The villagers watched the slender white-clothed back go away, from worry at the beginning, to happiness later, to stunned at the end.

"She...... "She walked under the tree "she walked under the tree!! ”

"Am I right?"

"No one in the village has ever been able to walk under a tree!"

"Don't talk about the villagers, I haven't heard of anyone having this precedent!"

The village chief didn't hear the excitement of the others, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he muttered to himself, and folded his hands.

"It's the messenger chosen by the sacred tree. In the future, she will be very important to the village......"

The old man knelt reverently on the ground with his cane, and when he saw him, the rest of the villagers also knelt on the ground with hula la la and prayed in unison in the direction of the huge acacia tree.

"Blessed by the Sacred Tree—Wind and Rain—"

"Blessed by the Sacred Tree—Peace in the House—"

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Under the tree, Huo Honeysuckle stood at the edge of the soil and dug in the soil.

At first, she used a shovel to dig the pit, and it didn't take long to accumulate a small pile.

But soon she discovered: the shovel was rotting at a breakneck rate.

It was obviously a new iron tool, but it was quickly covered with rust and could no longer be used. And the pile of soil she had just dug up disappeared silently, as if melting, and returned to the earth.

Huo Rongdong quickly understood that as an innate spiritual object of the soil system, there is a special existence, and it cannot be dug up with iron objects.

So, she picked up rocks and sticks nearby to try. After a while, she found that when she encountered the soil, the stones would shatter and the sticks would rot, and none of them would be usable.

"Sure enough, as the village chief said, it's very difficult." Huo Rongdong wiped his sweat and laughed at himself.

She glanced up, tossing for a long time, the sun was about to set, and the sunset on the horizon was red and bright.

Not far away, the flames on Qi Ci's body gradually extinguished. The man knelt with his head down, as if completely unconscious.

Huo Rongdong's eyebrows narrowed, she had to speed up.

Now there is no point in trying other materials, Huo Rendong is ruthless and decides to dig the soil with his bare hands.

A pair of slender jade hands fell into the pitch-black soil, no longer clean, Huo Rendong took the trouble to carry the soil with his palm, carefully as if he was treating some treasure.

Fortunately, the soil was not hard, her hands were not rotten, and the soil that had been dug up was well piled on top of the clothes she had taken off beforehand, and did not return to the ground.

It worked!

Huo Rongdong was greatly encouraged, and worked harder to dig the soil with her hands, and she didn't stop until she had saved almost ten catties.

When I came, I went through ups and downs, but when I walked back, I was not confused by any of the illusions of the sacred tree, and it went smoothly.

It's just that when he walked past Qi Ci's side, Huo Rongdong called out a few times, but saw that he didn't react.

She couldn't help but get closer, and then reached out and carefully touched his cheek, the tentacles were hot like a fire, and Qi Ci, who had always been vigilant, didn't even tremble her eyelashes.

Huo Rongdong knew that he was afraid that he would not be good.

Immediately, she put the cloth bag containing the rest of the soil on her left shoulder, and then put Qi Ci on her body, wrapped her right hand around his waist, and carried all his weight with her slender body.

An adult man who is more than 1.8 meters old can be carried by a woman, and moreover, when a man loses consciousness, his body is defenseless, and it will be several times heavier than usual.

So at first she didn't hold on, and both of them fell to the ground.

At this juncture, Huo Rendong still remembered to protect the soil on his back, using himself as a meat pad, and he didn't say anything when he fell.

On the contrary, the villagers who were watching not far away exclaimed in surprise when they saw this, and they broke out in a cold sweat for her.

"Girl, leave him alone for now, let's go and save people later!"

"Be careful, girl!"

In the midst of their shouts, Huo Rendong patted his skirt and stood up, took a deep breath and mobilized his spiritual power again, carrying Qi Ci on his back on his back, and slowly moving towards the outer circle.

Every step she took made a deep footprint on the ground, and her snow-white little face was stained with mud and sweat, and she no longer had the usual temperament like frost and snow.

But none of the villagers left.

Everyone watched silently, and in the end, no one spoke, just counting her steps in their hearts.

There are still ten steps, and it's almost ......

And five, three, two!

"Everyone, come and help!!"

I don't know who roared, and when Huo Rendong just stepped into the red rope circle, several big men rushed up, one by one, and easily helped Qi Ci, who had fallen into a coma, up.

Without the biggest weight, Huo Rendong finally had a chance to breathe. She held her hands on her knees and breathed heavily, beads of sweat falling down like soybeans and hitting the ground.

But despite the little girl's embarrassment, she looked up with a bright smile on her face.

"I made it!"

The onlookers were stupid, it was the first time they observed her from such a close distance, and they couldn't help but think: how did such a skinny female doll, who was only eighteen years old, do it?

The village chief came over and said in a trembling voice: "Girl, your hand ......"

