The sun is high and the trees are shady. The scorching sun filters through the green leaves and becomes warm. The fine pieces are reflected on the child's soft hair and body. The fair-skinned face is a little more rosy and doesn't look so scary.

He sat in the shade of a tree with his head bowed, and said nothing. The children around him were also far away, and some of the newcomers wanted to come and talk to him. But he was pulled by the child next to him and whispered: "Don't go over, you will be unlucky if you have contact with him." The voice was so small that he could hear it.

There have been people who don't believe in evil, but after coming into contact with him, they have been unlucky. I was unlucky, so I was scared and didn't dare to have any contact with him. When other people saw it, they didn't contact him, they didn't play with him, and they didn't even want to bully him.

When eating, I just put the food at the door and knock lightly. When he opened the door, he didn't even see a human figure.

There was no one around him anymore. Should he be thankful? Or resentment? I don't know, let him go. I can live well alone.

He lowered his eyes. That's fine, the library is mine. With that in mind, he got up and walked towards the library in the southwest corner of the orphanage.

The Green Source Orphanage was where he grew up, and the library existed when he knew it. There are a lot of good books and paintings in it, at least he thinks they are.

Push open the door, walk in, and close the door with your hand. Walk over to a bookshelf and bring a stool. Stand up and pull out a book, walk to a well-lit area and sit down. Flipping through the pages one by one, the corners of the mouth are sometimes very straight, sometimes soft, and slightly upturned. The eyes are also vivid, not as rigid as before, not angry at all.

He was completely immersed in the book. The light is refracted in and reflected on the writing, and the three big characters of the Shan Hai Jing are looming.

Before you know it, it's already dark. He came back to his senses and looked at the sky outside: "It's so late." "It's close to eight o'clock, and I guess no one notices that I'm not there. Sadness flashed in his eyes, and calm returned.

He is ten years old and precocious than the average child. I also knew that I was not popular, and my eyes darkened. Forget it, just stay here for the night. No one will know about it anyway.

Where he lay like this, the book was pressed under him. Close your eyes and sleep.

Flowers bloom and birds sing happily. The green grass is like a green blanket, soft and comfortable to step on.

He walked barefoot on the grass and looked around uneasily.

Where is this?

He was in this place as soon as he woke up. Even though he was precocious, he was only ten years old. When you suddenly arrive in a strange place, you will be scared and uneasy.

Child...... Come here...... Come here......

He suddenly looked at a place where something seemed to be calling him. He walked in the direction the voice came from. After a while, I saw a towering giant tree. At the sight of himself, the few leaves of the giant tree trembled suddenly, and some even fell off. And I was quite strange, when I saw this giant tree, all the uneasiness and fear in my heart ran away. I just feel so warm, so comfortable, so reassuring.

"Kid... Is that you? ”

"It's... It's me. He was a little stunned, and subconsciously replied.

"Great... I've finally found you. The giant tree was excited, and a green old man's face appeared at the trunk.

He looked at the face of the tree in a daze, and asked stupidly, "You... Who are you? ”

"Kid... You should call me Grandpa Tree. ”

"Trees... Grandpa Tree? He repeated stupidly. Except for Aunt Dean, Grandpa Tree was the first person to talk to him so kindly, although Grandpa Tree was not necessarily a human. He couldn't hold back his tears.

"Hmm... Kid, can you tell Grandpa Tree your name? Grandpa Tree asked kindly.

"I'm ......" he looked up at Grandpa Tree with a tearful face. I... My name is Xiao An. ”

"Xiao An, do you know what is different about you?" Grandpa Tree stretched out two branches and gently patted Xiao An's head.

"Hmm... Me? He bowed his head in contemplation. I... It's no different, just like ordinary people. ”

"Kid, do you know what kind of tree I am?" Grandpa Tree asked.

He shook his head.

