The bamboo mother was agreed by the storyteller to go to the capital together, and she felt a little comfortable. She finally didn't have to survive in the small bamboo forest in Qingshui Town.

She remembered that day when she saw many people standing by the pond with swords and axes in their hands and cloth bags on their shoulders. The knife in her hand slashed from her heir's body, and the knife was an oblique section, revealing a trace of aura inside, and a drop of her blood and tears slipped down like this.

She didn't know how many times something like this had happened, each time his little bamboo gave him a pleading look in front of him. She could only stretch out her arm and stroke it gently, singing the song of her hometown in her mouth:

The undead who are far away, we spirits are waiting to the death.

The sky that exists, we are willing to shine with a thousand rays of light.

The body that was still walking underground, did it stand up bravely?

I see, I see......

This song that follows the dead clan is inspired by the language of the human race in this way, and in his heart, countless small desires to survive can survive with the protection of the bamboo mother.

Perhaps this will ease their pain and weak hearts a little, but she does not dare to say anything, because she is also suffering silently. This is the human world, and they only prostrate themselves and take small steps to move around in this small area. With the degradation of time, his spirit also took on the form of a small human, rooted in this bamboo forest. Originally, the body of the bamboo mother was also like the human body, which could change with it and become ten thousand feet, or it could shrink like an inch of grass.

Due to the greed of the city lord, he killed the few remaining spiritual roots and made him a spirit body of only one inch.

But now she has completed her metamorphosis, killing the soul of the city lord and taking his body. Although this city lord's body was in the control of the Heavenly Soul Master, he would not need it anymore. In his words, the body had failed and had no value.

However, why would the Heavenly Soul Nian Master use this corpse to kill the Bamboo Mother, which may involve the reincarnation of the Daoist of the Nameless City. Perhaps, he has been verifying something to achieve his goal.

This is why Zhu Mu took the initiative to verify the secret of the city lord that she had known for a long time, and she said to Li Shuishan:

"In the bamboo forest, there are still many of my heirs, I want to take them with me, but some of them will be in your bookshelf, and I will take them with me......"

She looked through the door and window to see the bookshelf he had placed next to the table, the rotten wood on it had aged and had been eroded by the last time Xiaoyun appeared, and he also felt that this bookshelf would not last long.

"The bookshelf was originally a small elm. But he couldn't remember where the little elm came from, and it was a small bench where it was, and he pulled out the remaining three legs and placed them at the bottom of his otherwise empty base, lest it fall off if it could not hold up the mass of the tree.

"Elm, this can be good wood. But wet and dry will not be good. ”

The storyteller put aside his mind and went to his room to wait for tomorrow's departure.

And the bamboo mother took a few small bamboos back to the bamboo forest, and left Qingshui City with his heirs.

The storyteller was alone in the same room as Li Shuishan, there was a strange atmosphere here, the long sword in his hand was stained with blood again, but there was a corrosive aura on the blood, and there was a faint green water, when wiped off with a green cloth, it was just a green cloth, and it turned black.

This blood is poisonous.

The storyteller coughed, and a mouthful of bloody phlegm came out of his mouth.

This was the first time Li Shuishan had seen a storyteller with great powers injured, and he didn't see where his injuries were. Li Shuishan asked with concern: "Sir, where is the wound, I'll help you treat it." I've read some medical books. It's just not applied in practice. ”

The storyteller didn't dare to show Li Shuishan, not because he didn't believe it, but because he suffered internal injuries. This is not a scar on the outside, from the inside out, exuding a weak energy, invisible and colorless, but the most deadly.

He watched as the storyteller finished polishing his sword and fell asleep.

Li Shuishan waited for a long time, and waited for a long time. I heard the sound of the watch echoing in the night: the weather is dry, watch out for the candles.

Yao Feng waited in the back room for the storyteller's order and didn't dare to leave the house, and when the silver-gray frost and mist rose, he walked to the door and knocked on the door, but could not hear the answer inside.

"Two gentlemen, prepare the meal, eat and go to sleep. ”

Li Shuishan looked at Yao Feng with kindness, but although he hadn't eaten for a day, he felt sick to his stomach when he thought of the scene of the dead man, and let him in with the food, and said:

"Sir, I'm a little unwell today, I'm afraid I'm sick. ”

"How can you get sick?"

In his mind, the storyteller should be a person with a strong physique. Turning his head, he wanted to see the storyteller's situation. Who knew that the storyteller sat up all of a sudden, and the gray robe on his body swelled, like a breath of energy poured into it, and the whole person of the storyteller was round like a cotton ball.

