Because of the liveliness of the whitebait just now, she almost suffered a big loss, and Feng Xiaoyue also knew that what she said in the eight words was indeed true, and it was this scene, which was really unbearable.

Feng Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows, and turned around a little embarrassed, "I know, what Gongzi said is true, please let Gongzi let this poor fish go for the time being, it was originally going to be eaten by us, why bother to let it be tortured like this again." ”

"Miss Wind is really kind-hearted, and even the idea of a small fish has to be considered, which really makes me admire." Basheng took his hand and looked at Feng Xiaoyue with admiration.

Feng Xiaoyue did it twice in her heart, and lowered her eyes a little embarrassed: if she was really as good as he said in his words, I was afraid that during the time of Qiyun Mountain, she would have already driven to the west.

"Then let's go our separate ways for the time being, there are still a lot of fish at the bottom of the mountain, waiting for me to bring them up." Eight laughed loudly, and out of nowhere, he found a large piece of clean bark and a few charcoal branches.

"I know that Miss Wind likes to draw the most, the rivers I drew yesterday are really beautiful, I want to see something else, why don't you draw the bottom of the cliff as well."

Feng Xiaoyue turned around, she didn't know what expression to make on her face for a while, she felt funny, and she felt a little unbelievable: just for the words of the old tree yesterday, Basheng could "sell" the place where he lived since he was a child, and he was really simple-minded.

She hesitated to put those things in her hand, and finally held back the smile on the corner of her mouth, raised her eyes and asked him, "Where did you find these things, I just came here, and I didn't see you in your hand." ”

"This branch was picked up yesterday in the old tree's fire, and this bark is also half left over from yesterday's girl's drawing," said Hachisheng, one hand touching the back of his head embarrassedly.

"As for how to get it out, I actually found the bark here yesterday. At the bottom of the cliff there were some vines that were so thick that I tore them off with a knife, and found that they were no different from those on the trees, and that they were stronger, so I brought them to the girl. ”

No wonder I felt something was wrong yesterday, and thought that this place was different from the feng shui outside, which would lead to this, and I didn't want to be the skin that was not a number.

Feng Xiaoyue looked at the things in her hand, and it was really much softer than the bark of the tree, but there were still pieces of dead skin growing on the bark of this tree, which made her a little unacceptable, and there was always a strange feeling in her hand.

The bottom of the cliff is also a large area of water, and there is actually nothing to study more, so in the morning, Feng Xiaoyue didn't ask Basheng for something.

However, this person took the initiative to take it out, and it was such a good piece of heart, and it was not easy for him to refuse, so he had to accept it. Feng Xiaoyue sighed faintly in her heart, "Since this is the case, please be more careful." ”

"Don't worry, this is my territory." The voice echoed on the mountain walls on both sides, and before it could completely disappear, the figure of Eight Voices disappeared into the dense vines.

In fact, after staying here for so long, Feng Xiaoyue still has a very strong curiosity about these people's climbing skills. She looked quietly down for a while, and finally saw one underneath

The shadow flipped over before he withdrew his gaze and turned to his own business.

In order to fall into the convex appearance of the Wind Mountain, it just blocked half of Feng Xiaoyue's field of vision, at least from the middle of the earth bridge to the back, there was nothing to see at all, so Feng Xiaoyue had to stay at this exit place.

On the other side, Feiya Mountain didn't see it before, it was thin on the top, but it stretched out like a tree root below, extending to the starting point about the same as Luofeng Mountain.

In addition, the waterway was already in a remote place in Feiya Mountain, and this time, it happened to cover the waterway tightly for Feiya Mountain, and I could only barely see the trend in the distance.

Without the exact location of the opening of the waterway, it was difficult for Feng Xiaoyue to connect it with the source of the water at the bottom of the cliff here and make an accurate judgment.

Feng Xiaoyue dragged the bark here and there several times to adjust the position, but the result was either not clear to see, or even the distant extension behind it disappeared, which was really irritating to see.

Speaking of which, in fact, on the rock gap at the top of Feiya Mountain yesterday, you can also see the bottom of the cliff here and the entrance of the waterway, but unfortunately I am so happy, even Feng Xiaoyue's original temperament is not afraid of heights, and now I think about it, my feet are a little trembling.

In desperation, he could only wait until he left this place, and then come over with Murong Lin to do an exact investigation. Feng Xiaoyue thought so, and as soon as her thoughts were linked to Murong Lin, she felt an inexplicable melancholy and worry.

In the past, Murong Lin went out to fight, and he had not seen anyone for a long time or even a few months, only a few words sent by the post station, but now he has only been separated for a few days, and he misses Xiaoyuan and him a little.

