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In the end, Yuan Xiangdie and Yan Zhenci left the inn together.

Not because of anything else, but because when Yan Zhenci was about to leave, Yuan Xiangdie asked from behind the window on the second floor: "Brother Yan, are you going to the Vientiane Tree?"

A question mark slowly rose in Yan Zhenci's heart. He had just arrived in Tianfang Land, and he still didn't know what the Vientiane Tree was.

Yuan Xiangdie seemed to see through the doubts in Yan Zhenci's heart, and smiled sweetly: "The Vientiane Tree is the place where information is collected and exchanged in the land of heaven and earth. The reason why it is called the Vientiane Tree is because there is a big tree there." Inside, everyone who goes in to exchange information will be guided to different tree holes by the Vientiane tree, allowing you to tell the 'hidden ears' individually what you want to know or want to sell..." She said here, Gradually stopped, when looking at Yan Zhenci from top to bottom, his eyes were bright, and there seemed to be a hint of joking in his eyes, "Brother Yan, did you forget something?"

"What did I forget?" Yan Zhenci asked subconsciously.

"I'm also from Yuan Mansion, so I know a lot of things—" Yuan Xiangdie elongated his voice.

Yan Zhenci really forgot this setting.

At this moment, when he looked at Yuan Xiangdie again, he felt that the expression on his frown and smile was as if Yuan Yinliu was standing in front of him alive, making jokes with him.

It is not difficult to find the Vientiane Tree as the place where information is collected and sold in the Land of Heaven and Earth.

After Yuan Xiangdie and Yan Zhenci came out of the inn, they only asked two passers-by before they came to the Vientiane Tree.

What appeared in front of my eyes was a high invisible roof, and I saw a touch of light purple green covering the sky, covering the original color of the blue sky.The width is even more endless, and one can only vaguely feel that the area is as large as an ordinary county town.

The big tree is vigorous, and there are many tree holes at the root of the tree near the ground. Each tree hole is a door of different sizes. People who come here to inquire about news enter through different tree holes and disappear soon.It is said that the place where the crowd gathers should be very lively, but it is quite strange under the Vientiane Tree. No matter how many people enter, there is no sound coming out of the tree. It was quiet, with only whispers at most, sporadic voices.

"Brother Yan, let's go in from this place!" Yuan Xiangdie pointed to the tree hole facing himself and Yan Zhenci, and said to Yan Zhenci.

Yan Zhenci has no other opinions. Entering with Yuan Xiangdie is a little shorter for him by three points.

The light turns from bright to dark.

Yan Zhenci had paid great attention when he entered the Vientiane Tree, but in the process of bending over and straightening his body, he turned to the direction where the original Xiangdie was, but there was no one around him.

He paused, and a thought flashed in his mind:

The Vientiane Tree is rooted in the heaven and earth, and it really has something extraordinary... Butterflies don't look like they are good at martial arts... Why didn't they pull people back just now?

The passage is deep.

According to the rumors, the Vientiane tree and the Tianzhu grow from the same root, and it is a larger air whisker under the branch of the Tianzhu, which falls to the ground and becomes a tree.

The original Xiangdie walks alone in the long corridor, with jagged left and right sides, all of which are uncarved walls of trees.

But for a while, she had come to the end of this corridor, a room as big as a small hall.

There are not many decorations in the room, only the roots of the trees entwine and protrude on the ground, weaving a small back seat, and there is a wall of green leaves in front of the seat, and the wall is dotted with small yellow and purple flowers, and there is a silver light in the flower , The thing that looks like an ear is exactly the "hidden ear".

Yuan Xiangdie sat down on the armchair, and suddenly there was an invisible wind from left to right, and the wind blew the green leaves and swayed the hidden ears together, and then a voice sounded in the wind: "What do you want to ask here?"

Yuan Xiangdie said: "The realm of the five elements in Tianzhu Yuanjie changes every few years, and declines every few years?"

Yin Er suddenly fell silent.

The left and right wind is still heard but there is no sound.

The boundary of the Tianzhu is the name of the large and small spaces in the Tianzhu by the people of the heavenly place.

