The spiritual energy stored in the Shan Hai Jing is not sufficient, according to Pan Long's experience, if it is said that the Shan Hai Sutra can open the other world for three months when it is full of aura, now it can only be opened for a maximum of two months.

However, two months is actually enough if you make good use of it.

He searched for a clean and spacious place in the mountains, then closed his eyes and entered the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

This time, he appeared in the midst of a lush wood.

The woods are densely vegetated and look like they are alive. But Pan Long didn't even need to look with his eyes to feel that the problem here was huge.

He looked around for a moment, his brow furrowed.

...... The vegetation here is abnormally dense!

Supposedly, in the forest, the grass on the ground will not be very lush because the trees block the sunlight - after all, there is not enough sunlight.

The denser the tree and the more developed the canopy, the less grass there will be under the tree.

At least Pan Long, whether in the North or in the Central Plains, saw most of the situations.

But this forest is completely different, the trees are dense, and it goes without saying that even the weeds on the ground are very dense and close together, and it looks like a summer field, a completely green ocean.

But that's not right!

Plants need air, water, and sunlight to grow, and the woods are so dense that the sunlight is mostly obscured by the cascading canopy, and when it falls to the ground, it is already as dark as evening.

In such an environment, such dense weeds should not grow!

He looked at it for a moment, then with a wave of his hand, he shoveled away a patch of weeds like a shovel, revealing the ground below.

There were quite a few black ashes on the ground.

He reached out and took some of the ashes into his palm, and after a few glances he determined that it was grass ash.

So his brow furrowed even more.

Grass ash is not rare, but this thing is not easy to preserve in nature, often as long as it rains, after ten days and half a month, it will disappear without a trace.

Northlanders tend to set a fire in their fields after the autumn harvest. It can not only burn pests, but also burn the remaining grass roots and the like into ashes, which can be used as fertilizer for the next year's farming.

After a wildfire, the field was completely covered with grass ash with a gray layer. In order to prevent them from being blown away by the wind and wasted, it is often necessary to splash water and sprinkle soil in time to cover the ashes of the plants and trees.

And after the spring ploughing of the second year, when the fields are green and overgrown with crops, even if professional scouts come to dig three feet into the ground, they cannot find any traces of last year's grass and wood ashes.

Look at the abundance of vegetation here, there shouldn't be such a thing on the ground!

Pan Long looked around more closely, and immediately noticed that the number of animals in the forest was not right.

There were not many small animals such as insects, rats, and rabbits, but he found no trace of a larger predator.

Fierce beasts will use urine and feces to divide their territory, and a professional scout like Han Feng can know what fierce beasts are in this area as long as he walks around and smells in the wilderness.

Pan Long is not as professional as Han Feng, but his senses are more keen. But now, in this generation, he can't smell the slightest scent of beasts.

Could it be that there are no beasts in this forest?

Isn't the food chain here weird......

He muttered to himself, jumped up, and in a moment stood at the top of a large tree.

Standing here and looking at it, he became more and more puzzled.

Looking to the left, there are dense forests, and there is no edge as far as the eye can see, at least a dozen miles.

To the right, it was also a forest at first, but at most two or three miles away, the forest turned into a gray desert.

Gray and black are mixed, one by one, with no end in sight.

At this moment, a strong wind blew, and gray smoke rolled up on the desert, completely obscuring the field of vision, and it was no longer possible to see what was going on inside.

Pan Long is quite familiar with this kind of smoke, in the past, after the autumn harvest in the north, if the fields were burned after the autumn harvest in the north, if the watering and soil were late, and the wind happened to rise again, the grass and wood ashes would be swept up by the wind and become this kind of smoke.

It's exactly the same.

It's just that the scale of the smoke in front of him is many times larger than what he has seen in the past, and he doesn't know how many times.

"Damn, could it be that the desert, which used to be a forest or a grassland, was burned down by a fire?"

Pan Long couldn't help but say, "But even if it is burned out, the ashes of the plants and trees will not be kept for so long?

And...... If it is burned down, then why is the forest safe and sound?

He leaped over the canopy of the trees, and in a few moments he was at the edge of the forest and the desert.

As he guessed, this desert was indeed covered with thick grass and wood ash, and when he stepped on it, it didn't reach his knees, and he didn't know how there were so many.

But he didn't bother to think about it at all, just looked ahead in shock, and couldn't say a word.

Right in front of him, the forest and the desert were distinct, with a clear and straight boundary between them.

It was as if there was a big invisible hand, separating the two. On one side of this border line is a lush forest of lush trees and a vibrant green grass on the ground. On the other side of the border, there is a burned desert, and the ash is thick enough to bury half a man's legs.

"This can't be!" he couldn't help but say, "Impossible!"

Even if there is a person with a strong spell who sets fire to it and divides it at the same time, it is impossible for him to completely leave the vegetation on the edge of the fire completely unaffected.

If you can really make the fire next to the forest, but not even a single weed burns out, it is really extraordinary.

Maybe...... Even if it's the teacher Bi Lingkong, he can't do this kind of thing, right?

Pan Long couldn't help but crouch down and look carefully at the edge of the forest and desert, trying to find even the slightest trace of the weeds being burned.

But he searched for a while, but he never found it.

This made him a little worried.

Since he obtained the Classic of Mountains and Seas, although he has entered several worlds one after another, he has not really encountered too strong enemies.

Of course, there are masters in those worlds, but no matter which world, there are no characters who are masters to such a degree.

But in this world, such a master has appeared.

— but when you think about it, it seems reasonable.

This mineral is extremely rare in legends, and often a small piece is worth a lot of money. In more than one story, a piece of equipment made from it, or even just a piece of equipment mixed with some of these minerals, is priceless and plays a very important role in the plot.

