fog rotation, all the plants and trees are under the action of the rotating fog, and the phenomenon of "Fan Xiu" appears.

The simple Fanxiu is nothing, after all, this is summer, and it is originally full of greenery.

However, many mountain flowers bloomed!

Even if the peach blossoms begin to bloom in April in the world, it is the sixth and seventh months of the solar calendar in August and the lunar calendar!

Even if there are flowers, they are very few.

Normally, looking at it, yellow, white, red, and purple are only a few, just a few embellishments, and more, or a dark green, or even light green.

And yet now......

The flower that should bloom in January has bloomed!

The flower which should bloom in February bloomed!

The flower which should bloom in March bloomed!

......

Wild peach blossoms and wild chrysanthemums compete for beauty, and winter plums compete with autumn osmanthus flowers. Roses, daffodils, moons, lilacs, and all kinds of nameless tree flowers, vine flowers, and grass flowers are all blooming in a nest and a clump.

In the first few days, just one here and one there, this situation is also normal in the mountains, although there are few, but it is not surprising, because the regional and small environmental conditions in the mountains are complex and not the same, so even if it is the same kind of plant, its "biological clock" is not consistent.

In terms of flowering and fruiting, there are ten days and a half in the morning, or one and two months in the evening.

But now, the situation is completely different.

Spring flowers bloomed, summer flowers bloomed, autumn flowers bloomed, winter flowers bloomed, and the flowers that were supposed to bloom in different spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons actually got some mysterious instructions, gathered together, and opened!

And it's so flamboyant, so gorgeous, so vigorous, so colorful!

The whole mountain field looks like a huge splash of ink and heavy colors, yes, "splash"! Probably only this word can slightly describe the beauty of the colors in the mountains and fields at this moment.

Colorful fields, incense fills the air.

And these colors, and the fragrance of various flowers, unsurprisingly attract all kinds of insects and animals.

Butterflies flutter all over the sky, wild bees and bees buzz.

Not only in the nameless mountains, but all over the surrounding areas with a radius of tens or even hundreds of miles! Even, not only in the mountains, but also beyond the mountains, there are villages, towns, and cities inhabited by human beings.

Wang Changfa is a villager in Xiaowang Village.

At the head of their village, there is a small mountain, this hill is not high, and the mountain people have no concept of altitude, but their ancestors have called it "Foot Neck Mountain" for generations, which means that the height of this mountain is only up to the foot neck.

Of course, there is more to it than that, but you can imagine the height.

There are not too many specialties in the hills, that is, some bamboo, firewood, reeds that rely on water, and some walnuts and hazelnuts that do not rely on water.

However, there are a lot of bamboos in the mountains, and the taste of bamboo shoots is quite good, the villagers call it sweet bamboo shoots, and there are also sweet water bamboo shoots.

These are public property, or ownerless things, and each village can harvest and dig them as needed, but in fact, in many cases, even the sweet bamboo shoots that taste good are mostly wasted.

Some of them have grown into bamboos, and some of them have been dug up by the villagers to stew and feed the pigs or chop them up and feed them to the chickens and ducks.

There are really not many people who are being eaten.

The taste of bamboo shoots is okay, but "chopping people", if you fry them in oil, they consume too much oil, and if you stew them with pork belly, they also cost money and labor. Over time, the villagers are too lazy to clean it up, it is not rare, in the case of a family, it is often the season of bamboo shoots, and it is only eaten once in ten days and a half months.

Most of the time, I only eat it two or three times a year.

Wang Changfa raised four big pigs, after breakfast today, he used to go to the mountains to hunt pigweed, by the way also dig some bamboo shoots, at this time the bamboo shoots have not yet reached the season of a large number of out, not too much, but quite tender, pigweed and bamboo shoots mixed, pigs eat more appetizing.

Carrying a big bamboo basket on his back, a sickle in the basket, and a small shovel, Wang Changfa had just left the village, and when he arrived at the mountain pass, he was a little stunned.

I always felt like something was wrong.

But after being stunned for a long time, he even turned around and looked around, but he didn't find anything wrong.

was a rough man, Wang Changfa just muttered a local word that he didn't know what it meant, and he still entered the mountain as usual.

Just before he stopped, and where he looked around, a small white flower, lying in the grass, bloomed silently.

Then, to the east, to the south, to the west, to the north, or to the head of the village, to the mountain pass, to the river, to the high ground, in all directions, under the roots of the trees, in the grass, by the river, on the ridges of the fields, it is not dense, but there are always here and there, little white flowers, or small yellow flowers, and so on.

This phenomenon, when he was in the mountain pass, Wang Changfa didn't notice it, or rather, he found it, but he didn't notice it.

However, as he made his way down the mountain path, he had not taken a few steps before he stopped again, and frowned.

This time, he found out that something was wrong!

He is now walking on a path that has been stepped on by him and other villagers, or their ancestors, and there are grass and trees on the side of the road, mostly hairy grass. Sometimes, where the grass sticks out diagonally and occupies the road, they will clean it up when they pass by.

This is not the case.

But now, what's going on?

Wang Changfa's brows furrowed deeply like a ghost, he remembered, he only came back from this trail last night?

He also cleared a slightly sticking out grass.

But now, stretching from under his feet, there are one, two, three, four, five...... What the hell is that hairy grass that has seen at least a dozen places that has stretched out diagonally to block the path?

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