The Tianzhu connects the world to the ground, and there is no end to it.In this infinite greatness, there is an infinite image.Everyone who enters the Tianzhu will be like entering the Vientiane Tree. They obviously enter together at the same time and place, but they are often sent to different directions in the Tianzhu. These different places are all water, and some are all soil. This kind of land with all water and all soil is the land of five elements.Naturally, in addition to the land of the five elements, there are many strange predestined worlds in Tianzhu, such as the world of mirror images, such as the world of nothingness, all kinds of magical places, and so on.As early as a long time ago, the people of Youlu affirmed that Tianzhu could lead to other worlds.Only a thousand years ago, the Tianzhu collapsed in the middle, and from then on in the Tianzhu, the other world is really just like a floating shadow, impressive and unapproachable.

"Why..." The voice suddenly sounded, adding three points of confusion, "The guest asked this question?"

Yuan Xiangdie smiled and said: "You people who trade information, do you still have to ask why the customer wants this information?"

Another long silence.

Then the voice reappeared, repeating the old saying: "Can the guest tell us the purpose of asking this question?"

The voice seemed to want to explain something, but before it explained, Yuan Xiangdie had already made a sound.

"Okay." Yuan Xiangdie said casually, "Just as you think, in the Tianzhu, the other realms are other realms, and the realm of the five elements is the realm of the Tianzhu itself. The impact of the decline of the realm of the five elements The decline of the Tianzhu itself also determines the location of the Tianzhu tree."

Obviously it wanted to hear the real purpose of Yuan Xiangdie's question, but when Yuan Xiangdie really said it, his voice was taken aback, and he said in a stuttering voice: "The guest just told us the secret like this? Don't be afraid that we—"

Yuan Xiangdie flicked his fingers lightly, and said with a smile: "Why are you afraid of you? I have said this, can you find Shushi?"

I really can't find it.

Because of this speculation, the interior of the Vientiane tree has also been done, and it took more than 50 years to study one by one, but there was no result.

This was another more lengthy silence than the previous two.Then, the voice suddenly sped up, as if trying to save face as an intelligence organization.

"We can tell the guests about the decline of the Five Elements Realm in detail, and we can also give the guests the information we have collected in recent years to find the heart of the tree. But we have one request. If the guests really find the sky The Heart of the Pillar, please bring it to us to have a look... Please rest assured, we have no covetous heart for the reality of the Tianzhu, even the Vientiane Tree that grows from the same root as the Tianzhu, we have found a unique It belongs to its own control method, and this requirement is just a little yearning for the truth as an intelligence person."

Yuan Xiangdie lazily said: "Yes, I will let the person who travels with me send it over for you to have a look."

A little doubt arose in the voice: sent by the companion?Why not deliver it yourself?

But it wisely didn't say anything more, and only told the other party what Yuan Xiangdie wanted.

On the other side of the tree, Yan Zhenci also came to the tree house through the corridor.

This tree house is not the same as the tree house where Xiangdie lived. There is a clear water puddle, above the water puddle there is a foothold built by lotus, and behind the water puddle is a green field. There is also a small silver ear shining on the green wall, which should be the "hidden ear" that Yuan Xiangdie said.

Yan Piao came to Yin'er lightly, and said to Yin'er, "I'm here to ask about the place where the grass grows."

There was a moment of silence from left to right, and the wind blew again, and the voice hidden in the wind quickly answered the question of Yan Zhenci: "The grass is born in the boundary of Tianzhu Cangxin, and the Vientiane Tree can draw the characteristics of this boundary to you."

Yan Zhenci asked again: "Is there a way to this predestined world?"

The voice simply replied: "None. In the Tianzhu, the borders appear randomly, and the road changes from time to time."

The voice spoke so simply, it probably said everything that could be said...

Yan Zhenci pondered: "Well, I'm inconvenient recently, can I get credit?"

Voice: "..." It replied coldly, "Small business, no credit."

Yan Zhenci sighed: "I am Lord Jingliu of the Sword Palace, why don't you go to the Sword Palace to collect money. The girl walking with me is the descendant of the Yuan Mansion, if you think the Daqing Yuan Mansion is closer to the Sword Palace For a little, you can also go to Daqingyuan Mansion to collect money."

