The scorching sun above the sky was large and full, and the golden halo sprinkled down made the withered grass at the foot of the small green mountain slightly straighten its waist.

Xing Yuan stroked the soft armor of the pangolin in his hand, it slept peacefully on his arm, that small appearance made the young man in Tsing Yi warm his heart, his palm stroked its head, looking at the action of the frightened young man rubbing the back of his hand was slightly timid, apologized as if he had to be appeased for a long time, looking at the appearance of it falling asleep again, the corners of his mouth showed a careful smile, in the end, he didn't dare to make trouble again.

Glancing around, Xing Yuanpan sat down and carefully cared for the pangolin, watching the young man with a pink tongue smile and leaning over to imprint a kiss on its forehead.

Feeling the indecent behavior of the young man in Tsing Yi, the pangolin raised its paws and waved it a few times complainingly, buried its head angrily, and twisted for a long time before settling down and continuing to sleep.

Looking at the little guy's series of actions, Xing Yuan's heart warmed, and he laughed. When he first came here, he was innocent and confused, and if it weren't for this little guy, he would probably have turned into a pile of bones in the silence.

Helping the pangolin tidy up his immature paws, the boy was relieved, and after the surrounding ban was broken, even the other spaces were affected, and it seemed that he would be able to clean up his fiefdom within a month.

Stepping into the air, Xing Yuan came to the open space around the totem, and the unintentional people who were sleeping turned into a fish, hugging each other in a pool of clear water where the totem took root.

Despite the sun, they felt cold and huddled together insecurely. The flames pulsed in their chests, and they looked at their sleeping teenagers with a slight satisfaction. They were like seeds, planted at the foot of his mountain, and he watched them shoot, sprout, grow, and bear fruit.

They are moving forward step by step on the road of life, and although they have changed their appearance, they are still the saplings beside him, the one that will never grow.

The young man in Tsing Yi sat down cross-legged, looking at their sleeping appearance, his immature face could not see joy, anger and sorrow, and was full of innocence.

The remnant sun fell, and the orange light sprinkled down, draping a light gauze on the water curtain.

It's warm.

The boy smiled warmly and got up heavily.

At the beginning of the fiefdom, except for this block, the other forbidden spaces are unnatural, and various environments of wind, rain, thunder and lightning emerge in an endless stream, and there is still a long way to go to restore Xiaoqingshan to its original appearance.

However, the first task is to break these bans.

Xing Yuan stood still, looking at the ban in front of him. The environment in the prohibition is special, there are thousands of strange things, there are giant beasts, there are mechanisms, and some seem to be innocent but hide killing intentions, all of which are not good existences. If that's all, it's easy to figure out the rules, but these terrible things don't exist alone, they also have to blend with the already harsh environment in the ban, which makes it more variable, and it is undoubtedly more tricky to break the ban.

Wearing a hat, the young man in green clothes strolled along the country road, turned around and came to a huge cave on the left.

The initial square inch space is called the silverfish, which is located in the lower left of Xiaoqingshan. There are eight places around the silverfish, and you can see a thin film through the cave, and the space in front of you is called Jingo. Xing Yuan stared, unlike the heavy rain and storm of the silverfish, the environment here was more complicated, which made him unable to figure it out, but it was also a water attribute ban, with some similarities and experience, so this was also the place where he was most sure.

The young man closed his breath and placed his palm at the edge of the forbidden formation, looking at the scene in front of him through his divine sense.

Cliffs, hidden swords, exquisitely locked the sky, and green and withered mounds.

This is a rain, a heavy rain to wash away the blood that has been left in the hearts of Taoists!

Xing Yuan sneered, tilted his head, and his face became much whiter and colder.

Although he couldn't remember anything, his body automatically reacted when he looked at that scene, and the bitter hatred made Xing Yuan's eyes stain a touch of red, and a demonic phantom appeared on his side, and the powerful oppression made a few cracks appear in the ban, and it was fiercely dented!

The young man's eyes were cold, and a kind of domineering and ferocious aura of "God owes me three thousand years of life!" converged into his hands, and a blue-black robe was embroidered with complex patterns, and the dark golden silk threads were connected from beginning to end, embroidering a splendid picture of the country!

