The night was deep enough. The seven thatched huts on the northeast side of the Great Wilderness Mountain are divided into "bonfires" at night, which burn more vigorously at this time, but they still look extraordinarily small in the face of the tide-like night, and even so, the fire still exudes exhilarating power.

Although some people were extremely unhappy, Ringbell still chose to descend from the most dangerous and hidden west peak in the middle of the night.

Except for the bell, everyone stood in the distance with their backs to the "bonfire". The night obscured the expressions on their faces, and the firelight crushed everyone's shadows extremely long, like a few "giants" standing tall and low on the Great Wilderness Mountain.

In the center of the fan, the little scholar Qingwen sat on the ground, the firelight rushed towards her from different directions, and the beads of sweat just came out and were dried by the fire.

Ringbell soon discovers that there is a thick layer of ice on the ground under Qingwen's buttocks. Seeing the ice on the ground, Qingwen looked at the dark night sky, and finally smiled, and she secretly said in her heart:

"Finally, there is no ...... on the great wilderness mountain in vain"

The artemisia grass nourished by the thousand-year-old cold of the Great Barren Mountain, which grew and died with its characteristics different from other plants on this continent, burned itself tonight, and the grass was sprinkled with ash and slowly rose into the night sky after hovering above Qingwen's head for a long time.

The blood in Qingwen's body is like grass ash rising into the sky, tempered by ice and fire.

The fire was still growing, and the little scholar Qingwen's face was red from the firelight.

Gradually, the firelight completely separated Qingwen's bell, and the "bonfire array" formed by the burning of the seven thatched huts was connected to each other, and the bell couldn't help but sigh:

"I only know that you are not a waste of wood, how do I know that your guardian star is the ancient seven stars. ”

Everyone turned around when they heard the bell's words, and even Baoyu, who had always been silent after going up the Great Wilderness Mountain, also turned around.

In the dark night sky, the seven stars suddenly flickered, as if they didn't want to be discovered, so no one except Qingwen noticed the change in the night sky.

......

The wind began to weaken at the moment when the fire began to weaken, and soon gained the upper hand, sending away the last grass ashes and calming down the Great Barren Mountain.

Everyone was curious to find that Qingwen had a thin layer of looming silver light on her body, and the silver light stretched out from her clothes, hair, skin, and shoes on her feet like a wild grass on the wilderness.

In the original location of the seven thatched huts, only seven huge rocks were left that were cold and embedded in the ground.

"There is something on this stone. Xue Pan jumped and jumped to the nearest rock.

Ringing, Baoyu, Wei Xiaobao and the others walked to several other rocks, but none of them could see what was on the rock. Everyone turned their eyes to Qingwen, who had not spoken for a long time, and she slowly walked towards the northernmost rock.

Under the light of silver light, the words engraved on the surface of the rock finally appeared, but unfortunately everyone present did not know the words on the rock without exception.

"These are some useless heavenly books, I think we should go down the mountain early!" shouted Xue Pan, who had long been extremely tired of the Great Wilderness Mountain.

Ringing no longer paid attention to Xue Pan's inappropriate words at this time, she wrote a sentence on the ground with her fingers, and gently waved her hand and passed it to Qingwen.

......

The little scholar Qingwen grabbed a few wild grasses with her hands, and the wild grass slowly brushed over the seven rocks, and the words engraved on the rocks were printed on the wild grass.

"Leave it to me! I like this golden stone very much......" Baoyu took the wild grass from Qingwen's hand, and with both hands worked together, he kneaded it into grass ash and poured it into a small porcelain vase at his waist.

"These seven rocks ......," Wei Xiaobao asked.

With the bell nodding slightly, Xiaobao's right hand clenched into a fist and then spread out violently, sweeping towards the rock in turn, and in an instant, countless invisible small swords flew towards the rock. In a matter of moments, the writing on the rock was gone.

......

After everyone left, Qingwen stood alone in the Great Barren Mountain before dawn. Looking at the sun that was about to break through the darkness, Qingwen's heart was still the same as when the grass ash rose into the sky just now.

She knew that the silver light that appeared on her body was a phenomenon that was manifested by the seal that sealed the mysterious power in her body, and Qingwen didn't know whether she should be happy or not.