A quiet and dense forest, shrubs in the forest, lush, a sheep intestine path, winding paths.

The ground of the sheep intestine trail is as black as a rock, winding, and from a distance, it looks like a giant python crawling among the bushes.

On both sides of the path, flowers and shrubs are connected like a fence, and the surrounding trees are dense and luxuriant, and the branches extend in all directions, intertwining with other trees.

After an overnight gestation, each leaf condenses with dewdrops, which merge with each other on the leaves, and finally cross a perfect arc and crumble at the tip of the leaf. But the leaves have fallen in love with the dewdrops, and they want to desperately keep them, but the volume of the dewdrops is too heavy for the leaves to bear.

The dew did not fall to the ground, but broke into the heart of the flower. Compared with the calm and restrained leaves, the flowers are uninhibited and wild, and the overflowing fragrance will also fragrance the dewdrops, like elixir. The dew drops and the flowers fall in love, and neither of them wants to leave the other, and the two linger with each other, and the fragrance becomes more and more intense.

However, the sky is not beautiful.

The morning sun is rising, and a ray of sun pours down, shining among the flowers.

Under the enthusiasm of the light, the dew drops transpirate and dissolve the mist, the leaves become more tender and green, the flowers become more delicate, and the fragrance of the leaves and flowers blends with each other, with a mist, permeating the entire dense forest.

There were no insects, no birds, no wind, and no trees swaying in the wind. The fiery morning sun is upward, and after coming to the dense forest, there is no temperature.

It doesn't warm people's hearts, but it colds people's hearts.

Silence is the theme here, as if everything here is sleeping, but everything gives people a coldness that comes to the depths of the soul. The cool breeze blows, caressing people's faces, awakening people's hearts and minds, and awakening people's souls.

Suddenly!

Whirring and whistling, the wind blew fiercely, breaking the silence that should have existed here, like an ignorant child, madly making a big movement during the adults' nap.

The wind tossed the leaves and flowers of the flowers and shrubs, knocked off the crystal dewdrops, blew away the mist, and swept up a cloud of dust.

Fortunately, the sand and dust are crazy and not manic, only on the forest path, turning like a tornado. One man and one beast gradually took shape, as if it was tailor-made for Ah Meng, just to accommodate her round body.

Dao Mu sat on Ah Meng's body, looking around at his surroundings, his expression was calm and calm, and his eyes were like two red agate finely carved without any ripples. Stretching out his hand, he wanted to pluck a green leaf, but he pinched the green leaf, and the whole bush came to life.

The branches are arms, and the leaves are better than knives, leaving several wounds on Daomu's hands, and blood is dripping. The flower makes a mouth and spits out pink gas, enveloping the domu in it. A rich rose aroma reached the lungs, refreshing people's souls, making Daomu's six senses greatly decline and slow down.

Ah Meng's fat body was shocked, and a ripple was visible to the naked eye, and the pink gas immediately collapsed. Dao Mu red agate eyes are bright, spread out his right palm, the palm lines of fine sand flow, after a moment, the palm of the palm gives birth to a sand dust air mass, constantly rotating. As soon as his mind moved, the dust and air mass turned into a snake coiled in his hand, which came to life.

"Tsar's Calamity ......" Dao Mu muttered to himself, his right hand waved down at the bushes, and the sand snake leaped, bursting into the air, and suddenly enveloping the bushes.

After a few breaths, the bushes turned into yellow sand, and they all returned to the palm of Daomu, and the tsar's calamity seemed to have a spirit, and he was intimate in Daomu's palm, like a feather in his palm.

Dao Mu realized, folded his palms into a fist, and spread it out again, and the Tsar's calamity was gone.

"People want me to die, but calamity wants me to live. ”

"People make me despair, but calamity teaches me to be a man. ”

"Whatever doesn't kill me will eventually make me stronger. ”

"Ah Meng, do you regret coming to this world that makes people's heads big?" said Dao Mu as he stroked Ah Meng's head.

"Moo......" Ah Meng grinned and squinted, enjoying Daomu's touch.

At this moment, a warm cloud welled up in Dao Mu's heart, and he realized that he was alive, and it was really good, "The meaning of life is not how many shadows you cast on the enemy, but how much wind and rain you block for your relatives and friends." "I think of people who have been sincere to themselves along the way.

Moo, Ah Meng felt the transformation of Daomu's heart, smiled even brighter, walked with his little thick legs, and staggered into the distance.

"Ahh

When the priest arrived, he saw a small island in the middle of a lake, a tree stump more than three feet long, and the young branches and young leaves on the top of his head were lush and lush, waving branches the size of a little thumb and fighting with humans.

Eyes swept around the clearing, there were more than 100 people on the island, and there were hundreds of people lurking in the dark.

"Humans, you are here to assess, and hunting elves will be deducted points. "The Dryad doesn't want to fight people, let alone kill the killer, so he can crush everyone. "You have such a mind...... Sooner or later, the pastoral road will be ruined in the hands of you people......"

"Old monster, Hugh is noisy!" a shepherd scolded the whip, the wind was as cold as a blade, and the tree spirit was cut off without paying attention, and a touch of tender green on his head.

"Wan Mu Chun!" the people cheered, and the people lurking in the shadows also moved.

"You are so bold, I have slain it!" the shepherd roared, and the whip burned with fire, whistling like a fiery dragon, and swung at those who tried to snatch his booty.