"Hey." Grandpa Tree sighed and replied. "I am a Jianmu tree, and you are the one who is transformed into the leaves of my natal tree."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you a building tree? That Jianmu tree in the Classic of Mountains and Seas? ”

Child...... You're focusing on the wrong thing, right?

"Hmm."

"Is it fun in the mountains and seas? Aren't there a lot of strange animals? He asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling. Not... I don't know if I can take a look, I really want to see it......"

"Child, in fact, you are also a person in the mountains and seas." Grandpa Tree couldn't bear to interrupt him, but he had to interrupt him.

"Huh?" He was puzzled, and suddenly reacted: "You say... Am I the one you have been transformed into by the leaves of your natal tree? So it's also a person in the mountains and seas? ”

Child, it's gratifying that you've finally reacted.

"Hmm." Grandpa Tree nodded. "Because you are the result of my natal leaves, you have a strong vitality. And, because of this connection, you can sense where I am even if I go far away. ”

"That's amazing." He looked at Grandpa Tree and felt the closeness that came from his blood.

"And that's not all, you can hear the mountains, the trees, and the wind. Treat them well and they will bring you the message you want. Grandpa Tree gently touched his head. Haven't you heard it before? ”

"Huh?" He was a little confused. Have I heard that? He remembered the big tree in the orphanage, and told him that the storm was coming. The grass was complaining to him, and the children were hurting to step on them. Asuka talks to him about the interesting things that happened in the distance......

He thought it was just his fantasy, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Well, I did." He hooked the corners of his mouth slightly. "They're all my friends."

"Let's go play." Grandpa Tree is kind and authentic.

"Hmm." He smiled brightly, and his little face seemed to be smiling.

Smell the charming scent of flowers and play happily with the birds. He felt so happy. When he was tired of playing, he lay down on the soft grass and fell asleep. A happy smile hooked at the corner of his mouth.

Grandpa Tree patted him softly, and whispered to the birds and flowers so that they would not disturb him. Birds and flowers also go to rest at the right time.

Everything is so happy and wonderful.

Suddenly, a violent tremor came.

The fiery feathers landed in this place with flames that scorched all things. The big silver-white fox with nine snow-white tails also fell, and the snow-white hair on its body was burned in some places.

The fiery and beautiful bird rushed from afar, and it also had scars on its body. Spit out scorching flames and spew at the fox, which rolled on the grass to dodge the flames. The flames burned black in the grass. The flowers burned out, and the birds didn't escape. They are just so weak that they can't even run for their lives, let alone fight back. In the eyes of the strong, they are nothing more than ants.

It's sad and pitiful!

The big bird was not reconciled and launched another attack. Not to be outdone, the fox dodged and looked for an opportunity to fight back. Constant attacks have left this beautiful place in ruins.

Suddenly, a flame flew straight at him. Jianmu Shu shot out a green ball of light, enveloping him and flying away at this critical moment. Dodge the attack.

"Stop, what are you doing here? You don't take me seriously!? Jianmushu yelled, but unfortunately they had become crazy demons and didn't hear it.

This is Jianmushu's territory, and usually no one or demon will come to disturb him, and he won't fight on his territory.

But the phoenix and the nine-tailed fox are not ordinary fights, they are fighting, and they are gambling with their lives. It's going to be dead, oh no, it's a dead demon. They can't listen to anyone anymore.

But why are they here to fight? It's weird.

Jianmushu has no choice but to try to preserve this place. But it's not that easy, after all, these are two great demons who have practiced for thousands of years.

Hello everyone, I'm Cangling. I love "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" so much, I wonder if you who read this book also love her?

The Classic of Mountains and Seas? Sea Classic? The "Hainai South Classic" said: "There is wood, its shape is like a cow, and it has skin, such as tassels and yellow snakes." Its leaves are like Luo, in fact, such as Luan, its wood is like a voice (ou sound), and its name is Jianmu. In the west weak water of the kiln (ya four tones, yu three tones). ”