This is a small wood, the ground is not overgrown with weeds, and scattered fallen leaves cover the top, making the ground space even tighter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The morning light drilled out through the gaps in the leaves, and the weeds were like seeing an oasis in the desert, desperately trying to squeeze the fallen leaves above their heads and greedily bask in the sun.

"Rustle..."

A breeze blew, and the fallen leaves on the ground in the middle of the woods seemed to be frightened, and they hurriedly moved their butts to the side, revealing the fresh weeds below.

The weed's waist is gently bent down, as if it is doing stretching exercises, moving the lower muscles and bones. In vain, a white mist appeared in the breeze, and this white mist circulated around the weeds, and the originally tender green weeds seemed to be instantly drained of all their vitality, and the whole became gray and dark, and at the same time, there was a thin layer of frost, which adhered to the dead ash grass leaves, appearing stiff and fragile.

"Click"

Finally, a gray-white paw slowly floated down and stepped on the dead ash blade, the cold and stiff blade of grass shattered almost at the touch, broke into the end of the truncated leaf, fell into the weeds and disappeared.

The white bone spirit glanced around, and his thoughts were like a big net, throwing his hand out, expecting the net to go back with a lot of money.

After examining it back and forth three times, Bai Gujing fixed her eyes on the trunk of a plane tree ten meters in front of her, she flew over lightly, and saw spots of blood stains on the trunk, the blood spots had been dried, but a trace of blood still couldn't escape Bai Gujing's keen sense of smell.

After a while, she found another blood spot, but it was on the ground, and there was no trace of it, and no matter how much she tried to probe it, it was useless.

"Hehe... , escaped quite quickly. Worship Buddha, let's meet again!"

The white bone spirit chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes. Then, with a tap of her toes, she turned into a thin powder and rushed into the sky.

However, just as she had left, two women watched all of the Bone Spirit's movements from beginning to end, their manners casual, the dead leaves under their feet making a 'click' sound, and even a younger girl carefully examined the Bone Spirit for a while.

The White Bone Spirit had never noticed this, as if she was in a different time and space from the two women, but they could see themselves, but they couldn't discover each other's existence.

"Miss, what do you mean by worshipping Buddha?" asked the younger woman.

These two women, the younger one looks elf and weird, and the older one looks demure and quiet, but they are the two Situ Qing and Xiao Ling'er that Fan Kang met in Fengyue City.

Situ Qing said, "Okay Ling'er, he is probably about to wake up, let's go take a look!"

The two of them turned and took three steps, and the surrounding woods, weeds, and dead leaves instantly disappeared, replaced by a green meadow, and not far from the meadow there was a small river that flowed down from the rolling mountains in the distance. There is a bamboo hut next to the creek, which is covered with vine grass. There are some flowers and plants planted around the bamboo house, and when you take a deep breath, your entire lung cavity feels sweet.

The mountain, the water, the grass, and the quiet bamboo house all seem extremely peaceful.

In front of the bamboo house, an old man in a green shirt was lying on a bamboo chair, holding a paper fan, humming a little song in his mouth, and his silver-white beard was blown by the breeze from time to time, adding a little sense of air to the place.

"Uncle, how is he? Hasn't he woken up yet?" asked Situ Qing.

The old man opened his eyes, his gaze was soft and kind, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a clear breath, like a small piece of crystal treasure.

"Hehe, that kid's body is extremely badly damaged, but fortunately we rescued him in time. ... It's just that if he wants to wake up, it will take a few hours, and he is too badly injured!"

The old man said again, "Xiao Qing'er, I haven't heard you play a song for a long time..."

Xiao Ling'er said playfully, "Hmph! Grandpa's tunes are fascinating, and I want my young lady to do it for me, ashamed."

The old man was not angry, and said with a smile, "Hahaha... You don't understand this, although the old man and I talk about the piano are good, but compared to Xiao Qing'er, it is still a little less charming, so the old man is still not ugly!"

"Since Uncle wants to hear it, then Qing'er has no choice but to obey!"

Situ Qing helped a jade bracelet on her wrist, and a guqin appeared out of thin air, she sat on the ground, thought a little about her chin, and stroked it with both hands.

......

Fan Kang opened his eyes, and the eyes were a dazzling sunlight, and he raised his right hand to block the light. He felt comfortable now, the soft bed, the warm sun, the faint scent of the incense burner, all of which made him feel comfortable.

But where am I?

A big question mark appeared in Fan Kang's head.

What he saw in front of him was a green bamboo roof, a bamboo table surrounded by bamboo chairs on the left, and the floor was also made of green bamboo, and he could be sure that he was now in a house made of bamboo.

But where am I?

Outside the window, there was a melodious guqin sound, the sound of the piano was gentle and elegant, interspersed back and forth in major and minor keys, showing the skills of the fingers of the piano player. The music is meandering, but it is also agile and elegant, and the sense of ethereal and ethereal arises spontaneously.

Fan Kang listened to the song and noticed a trace of condensation in his divine sense, which made him very surprised.

But where am I?

Fan Kang got up and got out of bed, his original unbearable body was already intact, and he was full of energy, his whole body was relaxed, and when he pushed the door open, a faint fragrance of flowers came to his nose, and suddenly, his spirit was reinvigorated.

He saw an old man and two girls, and he no longer thought about where he was, because Situ Qing of Fuqin completely attracted his attention.

In the breeze, Situ Qing sat on the ground in a blue pleated skirt, and she seemed to play the finishing touch on this grass, and the skirt and green grass set off each other.

Her slender hands are like cheerful elves, beating back and forth on the strings, sometimes plucking, sometimes strumming, sometimes touching, the movements are graceful and gentle, with a little playfulness in them, everything seems extremely smooth.

Seeing this, Fan Kang had an illusion, his eyes became trance-like, time and space seemed to be a little distorted at this time, and another picture was different from the grass, river, and jagged in front of him. On the one hand, there are things in front of you, and on the other hand, high-rise buildings and steel torrents of the 21st century appear out of thin air. There is only one point in the noisy and quiet two different spaces, which is instructive and seems to be in harmony.

Those were two graceful figures.

A tall girl in shorts, a linen shirt and a ponytail in a noisy space. She muttered her mouth, her eyebrows drooped slightly, and her eyes showed a strange glow, which seemed to be a little white. Her cheeks bulged slightly, as if she was sulking, and looking at her made people can't help but want to hold it in her hand and carefully comfort her.

Her name is Si Yamei, a native of Beijing, and she was in the second year of Xiamen University at the time, and Fan Kang also met her in the first grade.

In the quiet space, there is Situ Qing who caresses the piano in front of him.

The two look like they are carved out of a mold, but one is gentle, the other is mischievous, and the only thing they have in common is that they both have a little playful smile on the corner of their mouths.

Seeing this smile, the torrent of steel in the trance disappeared, and the playful smiles on the corners of the two women's mouths gradually merged, and only Situ Qing was left in front of Fan Kang.

She is still playing the piano.

"What are you looking at, stinky boy, haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman play the piano?"

As soon as Fan Kang came back to his senses, he only felt that his ears were pinched by a warm little hand, the roots of his ears seemed to be about to crack, and the ear cartilage was twisted and made a 'gurgle' sound, and a tearing pain came to his heart.

Fan Kang wanted to get rid of this hand, but to no avail of all his efforts, he could only follow the other party's strength.

"Oh yes, it, you tap it, it's about to rip it off. ”

Fan shouted loudly, and the pain not only did not lessen, but worsened.