Looking at Song Yu's back, Xiong Lan and Weifeng both looked at He Yu.

He Yu was speechless, but he had to patiently explain to them the information of Lianzhumu (please search on the Internet, I won't repeat it here).

At the same time, he took the two of them to hurry up with Song Yu's pace.

"Master, what are we doing here?"

After listening to He Yu's story, he ran two steps to catch up with Song Yu, and asked in a low voice, "Does the master want to cut down this stump back?" ”

Song Yu was amused by the little guy's words, and asked rhetorically: "This is not a particularly distinctive wood, why should the teacher cut it back?" ”

Puzzled, he scratched his head: "Since the master doesn't cut it back, what are we going to do here?" ”

"Come and see the scenery for the teacher, okay?"

Song Yu was helpless, so he had to say, "Xiaofeng, why do you ask some meaningless questions?" ”

"Master, don't you want to know what you think, let's see if I can help."

He smiled wistfully, and soon found a reasonable reason.

"Okay, you have this heart, the master is very happy."

Song Yu patted his arm appreciatively, don't ask why it's not a pat on the shoulder, it's just not tall enough.

Have you ever seen a person who is 1.7 meters pat a person who is 2.3 meters on the shoulder?

"Okay, don't ask that, talk less and watch more, and see how the master can help you find delicious lunch food."

Without waiting for Wei Feng to be happy, Song Yu stopped him from continuing to ask.

Holding a branch that he had just picked up on the ground, he gently stepped on the soft fallen branches and leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

Seeing her like this, Xiong Lan and the three of them hurriedly held their breath and followed behind her not far away.

His eyes curiously shouted at Song Yu's gaze and looked at the middle of the eight main poles.

He Yu was also very curious about this.

Although she had seen similar piles in the countryside in the seventies of the twentieth century, she had never seen such a number of main poles.

Therefore, He Yu also wants to know what kind of scene will be in the middle of those main poles.

Song Yu didn't pay attention to what the three people behind her were thinking at the moment, and when she was about to get to the front of the pile, she slowed down and became more vigilant.

The branch in his hand knocked on the nearest main pole far away, making a rhythmic sound.

"Squeak Squeak......"

"Hiss ......"

"Chirp ......"

With Song Yu's slight movement, different cries sounded between the main poles and on the trees.

Immediately after that, there were one after another fluffy or soft or feathered figures, fleeing in a hurry.

In particular, there is a black figure, I don't know if it was too hasty or deliberate.

I saw its black shadow flickering, and it appeared in front of Song Yumian in the blink of an eye.

"Master, be careful."

"Brute, you dare."

"Watch the master clean you up."

Seeing this, the three senior brothers and sisters behind them exclaimed almost simultaneously, and the three figures rushed over quickly.

"Don't mess with yourself."

Song Yu listened to their voices, his feet moved slightly, and while dodging the attack, he stopped the actions of the three disciples.

The branch in his hand struck out like lightning, and slammed into the black shadow's body with a snap.

Immediately, the other wooden sword struck out, nailing the black shadow directly to one of the main poles.

It can be seen how powerful Song Yu's move is.

When I looked at it again, I saw that on the wooden sword that Song Yu used for self-defense, there was a small beast that could not be seen.

The beast is black all over its body, with no hair on its body, but it has a magical and complex mysterious pattern.

The wooden sword pierced the beast's forearm, but it did not kill it.

"What is this?"

Seeing this, Xiong Lan and the three of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and came to Song Yu's side for the first time, looking at the little beast with eyes curiously.