"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

In the mist of light, the oak trees bloom with their own bright green halo. The halo is bright and dark, this is the breath of the oak tree.

At this time, it has grown into a towering ancient tree, and under the canopy, countless aerial roots have fallen, layer after layer.

Behind this layer of curtains, a male lion three feet tall slept peacefully on the ground.

No, it's no longer appropriate to say that the lion is now.

This spirit animal, although it has the trunk of a lion, has a pair of antlers on its head, and its face is covered with a white mask of wood.

The antlers are intricately forked and shaped like a crown, and there are countless green leaves and flowers on it, which are the jewels and pearls of the crown.

The mask is painted with strands of gold thread-like patterns, and the gold lines meander and twist, weaving a series of intricate and mysterious patterns, and then extending beyond the mask, and hovering around the spirit beast wantonly, completing a more ambitious work.

The claws are tucked between the velvet toes, and the fangs are hidden behind the mask. The spirit beast lacks a trace of the ferocity of an ordinary male lion, and is more noble and friendly, and its majesty is greatly increased.

The streamer wandering around, surrounded by a bright green halo, was retracted one after another, submerged into the canopy, turned into a little clear light, and flew into its body through the air roots around the spirit beast. As its abdomen rises and falls, its hair, as well as its mane, which is dyed with gold and a pale golden color, dance without wind, as if it has life. Along with the tail with the cherry blossom falling on it, it is also unconsciously flicking.

The light gradually dissipated, and as the last bit of clear light sank into the spirit beast's body, the green halo also disappeared.

"Whew!"

A gust of wind for no reason blew away the tough and heavy air roots, and when the old man came back to his senses, the spirit beast had already gotten up and was on its way to come from now.

The old man froze.

Behind the mask were a pair of eyes that sparkled like diamonds. The brilliance flows, and it seems that there are endless mysteries and treasures hidden in it, so that all those who look directly at it will be seized by their hearts.

The man, on the other hand, watched in silence as a newborn god came to him, and watched as it fell to the ground.

The man received this gift.

At this time, the old man had already retreated to the side.

He was born in the Middle Ages and had seen the aftermath of the age of the gods. When the gods worshipped, he didn't have the courage to accept it. Therefore, the attitude of the man at this time, in the eyes of the old man, is really a manifestation of ignorance.

For a scholar who has studied ancient history, it is sensible to show the least of respect for a powerful god. A man's arrogance is an inaccurate positioning of himself, which is obviously a manifestation of shallow knowledge. The man who claims to be a scholar has dropped a notch in the old man's heart.

As a result, he was not accustomed to the actions of men, but he also disdained to reveal them. thought that in the face of such a majestic behemoth, the man was just pretending to be calm.

He just waited for the moment when the man made a fool of himself.

The old man's heart turned a thousand times, and the man didn't know it. Even if they knew, most of them would laugh at it. Regardless of the roots, just talking about the attainments at the level of magic, men have long been beyond the world. If he fights with others, he really doesn't know how earth-shattering his own power can be.

In addition to elves and dragons, these two sources of magic. In this world, there is no reference object for him to measure his own strength.

Like the druids in front of them, the gods of the ancient humans are just the lucky ones who will be blessed when the age of magic comes. This point, the man who has studied ancient history, is clear.

"Elves come from the stars, magic comes from elves. Now that you have been blessed, you must have understood the nature of magic. Come and see, these Runi Mowen have no secrets in front of you. ”

The man pointed to the parchment all over the floor, and his tone was flat, even a little cold.

The old man is stupid.

He couldn't have imagined that the first thing a man did was to send it.

What arrogance! What rudeness!

He was angry, but he was still holding back.

The gods are proud, it is no longer the boy it used to be, and the bloodline will tell it how noble it is.

The old man was waiting for the moment when the man was slapped in the face.

While he was wondering what might happen next, the spirit beast made a new move.

It nodded.

It nodded?!

The old man was blinded, and his three views were shattered.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't. ”

Seeing pieces of parchment rising into the air and hanging in front of the spirit beast, the old man couldn't help but mutter.

Glancing at the old man strangely, the man stretched out a hand: "Do you have a pen?"

"Well, there is ......"

The old man subconsciously took out a quill.

"Not enough, a few more, and some ink. ”

The man frowned, how could the old man be slow to react, it stands to reason that he should have taken out a sufficient amount of pen and ink a long time ago.

"Huh?"

The old man, who had easily reacted, was stunned again. The man's casual attitude, as well as the respectful performance of the spirit animal, dealt a blow to his heart, and the three views were shattered more completely.

He is not the ancestral bloodline, he is just a spectator of history, and when he vainly substitutes himself for the perspective of the gods, he takes it for granted. The gods are proud, that's right. But pride doesn't just come from nature, it also needs to be nurtured by the environment.

