It is more than 100 kilometers from Yunhai Forest Farm to Laolinzi, and it takes two days to reach the edge by crossing eight valleys along the way.

Ling Zikai asked if he wanted to prepare something.

Sugol waved his hand and said disdainfully: "The mountain is the home of our Durenke people, you said that when you go home, what else do you need to prepare?"

Uncle Boer looked at Ling Zikai's body, went into the house and took out a half-used hunting outfit and asked him to change into it. Ling Zikai looked at it, it was all made of roe deer skin, including leather clothes, leather pants, leather boots, etc. Ling Zikai wore it on his body, and the size was appropriate, but it was autumn and it was a little stuffy.

In addition, Uncle Boer prepared a few skins for Ling Zikai, which contained some dry food, milk wine or something. He asked him what else he needed. Ling Zikai looked at the shotgun on Su Guoer's shoulder, but he was a little envious, but he couldn't use it, and secondly, he didn't have a gun license, so he could only dispel this idea. I just asked for a dagger to take with me for self-defense.

As he entered the mountain, Sugor brought two horses and three hounds.

Ling Zikai saw that one of them was the jujube red horse he had ridden before, and obviously recognized him, and after seeing him from a distance, he raised his hooves and neighed happily.

As soon as Ling Zikai walked towards the jujube red horse, Su Guoer stopped him and shouted, "Hey, this is my mount, yours is the one!"

Ling Zikai looked at the other black horse, although it was not as tall as the jujube red horse, but it was fat and strong, oily and slippery, and it was not bad, but when he saw Su Guoer's tone was blunt, he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart, and stood still at the moment.

Su Guoer walked up to the jujube red horse, and just grabbed the reins, he saw the jujube red horse raise his head, struggle and let out a long neigh, and was unwilling to let him get on the horse.

Sugor was stunned for a moment, pulled the reins tightly, and forcibly flipped onto the horse's back. But after the jujube red horse circled in place, it suddenly raised its hind hooves. Caught off guard, Sugol was suddenly thrown off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

", what's going on?"

Seeing that the horse who had grown up with him since he was a child was guilty of an evil and refused to let himself get on the horse, Su Guoer was a little stunned, and when he saw Ling Zikai secretly laughing on the side, he couldn't help but get angry, and raised the horsewhip in his hand and whipped it towards the buttocks of the red horse.

The jujube red horse also exploded under the pain, and actually raised his hind hooves and kicked at Su Guoer.

After dodging away, Sugol raised his horsewhip again.

But at this moment, Uncle Boer shouted, "Stop! Sugol, you little rabbit cub, what evil are you doing to the horses!"

Su Guoer said with some grievances: "Grandpa, this horse is playing tricks on me!"

"Horses play tricks, you play tricks too!"

Uncle Bol glared at Sugol dissatisfied. Then he squinted at the jujube red horse, and was a little confused in his heart. Although I know that this horse is wild, he is still very tame to his family, what is going on today?

saw Ling Zikai smile and said, "Why don't you let me try?"

Regardless of whether Su Guoer agreed or not, he walked straight up.

Then, something stunned happened, when the jujube red horse saw Ling Zikai coming, not only did not resist, but lowered his head and hissed his body, as if facing the master, he seemed very affectionate, which shocked Bol's grandfather and grandson, and he didn't know what magic Ling Zikai had cast.

Seeing that the jujube red horse followed Ling Zikai, Su Guoer was a little depressed, this was his most beloved mount, and he didn't know which tendon he made a mistake, and he betrayed himself.

In desperation, he had to lead the other black horse.

Uncle Boer led the two to a mountainside more than 100 meters away from Puluozi, scraped off a large piece of bark from an old birch tree, and then used a piece of charcoal to draw the face of an old man with long eyebrows and a long beard on the white trunk of the bark scraped off, which looked vivid.

I saw Uncle Boer kneeling down, and Sugol knelt behind him.

Looking back, seeing that Ling Zikai was still standing still, Uncle Boer said, "Child, worshipping the ancestral god before entering the mountain is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years!"

Su Guoer snorted dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you kneel down and worship the ancestral god quickly, you don't even understand this rule, and you still want to go into the mountain!"

Ling Zikai muttered in his heart: "If you want you to say, Lao Tzu is still the messenger shaman of the ancestral god! Just draw a person's face on the tree and worship, this is too disrespectful to the ancestral god!"

He didn't know that for the people in the mountains, especially for the ethnic minorities, the ancestral gods were everywhere, and any trees, flowers, birds, and animals could be the incarnation of the ancestral gods and used for worship.

Seeing Uncle Bor's serious expression, Ling Zikai didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly knelt down. I saw Uncle Boer muttering the local dialect in his mouth, and after every few words, he bowed down, and Sugor followed suit.

