i am a tree

That fire destroyed everything.

I tried my best to survive in the scorching flames. I gathered all my consciousness into a ball and curled up in the darkest and safest corner.

Consciousness comes and goes, however, it is not completely unaware of everything in the outside world.

When the soft fingertips slid across the stump I was sitting on, I would feel it and tremble slightly.

Lingzhi, who was already on the verge of death, injected a little vitality into it.

Just like all tenacious plants that desperately grow towards the sun, they seize any opportunity and wait for the chance to regenerate.

Unbelievably, or should I say miraculously, gusts of energy poured into my depleted body, and those hungry, sleeping, half-dead cells cheered.

They are busy, and the energy stored in them is finally used.

In addition, the moisture that came from nowhere, I finally broke ground and reborn.

When the first new leaf bloomed, I discovered that the "moisture" pouring on the residual wood was actually the blood dripping from the big tree cutting its own wrist.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at me intently, his long hair flowing down like water, covering half of his face.

"Crack-pump-"

The blood dripped on the newly grown leaves, and my body seemed to have a bottomless pit, absorbing it instantly.

The drops of blood were absorbed by the tiny roots I had just grown, and sent to the new parts of the tree through the sieve tubes in the bark.

I want to curb this greed, but can't.

Biological nature predestined me not to let go of anything that would allow me to survive.

The hand of the big tree, the leaves brushed from time to time, have some warm touch.

It's hard to say how complicated my growing environment is now.

The big tree dug a hole in the ground, carefully filled it with ground rock powder, and transplanted me there.

When I was reborn, I was still not quite sober. I just felt that the place I was in was no longer that forest. When I really regained my sanity and sensed everything in the outside world, I could only marvel. This kind of ghostly place I have survived, is it because my vitality is too tenacious, or is Dashu using a bizarre method?

The cultivation base of the big tree is much better than before.

Although the appearance is still the same as before, the momentum has completely changed.

Even standing silently in a corner exudes an invisible sense of presence that cannot be ignored or underestimated.

Sand and rocks were flying outside, the ground was frozen solid, and even the moon was a little light blue, which made people shiver in the cold.

There is nothing in this place, not to mention trees, not even an insect!

I suddenly saw the man on the opposite side, and felt that I couldn't draw such an arbitrary conclusion. At least, the monk in front of me still existed, and his original form grew not far from me.

It is a native plant, and it is undoubtedly much more dominant than a foreign species like mine.

In order for me to survive, the big tree worked tirelessly every day to send spiritual energy, collected the thin water vapor in the air outside, and dripped it on me little by little.

But even so, in this too harsh environment, I still didn't grow very well, the leaves turned yellow and the stems were thin, just like those drought-stricken plants outside.

In order to prevent the severe temperature difference outside from hurting the newly born young stems and leaves, the big tree made a spiritual shield to protect me firmly inside.

The transparent spiritual power shield, when blown by the wind, will show its shape like a blister, tilted to one side, and the advanced equipment like a filter can still pass through a little bit of wind, blowing my leaves .

However, Dashu forgot one thing.

The tiny roots I had just grown were entangled by the mustard clump not long after.

Most of the plants that can survive in this harsh environment have extremely developed root systems, and this mustard flower is no exception, not to mention that it has transformed into a shape, so its roots secretly pierced the tree's The spiritual shield extended to my side.

At the beginning, it didn't do anything, just dormant quietly, and I didn't take it seriously. After all, there are too many facts like this kind of land competition, and most plants don't want to monopolize a piece of land.

But, soon, I found something was wrong.

This mustard flower seems to have inexplicable plans for me.

His roots quietly wrapped around mine, snatching all the nutrients and water provided by the big tree.

Although I don't want to admit it, in fact, I——can't grab it.

So the two leaves I just grew are getting more and more yellow, and they are about to wither.

The mustard flower is still pretending to be meditating on the opposite side, with a thin and pale appearance, it doesn't look threatening at all, I didn't expect it to be so insidious, and the hateful thing is that I have no strength to fight back.

Occasionally, he would raise his eyes and look at me, his eyes were cold and unwavering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fortunately, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous, for fear of being discovered by the big tree, so everything was going on quietly.

I want Dashu to pay attention to all this.

But maybe because of concern, the big tree looked at the leaf that I had fallen, and was a little at a loss.

He picked up the leaf with his hand, put it in the palm of his hand, and then touched my bare stem.

At this time, he seemed to have made a decision and walked to the entrance of the cave.

A giant tree appeared on the spot. Its roots twisted like sharp knives, breaking through the hard rocks and piercing deeply. The thick tree stretched out from the entrance of the cave.

Half withered, half verdant.

The remains of ancient spirit beasts are around it, and the tree body is looming, dancing wildly in the extreme wind, as if it will be uprooted at any time.

However, none of this happened, and the tree was firmly rooted in the ground.

The tree spirit of the big tree came out and carefully moved me from the ground to the hole in his tree.

Then sat on the trunk.

He took out a few black stones, a surge of spiritual power poured into the big tree, white light flickered, and vainly covered the big tree.

Mustard Flower stood up, perhaps for the first time he saw the original shape of the big tree.

At this time, I watched all this happen with a strange gaze, "Why?" This was the first time I heard him speak, and his voice was like this space, with a sense of desolation and ruthlessness.

Dashu didn't answer him.

I was very happy, because this mustard flower that pitted me in the dark not only failed to steal my nutrients and water, but was also ignored by the big tree as air.

However, what I didn't expect was that it was too early for me to be happy.