Jin Ge Iron Horse War Drums Chanting, White King Stele Forest Wind Blowing Qin!

He cried.

Walking forward in the muddy water, tears streamed down Xing Yuan's cheeks, scarlet as blood!

A roar spat out of the young man's mouth, and his liver and intestines were broken!

The young man with the killing machine strode forward, opened his hands and tore them suddenly!

The wind has stagnated, the rain has faded, and the face in the dream is fleeting! Xing Yuan's mind is calm, but his soul is trembling!

A pair of innocent hands turned into the most powerful weapons here, and the ban was roughly torn apart by him from the middle!

A violent hurricane rampaged through the ban, and then slammed into the body of the young man in Tsing Yi along the gap, and the fierce appearance made his pupils chill slightly! A terrifying howl sounded in the young man's heart, his arm was raised silently, and a blazing light flowed out of his chest, and a violent golden wheel fell from the sky, like Mount Tai above this space, crushing everything in front of him into invisible white/powder!

The palm that pressed from Xing Yuan, there was no flashy light, no gorgeous moves, and the blasting sound was gathered in the palm of the hand, without the slightest leakage.

This innocent palm shattered Jin Wu's pride, and the monstrous power was almost annihilated by a pair of palms!

Looking at the world boy who had turned into gold dust, his eyes raised slightly, and his heart was surprisingly calm.

Gasping slightly, Xing Yuan looked at his palm, raised his head slightly, and stood for a long time, waiting for the light to shine.

Emotions are out of control......

The young man in Tsing Yi stood still, calmly withdrew his palm, and weakly took a few steps back, a blue-black robe covered his body, but it could not bring the slightest warmth, the cold breath spread from the ups and downs to the muscles and bones, looking at the mess in front of him, he was silent for a long time, nodded, believing that this was what he did.

In terms of results, this was a good thing, but that palm consumed his candle flame for seven days.

Looking at the faint spark on his chest, the young man in Tsing Yi had a demented face, and his figure began to slowly feather, turning into light smoke and being blown back to the totem pole by a gust of wind.

The light shone and illuminated Jingo, a primeval forest.

The young man opened his eyes and saw that although his palm was violent, it was ruined by the gold and jade, and it was worthy of the request to break the ban.

After getting this result, Xing Yuan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and his numb face was full of unwillingness.

It turns out that I am not that strong, no, it should be that the power of faith is not strong enough.

Xing Yuan closed his eyes and sat cross-legged under the scorching sun, feeling a little sour in his heart, but he couldn't hold it when he stretched out his hand.

Sunset, curtain hanging, early cold.

The young man in Tsing Yi sat on the totem pole and breathed at the moon, his thin body was shining, feeling the transformation of his body, the fire in his chest swayed, trembling slightly, and slowly began to glow and heat, bringing the light that belonged to the winter night.

In the meditation, the young man forgot everything, and when he opened his eyes, his mind was clear, and he slowly got up as he looked at the sunlight shining obliquely from the small green mountain, and his blue-black robe was dyed with a little warmth.

Putting his hand on his chest, the young man felt slightly relieved.

There are really a lot of dividends from breaking the ban on silverfish, and this golden cicada is one of them. At least with sunlight, he doesn't need to use candles to maintain his body temperature and lighting, and the development of his territory is bound to usher in a qualitative leap after eliminating these vampires that give him headaches.

In the past few days, there has been no movement of the Wuxin people, and most of the pangolins are sleeping, but the young man in Tsing Yi can feel the changes in their bodies, at least within the scope of his perception, their essence and blood aura is slowly increasing.

In the next few days, Xing Yuan's strength took a shortcut, and he had the ability to change the landscape in his hands with one palm and one punch, but while his strength increased, he obviously sensed the restrictions of heaven and earth on him.

Xing Yuan realized, this is probably the constraint of the ruins on himself.

Lowering his eyes, the young man thought about it but never lost heart, feeling the new power brought by his body.

In the past few days, he has been accumulating the power of faith, trying to break the prohibitions around him, from Huang Bei, Wen Ray, Bai Ze to Chenghuang, each time he breaks the ban on one side, the more real the Xiaoqing Mountain in the palm of his hand becomes. At this time, the small green hill is no longer a phantom, but a substantial model, and the bronze surface is painted with mountains, rivers, plants, flowers and birds.

