Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 608

One year, or ten years.

In fact, Xu Guangling was not made to wait so long.

Changes, in less than a week, a series of changes that are extremely obvious to Xu Guangling have occurred.

The first is the change of the atmosphere of the earth, mountains and rivers and the atmosphere of vegetation.

This area has completely "blown up", and all the vitality and spiritual energy have been mobilized to participate in the slow operation centered on Wuming Mountain.Standing on the top of the mountain, Xu Guangling could see without looking, um, that very obvious adsorption and rotation like the center of the Milky Way.

It's just spinning, not billions of stars, but the vitality and aura that spread all over this area.

In other words, it can also be said that everything in this area is wrapped by this rotation.

The grass and trees are among them.

The degree of interaction between vegetation, vitality, and aura is very deep, far surpassing that of animals and even human beings.

As the "spirit of all things", human beings are actually slow to respond to these two types of fog that are obviously very beneficial. The reason for this is not clear to Xu Guangling until now. A transparent baby is no match for grass and trees.

Of course, they are stronger than adults.

Under the action of the two kinds of fog, all the plants and trees in the nameless mountain, in the mountain, and outside the mountain within the rotating range of the fog are under the effect of the rotating fog, and the phenomenon of "fanxiu" appears.

A simple fan show is nothing, after all, it is summer, and it is already full of greenery.

However, many mountain flowers bloomed!
Even though the peach blossoms in Fangfei Jinshan Temple begin to bloom in April in the world, but at this moment, it is August in the Gregorian calendar and June and July in the lunar calendar!April and May have long passed.

Even if there are still flowers in bloom, they are very few species.

Generally speaking, if you look around, there are only a few yellow, white, red and purple, with very few embellishments, and more, it is still a piece of dark green, and there is even very little light green.

But now...

The flowers that were supposed to bloom in January, bloomed!
The flowers that were supposed to bloom in February, bloomed!
The flowers that should bloom in March are blooming!
……

Wild peach blossoms and wild chrysanthemums compete for beauty, winter plums compete with autumn osmanthus.Roses, daffodils, roses, lilacs, and all kinds of famous and unknown tree flowers, vine flowers, and grass flowers, all bloomed in nests and clumps.

In the first few days, there was only one place here and one there. This kind of situation also occurs in the mountains under normal circumstances. Although it is rare, it is not surprising, because the geographical and small environmental conditions in the mountains are complex and different. So even if it is the same kind of plant, its "biological clock" is not consistent.

As far as flowering and fruiting are concerned, there are ten days and a half months in the morning, or one month and two months in the evening.

But now, the situation is completely different.

Spring flowers bloomed, summer flowers bloomed, autumn flowers bloomed, winter flowers bloomed, the flowers that were supposed to bloom in different spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons, unexpectedly all got some mysterious instructions to gather together and bloom!
And it is so open, so gorgeous, so vigorous, so colorful!

The whole mountain looks like a huge splash-ink painting with thick ink and heavy colors, yes, "splash"!Probably only this word can slightly describe the gorgeous colors in the mountains and fields at this moment.

Colorful horizontal fields, all kinds of fragrance fill the sky.

And these colors, and the fragrances emitted by various flowers, attracted various insects and animals without accident.

Butterflies are flying all over the sky, wild bees and bees are buzzing.

Not just in the nameless mountains, but throughout the surrounding tens or even hundreds of miles!Even, it is not only the mountains, but also extends beyond the mountains, the human settlements, there are villages, towns, and cities.

Wang Changfa is a villager in Xiaowang Village.

At the head of their village, there is a small mountain, which is not high, and the mountain people have no concept of altitude, but their ancestors have called it "ankle mountain", which means that the height of this mountain is only up to the ankle.

Of course, the facts are more than that, but its height can be imagined.

There are not many special products in the hills, just some moso bamboo, thatch firewood, reeds that rely on water, and some walnuts and hazel trees that do not rely on water. Every year, wild walnuts and hazelnuts are dropped all over the ground and no one picks them up.

However, there are many bamboos in the mountains, and the taste of the bamboo shoots is quite good. The villagers call them sweet bamboo shoots, and some also call them sweet water bamboo shoots.

These are all public property, or unowned property, and each villager can cut and dig them as needed, but in fact, most of the sweet bamboo shoots that taste good are mostly wasted.

Some have grown into bamboos, and some have been dug by villagers to stew in big pots and fed to pigs or chopped up and fed to chickens and ducks.

There are really not many people who are serious about being eaten.

The taste of the bamboo shoots is good, but they are "cutting people". If they are fried with oil, they will consume too much oil. If they are stewed with pork belly, they will also cost money and effort.As time goes by, the villagers don't bother to clean it up. It's not uncommon. For a family, it's often the season for bamboo shoots, and they only eat it once in ten and a half months.

Most of the time, I only eat it two or three times a year.

Wang Changfa's family has four big pigs. After breakfast this morning, he went to the mountain to hunt pigweed as usual, and he also dug some bamboo shoots. At this time, the bamboo shoots were not yet in season, not too many, but they were quite tender. Pigweed Mixed with bamboo shoots, the pig tastes more appetizing.

With a big bamboo basket on his back, a sickle and a small shovel were placed in the basket, Wang Changfa was a little dazed when he arrived at the mountain pass just after leaving the village.

It always feels like something is wrong.

But he was stunned for a long time, and even turned around to look around, but he didn't find anything wrong.

He was a rough guy at first, but Wang Changfa just muttered a phrase in his mouth that he didn't know what it meant, and went into the mountain as usual.

Just before him stopped and looked around, a small white flower was lying in the grass, blooming silently.

Then, to the east, to the south, to the west, to the north, or to the head of the village, to the mountain pass, to the small river, to the highland, in all directions, under the roots of trees, in the grass, by the small river, on the ridges of the fields, it cannot be called dense , but there are always small white flowers, or small yellow flowers here and there, popping up at one end and two ends.

Wang Changfa didn't notice this phenomenon when he was at the mountain pass, or rather, he found it, but he didn't notice it.

However, when he walked along the mountain path to the hill, he stopped after walking a few steps, and then frowned.

This time, he found something wrong!
What he is walking now is the path stepped on by him and other villagers, or their ancestors for generations. There are grasses and trees on the side of the path, and most of them are wool grass.Sometimes the grass protrudes obliquely somewhere and occupies the road. When they pass by, they will clean it up.

This is not the case much.

But now, what's going on here?

Wang Changfa frowned deeply like a ghost. He remembered that he just came back from this trail last night?
He also cleared a hair weed that was sticking out slightly.

But now, what are the one, two, three, four, five places that extend from his feet all the way forward... at least a dozen grasses protruding obliquely and blocking the path at a glance, what are they? ghost?

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(End of this chapter)