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Sometimes, it takes some details to recognize what has changed in everything around.

There is a big tree that cooperates with the astrolabe, and the progress of cultivation is simply jaw-dropping.

As for me, I was encouraged by him and kept instilling spiritual energy, sometimes to the point where I couldn't bear it.

I don't have anything to eat, of course it doesn't feel good to be hungry.

But being fed up with indigestion every day is also a very depressing thing.

But Dashu didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received, and he didn't care whether I had rolled my eyes from choking on him or stuffed something into my mouth forcefully.

If I could move, I would have kicked over the table in front of me long ago, and quit the strike.

But I can't move, I'm just a young sapling that has just grown two leaves, so I can only silently bear the infusion of spiritual energy over and over again.

Sunshine, air, water, these things are continuously transported from the big tree.

Sometimes, this kind of excessive care will inevitably lead to a kind of panic. How can I deserve such wholehearted care?

Being heartless most of the time does not mean that these questions have never been thought of.

I have self-knowledge, and as a tree spirit who can't even change form, saying that the big tree has a plan is really a nonsense that even mustard flowers can't believe.

I can't see through big trees.

This incomprehension tormented me, especially in the current environment, as long as Dashu let go, I would not even have a chance to survive.

Life is in the hands of others, and life and death depend only on the other person's likes and dislikes. This makes me hate it deeply, even the very close big tree is no exception.

I decided to let myself grow up as soon as possible, not to mention a great increase in strength, at least I can protect myself.

Therefore, Dashu's almost crazy behavior made me miserable, but I have no complaints.

Fortunately, although the natural environment of this space is extremely harsh, it is an excellent place for monks.

The almost endless "spirit-like stones" are enough to provide the aura you need for cultivation.

For spiritual practice, this is actually the next best thing to do. There are still some subtle differences between absorbing the spiritual energy of the world from the surroundings and directly absorbing spiritual energy from other channels.

As time passed, I gradually changed from being ignorant and dull when I was just reborn, to becoming sober and flexible.

The range that can be sensed is also increasing.

Under these hard rocks, I also know the "spirit-like" mineral vein that hardly leaks a trace of aura, and the "worms" that accompany this mineral vein.

At first I thought of these light-emitting "bugs" as beings like bats.

But soon, I found that I was wrong, they are more like ants or bees.

Among these "bugs", there is a leader crouching in the dark, directing their every move, and this leader has extremely high intelligence.

I don't know if this leader is like the "Queen Ant", because even if it is a big tree, I have never found it.

This vein is too deep, and these "worms" are too small, and the places they can search are extremely limited.

Canola is very interested in these "bugs".

As a spiritual cultivator, depending on his innate perception and the characteristics of his own species, he will have different preferences for cultivation methods and magic tools.

Mustard Flower may have taken a fancy to the magic weapon in Dashu's hand, so she began to collect the filaments spit out by these "worms".

The problem is that the "worms" will only spin silk when they are disturbed, and once the silk is finished, they will die.

As far as "worms" are concerned, they will not do this unless they have to.

That's why, they will hide, just like a frightened rabbit, only after they can't feel the danger around them, they will slowly poke their heads out.

Between the mustard flower and the "worm", a siege battle started.

At the beginning, the mustard flower was able to trick these "bugs", but after a few times, these "bugs" seemed to have received unified instructions and were no longer fooled.

This annoyed Mustard Flower.

But also helpless.

He can only wait for these "worms" who have healed their scars and forgotten their pain to return to this area. After all, this place has the most abundant "spirit-like" minerals.

In this kind of chasing after me, mustard flower seems to have forgotten the existence of me and the big tree.

Its attention is all focused on coaxing these "bugs", even to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.

Mustard's thin, pale figure walked in and out of the aisle, busy, his ordinary face with faint fanaticism, which made me feel a little awkward and uneasy.

He is like a child who is obsessed with a certain toy. When he likes it, he concentrates on it. When others take it away, he barks his teeth and threatens it. Get involved.

I also found a new gadget.

Right next to the big tree, on top of the mustard clump, a small black spot grew on one of the spines of the ancient spirit beast.

tiny bit.

It was not inconspicuous at all, as if the white jade-like remains had grown naturally under the harsh wind.

But, probably because I was too poor and bored, one day I suddenly saw this little black spot, and when I observed it carefully, I suddenly found that it could move.

It even adjusted the shape of the little black spot mischievously.

For example, from a quadrilateral to a circle abruptly.

From a circle to a zigzag.

Of course, this change is very slow. In a day, maybe only a small sawtooth grows.

I think this thing is not a dead thing, but a living animal or plant, and the animal is more likely.

What exactly is the thing growing from the remains of the ancient spirit beast?

This tiny thing, like a flower bud, is not really a flower.

It is slowly devouring the surrounding remains.

Both the big tree and the mustard flower seemed to be unaware.

I grew another leaf, and I faintly felt that the spiritual energy in the tree was stirring, as if it was about to overflow.

Dashu felt my uneasiness.

I slowed down the speed of sending spiritual energy, but washed my very young saplings with the astrolabe every day.

Gradually, the body of my tree became a little strange, not like an ordinary sapling, but rather like a very lifelike jade carving, the kind soaked in water.

There is a faint aura exuding all over his body.

The aura has even condensed into a white entity visible to the naked eye.

On this day, Mustard Flower came out and sat beside the little white flower, leaning on a bone, "This little tree is about to transform into shape? You are in a hurry."

He said.

I listened, and when I shook it, the leaves rustled.