Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

"All in all, the gains from this trip outweigh the losses. I have collected the relevant information in this pile of scrolls, and we can discuss it later..."

Senshou Zhujian's expression gradually became serious, and he leaned forward involuntarily, digesting the huge amount of information brought back by his younger brother.

After a while, he said thoughtfully: "It's not good..."

"So..." Qianshou Fei, who was sorting and stacking a considerable number of scrolls, was stunned, and subconsciously said, "What's wrong?"

"I mean our Huahua," Senju Zhuma maintained a deep thinking posture, muttering to himself, "What you said is advanced enough for us, but obviously not for her."

"I thought you found out when we parted last time?" Qianshou Feijian simply put down the things in his hands, "What kind of world do you think can make that black energy insulator give up the perfect opportunity to hide, regardless of rush through everything?"

"The temptation of big enough interests——" Konoha's leader blurted out subconsciously, and then panicked, "Could it be?"

"Yes," Konoha's second-in-command was obviously calmer, "Her world is obviously higher-dimensional and more energy-rich, and it is naturally an irresistible temptation."

Qianshou Feijian turned around and accurately opened the door of the cabinet dedicated to storing another type of information, unfolded another closed scroll, and analyzed it in detail:

"According to common sense, the worlds on both sides must have no chance of intersecting." He pointed to the two parallel lines on the cover.

"There is no doubt that her roots are deeply rooted in the world over there, but on the other hand, her connection with this side does exist. The reason for the current situation can only be that after part of the blood in her body was awakened, it came from both sides. The tug-of-war of the world."

Senju Zhuma, who had understood and thought about it so far, subconsciously asked, "Which side won?"

Then the next second, he saw his younger brother glance at him like a fool.

"You see that girl's face is full of urgency to go home, what do you think?"

Senshou Zhujian silently shut up, and stretched out his hand to signal you to continue.

Qianshou's forehead twitched habitually, and continued: "The other side is unwilling to let people go, and this side is unwilling to give up. In addition, the dimensions of the world are different. I think this side is probably taking advantage of people's sleep to relax their vigilance. It's time to bring her here."

"It's equivalent to the main body is still sleeping, the consciousness has transformed into a form, and has fallen into the world." Qianshou Zhujian realized something was wrong, "The influence of consciousness on the main body..."

"Yes," nodded affirmatively, "otherwise her injury cannot be explained."

"According to her temperament, she won't stop traveling until her heart problem is solved, but the problem lies here," Qian Shou Fanjian spread her hands, showing her brother, who was also aware of the problem, so dim that there were almost no traces. Flying Thunder God's imprint, "Flying Thunder God is temporarily unable to support the upgrade of the dimension."

"—it's about to fail."

"Hmm... Feijian," Senshou Bashirama had already gotten very close without knowing it, and he carefully scrutinized his younger brother's expression, "What else happened when you went this time?"

"?"

"I've been wanting to say since you stepped out of the space gate——"

"You're wrong."

----

blue sea, blue sky.

I stood on the deck, facing the sea breeze, watching the pier gradually appearing on the sea level.

"Aren't you saying goodbye to them?" asked a voice from behind.

I smiled and shook my head: "No, this farewell, I don't know if we can meet again in the future, let them think that I went home from the sea."

Only by keeping this care and regret, will it be possible to come back in the future.

"..." The voice was silent for a while, and then changed the subject abruptly, "The things you sent earlier, and the tiny amount of spiritual power attached to them have already received feedback."

"All?" I was a little surprised.

Although the world consciousness is more tolerant to me after eradicating all the ghosts, but the previous record of trying to meddle in history is still there. How can it be so generous?

"Throwing away 'accidents' such as water, insects, and fire," the voice gradually became irritable, and it was obvious that the paperwork was very unfriendly to this fighting fanatic. "Only [-]% of them can be delivered smoothly."

"Which [-]%?" I tried to recall the massive packages sent in batches, but too many were sent, and the memory was fruitless.

"The most obscure one you wrote is also the one with the thickest spiritual power you let me attach to it." The sound of the cloak being blown by the sea breeze was accompanied by a triumphant smile, "Even if 'it' finds out later, the one attached to it The spiritual power can ensure that no one will be injured."

"……Wow!"

"It would be more natural if the expression was more surprised," he laughed and teased, "Please save some face for the 'it' who is so angry that it still can't catch you."

"Before you talk about me, you should hold back your smile, Yan Rong." I happily jumped onto the railing, opened my arms, and laughed against the sea breeze, "Let's not talk about anyone—"

Limit my words, restrict my actions, and delay my time, but so what!

"Even if the door is closed and the window is welded to death, I will still dig a hole with my own power!"

