Woke up refreshingly, and after stretching his waist, he jumped off the moon ring, raised his hand, and after the moon wheel turned small, it spun back into his body from the two trees. Then he walked in one direction.

Now that everything is over, you have to go to the upper floor.

He came to the slope cliff again, turned around and looked at the second-story forest, and then he stepped on the slope cliff and swept the third-story forest.

The woods were too long and narrow, and I didn't find anything special when I walked slowly, but I had to keep going. In the end, nothing happened to the end of the woods, in front of the cliff. And the cave in front of him unmistakably tells Forgetful where to go next.

Forgetfulness was a little hesitant, it was impossible that there was nothing in the three-story woods. At first glance, the entrance to the cave is not natural, it is boxy, like the passage of the tribe in the entrance of the wild mountain.

And the reason why Forgetfulness is so cautious is that the grass on the ground at the mouth of the cave is surrounded by black smoke, which reminds people that the road behind is very dangerous. While the Witch Temple will not allow explorers to die here, the trauma and feelings will not fade away from the place.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, I closed my eyes and thought about it for a while, and finally decided to rest and explore again. Staying on the third floor for a day, and maybe seeing some miraculous signs, he couldn't erase the thought at all.

He found a tree to sit on, took out the small rattan box from the pouch and opened it, and he held a small house in his hands. After looking at it a few times, he took out a knife and cut it carefully where he felt a slight flaw. After a few moments, he was satisfied that he turned the mold-like house upside down and carved a "one" on several wooden planks that served as the foundation.

All in all, this one-room model house is not very exquisite, but it is finally the first work of forgetfulness, and it has been done for more than half a month. Even if it was hasty, it made him happy. At first, it is inevitable that it will be rough, and the fineness will follow.

Taking advantage of the good mood and having nothing to do, I took out the utensils to make the components of the mold house. After trying, there is always more calmness, and the same is true of the familiar road.

After feeling some soreness in his neck, he woke up from his forgetfulness, looking at the small components scattered on the grass, he stretched out his hands and raised his head, and there was a smug face under the blue sky.

After humming a few times, he got up and moved his muscles, jumped a few times, and shook his hands. Then he put his belongings into a small wicker box, and then poured them into a bag. When the wind blows, the sawdust disappears into the grass.

Forgetfulness looked for a few trees he was looking forward to, but he didn't expect to find them without going far. If you move your steps slightly, you can see that the six trees in front of you are exactly in a straight line, and you can only see the one in front of you. Pacing among the trees, he stretched out his hand to measure the length.

Imprinting these in his head, he sat cross-legged on the grass, raised his hand to draw a bunch of leaves to his feet, took a piece between his fingers, and reached out after a slight moment.

Obviously, it was a hand that was thrown straight forward, and when the leaves were taken off, they shot out in an oblique direction, and with a pop, the leaves hit the trunk of the tree next to them.

Shaking his head, the force is too great, and when he comes again, he forgets and picks up a leaf.

The leaves at his feet decreased one by one, and the sound of popping sounded from time to time, and the force was so small that he couldn't get around the tree in front of him and hit the five trees hidden behind, but the force was too strong to hit the tree next to him. Could it be that last night was really a drunken and dazzling conjecture? Laughing at himself, he made a move with his left hand and attracted the leaves to pile up on the other side.

The marks of the crescent moon drawn by the two crescent moon horns are the same as the traces left on the stone by the peerless sword technique, and it doesn't matter how you cast it, what matters is the kind of verve. The winding path is very round, and all the attempts and ideas made by Forgetful Love before the "song" are kneaded into a ball. Whether it is the fluttering of the dream butterfly, the chaotic behavior, the urgency of the curved water under the moon, or the flying effect of the moon warp, the flying effect of the Weiyang swordsmanship, and the advantages brought by half of the fox bloodline, isn't what you are pursuing is to turn the "song" into a commonplace?

used to tease Bai You in the inn, and the bamboo leaves were folded, but now they are particularly stiff. It's far less than what you see and realize on the clouds.

There were three sounds in a row, and he got up and walked back and forth between the trees a few times. Sitting back in his place, he tossed out the leaves as usual.

The moment I left my hand, I forgot that I knew that this time I was absolutely successful. The leaves slanted around the tree in front of them, then around the second, and slightly inwards next to the third, striking the fifth tree very naturally. Skimming in front of the tree, watching the leaves stuck in the trunk, quickly returned to close his eyes and recalled all the actions just now, and did not let go of the subtleties.

He sat down again, and a leaf left his hand, and with a pop he missed again.

Go on! Forget to calm yourself down, since you succeed once, it shows that you can do it. All that's left is constant practice, turning chance into necessity.

This forest witnessed the stubbornness of forgetfulness, and after leaving the Red Dust Pavilion, he hadn't repeated the drill like this for a long time, and it was even just an action, not even a move. But in the bottom of his heart, he faintly felt that he had to practice this, he didn't know if this was his self-esteem, or the hope of half of the fox bloodline, or the right precautions in the dark.

He couldn't tell the difference, but he knew that it didn't hurt to do it anything.

