Just when Wan Xiao was snickering in his heart, he didn't know that he was getting closer and closer to the end. When he looked up by chance, Wan Xiao was surprised to find that the plane tree was only fifty or sixty zhang away from him, but the golden light on the tree was not as strong as in the distance. Hurriedly urged his feet to rush towards the plane tree, Wan Xiao carefully found that the so-called golden light on the tree was because the fan-like leaf veins were golden gold, and the plane tree with many branches and leaves looked like it was emitting a misty golden light from a distance, and walked closer, Wan Xiao turned his head to look, and the behemoth that had been chasing him disappeared at some point. Only a quiet forest remains.

At this moment, Wan Xiao can be regarded as letting go of his hanging heart, and looked carefully at the plane tree again, and an inconspicuous broken stone tablet stood not far from the roots of the plane tree. Wan Xiao looked fixedly, it was an ancient font, similar to the words that Wan Xiao had seen in the Stone of Inheritance, with the associative imagination, Wan Xiao guessed that these four should be the ancient trees of the Sycamore Undoubtedly, suddenly felt a pain in his eyes, Wan Xiao immediately closed his eyes, injected spiritual power into his eyes, eased for a while, and then hurriedly opened his eyes and moved his gaze into the distance.

"There's something strange about this stele. Wan Xiao narrowed his eyes for a moment, thinking.

Yes, a strong sword aura bloomed from those words, hurting Wan Xiao's eyes, naturally it was left by the owner of this stone stele, without thinking too much, Wan Xiao no longer looked at the small stone stele. Continuing to approach the ancient plane tree, he wanted to take a closer look at this auspicious tree, maybe there were any clues.

Walking in, Wan Xiao suddenly noticed the difference, although the leaves glowed golden, but the thick black trunk was a lot of air-dried bark, and a few places were even crumbling, giving Wan Xiao an urge to go up and pick it off. Such an auspicious ancient tree, every piece of its debris absorbed the essence of this forest and the power of sound patterns, which was enough to make Wanxiao's strength at this time take another step.

But Wan Xiao did not step forward to pick it out with a desire for profit, but carefully observed the ground under the ancient plane tree, and unfortunately, there was not a single bark or even a leaf. That said, there must be something strange about this ancient tree.

Na Wan Xiao did not turn back and did not stop there, but continued to observe carefully, such a test in front of him has been set, he can only follow the rules of the master of this cave, unless he dies immediately now, he cannot exit as he wants. Carefully observing every leaf and branch, Wan Xiao finally found nothing, and pulled out a soundpiece from the spatial ring and threw it in the direction directly behind the ancient plane tree.

"Bang!" With a bang, Wan Xiao knew the ending, and it was obvious that there was an enchantment behind the Sycamore Ancient Tree, and he couldn't just cross it.

After thinking for a while, Wan Xiao firmly walked to a distance of less than a zhang from the ancient Wutong tree, and firmly stretched out his right hand to take the bark that fell off the most.

Wan Xiao thought in his heart: Since you asked me to do this, there must be a reason and basis for doing this, so I will go with the flow, how good.

At the moment when Wan Xiao's fingertips touched the dark bark, a golden light bloomed from the ancient sycamore tree, and the next moment, Wan Xiao lost consciousness.

"Yo...... This little guy is still quite good!" A voice that looked like a man and a woman came from the ancient plane tree, and it was strange against the backdrop of this auspicious tree.

"Hahaha, who isn't a curious baby? You say yes?" A calm and gentle female voice came from the side of the ancient sycamore tree. If Wan Xiao was still standing in place, he would definitely be surprised to find that the female voice who spoke turned out to be the stone tablet with sword qi in it.

"Hmph, I don't want to talk to you about this, you say, when can you let me go?" This male-female voice seemed to be a little unhappy to ask the gentle female voice.

"Leave, if you want to leave, I'm so sorry for my master, I advise you to die of this heart, my energy is your energy, and we only have the share of symbiosis and co-destruction. The gentle girl didn't have any emotional annoyance, and still said gently.

"You dead stone!"

......

It must have been a quarter of an hour? Wan Xiao rubbed his eyes, and at this time he was sitting on the ground, and not far in front of him seemed to be a small village with people.

Wan Xiao was a little confused, scratched his head, and hurriedly took advantage of this time gap to recover his voice print power and spiritual power.

After about a stick of incense, Wan Xiao recovered his voice and mental power, stood up, stomped his feet, and after making sure that the soil under his feet was different from the one next to the plane tree, he walked towards the small village with curling smoke.

The steps were a little brisk, as if he sensed that the atmosphere here made him very comfortable, and Wan Xiao's mood couldn't help but improve a lot, but if he wanted him to say why, he couldn't say it himself.

