The breeze blows through the mountains, and the sun shines through the dense foliage, casting flares of light.

Bai Lotian and Manshuang walked in the jungle under the leadership of Brother Stammering. Brother Stammering deliberately got very close to Manshuang, almost touching her shoulder, Manshuang muttered his nose, showed a disdainful gaze, and walked away.

"I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!" Bai Lotian raised his hand to pick a bush leaf and threw it into the stream next to him.

"What didn't you expect?" said Manshuang's cheeks flushed slightly.

"My mentor, Professor --- Wind Language, has such a bizarre experience, he is actually a person from the 'Laika Valley', or the son of the sect master, that is, the crown prince. ”

"Oh, bizarre indeed, how much like a mythical story. Manshuang approached Bai Lotian, and the smell of the man's body wafted into her nostrils.

Frosty black hair, like a waterfall, flowed behind her. A pale yellow leaf, falling with the wind, fell on her long hair, and Bai Lotian reached out to pluck it for her.

Brother stammering rubbed his nose vigorously with his fingers, raised his foot to kick the stones on the side of the road far away, and deliberately said loudly: "Alas, alas, in front of us is a chestnut tree, and we can harvest a lot of chestnuts every year, but it is fragrant!"

Bai Lotian turned red, smiled wryly, and left his frosty hair, looking at the top of the Himalayas in the distance, where under the sunlight, it was extraordinarily bright, like a sharp sword inserted into the sky, and the cold light was cold.

Bai Lotian said: "I followed the professor, I went all the way and almost lost my life, just to save mankind, to find the distortion point of climate change, and now I finally see hope." ”

"I hope you succeed. Manshuang said softly.

"We?" Bai Lotian turned his head to look at Manshuang, "You're one of them." ”

"Me?" said Frost grinned, revealing her snow-white teeth, "How dare I compare myself to you, I just like to play." ”

"If it weren't for your help, how would we have come to the canyon?" besides, I think you ......" However, Bai Letian's last voice was so small that even he himself couldn't hear what he said clearly.

Manshuang suddenly was in a trance for a while, her heart was a little lost, she didn't know what to say, she always felt that some words were blocked in her heart, her throat moved, she didn't make a sound, she just swallowed her saliva and moistened her throat.

Manshuang understood her mission, and in the face of everything in front of her, her heart suddenly became a mess, but at this moment, she wanted to escape from here.

Manshuang raised his head and let out a whistling sound, like the clear sound of a bamboo flute, over the mountains and rivers, and into the distance.

After a while, several blue birds flew in the sky, jumping up and down on the branches, looking at them excitedly.

Brother Stammering was stunned all of a sudden, he didn't expect that this beauty could attract a blue bird. Manshuang glanced at the blue birds, waved their sleeves, and they flew into the distance like arrows, stammering with their mouths wide open, as if they were stupid.

"Beauty!" suddenly a sharp voice came from the tree, and then the cockatoo fluttered down and landed on Bai Lotian's shoulder.

From the depths of the forest, from the undisturbed silence, a faint mist floated, shrouding the trees and mountain tops, and through the dense mist, Bai Lotian seemed to see a mirage, which was beautiful.

At this time, in the mist, on the other side of the forest, the sound of the wind was walking towards the holy cave in the back mountain.

With the advent of the day of the sacrificial ceremony, his mood became more nervous, so he accelerated the speed of the investigation, and today he came to the vicinity of the Houshan Holy Cave again while the wind and frost did not follow him.

Everything has been planned, although he has lost Feng Yang, but Feng Yang's younger brother Feng Niu, who is also a chef, participates in the provision of banquet ingredients during the sacrifice ceremony, and can also provide himself with necessary help, thinking of this, his mood is a little calmer.

Unconsciously, the sound of the wind passed through the misty woods and came to the side of the square in front of the ancient temple, where several boxes were drawn in the center of the ancestral temple with white lime water, and a large pile of brown thick wood was stacked in the boxes, which were marked with different numbers with bright red paint, most likely used to build a platform.

He stood behind a large tree and looked at the gate of the ancestral temple, where the crimson gate was hidden and filled with cigarette smoke, as if he could hear the sound of chanting, and it seemed that they were preparing for the sacrificial ceremony in a few days.

From the location of the wind, there is a distance of about 200 meters to the gate of the ancient temple, from the inside through the back door of the ancestral temple, through a corridor, into the back mountain holy cave, if it goes well, it only takes a few minutes is enough, the only worry is whether the back door of the ancestral temple and the gate of the holy cave are locked, if the ceremony is held on June 1, it should be open. Feng Sheng took out a pen and paper from his pocket, marked the diagram, and wrote down the detailed data on it.

The sound of the wind looked around, and slowly, tiptoeing towards the center of the square, behind the woods, was the best place to peek into the ancient temple.

