i am a tree

The surrounding vegetation is automatic without wind, and the grass leaves rustle.

Even the bright moon in the sky seemed dimmed.

Big Tree looked up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking. There was a faint white light on his fingertips, and the stars surrounded his fingers. It looked like a scene that would only appear in a dream.

The man in black stood not far away, with a very cold face, exuding a strong sense of presence, like a beast, his eyes follow you, as long as you make any moves or flaws, he will immediately Jump up and kill you to the ground.

Nanmu was very nervous.

Because I can even feel the roots of his body Phoebe moving rapidly in the ground, while the trunks, branches and leaves above the ground are completely motionless, forming a sharp contrast with the rustling vegetation around.

Both are looking for opportunities to attack each other.

The man in black cast his eyes on the big tree, "Oh, I found a similar kind, but what do you think this newly formed tree spirit will do?"

Nanmu curled his lips, "It's none of your business, can't I care about the younger generation when I'm idle?"

"Hmph, Nanmu, others don't know about you, but I don't know about you? It's too late for you. Even if you're a spiritual practitioner, you're still a different kind of spiritual practitioner." The man in black said disdainfully.

Nanmu jumped up, "Don't fucking talk nonsense, I'm more greedy, but I'm also principled, this tree spirit helped me, it's nothing if I give some benefits."

Just as he was jumping, a thick tree root came out from under the black-clothed man's feet and stabbed at him.

The man in black was so caught off guard that he almost suffered a dark loss, and hid to the side in some embarrassment.

He looked angrily at the cunning nanmu in front of him.

The two immediately joined hands.

The man in black was obviously superior, and quickly suppressed Nanmu's offensive. The two of them made strange moves, making explosions from time to time, flying sand and rocks, making some strange gestures in their hands, and chanting incomprehensible spells. The tactic, various spells and instruments collided in the sky, exploding brilliant light, if you just hid and admired it from a distance, you would think that these lights are quite beautiful.

But if you're next to it, it's not so good.

The city gate caught fire and affected the pond fish.

When the two fight, not only will they fight to the death, but the flowers, plants and trees next to them will also be doomed.

The moment they started fighting, the big tree walked towards me, and his hands moved slightly, and a faint white light curtain surrounded him and me.

When the soft light curtain is affected by the fight between those two people, it will slowly ripple like water thrown into a stone, and then you can obviously feel that the light curtain is a little thinner. After several times, I I found that not only the light curtain, but also the translucent body of the big tree became lighter and lighter. Gradually, you can clearly see everything on the opposite side through its body.

I am anxious.

The big tree stood stubbornly here, and he didn't even care about his own tree body. The severed branches fell from above, fell on the light curtain, and then slid along the circular light curtain to the ground.

I looked at those broken branches and fallen leaves, and felt a little sad.

After finally surviving from the lightning strike, but suffering this catastrophe, even a tree that can only passively bear all this will feel unwilling.

Those two people flew into the air, and the nanmu that had taken root here was also uprooted and disappeared, leaving only a big pothole in place, as if grinning at something.

In the pond not far away, the only few daffodils in the clump of narcissus were also knocked off the branches, and fell on the muddy ground nearby and in the muddy pond. The narcissus bushes were shaking slowly, as if Complain about this innocent disaster.

The figure of the big tree was almost transparent, he stood there as if there was nothing there, looked up at the two people who were still fighting in the sky, and did not walk back to the heavily injured tree body.

At this time, the fight finally came to an end.

Nanmu fell from the sky and landed on the ground. He was tightly bound by a rope and seemed unconscious.

The man in black flew down, and with a wave of his hand, Nanmu floated up and disappeared into his sleeve.

After finishing all this, he turned around and looked at the big tree.

I was very nervous, facing the wind, the leaves shook without listening, as if reminding the big tree.

The big tree stood in front of me without dodging or avoiding.

The man in black snorted coldly, and a ray of light directly hit the body of the big tree, and the trunk of the big tree shook violently.

Then, the man in black disappeared on the spot.

After waiting for a while, Dashu wandered back to Dashu.

I watched his transparent figure disappear into the tree.

The next day, the big tree did not come out to collect dew, nor did it collect the essence of the sun and the moon.

On the third day, the big tree still didn't come out.

On the fourth day, the big tree still stood there motionless, just like before.

However, on the fifth day, I finally knew what the man in black had done to the tree.

The big tree, which is full of vitality and full of green leaves, also began to wither, the leaves slowly turned yellow, and then fell down one by one, just like those maple trees that have gone through autumn frost, the ground is all withered and yellow The leaves, layer by layer, were rolled up by the wind, and a few fell into the nearby pond, causing a little ripple.

After that, the branches of the big tree also began to dry up.

Later, the whole tree is no longer different.

Just like those trees in the drought, all withered.

Even the trunk where I took root has lost its vitality, just like other parts, slowly dying.

The death of a tree, unlike the death of a human being, is an instant thing. It will go through a long death process. If you have the heart, you can see how it all happens.

My branches and leaves are still swaying in the wind, I still continue the photosynthesis of making food every day, and I still work hard to grow my roots to the earth.

Then, there is no big tree, no branches and leaves whirling above my head, no one pampering me to absorb the nutrients in the trunk, no one gently pouring dew for me, no translucent fingers caressing my branches and leaves .

I am a little lonely.

However, time will not stop because of my loneliness, I still move forward in a hurry, but in the days when there are no big trees, the pace of time seems to slow down a lot.

The big trees that have completely withered leave only bare trunks, and perhaps in the near future, even these trunks will be corroded by wind and rain.

