Annoyed by her incompetence, Qingwen smashed her small fist on the big stone she was sitting on, leaving four blood marks in an instant where she was hit.

After a while, Qingwen saw several diligent ants slowly crawling over from different directions. Qingwen's gaze followed closely to the one that crawled the slower, and as soon as she was distracted, she lost the ant.

He looked at his right hand boredly, and it was no longer bleeding. As a result, Qingwen's gaze returned to the big rock, and she was stunned by the scene in front of her: in a short time, at least hundreds of ants were "scurrying" on their blood stains.

"Will my Qingwen be inferior to an ant, will I be starved to death here?!" Qingwen yelled stupidly.

"Horn Horn—"

In the distance, the sound of a string of woodpeckers digging into a tree hole seemed to be laughing at him.

"Fluttering—"

Nearby, a golden pheasant was frightened by the shouting......

Qingwen thought to herself, even if she couldn't catch the golden chicken, she should be able to find an egg in the nest, right?

Half an hour has passed, and there is still no gain. She was unwilling, and followed the route of Jinji's escape again.

The suspicious, half-human-tall grass made Qingwen stop, and he raised his hands a little closer to the grass, and the fingertips of both hands were gently inserted into the grass together.

Before the grass rustled, Qingwen glanced at the grass and said in her heart, alas, unlucky, in the grass, the weeds were all over the place, obviously the nest of the escaped golden pheasant, but there was not even a single hair in the nest.

No, there is still a golden chicken feather, which falls in the distance, and when the sun shines, it is golden, as if mocking Qingwen.

Qingwen leaned down and picked up the feather and put it in her bag. I thought to myself, starving to death is a small matter, and I don't know how to appreciate aesthetics, maybe Xiyue, who loves stinky beauty, will like this feather.

"I don't know how Xiyue is doing now?!" Qingwen muttered to herself.

Her little head staggered on her weak shoulders, her vision blurred by hunger......

"Baoyu, I have a headache, come to a bowl of your pimple soup!" Qingwen couldn't tell if it was a dream, licking her lips and muttering pleading.

In the body, the two breaths of indisputable qi began to fight along the bloodline again, regardless of the occasion and practice. Qingwen said in her heart, when is it, and she doesn't want to see if the host is going to rest if she has a small life, she only knows that she is fighting and fighting, and she is too ignorant.

The body was cold for a while, and the heart was burned again, Qingwen was tortured by hunger to death, and her anger was like a gossamer.

Suddenly, the cold qi and blood occupied the small vacancy in the heart at lightning speed, and the pit of this vacancy was actually a trap.

This gap kept sucking the cold qi and blood, as if hugging it, but in essence, it was kidnapping it. The gap dragged the cold qi and blood straight to further fill his emptiness.

Although the cold qi and blood were all trapped in the gap, the gap was still empty. The pit is really hard to fill.

At this time, the unconvinced hot qi and blood also followed closely and pounced menacingly, and similarly, it also fell into the gap in the heart.

Cold Qi and Blood were as excited as a trench soldier waiting for an opponent, and it knew that there would be a battle here.

"Rub-"

The fire met the ice, and a cloud of vapor quickly rose and flooded the heart. This warm vapor meets the beating heart of "dong dong" and turns into a continuous trickle.

The heart, which has always lacked a heart valve, is able to make the blood flow smoothly in the arteries and veins of the heart because the two qi and blood fill the gap in the heart, so that the qi and blood in the meridians can flow smoothly.

As a result, Qingwen's heart began to beat healthily and vigorously, one by one, comfortably pumping blood, and then comfortably outputting blood.

Qi and blood are turned into a trickle of nutrients, and the trickle is also transported to all parts of the body with the beating of the heart......

At this time, Qingwen couldn't distinguish the movement in her body, but suddenly, after a sudden pain in her heart, the whole person suddenly felt comfortable and blessed. Qingwen slowly settled down, no longer so flustered, and no longer so and thirsty.

It was the combination of cold and heat, qi and blood, and the nutrients released preserved her life.

Qingwen temporarily solves the problem of hunger. She was a child after all, and once she was no longer hungry, she immediately let go of her frustration, regained her strength, and became as energetic as when she just walked out of Dayanhe Village.

It's just that she doesn't know that this way of nourishing herself with the qi and blood in her body can't last long, and there is already a deficit in qi and blood. Soon after, the gap in the heart will return to its original "emptiness" again due to the dissatisfaction of qi and blood.

......

In all directions, the birds returned to the forest, and Qingwen's two thick eyebrows were almost twisted together: Where should I spend tonight?

Thinking about it, only the old silver fir in the depths of the forest is the most familiar.

Returning to the old silver fir tree, Qingwen stroked the "scales" on the surface of the trunk with both hands, which reminded her of the hundred-year-old silver fir at the head of Dayanhe Village. This cedar can be the grandfather of the tree at the head of the village!

The cedar lord in front of him seems to be comparable to the cedar bully in the silver fir forest in the West Mountain in the sky where Wei Xiaobao is in the sky, and I don't know if there is a blood relationship between the two.

Qingwen thought of these little heads, stepped back a little, and looked up along the trunk, but she never saw its crown, and the height of this old man was estimated to be more than eight feet.

Qingwen recalled: The village chief would hang the wine gourd on the silver fir tree at the head of the village in his spare time, attracting them These little gluttons can only see, but cannot steal.

Once, when the village chief was fishing, he accidentally fell asleep against a tree, and Heiwa tied herself and the trunk of the tree with rattan. With the power of the rattan rubbing against the trunk of the tree, he successfully went up the tree and got the wine gourd of the village chief.

Thinking of this, Qingwen decided to go back to the bank of Ganhua Creek to find a rattan while it was still dark, so that she could climb the branch of Shanba Gong.

......

The sweat on my back was dry and wet, wet and dry. The blood blisters in her palms were squeezed and her hands were numb and stiff, but Qingwen still didn't stop climbing with rattans.

When the moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves on Qingwen's arm, her right hand was already able to reach the largest branch of the old silver fir tree.

Qingwen rode on the branch of the tree, and looked down through the moonlight leaking through the gap in the dense leaves, and the small silver fir on the ground was like an oval green dot.

"Sand—whirl-hu-"

"Rustle—"

There was the wheezing voice of an old man in my ears. Through the gaps in the canopy, Qingwen could see the moon and stars cut into several pieces by the branches.

A gust of wind blew past her ears, and the silver light flashed around her like stars in the night sky, just like the starry waterfall that Qingwen had seen sitting on the big stone slab of the village chief's house in the past countless nights.

It turned out that the silver light that had led Qingwen into the forest the night before was the silver leaves of the old cedar tree! Moreover, the silver light seemed to be able to speak......

"Sand—"

Qingwen heard the old man's gasp clearly......

"Rustle—"

Again.

"Who, who's pretending?" Qingwen asked eagerly.

She remembered her dream last night and couldn't help asking:

"Could it be, are you Shanbagong?"

"Yes-I'm ——,-rustle-"

The sound of the leaves is the same as the one I heard last night.

......