Wang He smiled:

"Okay, you've commanded everything. I'll have to do it even if I fall to my death. ”

After saying that, he jumped down.

"Hey, I just said it casually...... Unlike some birds......"

Ao Kun glanced at the three-legged golden crow, snorted coldly and turned into a dragon and glided down, and when he saw Wang He, his nose was almost crooked, Wang He was holding an umbrella in his hand, and he was slowly falling down.

Wang He saw that Ao Kun was chasing after him, and said:

"Brother Kun, the three-legged golden crow was here just now, it's not convenient for me to talk to you in detail, now let's discuss it. This pair of bows and arrows is indeed yours as agreed. It's just that you heard what it said just now, and if it weren't for this bow and arrow, even if the first two things had been done, everyone would still not be able to see the sun tomorrow. ”

Ao Kun said disdainfully:

"Then I don't care, when the sun rises, it's not just a dragon for me, why should I exchange my things for things that everyone has in common? I don't have a little more sunshine than others. Besides, I'm afraid of heat and cold, and whether or not the sun has little effect on me. ”

No matter what Wang He said, Ao Kun still insisted on his point of view and made self-sacrifice for the benefit of everyone, he had no objection to this kind of thing, but don't look for him, he won't do it if he finds him.

In the face of Ao Kun, who did not enter the oil and salt, Wang He had no choice but to find a way to complete the first two things first.

As he descended, he could see clearly that the peaks of the Fusang trees were located in a huge basin, the left half of the basin was close to the land, and the right half was against the East China Sea, separated by a few miles of high ground, so that the sea could not pass. The highlands are semicircular in shape, with a long arc length, and the thickness of the highlands, that is, the interval between the seawater and the middle of the basin, is more than a kilometer wide.

Wang He discussed with Ao Kun that he would borrow the bow and arrow to see if he could shoot through the high ground and bring seawater into the basin to return it to him. Ao Kun agreed.

Wang He first stood in the basin and shot arrows at the high ground, shooting bone arrows, and there were many skeletons of fish and monsters on the ground, which could be dismantled and used at will. After firing seven or eight arrows in a row, a hole was opened, and sea water began to rush in. Wang He was refreshed when he saw this, and made persistent efforts to find a few relatively thin positions on the high ground, and opened seven or eight openings in a row.

Wang He filled the quiver, and held a large handful of bone arrows in his arms, rode the dragon to the sea on the other side of the highland, dived into the sea and aimed at the position where the hole was shot just now, and came to shoot, after several rounds of bombardment, the mouth became bigger and bigger, and one of them also exploded directly, and the sea water poured into the basin with a roar.

Wang He flew into the air on the dragon again, looked at the results just now, and estimated that it would take at least a week for the sea to fill the basin.

Ao Kun was a little puzzled:

"Why don't you make those places bigger, you can only shoot a few more arrows. ”

Wang He shook his sour hands and said with a wry smile:

"I've shot hundreds of arrows, and I still have the strength. Now that you've brought it up, I'll give you back the bow and arrow, and you'll go and practice your hands. ”

Ao Kun landed on the ground, and after turning into a dragon man, he said excitedly:

"Hurry up, I've been wanting to for a long time. I can't envy you when you shoot the sun!"

"Thank you for lending me the seawater. Otherwise, I'm in a real mess. ”

Wang He untied the quiver, took the bow in one hand and handed it over in the other, and said:

"Give. ”

Ao Kun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, and the big mouth that protruded after becoming a dragon head man was particularly big, he took the quiver and carried it well, and then took the bow, and said with a big mouth:

"It's a small thing. We're friends—"

"Poof!"

The exchange of bows and arrows, which had been in a pleasant and harmonious atmosphere, was broken by his sudden scream.

Wang He looked at Ao Kun lying on the ground and asked strangely:

"What's wrong with you? Even if I give you the bow and arrows, you don't have to make such a big gift, do you?"

"Okay, a fart salute. ”

Ao Kun's silver face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"This bow is too, too heavy, quick, get it out of my way. ”

"Heavy, is there?"

Wang He bent down and picked up the bow casually, looked at Ao Kun, then at the bow, and wondered:

"What's the weight?"

Ao Kun got up, looked at the bow that was as if it was nothing in Wang He's hand, and looked confused:

"What the hell is going on with this dragon?"

Ao Kun thought that Wang He had great strength, and he tried to wrestle his wrist and compete, and he did not distinguish the winner for a few minutes, which can be said to be comparable, and finally he could only come to one conclusion, that is, this bow can only be used by Wang He (Hou Yi).

Ao Kun was unwilling and had no choice, and he couldn't take it to him, so he had to admit this fact stupidly, but fortunately, he didn't get nothing, and he also got the quiver and the last arrow produced by the original factory, and it was finally not in vain.

Wang He consulted him about the origin of the giant tree to see if he could find a way to resurrect it.

Ao Kun only knew that this was a sacred tree, and it was said that this Fusang tree had already existed before their dragon clan appeared, when it was still a large piece of land. Later, the land was divided into several pieces, and the foothold of the hibiscus tree became a large number of islands.

Without getting effective information, Wang He had to explore on his own.

Ao Kun got the last arrow of the highly collectible Hou Yi Shooting Day, and his heart was itching, and he was anxious to go back to show off in front of his clan, and then took his leave and left.

Wang He rested his forehead against the dry white tree, and at the same time spread his hands on the tree, thinking:

"Divine Tree, Divine Tree, if you want to be resurrected, please give me a hint. ”

"Ding!"

"Yo, do you really have a hint?"

Wang He was happy, and hurriedly checked the task, and the song triggered was:

[Song Title: Tree of Life]

[Composer: Yang Chun]

[Lyrics: Lin Ruoning]

[Singing: Wu Yufei]

On that day

I'd rather die in arid land than get a spoonful of water

Escape leads to tears

On that day

Even the roots must be uprooted from the withered mind

Expect not to miss anyone

……

After singing the lyrics correctly, the task requirements for coming out are:

[Plant a tree with your own hands, and give it watering, fertilizing, and a certain amount of sunlight, and ensure that it will survive after 24 hours.] 】

After seeing these requirements, Wang He felt that everything else was not difficult, but the biggest question was, where did the living tree come from now? After thinking about it, Wang He used the Birdman card to turn himself into a Birdman.

The feeling of flying is cool!

When Wang He was in later life, he often dreamed that he could fly.

In the dream, I was in the wild, flying not very high, only a little higher than a tree or a telephone pole, and after flying for a long time, I would fall down gently, and take off again after running a few steps. I have been dreaming like this for more than ten years, and the scenes in the dreams are all the same.

Later, he checked on the Internet, and there were really a lot of people who dreamed that they could fly, and they probably took a look, and some people said that it was because of excessive pressure in reality, hoping to release the pressure. Some people also analyze that this is a kind of subconscious of people who love fantasy and often have unrealistic ideas. Some people also say that this means that this person is about to soar. There is also a saying that is more speechless, saying that he can fly in his dreams, indicating that he may have been a bird in his previous life.

Wang He thought as he flew, could it be that he had already predicted today's events in his dreams in the future?

The Muffet brothers also often dreamed that they could fly, so they invented the airplane?

When the card-holding skill was about to expire, Wang He finally flew back to the top of the tree.