Voice: "The girl walking with you?" It was silent for a while, and probably researched which girl was walking with Yan Zhenci, and after a few breaths, it suddenly became enthusiastic, "It's just a small matter, why should you talk about money, Mr. Jingliu?" We will give Jingliu-jun what Jingliu-jun asked for, and we will also send a message to Jingliu-jun: There is a story about a single grass. Now there is a single grass that has been turned into other medicinal herbs and fell on a street outside the Vientiane tree. No. 18 stalls."

After saying that, the green wall suddenly parted, and a roll of parchment fell out of the wall and landed in front of Yan Zhenci.

Yan Zhenci was impressed by the voice: this face-changing speed is too fast.

He picked up the parchment, glanced at it briefly, put it in his arms, and walked out.

The voice was still chasing after the words and words behind him, full of smiles and hospitality: "Guests, go slowly, welcome guests to come again, guests must remember to come again!"

Yan Zhenci walked two steps, turned around suddenly, and asked again: "By the way, I still want to ask, the girl who came in with me, what did she say to you that made you so enthusiastic?"

sound:"……"

In less than a quarter of an hour, words and pillow words reappeared outside the Vientiane tree.

Thick shade still shrouds the top of the head, and the sun occasionally passes through the dense gaps in the trees and falls on the ground like broken gold.

Yan Zhenci walked slowly on the street.

The No. 18 stalls on the first street outside Vientiane Tree are not far away, and you can arrive in a blink of an eye.

Qiong Cao was lying on the hawker's stall, while Yuan Xiangdie was standing in front of another stall two steps in front of him, carefully looking at the things on the stall, but he didn't notice the words coming.

The words and pillow words picked up the weeds.After this weed was mature, it met a poisonous weed, which is still precious, but the whole body of this poisonous weed is so dark that the white spots of the weed are particularly conspicuous, so it is very unmarketable, and has been on the peddler's stall for a long time.

After several days of hard work, someone finally picked up the chrysanthemum, and the peddler immediately said, "Is the guest interested in this herb? It is not a real black bud grass, but a kind of chrysanthemum called chrysanthemum, which can imitate the form of other herbs. Grass. Speaking of solitary grass, it has a very poignant legend—”

Yan Zhenci discovered that what Yuan Xiangdie was staring at was a wooden cloud-headed hairpin on the stall.

Looks like she kinda likes that.

Yan Zhenci touched his sleeves, feeling a sense of shame in his sleeves.

He looked left and right again, and found that two steps away from this street, there was a burly man rushing left and right among the crowd, stealing things quietly.

Yan Zhenci rubbed his nose, took two steps forward, and met the burly man.

The two passed by.

The words were like a sword, and the sword energy flashed at the fingertips, cutting through the belt of the big man before the toxins in his body were affected. Only a few crisp sounds were heard, and countless money bags fell to the ground, attracting everyone around to turn around and look at it together. , and then the faces of countless people changed: "My wallet——"

At this time, Yan Zhenci had already left the crowd with the money bag belonging to the big man.

He walked up to Yuan Xiangdie: "Like this?"

Yuan Xiangdie was in a dilemma: "It's pretty, but..."

Yan Zhenci silently took out his wallet and bought things for Yuan Xiangdie.

While buying it, he said to himself: This is the same as Yinliu paid me duck neck money in the past.

He didn't know why he had to say this to himself in his heart.

Yuan Xiangdie looked at Yan Zhenci's movements in surprise, and her surprise lasted for a while, which made Yan Zhenci feel a little uncomfortable.

Then Yuan Xiangdie picked up the hairpin, took two steps back, and waved at Yan Zhenci: "Brother Yan."

Words: "?"

The other party was shorter than himself, he leaned over: "Why?"

That's it.

Yuan Xiangdie held the hairpin in his hand, stood on tiptoe, and inserted the hairpin into the hairpin of Yanzhenci.

The two were very close, the faint fragrance suddenly attacked Yan Zhenci's heart, and at the same time, a touch of softness that he had never felt before touched and disappeared on his cheek.

Yuan Xiangdie's laughter was soft and small, like a butterfly cuddling to her ears, flapping her wings lightly: "My silly brother, this is a hairpin for men..."

After saying a word, she suddenly turned around, scrambled to the stall where Yan Zhenci had stayed, picked up the weed under the ambiguous and envious eyes of the peddler, tilted her head and asked:

"That poignant legend, what legend is it?"