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

Qingwen rubbed her eyes and quickly got up.

She looked around nervously, but there was no one but the thick trunks.

She looked up again to see that 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 can 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 his gaze moved up the trunk of the tree, the branches intertwined and stacked, as if a pair of wise and shining eyes were staring at him from between the branches.

Qingwen rubbed his eyes, and what he saw was still dark.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Sha-Sha-Sha——, Cedar-Ba-Gong-"

"My name is Qingwen. ”

"Rustle-sand-"

There was silence everywhere.

Qingwen raised her head and shouted loudly: "Old man Sha-Shanbagong-"

......

"Smack-"

A drop of morning dew knocked on the door of her head, and it was cold. She remembered for the first time, just now in a dream, she had a conversation with an old man who called himself Shanbagong.

She stretched out on the bed, and the sleep was even more comfortable than when she was at home.

Bell came in from outside the hut with a dumbbell and said, "Ha, the sun is shining, and Cher is smiling at me." The bird said early, why are you still stretching?!"

"Thank you for taking care of ......" before Qingwen finished her confession.

"Don't ——, Ben 2 girl can't stand it" The bell has left a string of bell-like laughter, and walked out of the grass hut.

Hunger, is it a sign of appetite after recovery?

Qingwen wanted to move her body, but found that her body was still as weak as a cotton ball, and she couldn't carry it all by one.

Simply, I had to look at the roof of the grass hut alone, silently in a daze.

What have you been through these few days of sleep?!

The menstrual part of the body is still painful and broken, and the breath seems to be replenished, but it is consumed by the time under his subjective efforts.

I can't be anxious, and I can't be annoyed. It seems that the cultivation has been greatly developed, and the seal has been washed away, but because the physical foundation is too poor, it is so bad that it can't catch the high-level energy operation, and it has become a waste wood again.

Thinking like this, Qingwen, who was tired, tired and hungry, involuntarily entered the dream again:

The surrounding scene is exactly the same as the scene I saw in my previous dream, above my head, there is a towering tree trunk that can never see the sky, and even the thinnest branches are as thick as a millstone.

"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, she looks up as she walks:

The leaves are strip-shaped, somewhat curved like a sickle, and the whole 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.

In yesterday's dream, it was the silver light on this leaf that attracted Qingwen to follow all the way.

At this time, looking at this silver light, 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 the young man. 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 less than a knee tall, 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 the little silver fir and pursed her lips slightly, as if she was touched: "You must know that the little silver fir can only have the qualifications to share the 'primordial light' with other trees if it grows tall enough. 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.

......

Suddenly, a huge black cold aura came from nowhere, approaching her, catching her off guard, and Qingwen had to stare at this black cold qi to death.

As the black cold qi approached him little by little, in the center of the black cold qi, a spiral of light smoke swirled.

The light smoke flew counterclockwise, transforming into a black humanoid form. Without waiting for Qingwen to dodge, the humanoid black smoke rushed into his divine court. In the blink of an eye, Qingwen had been controlled by this black cold aura.

There was a sharp pain in his head, his eyes and ears were swollen, and he was dizzy and in a trance.

......

At this time, looking at the little scholar who was rolling and tossing in his sleep, sweating profusely, the more urgent the bell rang, the more helpless she was, she knew that the power of tea alone could not repair and help the little scholar.

At this point, it's time to add weight.

But for some reason, Ringing discovered an urgent situation: the little scholar Yintang turned black, and it seemed that an unknown gas had taken possession of her body and raged in her body, not only eroding and eating the tea gas input by Ringing, but also having the evil intention of "seizing the master".

This made Ringing feel urgent and urgent.

......

At this time, the smoke involuntarily split into two in Qingwen's body.

Subsequently, two black humanoids traveled through arteries and veins, respectively, through Qingwen's body.

Everywhere the black figure went, the delirious Qingwen twitched unconsciously.

The two figures merged into one, and suddenly spoke in Qingwen's sea of consciousness: "Hahaha——,"

This voice was familiar, and Qingwen knew that it was the Hu general Tuoba Biao who used the ice whirlwind magic.

Tuoba Biao said: "I finally found you, little girl, since the last time I heard goodbye to the Oriole Pavilion, it took a lot of effort to find you." How about it, I'll take you to the north to join your sister Xiyue, so that your 'empty' realm cultivation will be a great cause that will harm my future." ”

After that, Tuoba Biao's split body merged into one again, becoming two black smoke humanoids, which continued to wreak havoc in Qingwen's body.

It seems that she wants to use Qingwen's broken menstrual and weak veins to completely clear her potential wisdom roots, and she has broken off her thoughts.

The two puffs of black smoke seemed to be discussed, although they took different paths, but they went the same way, and after passing through the various organs in Qingwen's body, they drove all the way to the Shenque acupoint in her body.