i am a tree

After raging for a day and a night, the group of locust-like intruders finally left this vast forest.

The forest regained its calm, and the clear sunlight penetrated down, gently comforting all living beings.

It's quiet around.

There is only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the "pop" sound of the fruits on the tree falling to the ground.

The little fox was also bewitched, and finally walked out of the cave carefully, and spread out his limbs on the small piece of intact grass next to him, basking in the sun.

The gorgeous piranha was in full bloom, as if a flower had been embroidered on this verdant ground with red silk thread, so lifelike that even the dewdrops on the petals were not missed.

A few ants lined up along the stem of the piranha to climb to its flower. When they were about to reach their destination, the piranha shook and the ants fell down.

I am practicing seriously.

Rotating with the astrolabe, with it as the center, a small demon pill the size of a lotus seed is slowly forming.

Gray birds occasionally fly over with flapping wings, jumping around on the rich grass and pecking at the blades of grass.

From his conversation with the piranha, I know that those intruders will gather here every ten or twenty years, beheading and plundering the spiritual creatures in the forest.

Over time, the spirit creatures in this forest also came to some rules, and at this time, they will unite to deal with these evil cultivators.

Long days are boring.

The piranhas that don't require penance, fight flowers and grass to tease ants, and by the way, tease little foxes.

After getting along for a long time, the little fox gradually became less afraid of piranhas, and sometimes dared to run around here and there, rolling into a ball and playing.

Although there is the astrolabe here, the little fox's cultivation has not improved at all.

Its mind is too complicated, and its attention is easily distracted. In addition, over the years, even natural enemies can be dealt with calmly, and it has no ambition at all.

Every day except eating and sleeping, playing and messing around, and rolling around like a baby, I don't do anything else.

Sometimes I feel that it is very good like this, but sometimes I have a feeling of seeing my own children do not live up to expectations and hating iron for being weak.

One day, the little fox was bullied by the piranha again, and ran back to hug my tree trunk, looking at the piranha swaying three times with his wet black eyes.

As soon as the cannibal flower stretched out its hand, it lifted the little fox by its ears into the air, swayed it left and right, made the little fox dizzy, and turned back to stare at me eagerly.

The piranha followed the little fox's line of sight, "Tsk, so you want to find this little tree as a backing?" He shook the little fox in his hand again, "It's not promising."

I shook my tree trunk, the leaves rustled, and I was a little injured, although I can't even transform myself, it's a bit hard to be a backer.

After this incident, I decided that not only should I practice hard, but even the little fox should not let it go on like this.

Made up my mind.

That night, when the little fox got tired of playing and went into the cave to hold my tree root and planned to sleep, I used the astrolabe to quietly move my other tree roots.

the next day.

The little fox woke up, let go of its claws, and excitedly wanted to run out, but bumped its head against a tree root and fell.

The cave dug by the little fox became more and more twists and turns as it went in. The passage of the cave was very narrow, just enough for it to enter and exit, but now it was tightly blocked by a tree root.

The little fox walked around the root, whining, obviously not understanding what was going on.

This passage happened to be built between those two stones, and there were stones all over the top, bottom, left, and right. It was extremely difficult to dig another path, so it had no choice but to lie back to the root of the tree in frustration.

In this closed small space, it is filled with an extremely astonishing concentration of aura.

The little fox, who was a little anxious at first, was attracted by this aura, and gradually became peaceful and serene.

It embraces its originality and defends its shortcomings, and begins to absorb the surrounding aura seriously.

It's not a plant after all, so I didn't get too attached to it.

Remove the roots every few days so that it can play wildly outside for a while.

In fact, I also thought that the little fox might not be able to stand this kind of penance life, and would never return, but when it was time to come back, its brown-red figure would still appear.

My body like a stove was tightly pressed against my tree roots, and I slept soundly.

Today, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

The piranha turned into a human form, and the little fox ran past him. He grabbed the little fox by the tail and lifted it upside down, "The old demon is going to a party today, so let's bring you along."

The little fox struggled hard and squeaked, looking very unhappy.

Cannibal Hua rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and covered my tree body, "Take it with me, are you happy?"

The flying bird circling next to it fell down and turned into the gray-clothed man. He frowned and looked at the piranha, "This tree hasn't formed yet, so it's not appropriate to move around like this."

"I have my own way." Piranha waved her hand indifferently and walked forward.

I've also heard about the gathering of old demons he mentioned.

Of course, it was mainly said by the cannibal flower who loves to gossip by nature.

It is nothing more than a gathering of monks who have reached a certain level of cultivation in this forest. First, everyone exchanges their cultivation experience with each other, second, they exchange information, and see if others have what they need. Just after a catastrophe, everyone also needs to see what losses there are, and think about how to deal with it next time.

Putting these three major events together, it is of course necessary to hold a meeting and have a meal.

Whether it is spiritual cultivation or demon cultivation, they all pay attention to single-mindedness in cultivation, not to be moved by any external objects, and to pay attention to the original heart. This is also destined. They will not be too familiar with each other, and they will have a better relationship. It is also a year and a half to communicate or meet in person.

Things like piranhas and gray birds are already anomalous.

The party is a mountain that is separated by an unknown distance.

Someone opened a cave, the inside is very spacious, it is estimated that the mountainside has been hollowed out.

Although the inside has undergone simple repairs and decorations, in general, the natural flavor prevails.

All kinds of plants in the cave are creeping and climbing, and the owner allows them to grow freely without restraint or pruning, but when they are about to fill up the cave, they are carefully moved to the side or outside the cave with their roots , In addition, there are many small animals running around in the cave, and some even occupy the aisle and are sleeping soundly.

Strange to say, although there are so many outsiders in the cave, it is not messy at all. Presumably, the owner used some magic spells when opening the cave. The cave is dry and warm, with lush vegetation and occasional birdsong and beasts , there is a breeze in the air, bringing the fragrance of vegetation, it really looks like a fairy mansion.

The monks who had arrived gathered together in twos and threes to talk, some just sat on the ground, some used tree roots as stools, some changed into stone tables and benches, and some were more humane, and they even got extremely exquisite carvings. Rosewood Chair.

When the piranha appeared at the gate, I felt something was wrong.

Everyone thought that the piranha was like air, everyone ignored his existence, and the piranha didn't take it seriously, walked to the center of the hall, found a chair, sat down and closed his eyes to rest.