"Senior Brother Mu, what are you doing?"

"Listen."

"Listen to what?"

"Listen to the wind."

"Listen to the wind?"

"Shh~~~~~~~~~~h

The long boos of ten breaths, from heavy to light, from light to subtle, and then to nothing, like a long exhale of an ordinary deep breath.

Mu Haotian closed his eyes slightly, frowned tightly, his mouth kept talking, but his ears were trembling slightly.

It seems to be listening intently.

Although Jing Ling was a little anxious, she didn't understand why Senior Brother Mu stopped chasing, and calmly closed her eyes to recuperate, but after all, she didn't bother him anymore, and turned to look at the pair of Bilu Zhi who were pinched in his hands.

"Is that 'Bailizhi'?"

When Jing Ling heard what Senior Sister Mu Ting said, she was obsessed with this thing and Shili Acacia, and she also made more observations on the way, but when she saw that the two had reunited, but she didn't see the other person, she knew that the tracking had failed.

But then Senior Brother Mu's unflustered and calm and abnormal demeanor made Jing Ling a little confused, and she intuitively felt that Senior Brother Mu was still angry with herself.

I tried to ask, but I got an answer:

"Listen to the wind".

She couldn't understand whether the senior brother was too frightened and lost his soul, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Of course, Mu Haotian did not lose his soul, but was serious, serious, and literally understood, in ......

Listen to the wind.

"Baili Zhi" reunited in one place, and after reinvigorating each other's spirits, the power of essence and blood was quickly exhausted, and there was no sound at all.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Or was it even discarded after being discovered by the enemy, or was it accidentally lost by the warbler herself? What the truth is is no longer important for the present.

Because either way, it just means:

It is no longer possible to find the junior sister through "Baili Zhi".

Mu Haotian did not panic.

Frightened and anxious all the way, the mad demon rushed forward, but in the end, it was such a result.

The accumulation of many negative emotions before, when it should have been at the moment of despair, his heart was surprisingly calm.

It's eerily quiet.

As if instinctively, he directly came from his heart, restarting the kind of miraculous realization that was inexplicably generated when he went down the mountain yesterday and was fulfilled three times and twice in the follow-up-

——The heart has something to ask for, and the ears listen to the wind.

From the planning of the three sisters and brothers of Jingling, to the whispered words that Shuangshu said when he teased himself, to the whispered conversation between Pei Zhi and the old ghost of Xishan before leaving, whenever the thought of "wanting to hear what the other party says" pops up in his heart, he will then enter a state of incomparably strange:

The breeze blows through the pinna, and then eavesdrops on the otherwise imperceptible whispers of others.

This miracle has worked time and time again, and it never seems to miss.

This time, however, the situation is quite different.

The characteristics of "Baili Zhi", the closer the distance, the louder the scream. And Mu Haotian started to set off, and he noticed that the screams continued to increase along the way.

That is to say, during the period from the town of Zhixiang to the meadow by the stream, the "Baili Zhi" of the snow warbler has always fallen in this place.

Mu Haotian didn't know how long the other party stayed here, according to the worst-case scenario, the other party had already left and would never be found again.

Listening to the wind is his only hope.

But this time he didn't get his wish.

In the midst of the wind, he heard the chirping of birds, the chirping of insects, the rustling of flowers and leaves, the flapping of bees, the sound of snakes winding through the grass, and the low roar of unknown beasts......

All kinds of faint sounds, far or near, sneaking in with the wind, clearly echoing in his ears, intertwining a vivid daily life of the mountains and forests.

The wind carried him far, far away, but it didn't give him the answer he wanted.

Wan Lai recovered, and no one was silent.

This lively sense of loneliness is like a heavenly mountain that covers the clouds and the sun, wrapping and burying him in all directions.

His heart could no longer be calm, and the noise that had gathered for a long time made him hesitate a little.

All the emotions that have been left behind: panic, panic, fear, chaos, as if they are about to resurge, backfire, and ruthlessly break his mental defenses.

The cold was spreading, and suddenly, he heard the sound he had dreamed of.

The sound of a person.

"Haha! Brother Pei, the ...... of your vine people It's extraordinary, it's ...... It's really enviable. ”

"Brother Zhentao, you can try it too...... The fruit is plump and juicy, and it is really delicious. ”

A rude male voice spoke, followed by a fight, both male and female, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.

Intermittently, with a few words, the sense of listening to the wind will subside, and the sense of sound will return to normal.

"Pei Zhi! The Fuji people!"

Mu Haotian suddenly opened his eyes, turned his body to the ground, and opened his mouth and shouted:

"I found it!"

But when he heard the sound of "oops", the figure on the side shook, and he fixed his eyes to look, it turned out that Jing Ling was sitting on the ground, covering his ass and staring at himself in horror.

He was surprised:

"Senior Sister Wang, what are you doing?"

Jing Ling was bored just now and came to peek at Senior Brother Mu, and couldn't help getting closer and closer, but he suddenly woke up, yelled, and fell in fright.

Hearing Mu Haotian's question, Jing Ling hurriedly got up, patted her twin strands and said:

"It's okay, it's okay, Senior Brother Mu, have you listened to the wind? How's it going? ”

Mu Haotian said:

"Found their place!"

After speaking, he was about to set off to chase after him, but he only took two steps, and suddenly his body paused, struggled a few times, and sat down.

