When did there be a spring here?

Zhang Yan tilted his head in thought. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He doesn't remember any springs on his mountain, and it's halfway up the mountain. Generally speaking, places with springs are abundant in vegetation and abundant in water. The halfway side of my own mountain is not lush in any way.

Forget it, don't want to.

Zhang Yan shook his head and decided to give up digging for the roots, his smoking throat was warning him that hydration was the most important thing now.

The spring was only the size of a palm, so Zhang Yan used his hands to pull away all the loose soil around the spring, and dug down again, making it look about 40 centimeters long and 40 centimeters wide. After waiting for about ten minutes, the small pool was filled with water, for the turbid water of the high, turbid spring had cleared up from his movements. Zhang Yan was no longer polite, kneeling on the ground and mouthing. Ba reached into the small pool and drank until he felt refreshed and refreshed, and then stopped.

"Cool—"

Zhang Yan straightened up and shouted with a laugh.

After drinking the water, Zhang Yan washed his face again. When I washed my face, I made a splash of water, and a lot of water flew into the pile of fallen leaves under the oak bushes. After resting for a moment, he looked up at the sun already hanging overhead, and knew that it was not long overdue to go back. He was about to get up, when he suddenly heard movement behind him. Although the voice was very small, if there was the slightest movement, the voice would be muffled, but he heard it very clearly.

It can't be a snake.

Zhang Yan suddenly thought of a possibility in his head, and the cold hairs on his body instantly straightened up, and his body froze in place. You must know that snakes like yin, and he Zhang Yan can find this spring water, is it always sensitive to shade. The snake of the sense will not be able to find it?

After a while, Zhang Yan thought to himself, whether it was a snake or not, he decided to take a look, he couldn't keep confronting each other here and not going home. At noon, the sun is poisonous. He turned his head at first, his eyes searching the oak bushes for a suspicious place. However, nothing suspicious was found.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his movements became bold, and he clenched the stick in his hand, turned and walked gently to the edge of the oak bush, the top of the spring. He looked at it again with his eyes, but still found nothing. He decided to be a little more daring, his legs tense and he could react immediately if something wasn't right, and at the same time stretched out his stick. He decided to double the pile of fallen leaves. He stretched out his stick to what he thought was the most suspicious, poked it hard, and then slammed it off, revealing his true face in an instant. Immediately, the expression on Zhang Yan's face froze.

Because, he saw, several mushroom bones were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What's going on? I can't be blind, right? Or is it so hot that you are in a trance and hallucinating?

Zhang Yan rubbed his eyes vigorously, shook his head, and felt that he was much more sober, and then looked again, and found that the mushroom bones were still there, and they were still growing. He still didn't believe it was true, and he twisted the root of his thigh with his right hand, making people bared his teeth and telling him that he was indeed very sober, and then looked at the past and still the same scene.

He was finally convinced that what was happening in front of his eyes was not an illusion, but something that really happened in front of his eyes.

I wipe, I wipe, I send, send......

In Zhang Yan's mind, after determining the time in front of him, there was only one thought left.

By the way, since there are so many mushrooms, there should be more around these mushrooms. After a while, Zhang Yan, who was a little more sober, thought about it, and then he carefully gently peeled off the leaves around a few mushroom bones, and a bunch of growing mushrooms confirmed his idea.

At this moment, Zhang Yan just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

After quickly picking up the mushrooms, Zhang Yan, who had already heard his mother shouting his name to the mountain forest, carried the basket down the mountain. After finding his mother at the foot of the mountain, he showed his harvest to his mother. Zhang Yan's mother also smiled when she saw that her son had picked up a large basket of mushrooms, especially a lot of mushroom bones, and the mother and son returned home with a smile.

After lunch, Zhang Yan lay on his bed and couldn't sleep. He kept thinking back to the strange scene he had encountered on the mountain at noon. He knew that what he saw was indeed real, but the terrifying growth rate of these mushrooms was truly terrifying. What's going on?

He kept thinking about it in his heart. After figuring it out for a long time, I didn't come up with a reason in my heart.

"Mom, when did the spring come out of our mountain?" Zhang Yan suddenly remembered the conversation he had with his mother before he came back, and he had asked his mother when he was on the way.

"Is there a spring on our mountain?" Cui Haoying glanced at herself Zhang Yan strangely. "Son, what are you talking nonsense, when did there be a spring on our mountain?"

"Really, I just saw it in the mountains, and I'm still drinking there. It's halfway up the mountain......"

"yes, I don't know. I walked the mountains again yesterday. ”

"Maybe you didn't notice it."

"Maybe......"

Isn't that the spring water? Zhang Yan's mind flashed. It stands to reason that if there really is such a spring, it should not be a day or two. Mom said she passed by there yesterday yesterday, but there was nothing. When I got there today, I found it, and there was quite a lot of spring water. So, there must be something wrong with this spring. By the way, when I washed my face there at noon, the spring water was everywhere, and many of it was picked up in the pile of leaves.

By the way, the mushroom bones I picked up at noon were not long-shaped, and they were from top to bottom, similar to the traces of the spring water I picked up.

Let's make such a bold assumption. There were mushrooms under the oak bushes, but they were small, about the size of a fingernail or even smaller, and the spring water that I accidentally pulled out seeped into the mushrooms, and the mushrooms began to grow at a terrifying rate. Yes, that's for sure.

By the way, if my guess is true, then if I pour some spring water on the little mushroom now, this will definitely happen.

Thinking of this, the excited Zhang Yan was even less sleepy. After a while, he got up and changed his clothes, and rushed out of the door directly, not even bothering to reply to Cui Haoying's voice calling him.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yan rushed to the spring halfway up the mountain. He pulled out some small mushrooms that had just emerged from the pile of leaves under the oak bushes, and splashed them with a handful of spring water. An hour later, looking at the bright red mushroom bones, he smirked.

He knew that he had found a spiritual spring.