When Fang Tian entered the Calado Mountains, his appearance changed again.

In fact, it is not only the appearance, but also the entire inner and outer appearance, specifically, Fang Tian at this time has completely reset the state when he took over the body of that little pot friend, well, of course, it is not injured and dying, but the normal, physical state of a third-level magic apprentice.

It's like going back in time, going back to two years ago, and the boy who was supposed to be called Liufeng or something came to the jungle again.

Thirteen-year-old boy.

Level 3 Magic Apprentice.

This can be regarded as some kind of nostalgia for Fang Tian, or rather, it can barely be regarded as a secret explanation to that little pot friend.

The so-called borrowing fake to cultivate the truth, the body of the little pot friend who took over in the past two years is actually a "fake", and now, the truth has become a fake, and that body has already let Fang Tian return to heaven and earth, where it came from and where it is going. Taking this step actually meant that Fang Tian had cut off contact with the owner of that small body.

What family, what parents, and what sister, in essence, has nothing to do with today's Fang Tian.

It's just that cutting off the ties doesn't mean cutting off cause and effect.

Breaking off blood ties doesn't mean breaking off relationships.

If that little pot friend hadn't suffered an accident, what would he want to do?--Based on this assumption, Fang Tian didn't mind spending a little time doing something that might not have made sense to him.

The reason is still the same sentence, this is an explanation.

A contract that has not been drafted and does not need to be executed, but Fang Tian is willing to deliver.

It's just one of those situations. Fang Tian incarnated into the body he had taken over two years ago, in the Calado Mountains. Contrary to the original direction, from south to north. Twists and turns.

There was no road on the earth, but when many people walked, it became a road. This is a very famous quote from a certain gentleman in a previous life. To put this sentence in reverse, there is a road on the earth, but when there are fewer people walking, there is no road. It is applicable to apply this statement to the jungle mountains.

It only takes a rain to pass, and the mountain road that could have been there will be completely covered by the frenzied vegetation.

This is for all those who have experience of living in the mountains and forests. Something you know. You don't even need to have experience in the mountains, as long as you have lived in warm, humid, and rainy even plain places, you will probably be familiar with this situation.

Again, this refers to the ordinary mountain wilderness.

The Carado Mountains are unusual, the mountains are majestic and longitudinal and horizontal, not to mention it, for inexplicable reasons, but the grass and trees here are unusually prosperous, and the little pot friend followed his second uncle in the mountains, the nature is actually to escape, but also to go to the deep mountains and dense forests.

The denser the forest. The greater its overall repulsion of the elements, the more it will be able to avoid recourse from behind.

On the other hand, however, the denser the forest, the more fierce and powerful the monsters and beasts that survive and entrench themselves. This is not the kind of artificially stocked mountains and forests in the previous life, but can be described by the word "wild". The dense and vigorous jungle nourishes animals of all sizes in a whole chain of creatures from low to high.

So. At the beginning, the route of the two was a difficult and tortuous route that did not dare to go too far inside and too far away.

And on the way. Basically, there is no road.

Fang Tian used the cultivation of a third-level magic apprentice to walk hard in the jungle.

It's really tough.

Even if you don't have any experience in mountain walking. It only takes a little imagination to get a rough idea.

For Fang Tian, this is a very novel experience. Since coming to this world and embarking on the path of cultivation, especially later, the level of cultivation has become higher and higher, and Fang Tian doesn't know how long it has been since he has "walked truly".

This kind of journey that takes half a day to get out of the road seems to be desperate, but for Fang Tian, it is joyful.

Burning, cold, hunger, thirst, all kinds of feelings that should be there, a lot of real feedback on the body at the moment, through guò this kind of feeling, Fang Tian re-acquainted himself with the sun, re-acquainted with the rain and dew, and even re-acquainted with firewood.

He learned to act according to the rise and fall of the sun.

Early morning is not a good time. Even though it's April, the mountains are still cold in the morning. It takes several hours from the first dew of the morning to the beginning of the sun, and during this time, the forest is dense, and the dew is everywhere, even if it is not stained with dew, but from a distance, it seems that there is a clear cold passing through.

At this time, it is a good choice to raise a fire and bake it next to the fire and settle breakfast by the way.

April is not a good season for hunting. In the environment of dense grass and deep forests, animals are far more sensitive than humans, even if it is a third-level magic apprentice, alone, it is not too easy to hunt enough food to eat, and even, a few days later, Fang Tian learned to make a bow.

With elemental sensing and manipulation obstructed at every turn, even a crude, handmade short bow can go a long way toward making up for the lack of spell application.

So in the trip, there are more burdens. In addition to the necessary long wooden cane, there is also a short bow, and even if you suddenly encounter a bare rock salt mine, you can still take a few catties of rock salt with you, which is still a burden.

But this burden still made Fang Tian happy.

After eating wild food for many days, I suddenly had salt as a seasoning, and it was like stepping from the black and white world into the colorful world.

The whole world comes alive.

It was early in the morning.

The river is a bit turbulent, but it is very clear, and the stones and even gravel at the bottom of the water are clearly visible, and from time to time some lonely or companion fish swim through it.

Just on the edge of the river, in the middle of a high pile of rocks, a tent made of a few thick branches and thatch, stood conspicuously and inconspicuously. Conspicuous is seen at a distance, at a glance, but not obviously from a distance, and it is almost indistinguishable from the other green forests in the jungle.

Outside the tent, a bonfire burns. From time to time, the tumbling flames flew around in small areas with fragments of sparks.

Above the campfire, on a high wooden shelf, a hare was half-cooked, and from time to time oil fell into the fireworks below, and the fragrance was overflowing.

A teenager, standing about three or four paces away from the campfire, rubs his hands, stamps his feet, or makes other simple body movements from time to time, in such a way as to move his body and dispel the chill that comes from the morning and the night.

In the middle of the night, after the activity, the hare was just right.

Take it off, smear it with rock salt, and put it in your mouth, but it tastes very good.

From the perspective of taste alone, I don't know how many times worse than the various foods he carefully cooked when he was in Redstone Town, not to mention a thousand times and a hundred times, at least ten times more, but Fang Tian still felt that the taste was very beautiful.

Perhaps, in Redstone, it's just the taste buds that are satisfied.

At this time, the whole body is satisfied.

So the feeling of deliciousness is even more than ever.

For Fang Tian, he didn't know how long it had been since he had lived such a life, or even never, including the two years he had been in this life, as well as his previous life. But on the contrary, he is familiar with this kind of life. And this familiarity, not because of the campfire, nor because of the game.

Most likely, nothing is because of it.

Just familiar.

It seems to be in a distant and vague dream, and it seems to be millions of years ago.

As a result, some fragmented images suddenly flashed in front of me as if they were real and illusory, flashing in their consciousness.

The same river, the same tents, the same campfire, the same barbecue. Then there was a group of young and old, naked, wrapped in only some grass and animal skins, around the campfire, roaring, dancing, fangs and claws, in such a way, making their own voices.

Worship heaven and earth.

Shock your opponents.

Show yourself.

Heaven, earth, man.

Then time passed, the world was long, thousands of years down, the people jumping by the bonfire gradually moved away from the bonfire, the people covered with plants and animal skins gradually put on gorgeous clothes, and the reckless primitiveness bordering heaven and earth gradually became a self-sufficient human civilization.

Primitiveness is the flower, civilization is the fruit.

When the fruit grows, the flowers are self-grateful.

This also seems to be a process of cultivating truth under false pretenses.

However, in the days when the fruit is bright, where is the root? Or in other words, where should the fruit land and take root? (To be continued......