Huo Rongdong looked down and saw that his hands were black and red, and he couldn't help but hide behind him: "It's okay, just wash it, but this resting soil, you have to spread it on the bed quickly, and you can't touch the ground." ”

The village chief nodded, "Come on, come on, you guys are all here to help!" ”

"There's a newly built wooden house next door to me, I'm going to clean it up and make it out!"

"Daddy, I'm going to help get the mattress—"

The attitude of the villagers changed quickly, and they actively helped her with her work, and they also swept out a clean wooden house to house Qi Ci.

Everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, and when the soil was evenly spread on the wooden bed, Qi Ci lay down again.

With a "stab" sound, wisps of black qi visible to the naked eye emerged from Qi Ci's body, and the surrounding villagers couldn't help but take a big step back.

Only Huo Rongdong leaned close to the bed, she looked down and keenly noticed that Qi Ci's originally frowning brows were actually a little relaxed, and Tie Qing's face looked better.

It really has the effect of purifying the barrier!

She couldn't help but thank the village chief again and again.

The old man waved his hand and said sincerely, "Girl, we want to thank you." ”

After successfully returning from under the sacred tree, Huo Rongdong's treatment in the village has undergone a drastic change.

From the wait-and-see attitude at the beginning, the villagers now want to say a few words to her, whether they are eight or eighty years old, even if it is from a distance.

An honest woman leaned out of the window and put a basket on the wooden table: "Miss Huo, my freshly steamed wormwood cake, you can taste it!" ”

Huo Rongdong rubbed his sleepy eyes and smiled: "Thank you, auntie." ”

The woman's dark face was red, and she said shyly: "What's polite, seeing you is like looking at my own daughter, what else is missing." ”

"There's nothing missing, I'm bothered by the eldest mother."

Waiting for the women to leave, Huo Rendong opened the basket and saw that the thick green wormwood cake in it was placed on the plate, round and steaming, and it was appetizing.

She took out one and held it in the palm of her hand, feeling the warm ironing of the wormwood cake, only to feel the tiredness and soreness all over her body relaxed.

While eating, Huo Rongdong's eyes couldn't help but glance at Qi Ci on the bed.

The man lay on the wooden bed with his eyes closed, and a thin layer of soil was laid beneath him.

The sunlight shone through the small window and the layers of leaves, and a little bit of gold fell on his white tunic as the wind blew, and the branches swayed gently, and the dappled light and shadow on the ground trembled lightly.

She rarely observes Qi Ci so unscrupulously, but when people are asleep, his usual bravado or disguised indifference and open-mindedness are all gone.

is not the little uncle of Tianyan Sect's Jindan Great Perfection, and he is not the descendant who bears the blood debt of all the Qi family.

Just a handsome young man.

"Why are your eyelashes so long?"

Huo Rendong lay on the side of the bed and whispered, "The nose is so straight......

His gaze crossed his thin lips with graceful curves, as well as the sharp lines of the Adam's apple, Huo Rendong's face was hot, and he hurriedly looked away.

Under Qi Ci is the most basic tranquilization array, which can make the people in the array fall into a deep sleep. Normally, this kind of low-level formation is absolutely useless to him, but maybe he has been burned for too many days, and now he is surprisingly in charge, he has been groggy and asleep for seven days.

The soil that Huo Honeysuckle dug up would be completely useless within three days, and the black soil would turn gray, so she would transport it back and rebury it at the foot of the sacred tree.

There is life in the resting soil, and after a period of cultivation, it will regain its vitality.

But on the contrary, Huo Yongdong's workload is increasing. She needs to keep digging the soil and constantly replacing it with new soil to detoxify Qi Ci.

One afternoon, Huo Rendong had been digging under the tree for an hour, and she walked back to the red rope circle with the heavy rest on her back, and suddenly felt a little dizzy when she stood still.

Holding on to the rope for a while, Huo Rongdong was silent and looked down at his hands.

Originally, the slender jade fingers, at this moment, several nails were broken, the fingers and the back of the hand were full of worn scars, and the blood oozing from the wound was mixed with the soil, red, red, black and black, very seeping.

Huo Rongdong touched his sleeve with an expressionless face, looking unconcerned.

Unbeknownst to her, the Rest of the Earth possesses the power of a temporal torrent that can accelerate the aging of things around her. It can give nutrients to sacred trees and can also deprive other things of life, which is why there are no plants or impurities on the soil.

It's just that the monk has spiritual power, and he constantly repairs his body, canceling out the power of time.

And it is normal for people like Huo Rongdong to get injured if they barely rest and keep digging for resting soil.

She gently spread the newly dug soil around Qi Ci, who was still sleeping, and she didn't have time to wash her hands and face and change clothes, so she fell asleep against the wall.

The woman sat on the ground, her hands clasped around her knees, her head tilted against the corner, and a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, adding a thrilling beauty to her.

And on the wooden bed not far from her, Qi Ci slowly opened her eyes.