The strength of this body is like a dragon going out to sea, rolling up a stream of air, paving the surface, and the impact on the two of them is whirring, and the stone bricks under his feet are violently moved, one inch, two inches, three inches...... The robe on his body instantly flattened, revealing his withered body, and as the storyteller exhaled, the whole instantaneous action ended.

The storyteller didn't open his eyes, Li Shuishan's face was blown hot and painful, and the green robe that was close to his body also had scratches similar to thorns, with a roar.

Yao Feng gasped, "Seniors are really not mortals, let me admire." I don't know if Mr. will accept apprentices, this is a great opportunity. ”

Li Shuishan saw that Yao Feng was carried away by a big stinky fart put by this old man, so he wanted to use a wooden stick to beat out his stupid thoughts, so as not to do some childish things, "Mr. won't accept apprentices, don't watch him let out a breath, this means that he is very powerful, in fact, he is a bastard." ”

Yao Feng nodded in surprise, in fact, he didn't believe that this storyteller was a bastard at all, such an old man who had read poetry and books and practiced martial arts, and had extraordinary skills, "I'm waiting for Mr. to wake up, I want to see him teach me some swordsmanship, I don't want to be an ordinary person who can only play swords." ”

Li Shuishan urged him to go back and rest early, saying that the storyteller would rest for a night.

......

A night full of stars.

The small bamboo pole in Li Shuishan's hand was put away by him on the bookshelf and set aside. He was still thinking about how there were not as many stars in the sky today as there were the night before he left Taiping Town. There were a few twinkling stars, gradually drooping with traces of slipping, and he followed this trace, all the way back, and there was a hint of red light in his eyes.

"What do you see?" he pondered, and in the dark night, there was nothing.

He was in his room, facing the position of the storyteller in the next room, feeling a little uncomfortable. He was a little depressed and picked up the storyteller's book. Twist up the first page and look anew.

"A mountain, a look, a withered yellow. Sword Mountain, Swordsman, Battle Yellow Map. ”

He looked at this esoteric book, and the existence of his imprint, but he could not remember what traces he had made.

The book was rolled out by him. At the bottom of the book, there is also a chess diagram full of paintings, and the most marked place on it is the most prominent area, the uplifted terrain on it, the slight waveform, thinking about it carefully, it seems to see weeds overgrown, he patted his brain, there is indeed something he doesn't understand.

"Now it looks really bad to use this as a chess chart. ”

In the cross square, there was also a palm covered with dirty mud, which was the same size as his, but there were also small thumb marks in it, and in reality he was counting the places at that time.

"I forgot. ”

He really couldn't think of the things in it, the book that was opened, there were one or two behind it, and even in the end, there were still remnants in his memory of the storyteller who first said that the forest was reckless, the Hearthstone of Huangshan Mountain, and the flying fish of Sky City, and he felt that what was written in this book was real more than once.

This was sewn up with a needle and thread, and patted a maple leaf inside, this maple leaf seemed to be a certain love token, staring closely at the texture above, and under the light of the lamp, revealing the mystery inside.

There is a delicate picture of a woman holding a jar in her hand, and in his other hand is a stone toad, which he holds in his hand as if it were making a terrifying sound of fright in the air. Behind him was an endless world, and he saw that this woman also had an arm under her hand, which was so thick that Li Shuishan felt that it was not in harmony with her body.

Under the lights.

Inside this leaf is a tiny world. In this world, the woman is constantly moving, and it has become a familiar scene as the texture of the maple leaf keeps changing. A teenager pinching pottery, a teenager with a slight smile saw his muscles and touched his face.

He grew up day by day, and there were more scars on his body, revealing sharp edges.

On the wall of a pool, find a stone of your own and radiate this spark. He slapped the flint, and a raging flame erupted on the ground. More people from the back rushed up, snatched the flint from his hand, and placed it in the most prominent place in the whole tribe. This place is the most transparent place where Li Shuishan's lights shine, like the sunlight exposed on a small hollow.

This sunlight is scattered in every little corner, on the cliffs, on the fluttering fields...... It became a white bloom of light.

He grabbed the stem of the maple leaf and adjusted the direction in the light, and in this world of maple leaves, it became a far smooth reversal of time and space, and the light was reversed, and as the rotation of heaven and earth began to exude different hues, which were refracted by the flint inside, and became an unusual color.

Red-yellow-blue-green-purple......

They bow down under the colors, they worship with respect, with a hint of yearning. In the transformation of the light, the maple leaf burned, and the world he saw gradually collapsed.

Li Shuishan watched the maple leaf in his hand fall to the ground and burn out, "What am I seeing?"

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