Looking at the trickle of the palm of his hand, the young man in Tsing Yi stopped, the chirping of birds echoed in his ears, and he felt the vitality in his hand, and an indescribable sense of accomplishment rose in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Xing Yuan recovered, and he had broken the sixfold prohibition with the silverfish, and the prohibition since then has become more and more dangerous, in addition, it seems that there are many prohibitions, and every time he puts his palm on the prohibition, he will be repelled and cannot be broken.

After trying a few times in succession, the teenager had no choice but to give up, sitting cross-legged on the totem pole and bored.

When Xing Yuan was in a daze, the pangolin in his arms opened his hazy eyes, and his small paws rubbed against his eyelids, accidentally hooking the blue-black robe under him. With his eyebrows lowered, the young man looked at the little guy in his arms, and for no reason he was in a much better mood. With a sigh, Meiyu showed exhaustion, the pangolin rolled over on his body, and accidentally rolled out, and before the young man could reach out and pull it back, it slowly crawled into his arms.

"Enough sleep. Xing Yuan smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to tease it, and couldn't help but speak.

His voice was soft, but unprovokedly cold, like an autumn wind, and a little hoarse, contrary to his youthful appearance. Hearing the unfamiliar tone, the pangolin cried and chirped, because the boy's tone was not like asking, more like a warning or reminder, so when it heard the "question", it felt very aggrieved, but it didn't know how to justify, and sat down opposite the boy in frustration, with his head down, and his tail flicked listlessly, as if admitting his mistake and begging for mercy.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at it with interest, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that he was probably scared of it, his tone was gentle, he comforted it a few words and hugged it into his arms, and tentatively pointed to the prohibitions around him, "Do you know where this is?"

After speaking, the young man gently scratched its belly, and the pangolin protested silently, as if he felt that he was being harassed, but looking at the young man's dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, he retracted his claws again, probably experiencing the pain of meeting someone.

At dusk, Xing Yuan was a little sleepy, snorted to calm down the pangolin, and lay down on his side in a robe, looking at the sunset in the distance.

The space for the totem pole is not large, and the young man in Tsing Yi lying in this narrow and lonely place has scruples, looking around in a daze and unable to find the direction, looking with his eyes open, a little confused and lost. Feeling the boy's mood change, the pangolin felt as if he had done something wrong, and climbed onto the face of the young man in Tsing Yi and licked it a few times.

Xing Yuan smiled and hugged it into his arms, the pangolin did not resist this time, and awkwardly held back the struggling movements.

Bub......

Rubbing the pangolin in his arms, the young man's sentimental mood was soothed, holding the little guy and watching the sunset and the cold wind blowing through his hair, he was used to the cold wind, and slowly warmed up with a shiver of his body.

gritted his teeth and passed this time, looking at the full moon and Xingyuan, he didn't dare to light the candle in his chest.

He was afraid of waste.

At night, the stubborn child held the pangolin and looked at the cold full moon, he didn't know how long he had been here.

Every day he stayed here he lost his memory for an extra year, and for half a month, he had forgotten who he was.

He was in this mess, he hit his head with the totem at the beginning, there was no blood flow, there was no life and death, his body penetrated the totem pole, intact.

He sat on the totem pole for an unknown amount of time, and its devotees began to believe in themselves, offering him with candles, and he stared at the sky with a confused eye.

Who am I......

Where am I......

What am I going to do......

It's cold......

Blood......!

He was afraid of blood.

He knew it in his dreams.

Now, he was still afraid, but he would not be seen anymore.

There was no sun and moon here, he didn't know how long it was, the rain, the storm, the grimace, he didn't know how he carried it, probably his heart was gone, and he forgot to be afraid.

Xing Yuan smiled bitterly, but he didn't know why he was laughing.

Well......

Feeling the gentle touch on his face, the young man was slightly stunned, lowered his head, and saw a pale yellow pangolin, which was lying on his face, groping for something on his face with its small claws.

Tear......

Xing Yuan's strings broke, tears blurred his eyes, he leaned down and hugged the pangolin and sobbed silently, slowly crying louder, echoing in the moonlit night, spreading far and wide.