The classical era was the age of the gods. Just as in the Middle Ages, when the sorcerers were without the gods and the mountain overhead, they became more and more arrogant, and after the age of elves and dragons passed, the gods inevitably indulged in the illusion of being in control. Pride is like a newborn sprout, which gradually grows into a towering tree under the watering of the rain called self-esteem.

Boys are born at the bottom and never feel superior. And because of the influence of the bloodline, subconsciously, he has never been weak in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said the sentence "I'm just doing things with money" when the three men in the suit thought they admired the mine boss.

Therefore, the boy retains a rare peace of mind when it comes to people and things. Even if he was a god at the moment, he did not look down on men and old men at all.

On the contrary, he was grateful to the two people in front of him for having such an opportunity to sublimate his bloodline. Even, especially for men, he was inexplicably afraid of him.

As a druid, a voice for nature, aware of the pulse of life, for boys, nature is as simple as eating and drinking.

When he saw the old man, he could feel that the vitality around the old man was false. However, with the participation of the revenant, the magic flowing in the bones can be manipulated more delicately, and this imitation of the life force can be almost fake. At the same time, with the control of spiritual power over magic power, the old man can perform magic just like a living wizard. This made him look like an ordinary wizard on the surface.

And what about men?

His situation was quite the opposite.

It's a living body, with a powerful magical power no less than its own, but it's an empty shell. There is only a little hazy, the natural spiritual power of the human body, and there is no trace of the soul.

In this case, the man should be a vegetative person lying in a hospital bed.

But the reality is not according to common sense.

The boy, who was puzzled by this, couldn't help but be curious, and after perceiving the abnormality in the man, he went to the bottom of it.

Then he saw, the light.

A drop of water that is as clear as glass, instead of the soul, is a ray of light inside, and it is the light that manipulates the spiritual power in the body.

Just a ray of light like a thread of light was seen in his eyes, imprinted into his heart, and in an instant, it evolved into a world of immeasurable light.

In his trance, the boy faintly felt that even the majestic nebula, the great stars, seemed so humble, so small, and so insignificant in front of this little ray of light.

He was shocked, shocked by the ridiculous idea that popped up with him.

As a result, he can no longer look at men as simply as before.

It was only after all the abilities were developed that he had an intuitive feeling for the first time about men, no, the existence of men as a shell, and felt how incredible the other party was, even more strange than the principal.

The boy had mistaken him before, and now he couldn't understand him, and his feelings became more and more complicated in the face of this increasingly strange person.

An incomprehensible, unfathomable existence, people either lift it high or fall it hard. The former became the Holy Spirit, and the latter became the Devil.

It's human nature, and boys can't avoid it.

After experiencing the baptism of the vast star power of the morning star, the boy is no longer just his original self, he also has an additional consciousness as a druid, connecting his own existence with the entire universe. Therefore, he realized that in this universe, the true power is the height of its standard.

But the existence of a man is far beyond this height, no, in fact, far beyond the scope of his cognition, far beyond the scope of what this universe can accept. And this type of unknown, for boys whose mentality has changed and no longer stands purely on their personal standpoint, the only result is fear.

So when the boy woke up, he saluted the man as soon as he could. This is not a subjective idea of the boy, it is completely subconscious. It's not that he's surrendering to men, it's that the entire universe, the morning star, and the sublimated bloodlines in his body are showing weakness to men.

Therefore, the man who had been smiling and watching the boy come to him gradually lost his expression on his face when the former fell to the ground.

He was disappointed and disappointed.

In the face of the strong, you have to bear their greed. In the face of the weak, you have to bear their fears. Men don't like it, don't like it very much. So, he deliberately hid his identity in order to play the world as he pleased.

But nothing is foolproof, sometimes it is like falling into the abyss, sometimes it is cold in the heights, all of which remind the man of his identity as the creator god.

However, what makes it even more difficult for a man to accept is that his heart is becoming hardened little by little, as if in order to adapt to this identity.

Transcendent outside the world, not asking about the world.

As the saying goes, heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to touch this state of mind.

However, the man knows that even if he pays attention to the changes in his heart many times, he is still inevitably moving in this direction.

After all, his identity is there. All these changes, and how he acts, are the relationship between cause and effect, and it is difficult to put the cart before the horse.

The man who understands this is not only disappointed at the beginning, but also has a feeling of losing control.

This feeling is more uncomfortable than disappointment.

So, when the old man came back to his senses and hurriedly took out a large amount of pen and ink from his personal space, the man was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the dantian in his hand, closing his eyes tightly, and making a fixed shape.

"Next, whatever happens, don't bother me. ”

Seek the heart on the road, don't slack off, men don't dare to delay for a moment, just afraid that they will lose themselves in the future.

However, heart disease still needs heart medicine, and the confusion in the heart still needs wisdom to solve.

The man knows that there is a wise man in his heart, and now it is time to talk to him.