This Falling Wind Mountain is not very visible from a distance, but in fact, the foot of this turned mountain is overgrown with a dense forest, and long-leaf weeds taller than half a person.

This forest is not very tall, a rough comparison, it is just the size of a child taller than Murong Lin's, I don't know, I only think that this must be a shrub.

However, Feng Xiaoyue's eyes really saw that most of the trees in it could grow to a height of more than ten zhang after a few years, and now they should only be planted in early childhood, or they have not been sent out for a long time.

Because there are too many weeds, it is difficult for people to detect whether they are stepping on the ground or stones. Shu Lao stretched out his hand vigorously, so he was naturally not afraid, but Murong Lin needed to work very hard to remove the grass leaves at her feet to avoid falling and getting injured.

"Tree Lao, could it be that these have only grown up in recent years, and what were they planted in the first place?" Feng Xiaoyue looked at the road carefully, stabilized her figure, and then raised her head and asked a few words in the direction of Shu Lao.

"It's been too long, I don't remember, but it wasn't true that there were no such messy trees growing here a few years ago." Shu Lao walks without getting in the way, but people are getting older, and it is inevitable that there will be some minor problems.

After saying a few words, I couldn't help coughing. Feng Xiaoyue listened, and it was not good to continue to ask questions, so as not to make his throat more uncomfortable. However, Feng Xiaoyue was a little shorter, but Murong Lin had a strong experience of the tragedy of a tall man.

"Something, where there are a lot of grass leaves, this little bug is just too annoying." Murong Lin waved two handfuls in front of him impatiently, and he couldn't stop coughing out several times.

Hearing this, Feng Xiaoyue glanced at the back of the old man, and said "oh" meaningfully in her heart, but she didn't say it, after all, there are many people who are embarrassed about this matter.

I don't know how long I walked again, because the woods here are not too high, Feng Xiaoyue raised her head and could still clearly see the changes in the sun in the sky.

Gradually, Feng Xiaoyue also noticed that her road seemed to be a little laborious, and the route traveled by several people had become steeper unconsciously, but the change was not very obvious, and it was difficult to be noticed.

What surprised her even more was that after walking for so long, she hadn't even encountered a strange wind.

Murong Lin hugged Feng Xiaoyue, who was panting, and asked the same question. "Why didn't there be a wind today, could it be that the people from the mountains came back, and even the wind could recognize whether it was the host or the guest."

"The prince really likes to joke too much, all the people in this red dust are mortals, and those who can control the wind and rain will become gods, and they still need to work so hard to make a living in the mountains."

Shu Lao said, turned his head to look for a while, and suddenly stood still, and when Murong Lin and the others slowly climbed up, he supported his waist with one hand, and leaned his elbow on the side of the tree pole with the other.

"You don't have to worry, it's coming soon, and going down the mountain will always be more labor-saving than going up."

Murong Lin didn't talk, Feng Xiaoyue was very tired now, and he needed to help her retain some more physical strength. Feng Xiaoyue still had some strength to think nonsense in her mind, thinking that sure enough, as Elder Shu said, I am afraid that I can only rely on myself to go down the mountain later, and roll all the way down.

After laughing so self-deprecatingly, Feng Xiaoyue felt as if she had regained some strength in her body, and she was finally able to walk a little more with Murong Lin's support.

When she stopped at the place, Feng Xiaoyue calmed her breath, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that several of them were standing on a steep mountain outside, and on the side was a pitch-black valley, bottomless.

There was a wind blowing through this valley, as if from the bottom to the top, and it sneaked into Feng Xiaoyue's face. In this way, if the woods that he walked on the mountain were clearly visible behind him, and that this place was actually not a dead end, Feng Xiaoyue had to wonder if Shu Lao had brought him to a cliff again.

This is a valley, and of course there is another mountain wall connected to the mountain at your feet. Feng Xiaoyue looked over from a distance, and there was a large area of vines in front of it, densely burrowing out of the cracks in the rocks, climbing all over the mountain.

Such a scene configuration unconsciously gave Feng Xiaoyue a feeling of being extremely familiar, as if she had seen a similar scene somewhere before.

For poor view, it can be regarded as a cliff or a valley formed by a half-cut mountain. At least Murong Lin had walked so many detours from below to here, and he had already been a little unable to distinguish the direction, so he didn't dare to boast about it.

"I haven't seen anything useful except wood or stone." Standing here for a while, the wind blew, and the old man didn't speak, so Murong Lin couldn't help but ask.

And Shu Lao didn't seem to be selling Guan Zi on purpose, just waiting for the two of them to recover. Now that the time was almost up, he raised the thick grip in his hand and pointed at the position in front of the right side of his head.

