Cultivate with an African God

Maybe he was really tired, and in the increasingly heavy sleepiness, he actually fell into a complicated dream.

The dream seems to be some old things, and it seems that it has been thousands of years away from him.

The person in the dream was still a boy—a real boy, with the high-spiritedness and arrogance unique to that time. The person in the dream was completely different from the current Mu Xinghe. Mu Xinghe would be looked down upon and ignored. But that person won't, there are many people who are attracted by him, admire him and even worship him. Although he didn't show anything, Mu Xinghe knows that that person is very proud of himself and takes it for granted .

Of course Mu Xinghe knew it well, because that person was him—him in the past.

He who still doesn't understand that being an ordinary person is more difficult than being himself.

After that, there are some fragments of time passing by quickly.

However, after these bright and brilliant times that people don't want to look directly at, there are some very strange faces that he dare not forget, looking at him deeply.

When he woke up, silence and darkness filled the sky and the earth, as if there was nothing everywhere, the moon was hidden in the dark clouds, and it took a while to show its face, the moon was facing west, probably in the first half of the night.

He looked around, it was very quiet and serene, and there was no trace of a beast attacking at all.

However... there was no Zhong Zijin either.

Zhong Zijin was gone.

Mu Xinghe waited until the climax of the moon, but Zhong Zijin still didn't come back.He had analyzed the imprints on the ground, and Zhong Zijin's steps were very light, which probably came from his good posture. The imprints were very faint, and it was only vaguely discernible that he walked in a hurry and left alone.

Mu Xinghe didn't know what happened to him and left in such a hurry, he walked along the footprints for a while, only to find that the footprints suddenly disappeared.

He cut off all the clues, thought for a while, and returned to the Qilian fairy tree, took out a knife and carved a few words on the trunk.

"Straight out of the valley."

In fact, he had a vague intuition—an intuition that Zhong Zijin would never come back here again, but his sixth sense has never been very effective, and now he would rather this feeling not be effective.He still carved the words, and wrote the word "handsome" at the back.

If he is not by Zhong Zijin's side, it is obviously better for Zhong Zijin to leave directly than to explore here blindly - Zhong Zijin is indeed not as good as he thinks about those twists and turns, and relying on one person and one sword to rush out directly is worse than looking for him more sure.

Mu Xinghe put away the knife and left, searching for the mountains along the water, looking for the legendary Huaimengcao.

This night and day was probably the most fruitless night and day since Mu Xinghe entered Yuquan Valley.

There is no Zhong Zijin, nor Huaimengcao.

And time is running out.

If they can't get out, they will most likely become people who will never be seen again after entering Yuquan Valley.

In fact, for Mu Xinghe, Zhong Zijin or Huaimengcao, he could accept either of them, but on the last day when time was tight, he found nothing.

In the first few days in Yuquan Valley, although there were twists and turns, it was generally smooth, but he did not expect that at the last moment, he would encounter such a situation.

Mu Xinghe didn't lose ground because of this, but in this endless and fruitless search, he was a little frantic... wanting to take a risk.

He was still planning his crazy adventure, but when he had almost given up, he discovered Zhong Zijin's trace.

It was a white birch tree, whose bark was peeled off by some itchy hand, revealing a bare trunk.There is an arrowhead carved crookedly on the trunk, and a sword is carved on the back, with a blade, a blade, and a handle. It is much more heart-shaped than the arrowhead. There is no doubt that it is Zhong Zijin's style.

There are marks left by Zhong Zijin on the trees along the way.

Many marks.

As he walked all the way, those marks became more and more scribbled. At first Zhong Zijin was willing to draw a sword honestly and piously, but then he began to simplify it to one horizontal and one vertical.

After Mu Xinghe walked for a while, he finally felt that something was wrong.

The first thing that made him feel ominous was a forest.

In that forest, there were no leaves.

The sun shines straight down, only the sparse leaves cast bleak shadows on the tops of very tall trees.

The trunks of those trees are extremely thick, but they are very smooth. There are no grooves in the bark, and some traces of talisman symbols can be faintly seen.

Mu Xinghe looked at it for a long time, but didn't recognize what it meant, so he jotted it down and walked forward.

He saw a tree stump.

The tree stump is so huge that it takes two or three people to embrace it to enclose it. The strange thing about this tree stump is not its size, but that it has no annual rings.Where there were annual rings, there were still some talisman symbols and characters. After Mu Xinghe recognized them for a long time, he realized that these should be ancient characters. He really couldn't remember the meaning inside, so he had to write them down too, and discuss it later.

After walking a long way, he discovered that the strange trees along the way all grew with that stump as the core, and even the number of trees was exactly the same.

The second strange place was after he had walked for a while.

In the depths of Yuquan Valley, there used to be many animals—but now, after walking all the way to this place, there is no trace of any animals.He never heard even the chirping of birds.

Animals have an instinct to detect danger, and even the animals here will not come to this place again. That can only show that it is very dangerous, beyond the danger he can handle.

Mu Xinghe couldn't turn back.

He found himself caught in the mist of the sea of ​​grass. Turning around, there was a vast sea of ​​grass. The reeds were swaying in the wind, and wisps of light smoke lingered on the grass.

That was no longer the way he came!

Mu Xinghe looked around and heard the sound of water, he walked along the sound of water.

His boots were already soaked, and he stopped when he felt water soaking into his boots.

The sweet and fresh scent of the lake, accompanied by the slight chill of the water, hit him.Stop and listen carefully, amidst the sound of water, there is a constant sound of "gudu" and "gudu".

—that's the spring!

