Dragged her tired body and continued to walk forward, in the afterglow, Qingwen was suddenly attracted by the faint light in the sky, and her curiosity drove her to take a closer look.

Two black mushroom clouds were merging, and behind the clouds, a faint ray of light was revealed. This ray of light gave her an indescribable strength to her tiredness. Qingwen's sorely swollen legs suddenly gained a little strength again.

However, the clouds closed together again into an impermeable wall, and the sky returned to a black rumbling. With memory, Qingwen secretly recalled the silver light a few seconds ago in her heart, smashing it, what kind of light would it emit emit, it was so magical, and it also inspired her fighting spirit?

Could it be the eyes of a wolf?

Qingwen chuckled in her heart, and she began to look around nervously, trying to find the silver light again.

A gust of wind rose, and countless rays of silver light flickered, not far in front of them.

It's not a wolf, yes, the light from the wolf's eyes is green, and the ray of light in front of him is silver.

Qingwen strode towards the place where the silver light shimmered. After running a long way, Qingwen finally found the place, and at this time, the wind also stopped with Qingwen.

Qingwen was in a tall, straight, unknown wood, but the silver light was gone.

Half an hour later, exhausted, she no longer had the strength to look for any silver light, and she rested against the trunk of a large tree. She found that there were layers of scales on the trunk, and this old tree was the same as the hundred-year-old silver fir at the head of the village, the scales seemed to be hard, but they were soft to the touch, which was very comfortable......

Qingwen didn't bother to distinguish between these, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

The wind above the forest rustled the leaves of the silver fir trees, and the leaves reflected the strange silver light that Qingwen was looking for...... However, these silver lights could not pull her out of her dreams.

......

An old man's voice: "Who are you?"

She rubbed her eyes, quickly got up, and looked around nervously, but there was no one but the thick trunks.

She looked up again, and perhaps, the mysterious "old man" was hiding in a tree.

I saw that the top of my head was a network of trees intertwined with large and small branches, which was impermeable, where was there a human figure, where could I hear people's words?

"How did you sleep at my feet?!rustle-sand-"

The mysterious "old man" spoke again.

"Who are you? Come out and speak, what kind of hero are you in hiding. Qingwen plucked up the courage to throw out a sentence.

"Sha-sha-sha-I am right next to you, and you look up the trunk of the tree next to you. ”

Qingwen listened to the old man's words, and her gaze moved up along the trunk of the tree, the branches intertwined and stacked, as if a pair of wise and shining eyes stared at her from between the branches.

Qingwen rubbed her eyes, and what she saw was still dark.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Sha-Sha-Sha-Shan-Ba-Gong-"

"My name is Qingwen. ”

"Rustle-sand-"

"Everyone calls me that, Brother Dafeng said that my name means Qingwen's tendons. ”

"Rustle—"

The leaves of the silver fir tree flapped in the breeze.

There was silence everywhere. Qingwen raised her head and shouted:

"Old man Sha-Shanbagong-"

......

"Smack-"

A drop of morning dew knocked on the door of her head, and it was cold. Qingwen remembered for the first time, just now in a dream, she had a conversation with an old man who claimed to be a Shanba Gong.

Qingwen got up, she stretched, and this sleep was even more comfortable than when she was at home.

The scene around is exactly the same as the scene seen in the dream, with towering tree trunks that can never be seen from the sky, and even the thinnest branches are as thick as a grinding plate.

"Am I in a dream and haven't woken up yet?"

Driven by hunger, Qingwen walked towards the edge of the forest.

On the ground, there are layers of cedar leaves that have been piled up for many years, and they are soft when stepped on. With a little effort, Qingwen's boots will sink into the clear water pit under the leaves.

Overhead, a web of intertwined branches stretches out, full of lush, patchwork of green needles.

On weekdays, Qingwen has a habit of observing things, and he looks up as he walks: the leaves are strip-shaped, somewhat curved like a sickle, and the overall look looks like the beautiful and slender eyelids of a little girl. The dense brown hairs on the midrib of the leaf add a flickering sparkle to the "eyes" of the leaf.

As a result, there seemed to be hundreds or thousands of pairs of affectionate eyes on the cedar tree, and at the same time they were blinking in the sunlight, smiling and laughing.

Yesterday, it was the silver light on this leaf that attracted Qingwen to follow all the way.

At this time, looking at it, Qingwen felt a little enchanted.

Finally, at the edge of the large forest, trees of other species except cedar trees appeared.

Qingwen couldn't help but glance back nostalgically, through the layers of interlaced cedar sons, cedar grandsons and other cedar trees, faintly, she could still see the old silver fir that was black and covered the sky, and she could hear its rustling sound.

Even though this is the edge of the cedar forest, it still belongs to the territory of the old cedar tree, and lo and behold, the roots of the old cedar tree not only go deep into the earth, but also stretch horizontally and horizontally, and have expanded to the edge of the cedar forest.

Sunlight shines through the dense layers of foliage and casts on the exposed roots of the old silver fir on the ground. Around the old roots, sparsely and sparsely, there are several inconspicuous silver fir seedlings of different heights.

The silver fir seedlings stood in the light mist that steamed up in the early morning, like a few young and naughty children, they all wanted to compete for the most powerful position, so that they could enjoy the nurturing of the sun during the day.

Looking at the cross-section on the branches, Qingwen counted its growth rings, and the silver fir seedling was the same age as Qingwen. The slender waist pole is trying to meet the morning light of his fifth summer.

All this is not easy for Xiaoyinshan. It is said that the seed development rate of silver fir is particularly low, and the requirements for the climate are extremely high.

The little silver fir was no taller than Qingwen's knees, and it raised its little head without showing weakness, trying to get rid of the cover of the large saplings around it in the cracks, hoping to bathe in the occasional ray of sunlight that leaked through the dense forest. This high-spirited little momentum reveals a bit of a personality that does not admit defeat.

Qingwen looked at Xiao Yinshan, her lips pursed slightly, and she seemed to be touched. You must know that the small silver fir must grow tall enough to have the qualification to share the "first light" with other trees. If you are in the shade of the dwarves all the year round, you will not be able to escape the fate of suffocation. This, somewhat enlightened Qingwen.

......

At the source of Ganhua Creek, Qingwen looked at her reflection in the stream, her eyes were full of new desires, and she was also a small seedling.

The stream in front of him flowed through the valley to the Great Weir River beyond the mountain, the place that had taken him in for seven years.

After all, the Dayan River Elders Church ruthlessly banished Qingwen in the name of being placed in the wilderness for training, and even the two people who were the best at Qingwen, Baoyu and Wei Xiaobao, were powerless to change this decision, because she knew that it was arranged by the ringing bell......

The stream is surrounded by green mountains, and there is no sign of any animal in the mountains, except for the chirping birds. Qingwen has never participated in animal hunting......

After going over two more hills, still finding nothing, Qingwen lay on the side of the stream and poured a few mouthfuls of stream water, sat on the big rock, and said weakly to her rumbling stomach: "Scream, what's the use of screaming?"