"What I want to give you two is on top of that stone."

When the words landed, Feng Xiaoyue and Murong Lin looked in the direction, and sure enough, they found that a small tree grew on the high rock, which was extremely smooth and reflected the afterglow of the sun.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, Feng Xiaoyue wondered if he had any deep meaning, and Murong Lin was the first to make a fuss. "Isn't this little tree the same as the ones we saw when we came here? If we have to travel so far to get it again, the old gentleman is joking with us. ”

"There are good and bad things, and what can grow into a piece is not necessarily good. As for the role of this tree, after you bring it down, you will naturally find out, and I don't need to say more. ”

Shu Lao said as he took off what he was wearing around his waist. In addition to the dagger and the large net that are most commonly used, Feng Xiaoyue rarely found that he had an extra short bow that was folded over.

The short bow was small, and at first glance it looked a little cute, but it didn't look like something that the tree elder would carry with him.

"In short, I have said all this, and I have already made it clear, I have brought it here, and it is up to you to choose whether you want it or not for a while. It's also a pity that I've been in poor health lately, and Basheng is not here, otherwise I can take it off for the girl, and I don't have to be so troublesome.

"Who is Eight Voices?" Murong Lin heard this, and immediately grasped the point of the words. He thought that Feng Xiaoyue was on the mountain before, if he was only taken care of by the old man alone, it would be nothing.

But now that another person's name has come out, Shu Lao has another picture of him being very familiar with Feng Xiaoyue's family, which makes Murong Lin a little worried.

"It's nothing, it's just a friend, it's the younger generation of the old tree," Feng Xiaoyue asked him a little strange in her heart, she hurriedly explained a few words, so as not to make a big fuss. "At the beginning, in the mountains, there were many houses made of bamboo by the old trees, and they were all for me to live alone."

"A house made of bamboo feels quite elegant." Murong Lin's mood eased slightly, and he waved his hand at the old man, "Thank you again for the old man and that eldest brother for taking care of my wife, and if you have the opportunity another day, you will definitely invite a few people out for dinner." ”

The old man of the tree responded with his head, but his heart was smiling at Murong Lin's heart of "protecting food", which was more urgent than ordinary people. However, this time he didn't call eight times, which can be regarded as his old man's consideration.

Murong Lin is Feng Xiaoyue's husband, and Basheng has been obsessed with Feng Xiaoyue for a long time, if these two people meet, then maybe they will fight, it is better to separate, and it is more appropriate.

"Let's not talk about these things first, it's all here, do you have the ability to go up?" ended the possibility that Murong Lin was jealous, and hurriedly said a word, which was also regarded as a diversion of attention, who knew that Feng Xiaoyue couldn't help but want to laugh.

In the past, she was most disgusted by others for using this kind of words as psychological comfort, but she didn't expect to use it herself this time, which is really hard to imagine.

Murong Lin came back to his strength, and it was naturally impossible for him to be calm enough to have no reaction to Feng Xiaoyue's question, he immediately showed his ability, pressed one hand on the rock next to him, turned over and jumped up.

"Aren't you laughing at me, it's not an unattainable height, as long as you say it, I can go up no matter how high it is, let alone just pulling such a small sapling."

"The roots of the tree are strong, and I am worried that it will be conceived by human beings, so the prince might as well bring this dagger." Before the words were finished, the aftermath was still echoing in the valley, and when Murong Lin looked over, Shu Lao threw the dagger he had been carrying.

Feng Xiaoyue saw that Shu Lao often used this knife to peel and barbecue, and there were oil stains covering it without washing, although it looked a little foggy, but at least there was no rust on the knife handle.

Murong Lin took the knife and weighed it, pressed it on his thumb and tried it again, before carefully pinning it behind his waist. "It's a good knife, thank you old gentleman for your help."

After speaking, Murong Lin turned over a few times and went to a higher place. Feng Xiaoyue watched nervously below, even if she knew that Murong Lin was good, there were a large number of vines from Qiyun Mountain, but if she really accidentally fell down, it would be sad to be seriously injured if she didn't die.

However, it is said that reality and dreams are opposite, the more Feng Xiaoyue thinks about it, the more terrifying it becomes, but Murong Lin is even more like a fish in water on it, and he moves freely, it didn't take long for him to successfully cut down the small tree by the roots.

Holding the tree in his hand, Murong Lin looked down at the slightly higher place, if the sapling went down, maybe it would be swept to the bottom of the valley by the wind, wouldn't it be a waste of time.

For this reason, Murong Lin tied the tree to his body and retreated along the road, but heard a strange noise.