Seeing that he was about to sweep and kill the thief, he suddenly felt a biting cold in his heart, and when he looked down, a stick stabbed him through the cold. The intense pain struck, his whole body went limp, he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsed constantly, and he could clearly smell a strong smell of blood.

"Wanmu Spring ......" looked at the tender green that people were fighting for, and the shepherd was unwilling to die.

The tree spirit is hindered by the difficulty of the Tao, and is unwilling to break the vows and kill. However, with only a touch of Wanmu Chun, human beings kill each other. It was originally a man-eating tree, but it was destroyed into a piece of waste wood on the day of the tragedy.

Once realized, hidden in the dense forest, ascetic practice, not stained with the spirit of life and blood, just to seek the peace in the heart, transcend oneself, and obtain the avenue.

Fate always likes to joke with conscious people.

The blood of greed stains the fertile land red, and the tree spirits cry out and pull out the roots, unwilling to stain human blood. The shepherd drove a rock elephant to pick up its nose and whisk the herdsman holding Wanmu Chun away, passed through the root cage, and slammed into the trunk of the tree spirit, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Blood condensed along the wrinkles of the bark, stained the wise eyes, dripped into the chapped lips, the smell of blood, maddeningly sweet, "the taste of nostalgia......

Groaning, the roots are better than the spears, piercing through all the shepherds and beasts, everything comes too suddenly, without any psychological preparation, without a single wail.

In an instant, all the elves besieging the tree spirits died, but fortunately, Ah Meng reacted quickly, otherwise it would have been a fruit on the sugar gourd.

Tick, tick, tick......

Blood dripped from the roots into the lake, making a crisp sound, so beautiful, so pleasant.

Ah, with a scream, the roots were retracted, unwilling to suck the blood of living beings, and now his eyes were diluted red like blood dripping into the water of a lake, and their depth and wisdom were restored.

"Alas......" the tree spirit looked up to the sky and sighed in pain, "The way that has been held for ten thousand years will be ruined in one fell swoop!"

The tree spirit is in the weakest stage, and Dao Mu can obviously take this opportunity to kill the tree spirit in one fell swoop, and he can't help but get a large number of Wan Mu Chun, and he will even get rare wood marrow. He didn't do that, and he began to understand that Heaven was so harsh on every living being.

"Your Excellency, why are you so persistent in your practice? Dao Mu Ah Meng was suspended in the air, he was just those dim eyes, "Is it really that important to become an immortal?"

The tree spirit did not respond for a long time, muttering to himself in words that did not seem to be available in the world. Seeing this, Dao Mu sighed, and Ah Meng drove him into the distance, where a plague beast was wreaking havoc.

The tree spirit looked up at the direction where Daomu disappeared, "I don't want to become an immortal, I want to be a human ......"

Human beings are afraid of calamity, all spirits are afraid of man, calamity wants to be man, and all spirits want to be man, what a deformed world.

"Why does God always favor people...... "The tree spirits sighed with indescribable hatred, they felt that human beings were favored by the heavens, and that human society was more wonderful than other worlds. "Cultivation is not to become an immortal, but to make oneself live better, not to be devoured by others, that's all. ”

The voice of the tree spirit reached Dao Mu's ears with the wind, Dao Mu looked at it speechlessly, the heavens did not particularly favor anyone, human society is cruel than any world, and it is more difficult to live well. "My eyes are a round of bitter sea, reflecting the despair of all beings, and it is not easy to wash it away......

"Moo, moo......" I don't know if Dao Mu said too profoundly, Ah Meng's disproportionate big eyes were full of doubt, and his mouth was babbling and screaming.

"You mean, I'm like a dryad, into the horns of a bull. Dao Mu guessed what Ah Meng was talking about by relying on his seemingly psychic relationship with Ah Meng, "I shouldn't be obsessed with the color of these eyes, but should specialize in how to use these eyes better, instead of resenting them so much and rejecting them......"

"Moo, moo......"

Ah Meng nodded violently, seeing that Dao Mu could realize, he smiled and squinted, and actually whistled to let Dao Mu win.

At this moment, Dao Mu was no longer obsessed with fighting disasters and scoring points, and wanted to find the traces of Hou Dazhuang, and his intuition told Dao Mu that there was not only one disaster emperor in the world of thousands of disasters and misfortunes, but I was afraid that many students who did not know the height of the sky and the earth had already died.

Dao Mu can only rely on the trust of the big black donkey, this divine donkey has a long history like a wolf and a chicken, and occasionally heard that it can spit out people's words, but has never heard it with his own ears.

"Moo!" Ah Meng suddenly let out a strange scream, calling Dao Mu back to reality from his trance.

At a glance, it turned out that there was a large-scale battle ahead, and the distance was still more than ten miles, and Dao Mu could already smell a smell of blood, as well as an indescribable smell.

"Pig?!" Dao Mu suddenly remembered that it was the calamity that he wanted to town, "Dry pig, a high-level disaster, a social disaster source......

"The pigs are coming, everyone is ready!" one shouted loudly.

"Yes!" the others responded.

The green light flashed, and pieces of rattan shields grew from the ground, more than ten zhang high, resisting the savage collision of the pigs.

The besieged leader of the dry pig has run out of oil, the pig's eyes are flashing fiercely, his body is suddenly bulging, and a tyrannical force is brewing, like a balloon, which was originally only ten zhang, and instantly rose to one hundred zhang.