A raft made of wood and bamboo poles appeared in front of Fengsheng's eyes, it was firmly tied together with brown hemp rope, and it could carry two people, presumably the tool that Fengqi and his companions had come to here.

The wind came to the raft, grabbed the rope from it, and dragged it vigorously to the shallow water of the river.

After helping Feng Qi to the raft, Feng Sheng jumped on it, sat on the opposite side of Feng Qi, grabbed a bamboo pole in his hand, and tightened his hands one by one, inserted them into the sand at the bottom of the river, and slammed them hard.

Along the river, the two sat on a raft and floated downstream, like a leaf in the wind.

Fengsheng was surprised to find that he seemed to have entered a fantasy world.

The sky is clear and blue, the sun is warm and warm, the white clouds are as white as jade, and the breeze shakes the treetops with a gentle rustling sound.

The river water is crystal clear, like a bay of blue waves, the fish in the water are fat and huge, and a few water birds on the river surface spread their wings and fly, stirring up a few ripples, and slowly disappearing on the water surface.

A brown-skinned man, standing on a high rock on the shore, his hands together facing forward, his body bowed, catapulted into the river, and in an instant he came out of the water, shining like a big silver fish, with a smile on his face, holding a silver-white fish in his hand--- the locals called "silver fairy" fish, jumping around.

The huge trees on the shore are boundless, towering into the clouds, the trunks are so thick that several people can't surround them, the canopy covers the sky, the area is a few points larger than a football field, and the leaves that fall on the ground can be used as a quilt for a person.

About two hours later, when the sun was sinking in the west, the water shone like a ray of flame, and the raft crossed the river under the command of the wind, and approached the opposite shore, where there was a place that looked like a pier, and a few dead tree stumps stood by the river.

After approaching the stump, the wind jumped off the raft first, pulled the hemp rope tied to the raft in his hand, pulled the raft towards the river, and then, beckoning the wind to get off the raft. Finally, tie the raft to a tree stump and follow a dirt road, over rolling hills, through a low bush, listening to the constant sound of birds, into the forest lined with giant trees.

The sun had completely disappeared, the moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight poured into the forest like mercury.

After a while, the wind carried his pockets on his back, and the wind staggered to the open space between the trees. The two of them stood there, motionless, and the wind was looking around, as if looking for something.

"The wind is back?"

A dull sound came into the ears of the wind, like a thunderclap, and then, a man in gray clothes, as if out of nowhere, suddenly appeared in front of him, startled the wind, and trembled.

The man in gray was unusually strong, with bulging muscles looming in his clothes, a pair of gray round eyes wide open, hair tied back like a broomstick, thick lips, and surprisingly large ears.

"Come back, come back!" Then there was another sharp voice, like a sharp knife cutting off a tender leaf.

The man in gray looked at the two of them, with a look of surprise on his face, and pointed to the wind and asked, "Who is he?"

Before the wind could answer, a sharp voice came again.

"Who's it?

In the midst of the consternation of the wind, a huge cockatoo landed on the ground in front of them, its head azure blue, its pointed beak bright red blood, its back green grass, and its belly white from the top of the Himalayas.

The high-pitched sound was made by the parrot that looked like a multicolored cartoon, and it had a thumb-length ant in its mouth, and the ant was all turquoise, and the ant was struggling to escape. The cockatoo looked at the two of them, his head moving occasionally, his red eyes rolling around, and his expression was extremely serious and serious, as if he were interrogating a prisoner.

Feng Qi's mouth was wide open, his face was red, and he could only make a simple "ahh He stretched out his finger, pointed to the sound of the wind beside him, and gestured to introduce the wind to the man in gray.

But the man in gray, after listening to it for a long time, still couldn't understand what he meant. The irritable man in gray quickly approached Feng Qi, carried him on his shoulders, took a few steps, walked to the big tree in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, like an ape, jumped up the big tree, and the two disappeared from the sight of the wind in an instant.

Except for the huge, dense foliage, the wind didn't see where exactly they went.

A few minutes later, just as the wind was startling, a feeble but determined voice came from the trees, "Thank you, this warrior!" ”

The cockatoo in front of him also said: "Tired, tired." ”

The wind raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, it was from the big tree where the wind had risen and disappeared, but he didn't see anyone.

"I'm tired today, so let's eat something and get some rest. ”

The sound of the wind saw the leaves at the largest branch, and moved slightly, followed by a rustle, and there was no more movement.

The parrot was startled, its wings snapped, and flew up to a tree. Before the wind could react, he felt the arms on both sides being clamped tightly, and involuntarily walked towards the big tree on the left.

"What's going on?" he asked, but no one paid any attention to him.