Song Siyuan was still listening to Ge Da's introduction to the wild forest!

"Girl, if you have to break the casserole and ask to the end, then we can't do anything, if you die with words, these black trees are not dead, at most they are half dead."

The old man clasped his teeth, sat down on the stool in the corridor, and decided to talk to this group of juniors about the power of black wood:

People live with a face, and trees live with a skin.

Old people say that when the volcano erupted thousands of years ago, the ash burned like red-hot cinders.

falls on the person, specifying the shedding of a layer of skin.

The tree relied on its bark to eat some nutrients from its roots, and when it was covered with volcanic ash, the bark was immediately burned like black charcoal, and it was useless.

The ash is no better than magma, and when the fire is poured on it, even the heart of the tree becomes charred, but becomes a dead thing.

The tree was stuck with volcanic ash, but the outer bark was dead, but the inner heart was still there.

Although it is a blessing in disguise, it is precisely because it is half dead that it becomes more painful.

But any old tree that is hundreds or thousands of years old can give birth to spirituality like mountain spirits and wild monsters, and Changbai Mountain is a sacred mountain when it hits Liaojin, and the ancient tree doesn't know how old it is.

The taller the ancient tree grows, the more it relies on the bark to transport nutrients throughout the body, and the bark damage can only slowly wither, and the ancient tree with a little spirituality will definitely want to survive.

Over and over again, the Black Tree can only develop hollows in the tree, catch the animals that keep them warm, and then feed itself with their blood.

Blood, in nature, is the most nourishing thing, and it is twice as effective as they are bitter and absorb the nutrients of rotting wood in the soil.

In this way, these carbonized trees naturally live on flesh and blood, barely surviving.

"I guess that the bark of these trees is charcoal, and the roots of the trees are still intact, otherwise they would not have lived for thousands of years without dying."

"Anyway, as long as you don't want Xiao Lao's life, they can suck whoever they like, I don't care."

The old man's rhetoric is not only mysterious but also mythical, Song Siyuan doesn't believe that these trees really have thoughts to make a living, maybe they are just some kind of bloodthirsty trees.

Old people always like to add mystery to things they can't understand.

For them, it is more useful to turn to ghosts and gods when they encounter problems than to turn to modern science, and she has no intention of arguing with the old man, but silently notes the strangeness of the Black Wild Forest!

After chatting like this for an hour, the sky is soaked in ink, and the Milky Way hangs horizontally and the sky is full of stars.

Once nightfall, the temperature on the summit plummeted, and when they felt that the animal skin could not withstand the cold, they quickly raised firewood in the temple incense ding.

As soon as the door of the main hall of the side hall was closed, the temple was isolated from the cold and gradually became warm and dry.

The four nursing homes were not familiar with them, and they had already gone to sleep in the ear compartment after eating, and the old man like Yu Laohan slept a lot, so he burned the kang early and returned to the east chamber.

The furnace is blazing, and the pit is raging.

Yue Guanchao took Ge Da and Mao Ye to sit in front of the fire pit furnace, relying on the beating flames to constantly relieve the fatigue and hardships of the whole day.

"The mountain is very cold, and once this kind of qi enters the lungs and bones for a long time, it will be fatal when you are old."

"Old, old, look at my hands, the white gas is very fragrant!"

The cat master was closer to the brazier than anyone else, and he couldn't wait to put his hands into the fire, until the slightest white gas came out of his wrist, and he felt a warm heat on his body.

Jiaolong Temple did not worry about eating and drinking, they took dried meat, sausages, and freshly picked mushrooms in the firewood room, and ate while roasting had a feeling of leisure cat winter.

For a moment, Yue Guanchao forgot about the danger of going to the tomb.

"Geda, why does Uncle Yu look like this?"

Song Siyuan was already curious about his life experience from the first time she saw the old man, this kind of physically defective person will inevitably mind the strange eyes of others, she endured it until the old man fell asleep before daring to ask.

Geda bit the roasted mushroom and nodded to everyone:

"Uncle Yu is actually the nickname we gave him, this old man's real name is quite literate, what is Yu Peishan."

Ge Da was only in his early twenties, and Yu Bo looked at him in his fifties and sixties, and everything he knew was relayed by the old man in Huangwei Village.

He only heard the story of Yu Bo mention it between the conversations of his family, and while the bonfire was hot, Ge Da told all the stories of Yu Bo.

His past has to start with pearls!

The pearl is priceless, the jade is flawless, and the light is white and white.

The Chinese people's love for pearls has begun since the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the pre-Qin period, and the worship of pearls and jade by the Moke literati has gradually differentiated the pearls produced in China.

Nanzhu is produced in the South China Sea, and it has nothing to do with Yubo, so it is needless to say that what I want to talk about today is Dongzhu.

It is a wild pearl produced by Songjiang, Heijiang, Wujiang, Yajiang and other rivers in the eastern province, which is huge and round, the treasure light escapes, the color is light gold, and the inlay is extravagant and luxurious, it can be said that it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is very precious.

It is precisely because of the unique scarcity of a hundred mussels that Dongzhu was monopolized by the royal family of the previous dynasty to demonstrate the inviolability of the royal authority.

The royal family favored Dongzhu, and the subject clans naturally went up and down, and the desire for Dongzhu also made this originally golden pearl gradually permeated with blood-colored scarlet.

The tragic first half of Yu Bo's life was given by Dongzhu!

He is the pearl diver of the Dongjiang River in the previous dynasty!