The gray bird's nest, which was originally covered by the thick leaves, was also exposed. It jumped up and down on the trunk of the big tree, pecked at the trunk of the big tree with its red and tender beak, and kept "beeping" It's coming, it's a bit annoying.

I don't know if it's because the "beep" sound made me a little irritable, or because it was pecking at the trunk of a big tree.

However, looking at its clever black eyes, I felt that I was venting my anger.

After a long time, perhaps the gray bird finally accepted the fact that the big tree where it built its nest had withered, but it did not abandon the nest, but continued to live here.

Every day when there is a strong wind, you can see the bird's nest among a few dead branches, torn by the branches, as if it is going to be torn apart.

However, this fear was never realized, and the nest was firmly established there.

The narcissus cluster by the pond bloomed two more white flowers, standing pretty on the stem.

I don't know when, the rainy and humid summer has passed, and the golden autumn is coming.

The autumn wind brought the breath of ripe fruit, but the trees in this forest did not change significantly.

One night, I was in a daze.

I used to think that plants don't need to sleep, and they don't know how to sleep. In fact, this is not quite correct. Plants can also sleep. At this time of day, they will be slightly different from usual. For example, when a dandelion sleeps, all the petals They all stand up and close up, while the carrot flowers hang down, sickly, as if they have been sunburned. There is also a kind of plant, because every day when the sun rises, it blooms, and when the sun sets, the petals close again. Get up, and be called "Water Lily" by people.

But the sleep of plants is still very different from that of humans.

Therefore, if we compare plants with the sleep state of humans, there will always be various mistakes.

The narcissus bush was sleeping too.

The petals of the two daffodils rolled up quietly towards the center of the flower.

At midnight, the moonlight is like water, like a layer of autumn frost on everything.

I saw that the petals of the daffodils that had fallen asleep slowly opened, little by little, slowly, shyly, but they all opened when the moon was full and in the sky.

Night Breeze also brought some faint fragrance, which was very charming.

Then, on its light yellow flower center, a white light ball slowly floated out, and when the light finally subsided, a small flower spirit the size of a thumb was lying on the flower center.

He rubbed his eyes, stood up, looked around blankly, and then flew into the air, stumbling and flying around beside the clump of daffodils. After a long time, he probably finally knew how to control himself body, I saw it flying towards me.

Although it is small, its facial features are clearly discernible, even the fingernails on the fingertips are well-defined. Judging by his clothes, it should be a little male flower spirit.

It stopped on my leaves, raised its head, and looked at the withered tree.

The flower spirit of this clump of daffodils is very ignorant, it looks like the elves in those fantasy movies.

It would stumble and fly to me every night, flying up and down around me, never getting tired, and when it was dawn, it would fly back to the flowers quietly and sleep peacefully.

Its strange attention to the big tree caught my attention, but this kind of attention did not bring any vitality to the big tree.

This little flower spirit who has just been born may just have some inexplicable feelings for the neighbor who has been with him for a long time, and it is not consciously approaching the big tree.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the drizzle brings fallen leaves. Every rain adds a layer of autumn.

The ancients said: "When the leaves fall, you know autumn". Originally, the melancholy things like falling leaves have some poetic flavor. However, this is just human beings' self-righteousness. Better to survive in winter.

In the cold winter, not only the sunshine time is greatly shortened, but also the water and nutrients in the soil are much less. In this case, the extra leaves are shed, just because the leaves are the most easily consumed. The part of the nutrient stored by the plant, and in winter, most of the leaves cannot withstand the harsh weather of low temperature.

Just like people's fingers and ears will be frostbitten, leaves also have a tolerance for temperature. If it is too high or too low, it will cause adverse reactions.

My leaves also fell slowly with the autumn wind, and finally, they became bare, leaving only a trunk that could be easily broken by a child of a few years old.

It looks like this, but it is similar to the big tree next to it, except that my tree belt is full of vivid greenery, which is completely different from the dry branches of the big tree.

It's been a long winter for me.

It was so long that I thought that I might not be able to bear this kind of too lonely days and gradually self-destruct, but I survived in the end.

I don't know what supports it, maybe it's because there are only suicidal humans, not suicidal plants.

When I was extremely bored, I remembered some methods of how to cultivate that Nanmu said, and began to slowly try to practice according to the methods he said.

All living beings with spiritual intelligence can cultivate, but different types of beings have their own different cultivation methods and cultivation paths.

However, in the bottom of my heart, there is still a vague idea.

That is to save the big tree.

A big tree is a plant with extremely tenacious vitality. Its roots are buried deep in the earth. As long as one root is still alive, it may break through the ground and regenerate. I want to work hard to make this happen. Sexuality has become stronger. According to Nanmu, as long as the mana obtained through cultivation is high enough, it is almost omnipotent.

At my tree age, not to mention cultivation, it is impossible to produce spiritual wisdom. All trees that have produced spiritual wisdom have survived for hundreds or thousands of years without exception.

These plants grow in the heaven and the earth, are favored by them, and born out of the womb, they naturally master some of the simplest cultivation methods, just like a newborn baby will instinctively look for the mother's milk.

But I skipped this process, and for some unknown reason a little bit of soul was attached to this tree seed, so I didn't know how to cultivate at all.

Even if I got some training tips from Nanmu, I was still at a loss. I didn’t understand after listening to it, and I didn’t know how to start. But now, the withered branch of the big tree is next to me, and the root that I took root The dead branches gradually turned into decay. I started to try, but failed again and again, and it still had no effect at all by introducing air into the body.

Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles, this sentence sounds bold and unrestrained, but it is painful to do it.

I could only hold on with the little thought in my heart until I saw a ray of morning light break through the darkness on the eve of dawn.