"It's been a year before I know it." Mu Heng looked at the clouds outside the sky, and muttered silently in his heart.

Looking at the one-foot-square stone "under his feet", Mu Heng slowly moved his roots and hugged it around him.

Now Mu Heng has grown into a one-man tall sapling, as thick as a finger, with only three branches under the thin count.

And the stone next to the root of the tree is the one that pressed on top of the head in the first place.

Mu Heng grows on the top of a high mountain, and there are no other plants and creatures around him except for mountains and rocks. At such a high altitude, it is swept by strong winds all year round, and only the sun in the sky can bring a trace of warmth to yourself.

"The hairstyles are all blown up." Mu Heng felt that the branches on his head should have grown in the direction of the sun, but they were blown in the opposite direction by the wind.

Fortunately, the foundation was laid well at the beginning, and the roots were strong, otherwise it would not be easily blown away by this wind.

I don't know why, although this mountain is high, there is only a strong wind, and there is no rain or snow, Mu Heng, who already has the power to protect himself, is not worried that he will die.

"Life is really boring." In addition to the alternation of yin and yang, the transformation of the stars, there are no other changes here, Mu Heng has almost exhausted his patience in the past year.

"I thought it would become a tree, and I would have no worries. I don't know that my mind is still there, and I can't really think of myself as a tree. Mu Heng was talking to himself, very helpless.

"I don't know how Ye Qingyin and the others are doing now, the competition of real people has already ended, I hope that real people won." Recalling the past, Mu Heng couldn't help but feel a little sad.

In the past year, Mu Heng has been thinking about his own situation, and has also tried various methods to break the current situation. But no matter how he fiddled, he couldn't jump out of this circle, so he could only be a tree quietly.

To be precise, it should be a tree person, who can move his roots and branches slightly, and there are still some differences from ordinary trees.

"Stone, stone, if only you could speak, I wouldn't have to talk to myself." Mu Heng has always regarded this stone as his companion, and he has a natural closeness, so he has been pulling it, so as not to be blown away by the wind, and he has no one to talk to.

Unfortunately, all he answered was the whistling sound of air currents across the valley.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, alternating back and forth. Mu Heng followed the rhythm and recorded the years he had experienced.

In the blink of an eye, there were already two nails, and the stones under his feet had been slurred by Mu Heng, and they were no longer the original rough surface.

Pure white, shining in the sun. Satisfied, he nodded his head, and Mu Heng "rubbed" it again.

And Mu Heng has also grown into a towering tree. Under his own correction, he finally straightened the main trunk, and many branches of different sizes were distributed from the bottom to the top, and they were very luxuriant.

"Anyway, something as weird as I turn into a tree can happen, so can a stone also give birth to a soul? Some of the mountain spirits and monsters in the novel come about like this. Mu Heng looked at the motionless stone and speculated wildly. I wish I had a companion so much.

Carefully calculated, in the past two Jiazi, Mu Heng couldn't speak a word in an average month.

If I keep going like this, I'm really worried that I'll forget that I still have a language function.

"Stone, stone, let's talk, let's chatter." Mu Heng picked up the stone with a branch and checked it in his hand, expecting it to happen a miracle.

The answer to Mu Heng is still only the sound of the wind in the mountains.

"Hey"

"I don't know what kind of tree we are, and I didn't have any in-depth research on plants in my previous life, so I can't see the type of tree." However, although one hundred and twenty years have passed, Mu Heng still feels that his energy is very strong.

Without the eating, drinking, and lazing of human beings, and there is no need to rest and sleep, Mu Heng opened his "eyes" all day long and enjoyed the scenery of the mountaintop that he had long been tired of.

Time flies by like a white horse. In the blink of an eye, it has come to the five hundred years after Mu Heng became a tree.

"It's been five hundred years, and the monkeys should come out of the mountain, and I'm still waiting here." Mu Heng couldn't remember the last time he spoke, but he remembered that the count in his mind had come to the fifth hundredth year.

"Stone, stone, I'm afraid you have no hope of becoming a spirit in this life." The vitality is still vigorous, but Mu Heng's mentality has long been old and decaying.

"Boom..."The huge vibration from the ground woke Mu Heng up.

"The earth dragon has turned over." Sensing the fluctuations of the earthquake, Mu Heng felt a trace of surprise and impulse in his heart for no reason.

I wish I had died in this earthquake, and the boring, lonely, and boring days were enough.

Mu Heng clearly felt the earth moving and the mountain shaking, and the mountain under his feet collapsed in this real thing. The stones that were grasped by Mu Heng's root system were also broken into gravel and had no adhesion.

"It's a landslide, haha." Mu Heng, who lost his grip, seemed to have found new fun, like a flat boat in the huge waves, rowing on this rolling and slippery mountain, not caring whether he could live or not.