But no one will hear it.

Feeling the sadness of the child in front of him, the pangolin was stunned, and sat in Xing Yuan's arms in a daze, still held by the other party.

After a long time, it stretched out its paws and patted the boy on the shoulder, as if to comfort him, but the effect was the opposite, and the boy cried more and more fiercely, and finally fell asleep from exhaustion and softened on his body.

You're a kid.

The pangolin thought to himself, thinking that he was also asleep, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

The next day, the pangolin woke up on the totem pole, and the young man in Tsing Yi was blowing the wind on the side.

He was afraid of heights......

He just knew.

Xing Yuan shrank back, and a man and a beast sat on the totem pole, blowing the wind, and didn't say a word.

He remembered. The boy meditated in his heart, but he wouldn't tell the pangolin that he had cried before remembering.

All this time, he forgot what he was supposed to carry, but it never left, it was pressed thickly, it kept piling up, it was too depressing, but it could only hold on.

After venting about yesterday, he didn't know if he had abandoned the heaviness he was carrying or remembered something, but what was hanging on his heart was always lighter.

Thinking about Xing Yuan, he seemed to recall the rules of this ruin, although it was still vague, but under the tribute of the heartless people, he remembered more and more clearly, and more profoundly.

Looking up, the boy was silent for a long time, sighing, approximately, it still takes time.

Get up and breathe.

Beginning of winter, drifting snow.

The young man in Tsing Yi got up, looked at the red sun in the distance, the blue and white snowflakes fell from the sky, beautiful and dreamy, stretched out his hand, touched the cold teardrops, the young man raised his immature face, looking at the endless sky. At that moment he heard it crying;

Like him, crying like a child.

Xing Yuan laughed unkindly, laughing so much that the pangolin thought he was a fool and moved half of his ass to prove his innocence.

- Of course, it was pulled back.

Holding the pangolin in his arms and rubbing his head, looking at its reluctant appearance, the young man in Tsing Yi smiled, looked at the sky and put it down, and he stepped on the totem pole, overlooking it in the sky, and looked at the four hundred miles of rivers and mountains below.

It's just that some legs are weak.

He had seen the world when he broke the ban on silverfish, and now he could see farther, and the totem pole standing in the center of the silverfish was thicker.

At this time, the totem pole is about ten zhang high, surrounded by four people, and the body is engraved with complex lines, not like rare beasts, not like ghosts and gods, but a natural but unpredictable rune, as if it has some special meaning, but does not match the words in his memory.

The young man in Tsing Yi stood in mid-air, and he could not see the small green hill here, but only a layer of steep cliffs, and in addition, when he looked up, it was just a cloud, a piece of sky, and when he looked at the ground, he could only see the silverfish for three or four points. Thinking about the forbidden boy who couldn't be opened, he took a few steps and walked towards Jingo.

Prohibition is prohibition, space is space, although Jin Wu's prohibition is opened, the crisis between the jungles is still lurking, looking at the free-growing grass and trees Tsing Yi boy paused.

Now he was not high enough to cross the forest, but it would be difficult for him to cross it, depending on his instincts, and he might turn into a wisp of green smoke and start over.

Xing Yuan thought about it, but after all, he didn't take that step. Jin Wu's area is wider than that of the silverfish, and it is about the most important piece of land around Xiaoqingshan, thinking that he will return to the silverfish and walk towards Chenghuang.

Chenghuang is a loess plateau, but when the young man was about to step in, he was blocked, according to the order, he returned to Wenray, looked at Huangbei as if he understood the rules of the fiefdom, and the area he could enter now should only be Jinwu.

Sitting on the totem pole, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the unchanging layer of sky, as if he had made a decision, and the pangolin climbed on his shoulder, as if he knew what he was thinking, and showed a relaxed expression.

Approximately......

Does it understand what I mean?

Xingyuan guessed, returned to the ground with the pangolin, and walked in the direction of Jingo.

Walking through the cave, the boy saw a large field of barren grass and a huge banyan tree.

Looking at the thick branches of the banyan tree, the young man in Tsing Yi paused, looked at the old wooden sign on the banyan tree, and wrote a line of ink words:

Silent Forest.