Following Zhong Zijin's guidance, he actually found the center of Yuquan Valley?

And farther away, he saw a huge stone with words engraved on it, even though it was far away, it was still clearly visible, the writing was strong, and the words were as bright red as blood: ——Suppressing Sword!

It was the first time that he saw such obvious traces of human beings in this place that had always seemed like a place outside the world.

The boulder is huge, and the characters are upright and powerful, with an awe-inspiring air. Under the sword-suppressing stone, there is a surging water surface.

Mu Xinghe crossed his arms, tapping his elbows with his fingers irregularly, he finally realized that something was wrong.

After realizing that things had backfired, Mu Xinghe thought for a while, and tried to get out of this area of ​​water, but he saw an unbelievable scene. There were many streams of water bursting out from nowhere, covering his surroundings into a large lake. In the center of the lake, the water gradually spread from his ankles to his knees.

This is a maze, a trap, and a trap.

This is a dead end.

In desperation, Mu Xinghe became ruthless instead, threw away his boots, rolled up his trouser legs, and waded towards Zhenjian Stone step by step.

He was designed.

Those arrows that guided him were actually pointing to a dead end.

He has lived a comfortable life for too long. Since he entered Yuquan Valley, the people he met did not engage in unnecessary disputes. The mountains and rivers are beautiful here, and the grass is wild. Only monsters, birds and beasts are worthy opponents. He forgot The ghosts and ghosts of people's hearts are captured, and the monsters and monsters are self-born.

Mu Xinghe is a very restless person.

On weekdays, he always thinks about something in his mind, maybe it's the shape of the talisman, the usage of the spell, or maybe it's just what to eat at noon, what kind of bird is that bird.When he walked, he refused to walk properly, so he had to pick some leaves and ravage them, steal some fruits to eat, and pull two grass blades to stab a grasshopper.

How could he plan to sit and wait for death even if he was looking for something to do all the time?

He would rather look into the dead end than wait for the end without doing anything.

However, what awaited him was endless cold water.

Mu Xinghe walked into the water step by step. The icy cold water spread from his calf to his neck. He moved his hands—fortunately, this body still has some water properties, and it is even not bad. When his body adapts to the water temperature Afterwards, he slowly swam towards the Zhenjian Stone, the closer he was to the Zhenjian Stone, the colder the water temperature he felt, Mu Xinghe had to slow down and float slightly in the water, waiting for his body to get used to it again.

However, at this time, Mu Xinghe felt a kind of coldness that almost froze everything spread from the bottom of the water.The water in spring is always cold, but this water is even colder than usual.Mu Xinghe even recalled some unpleasant things because of this.

At the same time, his body began to sink uncontrollably, and Mu Xinghe watched himself fall into the water helplessly!

——He should have thought earlier, how could the water in this maze be ordinary water!

The cold water covered his whole body, his clothes were filled with water, and the coldness occupied his body. Even because his hair was soaked in water, his mind was filled with the pain of being pricked by thousands of needles.Mu Xinghe tried to float to the surface to breathe, but he found that his body and heart were heavy and cold.

can not breath.

In the endless pain, he actually remembered something far away.

Things that I don't want to think about, things that are farther away than the time when he lazily asked his roommate to help pack the bag and yawned and thought about skipping class in the dormitory, and even regarded it as a dark history.

He was still young then.

At that time, he was not called Mu Xinghe, nor did he have the superpowers he has now.

At that time, he felt that he was different from others.He is very smart and learns everything quickly, so he doesn't pay much attention to anything; when talking to other people, he always has to bother to explain for a long time, and as time goes by, he is not willing to explain to others.

He comes and goes alone, and he doesn't feel lonely, because the world is so big, there are so many knowledges waiting for him to absorb, so many fields for him to explore, and so many mysteries waiting for him to solve one by one. Time to think?

This kind of curiosity and desire to explore is accompanied by his ability to act when he thinks about it. He has done many things that can be said to be unimaginable. Legend has it that he took it for granted and was vaguely proud of it.

It was probably because of all these things that made him conceited, but the more proud he was at the beginning, the more he regretted it later, and finally wanted to forget everything before and be an ordinary person.

He wants not to be conceited, he wants to adapt to the rules of the world, and he wants to understand that he is just an ordinary person.

He has worked hard for this for a long time, so even in such a cultivation world, he didn't think too much about it, he just wanted to adapt step by step.

After leaving Mei Tingxue's place, everything went smoothly. He recovered his cultivation smoothly, embarked on the journey smoothly, and searched for materials smoothly——

It's just that he was so smooth, when did he step into this abyss of life and death?

It probably started when Zhong Zijin disappeared.

After Zhong Zijin disappeared, there was still a chance to turn around. He could ignore Zhong Zijin's pointing at the beginning and just turn around and walk away.

But he doesn't want to.

He thought, if he could find Sun Moon Branch and Xingluoya, and discover what the Huaimeng grass was that no one knew about, then he could also look for Zhong Zijin and Xingluoya at the same time, and leave here safely together.

Even if he said in his heart hundreds of times that he was just an ordinary person, there would always be a voice in his heart stubbornly saying: You are not, you can do it.You have to do it.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the landmines that have exhausted the world's European spirit~

It is said that I had a dream at noon, and dreamed that someone recommended my article!I also followed the article and wrote three articles, and then the first article was recommended, and the third article has been abandoned. I was very sad when I saw it, and I couldn’t help but roll over in pain.Later, I suddenly realized that this should be a dream, because she complained that my terracotta warriors appeared too frequently, and there were no terracotta warriors in the place I published! !