"Little rock, hold on, let's ski." The branch clung to the small white stone and slid down the mountain with the shattered mountain.

At this moment, Mu Heng seemed to be a tide in the sea, swimming on the stream of collapsed gravel.

Mu Heng's body kept hitting the stones that were not at the same speed as himself, and he was constantly hit by the stones that fell from the sky.

The earthquake did not last long, and the landslide moved only in an instant. Mu Heng's body was already covered in bruises in the impact. But these are not worth Mu Heng's attention, after all, there is no pain, and there is no desire to live too resolutely, only the stone in his hand is the only thing he cares about.

Everything slowly stabilized, Mu Heng fell halfway up the mountain, and his body was stuck on the mountainside.

It's a completely different landscape, with no strong winds and rain falling incessantly.

Mu Heng observed the surroundings, there should be plants, but they were buried underneath by mountain rocks. Overhead, there is a cloud that shimmers and is the essence of the continuous rain.

The continuous heavy rain kept washing the surface of the mountain, making Mu Heng's prediction of the presence of plants overturned.

"It seems that in the end, you are the only one who can accompany me, little stone." Mu Heng clenched the pure white stone.

"Hmm."

"Huh? Someone just answered me? Mu Heng plucked out his ears, worried that he had heard it wrong.

"Who's talking?" Mu Heng asked again.

"Is that you, Little Stone?" Mu Heng didn't hear a reply, and continued to ask.

"Why don't you say it again? Did I hear it wrong? No, I heard a voice. ”

"Could it be that I've been lonely for too long, hallucinating? Maybe, Bai rejoices. Mu Heng didn't see anyone responding, and he was suddenly a little discouraged, and said dejectedly: "Sure enough, a man still can't be single for too long, and there will be problems if the time is too long." ”

"Poof" Another humanized laugh sounded, and Mu Heng was sure that he had heard it clearly.

"Who? Who's laughing? Mu Heng's heart swelled with incomparable surprise, he was sure that he heard someone laughing just now.

"Is that you, Little Stone?" Still no response, Mu Heng "picked up" the small stone with a branch and held it in the palm of his hand, and asked happily.

"Hmm." It took a long time for a word to pop out of the stone.

"It's really you, it's so good, it's so good, it's finally a companion, haha." Mu Heng felt that this was the happiest day since he knew that he had become a tree.

"What's your name?" Mu Heng asked politely.

"Tu Su."

"Tu Su? Good name. Mu Heng didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and praised politely.

"What's so good?" Xiao Shi asked.

"Uhhhh After a while, he didn't want Xiao Shi to be entangled in this question, and then asked curiously: "Xiao Shi, why is your voice a little feminine?" ”

"....." replied to Mu Heng with a deathly silence.

"Are you a woman? Do stones still have a gender? If so, should it be a female or a female? Mu Heng propped his non-existent chin with a branch and thought.

"You are the mother of the female, your whole family is the mother of the female, and I am the female." Hearing Mu Heng's question, Xiao Shi scolded in general.

"Haha... Ha ha... Saorui Saorui. Mu Heng didn't think it was against her, he just felt that she was still a little cute, after all, she had been together for five hundred years. Besides, Mu Heng was carried away by this sudden surprise, and he was excited in addition to being happy.

"My name is Mu Heng, it's a pleasure to meet you, Tu Su." Mu Heng stretched out a small branch at the end, stretched it to the surface of the small stone, and shook hands with her.

"By the way, when were you born Lingzhi? Could it be that I made it out? Mu Heng was very curious about when Tu Su came out, and he wanted to know the principle of this.

"Plate your size, I was already there." Tu Su jumped in Mu Heng's palm and slammed it heavily on Mu Heng's palm as punishment for saying the wrong thing to Mu Heng.

"Already there? So when were you there? ”

"I've been there since you didn't grow up." Tu Su replied with a little tsundere.

"Then why didn't you reply when I talked to you before?" Thinking that he had spent five hundred years alone, Mu Heng's heart was dripping with blood, it was a dull day than squatting.

"I just don't want to deal with you."

"Are you a spirit born of stone?"

"I won't tell you."

"Then why are you here?"

"I won't tell you."

"Then why are you holding me down?"

"I won't tell you."

"Did you choose your name?"

"I won't tell you."

"Do you have any brothers or sisters or anything?"

"I won't tell you."

"Do you know where this is?"

"I won't tell you."

“。。。。。。。”

I haven't communicated with anyone for five hundred years, and as soon as I open my head, I can't hold it anymore, and one question after another is like a surging river, endlessly, as if I want to make up for all the words that I haven't said in the past five hundred years.

But no matter how much he asked, Tu Su only ended with the words "don't tell you". But Mu Heng didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, maybe he just wanted to ask, not to know the answer.