When he showed his eyes, the door of the ancestral temple "creaked" and was all opened, and two men came out of it, dressed in gray clothes and wearing gray hoods. They stretched lazily, yawned, and walked up and down the square.

The wind hurriedly retracted his head and leaned closely behind the wood, not daring to breathe for fear of being discovered.

It's really leaking and raining.

There was a sound of talking, coming from the woods, obviously someone was coming from the forest path, and the wind immediately fell into a dilemma, behind was the guards who came out of the ancestral temple, and in front of them were people who came through the forest.

As the voices grew louder and louder, the two guards had apparently heard the voice, and they also looked this way, and the other guard began to walk over.

The time is fleeting, there is no time for the rumors to think about it, and it is necessary to act quickly.

The sound of the wind left the pile of timber, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the big tree on the left side of the square, and the stone hit the trunk with a "snap" sound, and the guard's eyes were drawn to the tree.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wind tightened his clothes, and the cat raised his waist, like a sharp arrow, and swooped to the right side of the square, and plunged headlong into the grove, towards the thief cave where the wind sheep had led him.

Bai Lotian, who had just walked out of the woods, looked at the ancient temple in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, not far away, a figure flashed in front of him, like a ghost in the fog.

A name flashed in Bai Letian's mind: "Feng ......", and he couldn't help blurting it out.

Frost apparently saw it too, and she shouted, "Rain ......"

In the end, neither of them said their names, just stood there in surprise, looking in the direction where the wind had disappeared.

"You guys are so funny, what 'wind', 'rain', isn't it just a bit foggy, in front, in front of our ancestral temple, in a few days, a sacrifice ceremony will be held here, and the whole family, the whole clan, will participate. Stammering said.

"Someone, someone!" The cockatoo flew up from Bai Lotian's shoulder, hovering in the air.

Bai Lotian immediately calmed down, this is impossible, how can the wind appear here? Absolutely impossible, maybe he is dazzled, maybe he is not allowed to run over, maybe it is a beast.

However, Bai Lotian saw Manshuang's suspicious face, his eyes were fixed in the direction where the wind disappeared, and he walked over and patted her on the shoulder, "We may have seen it wrong." ”

"Y-what did you see? Why didn't I see it. The stammerer asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Stupid, blind!" the parrot looked at the stammering brother with round eyes.

"No, I didn't see anything, I was talking. Bai Lotian replied with a smile, his eyes looking at the guards who came running.

"Who is here?" said one of the bucket-sized guards, pointing at them.

"I, I, we are ......," the stammerer replied busily until his neck was red, and he didn't say anything.

"Son of the Sect Master," cried the parrot, "friend!

"Friend, do you have a pass?" questioned another man with buckteeth, holding a bright machete in his hand, one leg shaking on the ground, and his movements were very arrogant.

"Forget it, we just go around casually, and we don't go in, so we don't have to be so nervous. Bai Lotian glanced at the ancestral temple and didn't find anything new.

"Sect, sect master, let me take them around, turn, turn......" The more anxious the stammering brother became, he swallowed his saliva vigorously.

"I see, isn't it?" the bucket-sized man patted the dust on his hands, "As long as you don't enter the ancestral temple, please do it." With that, he turned and stared at the tree that had made the noise, and said no more.

"It's almost now, today, I'll take you around tomorrow. The stammerer scratched his head and apologized, as if he had something else to do.

Brother Stammering led the two of them, bypassed the ancestral temple, walked through the side of the holy cave in the back mountain, followed a pebble-paved path, passed through a long and long crop field, and walked towards the sect master's wooden house.

Professor Feng was sitting on a low stool, drinking tea and talking to his father, recounting his experiences over the past few decades.

His father--- style held a long cigarette stick in his hand, the mouthpiece was stuffed with dark yellow tobacco leaves, and when he smoked it, a puff of white smoke came out of his teeth, and he enjoyed it.

Beside them was a well made of rocks from the mountain, and beside the well was a stone-made hut full of bacon, sausages, flour, grains, and fresh vegetables.

Frost came running from a distance, like a little bird, and jumped behind Professor Wind, put a flower plucked from the field, and placed it on his head, and then leaned back and laughed.

After seeing Bai Lotian and them come back, Style stood up, clapped his hands, and spit out a puff of smoke, "Okay, Ah Yu, I'm a little tired today, you can continue to talk." ”

Professor Feng hurriedly stood up and reached out to support the style, "Okay, Ah, you go and rest, I'll help you over." ”

"No, I can do it. With that, he put away his long cigarette stick, coughed twice, and walked briskly to the big tree next to him, and in the blink of an eye, he flew up and disappeared into the leaves.

"Professor, guess who I saw?" Bai Lotian said to him loudly before he could walk up to Professor Feng.

"Who?"

"You can't imagine it!" Bai Lotian put his mouth to Professor Feng's ear and whispered his name.

Professor Feng's face changed, "How is this possible?"