On the way, Wan Xiao even saw an old man herding sheep waving a sheep whip in his hand to drive the sheep, some of the sheep are black face and white body, and some are purebred white sheep, among which there are few rams and more ewes, and the voice of the lamb is the most immature, like the cry of a human baby, so that Wan Xiao can't help but stop and watch quite interestingly.

"Bah, bah-"

A few sheep cries couldn't help but cause Wan Xiao's reverie, in the Heavenly Spirit Academy, they are all that kind of spirit sheep, they are very docile kinds, and it is a bit like a meat production machine, but there is no spirituality. And the flock in front of him was happily gnawing on the grass and plant branches and leaves under the sun, and from time to time one or two cries of different tones gave Wan Xiao a vivid feeling. Wu Jiu Literature

The shepherd naturally saw Wan Xiao, but neither of them made a sound, one seemed to be completely devoted to the flock, and the other was thinking about things outside the flock, so naturally the two would not have any intersection.

Continue to walk along the sheep intestine trail to the village, there is a babbling stream not far from the path, which makes Wan Xiao's mood feel extra peaceful, and the pace of walking is more and more vigorous.

It seems to have walked to the entrance of the village, there is a banyan tree that covers the sky and the sun, this banyan tree is also very old, the main body of the trunk has long been full of dry bark, and the leaves under the tree are also piled up with a full layer, no one cleans it, and it is free to be decomposed.

Why did Wan Xiao have to come here? It was because the curling smoke made him have an appetite, and he wanted to eat something in this world of truth and falsehood. After all, with martial arts in hand, it's still okay to grab it if you can't rub it!

The outskirts of the village in front of him were surrounded by a circle of unknown tree species, forming a small barrier that surrounded the things in the village, so that Wan Xiao could still only smell the smell of rice.

I couldn't help but be a little anxious in my heart, and Wan Xiao walked towards Wan Xiao towards the interior of the village.

"Qiang-" The sound of weapons clashing appeared in Wan Xiao's ears, and Wan Xiao lowered his body and pulled his body down, easily dodging the weapon forked above his head.

"Wow!" came a young child's voice.

"What are you talking about, what are you going to do, don't you understand the war? No outsiders are allowed to enter!" The first half of the sentence is to scold the child, and the second half of the sentence is to Wan Xiao.

Wan Xiao is confused, isn't this an ordinary village? How can there be the word war? And from the mouth of a child, it makes people feel a little unbelievable, after all, the first impression of Wan Xiao here is the Peach Blossom Spring!

"The poor monk ...... himself" Wan Xiao put his hands together, wanting to euphemistically explain that he was a monk who led the practice, and he came here just to turn into a fate, but it was a stick that was pumped towards Wan Xiao's buttocks, and Wan Xiao couldn't help but stop the words behind.

"What are you pretending to be? At first glance, it is a middle-aged man who has traveled in the red dust, what are you pretending to be tall?" This voice was much calmer than the previous two, but there was still a childishness that could not be concealed.

Easily holding his hips with his right hand, his right hand caught the stick that was not very powerful, but the next moment he screamed loudly.

"Ahh

Unfortunately, the confident Wan Xiao didn't even carry out mental detection, and came to pick up the white blade empty-handed, but what he didn't expect was that this stick was full of tribulus terrestris, which made Wan Xiao's hand hurt a lot.

"Phantom Mystery Step" Wan Xiao lightly recited the Phantom Mystery Trace, and easily performed it, escaping this series of encirclement and interception.

"You're mistaken, but I look like this. Suddenly realizing that his phantom mask had been in a state of maintenance, he hurriedly wiped his face, revealing a slightly immature and sunny face that was harmless to humans and animals.

"Oh, so you're not much older than us!" The youngest should be a child of about eight or nine years old, looked Wan up and down and smiled, and said.

Wan Xiao nodded frequently in agreement, and almost asked them to take him home for dinner, but for the sake of face, Wan Xiao decided to slow down first.

"Little donor, the poor monk is a little monk who leads the practice, passing by here and wanting to turn a little fate, I don't know which little donor can help the poor monk?" Wan Xiao put his hands together and said, at the same time, a string of Buddhist beads also jumped on Wan Xiao's arm, except for the collar robe, everything else was seamless.

Several children were not yet mentally mature, and they were half-convinced by Wan Xiao's start, and looked at each other, with trust and doubt in their eyes, at this time, the oldest child came out to break the deadlock and said.

"Okay, you go, don't do anything that violates the village rules, otherwise my Uncle Niu won't spare you. ”

"Then thank you, little donor. Wan Xiao bowed sincerely, and walked towards the full pace of the village, and at the same time, a silver bowl appeared in his hand, more and more like a monk with hair and practice.

This small village is in the middle of the valley, the humidity is heavier, and the architectural style is completely different from what I have ever seen, the architecture here is a kind of bamboo building that hangs high above the ground, and the roof is herringbone to facilitate rain drainage.