Previously, his physical strength was already overdrawn, and he was concentrating on the wind just now, exhausting his mental strength, and he couldn't even lift a trace of internal breath at this moment.

Seeing this, Jing Ling guessed probly, and saw that the cold sweat on his forehead was dense, and he tried his best to stand up, so he squatted down beside him and said:

"Senior Brother Mu, hug me."

"What?"

Mu Haotian was stunned for a moment, and then there was a soft feeling on his thighs, and Jing Ling actually sat in his arms by himself.

He lowered his head a little sluggishly, but saw that Jing Ling's eyes were as clear as a stream, and said:

"Senior Brother Mu, put your hand in."

"Huh?"

Mu Haotian's breathing accelerated, and when he was confused, Jing Ling had already opened his collar by himself, revealing the black totem in the "Tanzhong" position, and said:

"Senior brother, if you hold this down with your hand, I will be able to give you the power to cross."

Mu Haotian woke up like a dream, finally understood what she meant, doubted the letter, raised one hand in the air, but never moved.

Seeing that he was hesitating, Jing Ling urged:

"Senior Brother Mu, hurry up, we have to hurry up and save the two senior sisters!"

As soon as these words came out, Mu Haotian woke up and no longer cared about the difference between men and women, turned his two fingers as a sword, and pressed her "Tanzhong Acupoint".

The moment the sword finger touched the totem, the black light flashed at the intersection position.

Mu Haotian's arm trembled, as if he was strung through his body by an electric current, and even though he felt that Jing Ling was leading to an unusually abundant force, starting from the Shaoyin Heart Sutra of his hand, he quickly penetrated the three yangs of his hands, the three yin of his feet, and the three yangs of his feet, almost all over the body's meridians.

"Is this the power of the ancient gods?"

This kind of power Mu Haotian is indescribable, he only feels a little weird, and the power is far stronger than the internal breath that he has worked so hard to cultivate.

After he was shocked, he couldn't help but lift his spirits, jumped up with his legs, stretched his arms, grabbed Jingling's legs and back in the air, and held her in his arms.

Jing Ling was taken aback, instinctively wrapped her hands around her senior brother's neck, her face seemed to be feverish, and she lowered her eyelids and didn't look at him.

Mu Haotian said:

"Senior sister, offend!"

With one free hand, press and hold the black pattern again. The power of the gods rolled in in an instant.

Mu Haotian snorted lightly, ran with his feet, divided the flowers and leaves, and frightened insects, butterflies, birds and birds all the way.

Jingling is young and light, Mu Haotian holds her and runs without stagnation, the speed is much faster than his own solo luck, and the strength is endless, absorbing endlessly.

With the blessing of such divine power, within two moments, he had already rushed out of the land of ten miles, and he had a big mind and couldn't help but roar.

finally realized the feeling of Jing Ling's wanton indulgence, and while she was happy, she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself:

"My 'Fairy Heart' doesn't have such an effect, isn't it just a second-rate commodity, far inferior to her totem?"

Suddenly felt a thumping of the heart, and couldn't help but be surprised:

"You guy, do you still have an opinion?"

Thinking about it, my heart was itching, and I couldn't help but ask Xiang Jingling:

"Senior Sister Wang, you have such abilities, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He asked twice in succession, but Jing Ling didn't say anything, only lowered his head and was stunned.

It is said that the girl is pregnant with spring, although she is still a little younger, but she has also reached the age of ordinary people. It's just that she has been wandering outside for many years, and she has been messing with her two younger brothers on weekdays, and she has never thought about this matter.

At this moment, she silently endured the temperature of Senior Brother Mu's fingers, secretly counting her fluttering heartbeat, knowing that Senior Brother Mu talked to her from time to time, but she was absent-minded, she didn't listen to anything, she only thought about her heart in the bumpy, and was speechless for a long time.

How could Mu Haotian think of this? After asking a few empty questions, she didn't say anything, but she couldn't hear clearly.

I recalled the intermittent conversations I heard with the wind, and suddenly remembered the story of "The Martyrdom of the Banana Girl" that Ying'er told last night, and I felt deeply uneasy and became more aggressive.

……

Chasing the clouds and chasing the sun, I galloped for about 30 miles, and on the way, I staggered the official road several times, waded through the mountains and rivers, and finally approached the direction of the dark induction within half an hour.

Mu Haotian stopped and looked up, a long gravel path under his feet, bending and stretching forward, and finally turning into a forest.

The branches and leaves in the forest are dense and towering, the steam mist swims above the canopy, and the sound of the water comes out through the forest, faintly but endlessly, there is about a mountain waterfall.

Mu Haotian slowly rested, staring at the depths of the trail with all his attention, and quietly and silently pressed towards the woods.

Suddenly, Jing Ling trembled in his arms, and the two hands wrapped around the back of his neck pinched his scalp hard, very restless.

Instantly thinking of her divine totem ability, she should sense the danger, Mu Haotian was very nervous, and unconsciously increased the strength of his hand, and asked:

"Senior sister, did you sense something?"

Jing Ling trembled even more.

Mu Haotian couldn't help but stop, looking down at her, but saw that her cheeks were covered with red clouds, and the halo was clumped to the base of her neck.

"Senior brother, your hand ......"