In a world that can be rich in such treasures, how can there be no top masters?

Pan Long stood there quietly, silently considering the gains and losses, pondering whether he should take risks.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind to organize his belongings again, and put the most important ones that he was afraid of losing into the system equipment and inventory that should not be blown up by death, and then took a deep breath.

"Well, it can be regarded as an eye-opener to see what kind of sacredness can do this kind of thing!"

With that, he leaped to his feet, jumped up to the top of the tree again, and walked straight in the direction perpendicular to the dividing line between the woods and the desert.

With the improvement of cultivation, Pan Long's light skills have been called very clever.

With the help of the treetops as support, he moved forward quickly. It only took a quarter of an hour or so to reach the end of the woods.

At the edge of the dense forest is a vast lake, with a rippling surface of about two or three miles. At the end of the lake, there is an open field.

There are several rows of fences between the lake and the wilderness, and behind the fences there are a lot of things that look a bit like little towers. They are densely packed in several rows and look spectacular.

Behind this dense small tower, there were many neat things that could not be named, and from a distance I could see that there was a flickering cold light in them, obviously weapons or something.

There is no doubt that this is a large fortification, but it is not known who it is used for.

Behind this fortification, there is a field of farmland that is lush and overgrown with crops. Because of the distance and obstruction, Pan Long couldn't see what was planted in the field for the time being, but at least they were growing well and should be able to harvest a bumper harvest.

Pan Long's gaze went beyond the farmland and continued to look behind him, where he saw a house.

The house has a pointed, sun-reflecting roof that looks very smooth. The whole room is shaped like a spire, and many holes for attack can be clearly seen in the walls, and many holes have cold light flashing inside, so you can see that it is definitely not a kind place.

"A fortress?" Pan Long frowned, "Have I ever played such a game?"

He struggled to recall, and felt that he had never played a game with such an environment.

Not to mention anything else, the desert full of grass and ash is too unfriendly to players. Walking inside, not to mention the deep and shallow feet, the wind and the vision are basically gone.

Even if you have a system map, you won't get lost because of it, and how can you fight monsters when you have no vision?

I'm afraid it's going to be a "monster hunter......

As for this minaret, which he knew at first glance was a defensive fortress, he was not even impressed.

He had seen a lot of minaret-like buildings. For example, "The Twin Towers", "The White Tower", "The Magic Tower", "The Tower of Babel", "The Infinite Tower", ...... Many, many, many can name a large group in one breath.

He had also seen a lot of such spires for pure defense. In many fantasy-themed games, such spires will appear.

However, such minarets are basically present in the fortress and serve as the central pillar of the fortress. Or maybe it's inhabited by powerful mages who can provide spell support to the entire stronghold, giving players a range of quests – perhaps selling potions, scrolls, and even power-ups.

A lone minaret, surrounded by farmland, and farther away are defensive positions...... With such a layout, Pan Long was not impressed at all.

He crossed the forest, tread the waves, and walked in the direction of the minaret.

Before he could reach the shore, he heard a loud and rude voice shouting, "Stop!"

Pan Long stopped and stood on the water.

There was less hostility in the voice, more confusion: "Huh, why are you standing on the water? Are you a ghost, why did you come out during the day?"

"I'm a passing traveler. Pan Long replied, "I have traveled far and wide, searching for the mineral Mithriru. To do this, I can exchange various treasures and resources. ”

The voice immediately shouted, "What did you exchange it for?"

"Use what you need. Pan Long said.

"We don't need anything!" the voice yelled.

But then another equally loud voice shouted, "We need it!

"We've got wine!" said the voice from earlier.

"But not enough!" cried the second voice, "there will never be enough wine!"

Then the two voices agreed and said in unison, "Do you have any wine?"

"There are some. Pan Long replied.

"Come on, we welcome all those who bring wine to the door. ”

Pan Long walked over, over the fence, through the dense towers about two meters high, and then through a large road in the field, to the front of the minaret.

The gate of the minaret has been opened, but this door is a little short, with Pan Long's stature, it is almost on top of Pan Long's head, and you need to bow your head slightly when you enter the door, so as not to accidentally bump into it.

Two stubby, bearded men came out of the door, one after the other. Before he could get out, one of them was shouting, "Where is the wine?"

Listening to the voice, this person was clearly the second person to speak just now.

Pan Long smiled, touched his hand behind his back, took out a barrel of liquor from his bracers, and placed it on the ground in front of him.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste. ”

The two big men hurriedly came, and as soon as they stretched out their hands, they didn't see any force, and the lid of the barrel nailed with nails was lifted, and the rich aroma of wine overflowed.

The eyes of the two of them immediately straightened, and their faces turned red. One took a deep breath, his face full of fascination, while the other simply poked his head into the barrel, and drank without any tools.

Pan Long didn't stop it, he had already recognized the identities of these people and knew that they were definitely not cheaters.

If the dwarves who have a "upright" temperament in various games and stories will also play tricks and tricks, Pan Long will wonder if there is something wrong with this world.

The dwarf who was sucking the wine opened his eyes, and saw that his companion was grunting and drinking, and immediately became furious, shouted "Hello", and also stretched his head out, knocked his companion away, and reached into the bucket and drank loudly.

The dwarf who was knocked away was not angry, and laughed a few times and gave Pan Long a thumbs up.

"Good wine!" he said, "good friend!"

Pan Long smiled and nodded, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from inside the spire.

"I smell the wine!"

"Is today the day to drink?"

"I'm going to drink!"

"Drink!"

A group of dwarves shouted and hurled out of the spire.

They were dressed in a variety of costumes, some with tools in their hands, and some even in pajamas. But one thing was exactly the same - their faces were full of eagerness and enthusiasm.

For these dwarves, drinking is probably the most important thing in the world.