I've been missing for so long, and I don't know what's going on outside.

Shaking her slightly stiff arm, Feng Xiaoyue patted her face, forcibly allowing herself to come out of the hypocritical mood of being sad and sad, and instead focused all her attention on the present.

There was a roar under the cliff, which seemed to stir up stormy waves. The rocks on both sides stood upright, and there was not even a place for a moment of rest.

On the left-hand rock, there is a large area of dark green vines, which reflect the sun's rays, and at first glance it is difficult to distinguish between the vines and the snake's body.

A black figure is constantly flying at the bottom of the cliff in such an environment, and against the backdrop of the grand nature, he looks extraordinarily petite. Because this Basheng is good at this, Feng Xiaoyue only glanced at it and turned her gaze.

There is a large splash of water at the bottom of the cliff, which is very arrogant and slaps on the stone walls on both sides, and it seems to be rolling thousands of horses, running out of the gap between the two mountains and rushing to the opposite Feiya Mountain.

But the place where the three mountains converge seems to be in some obstacle, Feng Xiaoyue probed down, and saw that directly below the earthen bridge under him, there were many whirlpools in different directions, as well as waves that were shot back in reverse.

Feng Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, she had never seen such a way of flowing water before, and suddenly felt extremely novel, and hurriedly drew this scene with the things in her hand.

While painting, Feng Xiaoyue suddenly remembered what Shu Lao said when they met for the first time, when the huge spring water that came out from behind Qiyun Mountain flowed through the cliff here, it seemed that because of a swirling spring, all such a large amount of water sources had returned to the bottom.

But what kind of spring should it be, so that it may not be able to swallow all the spring water? Feng Xiaoyue dropped the last stroke, got up and went to the other side facing Feiya Mountain to look down.

At this time, the sun shone on Feng Xiaoyue's head from the left side, and unlike the white flying flowers here, the abyss on the other side was extremely dark.

The sound of the water could be faintly heard, and the waves next to it converged, and it was impossible to tell where the sound was coming from. When I lowered my head, I really couldn't see the flow of the spring, and there was a deep hole in the middle of the stone bridge.

Countless streams of water flowed down from here, and it was so black that it seemed to be able to absorb everything in this world.

Feng Xiaoyue was dumbfounded, slowly retracted her gaze, squatted on the ground, barely felt her presence, heard the sound of her heartbeat, and finally made sure that she was still alive.

It's not high here, and you don't have to worry about falling down when you sit in a real place, but Feng Xiaoyue just felt a burst of fear, it was an invisible oppression, maybe it was just the fear that everyone should have in the face of nature's magic work.

After sitting for a while, Feng Xiaoyue finally recovered, but it was the first time that she seriously looked at the earthen bridge under her feet. It's dusty, and it's not hard. At the edge of the bridge, a small patch of grass grows, and the tender green grows along the direction and spreads forward.

Although it was yellow to white in color, there were faint cracks everywhere, and Feng Xiaoyue was terrified when she saw it. This place seems to have been built up of mud, not yet stone, and not solid.

And there are countless splashes at the bottom of the cliff washing under the earthen bridge, Feng Xiaoyue clearly saw that this is not a solid passage connecting the two mountains before she walked up, and the bottom has already been half empty, like a suspension bridge, I don't know when it will be destroyed.

In addition, she was frightened by the black water hole, Feng Xiaoyue couldn't fully accept it, and judged that the earth bridge was not strong enough, she wanted to get up and leave, but she didn't want to be soreness under her feet and couldn't move.

When she was in a dilemma, she suddenly felt her shoulders sinking, Feng Xiaoyue turned her face, and saw eight smiles squatting on her right hand, and there were two more fish on the rock in front of her.

"Wind girl, what are you doing sitting here?" Hachisheng smiled and reached out to help her pull her up, "Is there your painting next to this, let me see it." ”

"Wow, this wave is too similar, I want to know this too."

From Feng Xiaoyue's point of view, the use of charcoal is more convenient than the brush, and it is not surprising that the painting is to this extent, it does not have to be as good as the wolf, no matter how good the brush is, it is not easy to control the weight, and the most convenient thing to call Feng Xiaoyue now is a small jasper hairpin flower Xiaokai.

Feng Xiaoyue was still shocked by these natural landscapes, and now she heard eight voices full of life, but she recovered from her call, and her heart was also a lot easier.

"As long as you practice diligently, you can draw like this, but you are very busy on weekdays, so you don't have to spend time on it, if you like it, I will draw a beautiful scenery for you another day, which can be regarded as comfort."

Feng Xiaoyue exhaled a long breath and patted the dust behind her with her backhand.