Ling Zikai listened to it in a daze, completely unaware of what he was reading. But vaguely felt that there was a faint trace of energy fluctuating in the space around his body, burrowing into the trunk of the birch tree, as if absorbed by it, and couldn't help but move in his heart, could it be said that this birch tree was really the incarnation of the ancestral god?

Uncle Bol knelt for a long time before standing up and said, "Let's go, children, the ancestral gods will bless you to come back safely!"

Hearing this, the two of them hurriedly stood up and turned over on horseback. Sugol whistled in his mouth, and the three black hounds he had brought with him heard the whistle and ran out of the mountain first.

Sugol had been to the old forest before, and was very familiar with the route, and after walking for a while, he had already left the Yunhai Forest Farm, and a large canyon appeared in front of him.

Su Guoer stopped his horse, and after Ling Zikai came up, he pointed to the canyon in front and said: "There are two roads to go in front, one is to go out along the canyon, and detour to the Xing'an prairie along the edge of the foot of the Xing'an Mountains, you can reach the old forest, the road is flat, and the scenery along the way is also good, but the distance is farther, and it will probably not be there until tomorrow evening." ”

"The other way is to go along the canyon to the inside, after turning over the wild boar ridge in front, there is a logging passage left before leading directly to the old forest, but the mountain road is rugged, and there are wild beasts, there is a certain danger, but the distance is much closer, it will not take noon tomorrow to arrive, you can directly enter the old forest. ”

"Which way do you think we're going?"

"Walk the mountain road!"

Ling Zikai said without hesitation, being able to rush to Lao Linzi in the shortest time is of course the best choice, as for saying that it is dangerous or not, Ling Zikai did not consider it at all.

Su Guoer glanced at Ling Zikai, said "yes" and rode his horse towards the canyon.

Ling Zikai saw a trace of imperceptible cunning in the other party's eyes, and couldn't help frowning, although he was sure that the other party would not have any ill intentions towards him, he still had an extra heart, and communicated with the jujube red horse with his consciousness, and ordered it to follow Su Guoer in front, and quietly sank his mind into his mind.

Immediately, a picture of the forest area appeared in Ling Zikai's mind, and his consciousness crossed Su Guoer and extended in the direction of progress.

The mountains on both sides of the canyon in front of you are not very high, seven or eight miles deep, and there are artificial forests on both sides, although they look lush and green, but they do not have the majestic momentum of a large forest. Moreover, it seemed that something was missing in the feeling, as for what was missing, Ling Zikai couldn't feel it for a while, and he didn't think much about it, and his consciousness continued to extend forward.

When I arrived at the end of the canyon, I saw a mountain beam abruptly blocking in front of me, as if it had fallen from the sky, cutting off the canyon abruptly. The ridges are not high, but they are very steep and thick, and there is almost no way to go.

When the consciousness turned over the mountain beam, the whole picture suddenly lit up. I saw that behind the mountain beams, the green mountains overlapped, like the undulating waves of the sea, surging and majestic. There are many kinds of trees in the forest, from the pretty birch to the towering larch, and there are spruce, aspen, Mongolian oak, and so on.

At this time, it is the season of summer and autumn, and the colors of the leaves are different, such as red, yellow, green, green, and white, forming a colorful picture, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.

This should be the so-called secondary forest! That is, after the destruction of the original primeval forest, the natural plant community formed by natural growth and reproduction again, is a kind of self-restoration of natural life.

When Ling Zikai's consciousness entered the forest area, an aura that was completely different from the Yunhai Forest Farm merged into his mind.

At this moment, the consciousness in the mind becomes clearer, and the picture that is felt is no longer a simple image, but becomes vivid. In other words, if what used to appear in his consciousness was only a picture of calm, now it is a television screen, where he can not only see the objects inside, but also hear the voices coming from inside.

In the whistling of the forest sea, he could hear the joy of the birds, the hooves of the elk as they ran, the howl of the lone wolf, and even the breaking of dead branches and the sound of pine cones falling to the ground.

Just when Ling Zikai's whole person was excited, his consciousness suddenly stopped, no matter how hard he tried.

Is this the limit distance that his consciousness can extend? He secretly estimated that the distance in a straight line should be about twenty or thirty kilometers. If you use this as a radius, then it means that within a radius of more than 50 square kilometers, you can detect it with your consciousness.

After Ling Zikai understood the ability of his ancestral god consciousness, he was overjoyed in his heart. After entering the old forest tomorrow, as long as you keep using your consciousness to explore one area after another, no matter how big the old forest is, you can always find traces of the cuckoo.

Immediately, Ling Zikai thought of another question, how much time can his consciousness use?

He knew that there was a limit to the amount of time he could keep the image in his mind as long as the extended range, just like when he first used his consciousness in the Yunhai Forest Farm, when the time was up, the whole image would disappear. It's just that my consciousness is obviously much stronger this time, and the scope of extension has expanded, so the time should also increase!