There are some things that it is difficult to see at that time that it can determine what the future holds, but after embracing the future, it seems that you can only see its faint light when you turn around and look at it.

Once, twice, three times, three times in a row. Forgetfulness smiled, and then continued to raise his hand to shake the leaves. Four, five, six...... The eyes of forgetfulness are getting hotter and hotter, but the bottom of my heart is becoming more and more calm, continue to continue! He urged himself so.

Reaching out and grabbing the air, he looked sideways and saw that there was not a single leaf at his feet, only the grass swaying. Stretching out his feet, he braced himself up and laughed, and finally succeeded. It was only when he looked at the two bare trees that he was a little embarrassed.

Summoned the moon wheel and placed it on the ground, the moon halo flickered with joy, and he forgot that it was already night. In the same way, he took out Gui Xi and propped it aside, and he made a plan to stay here for a long time and continue to ink the crescent moon charm.

I moved a large stone from a distance, took it as a desk, and wrote it with a pen on the pavement: the charm of the crescent moon can be found when it is released; Moisten the law, outline its meaning.

After adding more to what he had seen, he summoned some leaves to continue practicing, trying to control the distance from which he deviated. The small one is close to straight, and the big one is round, all of which are due to the need to treat.

In the end, he didn't even practice the "Refining Feelings", so the moon ring became bigger and stuck between two big trees, and he fell asleep wrapped in a quilt.

The plain white Guixi rested quietly below. The two bare trees slowly sprouted new leaves, and slowly turned into the beginning.

The next day, there was an extra scratch on the large boulder. Forget your feelings and remember the days you have spent here.

He did not sit down cross-legged again, but sat down on the rock, and picked up the leaves on the stone with his hands like flowers.

None of them failed, and not only that, but he also studied himself with different difficulties. Of the six trees, except for the first two, the other four were all targets. With a flick of his left hand, the leaves drew a mysterious winding path, and the fourth one was hit; With a flick of his right hand, he hit the fifth tree in the same way.

The traces of the crescent moon continued to bloom and forget his eyes, making him feel a little like returning to the Seventy-six Pavilion to copy books: one stroke at a time.

When you are tired, you will lie on the grass and look at the blue sky, and when you are tired, you will cut the components to calm down, and when you have an idea, you will take it out and write it down.

Ascetic cultivation, in this lonely witch temple, you can see the strength of his heart, all difficulties need to be solved by themselves, all hardships can only be tasted by one person, and no one even comes to share joy and sorrow. Although a life of solitude is a desperate situation that everyone does not want to touch, when thinking and reflecting, it allows maximum loneliness, because it can make people more like a living person.

The scratches on the stones increased one by one. On the day of the tenth path, Forgetfulness was already able to use the leaves to draw a crescent moon and hit the first moment of the tree. Leaves can be accurately hit even if they deviate from a foot away, and the direction in which the leaves are thrown out is more varied, and they are no longer thrown out of the box.

Dazzled, they grabbed the leaves and hurried out, each drawing a different crescent mark, and then both struck the first tree from the left and right at the same time. Satisfied with his almost performance performance, he took off Xuanhu and took a sip of wine, and then he took Xuanhu to the nearest place to "clink glasses" with the six trees one by one, and drank six sips of wine in a row.

Laughing and sitting back on the big rock, he said to himself, "It's not over." Later, you have to use this crescent moon charm more treacherously, and you have to continuously improve your skills just to use it as a hidden weapon. ”

He raised his head and took another sip of wine, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and slid down against the big rock. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

And he said that it was spread out and spread on him; Xuanhu jumped out of his hand, shook the grass twice and tightened the stopper, and then it also rolled under the stretched back, and the moon wheel gave it a place.

I didn't see these forgetfulness, and even if I did, I wouldn't feel strange.

When there were twenty scratches carved into it, the leaves thrown out of Forgetfulness's hand went around the tree on the right hand and curved back to the sixth tree in the middle of the carved egg-sized circle.

Succeed! Go on!

Continue to throw your hands out and continue to hit without fail. Waiting for the piles of leaves on the large stones to be thrown away, he was satisfied, and suddenly moved the idea of leaving the witch temple for the time being.

Twenty days of almost crazy penance made him inexplicably want to go out for a good meal and have a full meal, and not only that, but he also wanted to go out and buy some things so that he could deepen the charm of the crescent. At this moment, he would rather stop exploring the Witch Temple and would do his best to cultivate the Crescent Moon Charm until he realized that he could not make an inch.

In his ungrateful instincts, Crescent Moon can bring him a lot of good, even if he can't make any sense now. But there was one that he was at least aware of, and the moon wheel with the charm of the crescent moon spun out of his body, and the plan would make his attacks more varied, more thoughtful and weird. Otherwise, why is there a saying that the crooked path is an evil path?

After putting away Guixi, Xuanhu, Chaoyue and the moon ring, the forgetfulness turned into a white light and escaped into the pebbles placed on the ground.

"I'll be back!"

The leaves of the six trees fell to the ground, and when the wind blew, they disappeared, but the leaves on the branches rattled.