"Then the hole you made is really not small," the orange-haired Sword Fusangshen stood guard behind me, "My lord."

"Look at that wharf." I didn't look back, but just pointed ahead, "That's Wusongkou."

A hundred years ago, the motherland of another world slowly showed her appearance to me.

When the red sun rises, its path is bright, and the river flows out, pouring down into the ocean.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a potential dragon soaring into the abyss, scales and claws flying like a tiger roaring in the valley, all beasts panic and eagles try their wings!

----

"Hey, Brother Zhongfu, the letter from your pen friend is really interesting, full of appreciation of ancient poems."

"It's new and strange, nothing else. It focuses on the heavenly stems and earthly branches. There are about twenty of them in this "Difficult Road to Shu" alone." The speaker smiled and pulled out a page from the tall stack of papers.

"Haha, I will," another voice outside laughed. "Hey, the danger is high!"

"Let me see...Erwuzi Dingsi Renzi Dingwei?" The person next to him approached curiously and recited a line of commentary aloud.

In the joyful room, the man called "Brother Zhongfu" shook his head with a smile, and unfolded the letter that was said to have been sent through untold hardships.

【Sincerely, Mr.】

The characters are written with a pen, straight and tangible, and the font is Chinese characters with simpler strokes. Although I have never seen it before, it does not affect it.

Not far away, the voices of like-minded people are still coming.

"Cancong and yufu, how at a loss was the founding of the country." A voice recited loudly, shaking his head.

[The prosperous age is about to fall, the abyss is on the side, but...]

"It's like a code. It's interesting. What kind of code can only be understood by our countrymen..." Another person approached, holding his chin and talking to himself.

"I see!" The person sitting at the desk a little further away clapped his hands and joined the topic, "Oh, our old almanac!"

"Quick, quick, take it out."

"Hehe, is it really a secret code? That girl is hiding it, what is she trying to do?"

【...The world trend is vast, if you want to restore China's former glory, you have to go through dangers and make ten decisions,】

"Don't talk nonsense, watch first."

"One Jiazi in 60 years, this is a two, so let's exclude the most recent one... Just kidding, it will be a hundred years later, right?"

【...100 years later, time will prove that your point of view is correct, and the path you chose has not been let down. 】

"I really don't believe it, otherwise you see, the year of Wuzi, the month of Dingsi, the day of Renzi, and the time of Ding Wei. Isn't it the same as the Gregorian calendar..."

"Hey, I don't need any old almanac, let me tell you, after 92 years!"

"No, do you really think...that pen pal who gave us decisive guidance would write whatever he put in so much effort?"

[I am the witness, the singer, and the future. 】

"..."

There was another silence, and this time, the person who was reading the letter also stood up.

All the people gathered around.

"What about the comment, which sentence is it around?"

"92 years later, it is May 2008, 5 in the Gregorian calendar."

"What is she trying to tell us?"

While everyone was holding their breath, the dry, unbelievable voice of the person who spoke first coincided with the unstoppable recitation outside:

"The earth collapsed and the mountain destroyed the strong man to death—"

"Earth Collapse Mountain Destroy!"

The paper in his hand ignited spontaneously at this moment, and the flames quickly engulfed the words on the white paper at an incredible speed.

The burning paper was thrown high by a hand holding a pen, and the golden-orange flame was like a torch in the dark.

Through the flames, the scattered black ashes are the backs of the group of people who rushed forward decisively.

"Letters! There are many more of the same letters—"

"Go call someone!"

"Before the fire burns out, how much can be deciphered—"

[Tomorrow's Revolution/Destiny Victory, as a pioneer, when you pass by Wusongkou by boat...]

The man who stayed at the end carefully picked up the letter paper that was blown to the ground by the wind, and the last line also had flames spreading upward:

[If there are waves like mountains, it is me, I have been here. 】

The golden flame devoured the signature at the bottom, and in the flickering flames, he saw in a daze——

There was a girl with black hair and black eyes holding the huge blade of light, standing on the surface of the sea, smiling and waving at him.

Behind her, the picture scroll of the flourishing age slowly unfolded.

The flag he once presented was raised high, and the bright red was fluttering on the land of 960 million square kilometers, and the five stars on the same bright red flag complemented each other.

So he knew that the hoe finally smashed through the closed iron house, and the sickle lived up to expectations and cut through the darkness of ignorance.

The sound of distant singing came, penetrated the barrier of time, and paid the highest respect to the ancestors of a hundred years ago:

'Singing to our dear motherland, from now on to prosperity——'

The man laughed silently, and he closed his empty palms, as if he was holding the cluster of torches, that hope.

"Thank you for coming."

"My way, I'm not alone."