As you move forward, the trunks of the trees like buckets, the leaves like covers, the tender moss, the red-billed blue birds passing through the forest, and the huge ants that are covered in green, all of these are alive in the memory of the words of the wind.

However, this canyon is very consistent with the latitude and longitude where the "Laika Valley" is located, is this the key to controlling the earth's climate change---- the eye of the phoenix, the anchor of the earth?

Perhaps, it was just a coincidence, and even the scene in the depths of memory was also a coincidence, they just broke into an unknown world.

The three of them lined up in a row, with ropes tied to their bodies, walked among several men with weapons in their hands, and the sunlight shone through the sparse leaves on their faces, forming dappled light and shadow, just like the mood of the three of them.

Thirty minutes later, the stumbling group came to a flat field covered by giant trees, and a cockatoo hovered over their heads, "Bad guys, catch bad guys." The parrot's shrill voice sounded overhead. Then the parrot fluttered overhead, towards the thickest and tallest tree in the distance, and finally disappeared into the leaves.

Everyone came to the open space in front of the big tree, and walked in front of the "Guapi Brother" to stop them, he turned to face the big tree to the north, put one palm on his chest, bowed towards the big tree, and said loudly: "Returning to the sect master, the trespasser of the canyon has been caught by us, how to deal with it?"

"Let's go and interrogate it first, then lock it up, and deal with it after the sacrificial ceremony, go!"

The voice came from above the tree, weak but firm, as if it were a summer breeze blowing from afar.

This voice, when it came into the ears of the wind language, was like a thunderclap, which startled his mouth wide, and he unconsciously cried: "Ah, is it you? I am Ahyu--- your son!"

The people standing next to the Wind Whisper were stunned for a moment, especially "Brother Guapi", his eyes were round, and he looked at the Wind Whisper as if he was looking at an alien.

"He, he, he, who is he?" said the stammering brother, pointing to the words of the wind.

Bai Lotian and Manshuang had a look of surprise on their faces, like a stranger they didn't know.

Wind whisper looked up at the tree, his eyes full of tears, this voice appeared in his dreams countless times, he will not forget.

At this time, standing in the wooden house on the big tree, the sect master style, heard the sound from under the tree, his whole body trembled, as if a cold wind was blowing on his cheeks, he had not heard such a shout for more than half a century, "Afu" is his son's honorific title for himself. He was astonished, could it be his own son who had returned, and he hurriedly opened the curtain made of green leaves,

"Who are you, and why do you call me Ahma?"

"Ah, I'm your Arabic language, the Arabic language who walked out of here fifty-five years ago!" I saw Professor Fengyu, holding the five-pointed star made of jade in his hand--- which was a symbol of his status!

Sure enough, it was the voice of Arabic, although there were many vicissitudes of life, but the taste of his childhood could still be heard in the voice. The style trembled, "It's the voice of the Arabic language, it's the Arabic language is back!" His tears burst out of his eyes, like dewdrops rolling out of a deep gray-black pool.

When the air seemed to freeze and everyone was stunned in the clearing, the style floated down from the big tree, and in an instant, it fell in front of everyone, standing straight in front of the Wind Whisper, staring at his cheeks, and then looking at the Wind Whisper with all his body.

At this moment, Feng Zhiyu was wearing a gray shirt and a navy blue vest, most of his hair was gray, his body was thin, and the wrinkles on his face were becoming more and more obvious.

When Feng Zhiyu saw the style, he recognized him at a glance, he was still the same, but he was much older, his hair was gray, and his eyes were blank, which was the "Ah" he was thinking about. Feng Zhiyu hugged the style, buried his head in his arms, and cried bitterly, "Ah, it's been fifty-five years, and I'm finally back." ”

"Great, it's God's will to bring my son back to me. Style patted the wind on the shoulder, "Over the years, for our 'wind department', you have suffered hardship, child!"

"Ah, Fengbu, what's going on?" Bai Lotian was confused, and said to himself, the world is changing too fast, and his IQ can't keep up with this rapid change.

"Meet the young sect master, there are many offenses, and we deserve death for our crimes. Guapigo looked embarrassed, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and slammed his head on the ground.

"Sin, sin, sin deserve ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand death. When Brother Stammering saw Brother Guapi kneeling on the ground, he immediately understood, and he also knelt down and kowtowed.

Style kicked them in the ass a few times and yelled, "You fools with no eyes, don't hurry up and let go!"

With a wave of his right hand, he shouted loudly at the big trees on all sides: "Fathers and elders, my son--- your young sect master is back!

As if coming out of the ground, there were many more people in the open space of Hulaladi, old and young, mostly dressed in gray clothes and smiling faces.

After a while, a few tables and dozens of chairs were set up in the open space, and they all sat down, and then someone brought a black ceramic tea bowl and poured hot green tea.

The cockatoo rushed down from the tree, landed on Style's shoulder, and shouted, "Hello Young Sect Master!" and turned his head to stare at Manshuang, "Hello beauty!" caused Manshuang to laugh out loud.

At this time, Style stood up, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking at everyone levelly, and pointing to the wind beside him,

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my son, who was sent away by the 'Wise Man of Wurong' fifty-five years ago, ---when he was only seven years old. ”

Everyone, including Bai Lotian and Manshuang, let out a smack sound, and their eyes looked at Professor of the Whisper of the Wind.

"It turns out that the professor's name is 'Wind Talk'. Bai Lotian whispered to Manshuang.

"Why do you want to send him to the outside world, according to the 'Wurong Wise Man', the canyon where we are has begun to fission, as you can see, all kinds of disasters are frequent, and the harvest is not as good as a year, so we must find a new foothold and a new home for the descendants of the wind department. This sacrifice is only for me to do, to sacrifice my son!"

"Where is the 'Wise Men of Wurong' now?" asked the Wind whisper.

"The 'Wurong Wisdom' is our savior, since a thousand years ago, we came to the canyon, the 'Wurong Wisdom' has been living here, he has given us great help to the Wind Department, five years ago, after the 'Wurong Wisdom' said goodbye to me, walked into the 'Houshan Holy Cave', disappeared there, and never came back. ”