Chapter 10 Adventures in the Ancient Temple III

After the ancient temple discovered that thing, Nie Feng had been pondering, and many fragments of the past had also been turned out of the soil of memory and dried in his mind.

The ginkgo tree in his yard is said to have been planted in the Qing Dynasty, about 100 years ago.

Every summer, the tree bears many pale yellow flowers with large petals and a long flowering period, and the branches are covered with green fruits after the flowers are closed.

By about October, the fruits were ripe, orange-yellow, the size of a pigeon's egg, and they were all over the ground.

Every year, Nie Feng has to pick up a large pot, most of which are given to Old Man Hu for medicine, such as his own bruise ointment, after adding ginkgo biloba, the effect is quite obvious.

At first, Nie Feng didn't care, but thought that it might be the reason why the sun was so good and the water was enough.

Since Nie Feng was injured a few days ago and accidentally touched the ginkgo tree, he discovered the existence of strange feelings.

Nie Feng had also tried to cut his fingers, touched other trees, and even some animals, but there was no cold feeling.

In other words, the kind of cold thing that can heal wounds can only be felt when you are injured on your own ginkgo tree!

I have been injured many times before, and I have come into contact with ginkgo trees, but I have never felt this way.

It seems that some strange changes have taken place in his body recently, and after thinking about it, it is likely that it happened after the fight between himself and the big gold chain.

I don't know what that cold feeling is, where it comes from, how it comes from, a few times, Nie Feng wanted to cut down the tree to find out, but he was afraid that the bamboo basket would be empty, and he would suffer from gains and losses.

And yesterday a similar situation was found near the ancient temple, can it be considered that this kind of thing is common in many places?

Or did you just hit the shit yourself, by chance?

At present, this cold feeling is mainly healing, and it also plays a role in deafness and vision, and there is no way to find more benefits besides this, but Nie Feng subconsciously feels that it is far from being so simple.

At noon, Hu Yidao came to check his grandmother's pulse.

"It's just that there is a lot of talk in my dreams, it's not a big deal, just pay attention to diet and conditioning. ”

As he spoke, he took out a few pitch-black pills that exuded a faint fragrance of Chinese medicine, and said, "Take cold boiled water orally every day, one a day." ”

Nie Feng had seen this pill in Old Man Hu's clinic, and it was full of two large bottles, knowing that it was also an ordinary medicine.

There are now many clinics that have prepared similar pills, which are called "unique secret recipes". In fact, it is made of ordinary Chinese medicinal materials.

But on the other hand, it means that my grandmother is also suffering from a common disease.

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When the fat man and Wen Xiaobing appeared with a girl, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Nie Feng was stunned on the spot.

"What's the matter, let me introduce you to you, Wan Xian'er from the second class has been honored to join our Douyin team. ”

This girl is the protagonist in the recent fat man's Douyin video: Wan Xian'er, who was also the woman standing next to Hua Meinan when Nie Feng and Hua Meinan clashed outside the dance hall.

Wan Xian'er, a nice name, Nie Feng thought like this.

It turned out that the fat man released that video on Douyin, Kuaishou, Volcano and other entertainment platforms, which actually caused a lot of repercussions, so under the lobbying of the fat man's tongue and lotus, she also joined in.

The four of them conducted a detailed survey around the ancient temple and found several places with more unique scenery.

"It's getting late, let's start making videos. "The fat man never forgets his duty.

"This place, it's just a bit desolate and gloomy. Wen Xiaobing said.

"Well, the evening, the wilderness, the ruined temple, the beautiful women, the ragged beauties. ”

The fat man touched his chin and began to ponder, his mind slowly going astray.

"Wan Xian'er, you come here to sing a song, it's better to bring a little desolation, Xiaobing, you take your mobile phone and take pictures. ”

The fat man pretended to be a big director, "As for you, hey, get out of the way, get out of the way." ”

Nie Feng was still thinking about his mind at the moment, and he didn't care about the fat man's pretense.

The song sung by Wan Xian'er is very appropriate to the occasion and has an ancient style.

Raided the Ninefold Castle Pass,

I'm sitting down on my horse,

Look at the fluttering hem of the garment,

Take advantage of the rubbing shoulders to lift the skirt,

Walking all over the three rivers and six banks,

Borrow the light of the sword to make sails,

Let the dew soak through the shirt;

The thieves look down on the four wilds,

Sleeping in the wind and snow for many years,

I had breakfast with the tiger,

The song is tactful, melodious, with a hint of desolation, like a golden star falling in the forest, and the yellow ripe locust flowers leaving the branches, and like a breeze sliding between the dense leaves.

The sky gradually darkened, and seeing that a few people were busy, Nie Feng, a miscellaneous idler, couldn't intervene for a while, so he took leave to go outside to pee.

Out of the broken temple, Nie Feng followed the path on the side of the mountain, and after a while, he came to the place of the crooked neck tree.

Yesterday, the tree was still flourishing with green leaves, and one night it had all withered, leaving only a bare trunk.

Nie Feng took out the prepared knife and slashed at the trunk of the tree, the trunk of the crooked neck tree was already cracked, crumpled, and after a few knives, the bark of the tree was turned over, and there was a clanging sound of metal colliding!

Nie Feng was taken aback, and continued to exert force, and after a while, the trunk was cut in two, and the section was smooth, except for the circle of tree rings, it also shone with a faint bronze luster!

The trunk of the tree shimmers with bronze!

Nie Feng was quite surprised, this was the first strange phenomenon he had discovered, and it was estimated that there were no such plants in the entire world.

Is this natural, or artificial, does it grow here naturally, or does someone do it on purpose?

After pondering for a moment, Nie Feng felt that it should be a plant that grew here naturally, but it was only after absorbing those strange energies that the structure of the plant changed.

It's just that how many similar bronze trees are there in this place?

What are the secrets of the ground under this tree?

What is this cold chill that can change the organizational structure of trees?

And the deep hole in the ruined temple, what's inside?

There are too many questions in my mind, and I can't figure it out.

When he returned to the broken temple, the fat man had already finished filming, complained that Nie Feng had been the shopkeeper, and shouted for him to have a treat.

Nie Feng took everyone back to Tsing Yi Lane, found a small noodle restaurant with a "All Aspects" signboard, and invited everyone to eat a bowl of fried noodles.

"Nie Feng, you're too picky, don't count this time, next time I'll invite you to a big meal." The fat man was indignant.

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After returning home, Nie Feng came to the backyard, picked up a knife and cut a V-shaped incision on the ginkgo tree, a centuries-old inheritance, Nie Feng didn't want to destroy it.

The bark is removed, and the section is smooth as a mirror, with a faint bronze luster.

After confirming the results, Nie Feng thought for a while, estimating that the essence and structure of these trees had been mutated because they had been infected by cold things for many years.

Thinking about it all these years, it is too negligent not to find that this ginkgo tree has such a peculiarity.

At present, this cold thing is essentially a kind of energy, but for Nie Feng, there are too many unknowns.