i am a tree

The breeze blew by, and a phantom stopped at the entrance of the cave.

The cave is full of the crackling sound of flames burning. If you listen carefully, you can even hear a subtle scream.

The phantom seemed to be blown away by the wind, it was hazy and not very real, only vaguely felt that it seemed to be a man.

He walked into the cave step by step.

The fire had already burned most of the cave, the stones on the cave walls were burnt red, and the ground was covered with ashes and black charcoal. Even the gurgling stream dried up, and only a ditch paved with pebbles was seen.

There are some embers still burning in the hall, intermittently emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The place where the flowers once bloomed and the animals lived freely has become a ruin.

The phantom waved its hand lightly, and a little bit of fine rain fell down like that, hitting the still burning flames, making a "呲呲" sound, and puffs of white smoke filled the air. The embers of fire that were still burning in the cave were gradually extinguished.

The phantom seemed to be unaware of the high heat in the cave, and slowly searched along the cave wall.

Although he seems to be incorporeal, he can still touch the real thing. He turned over bit by bit in this hall, no matter if it was still burning charcoal or hot ashes, he would not let it go.

He knelt on the ground with both knees and carefully searched the ground with his hands, not sparing even an inch of the ground.

When he finds an unburnt piece of wood, he immediately pulls it out from the ashes, brushes it lightly with his hand, and the dust on it is cleaned up, and then he will use his hand to grope gently on it. After a while, as if he had confirmed something, a silent sigh came. He put the piece of wood aside and continued his aimless search.

Occasionally, he touched something with his hand and took it out to look, but it was the remains of animals. The burnt yellow bones were printed with the hatred of those dying animals.He put the bones aside as well.

Repeating the process from hope to disappointment, this phantom never despaired, he was doing this boring job consistently.

It took him a whole day and night to find half of the hall. He raised his head, and his long hair flowed down his shoulders like water. This time he found another piece of wood, which was charred black. There was only a little bit of wood left at the end. The phantom stretched out its fingers and slowly slid across it. A phantom appeared on this piece of wood, a tall tree full of crimson flowers. Trees appeared in midair.

Xu Ying shook his head, and the illusion slowly dissipated in the air. With a wave of his hand, the piece of wood flew up and landed on the pile of residual wood found nearby.

The search continues.

He hasn't found what he's looking for yet, and he still firmly believes that the little tree he brought up won't just die so easily.

When he crossed the ditch formed by the brook, there was a pile of ashes beside it, and the phantom stretched out his hand. For some reason, his heart had a feeling, and his hands trembled slightly, as if they would collapse. He stabilized Mind, I always thought that the stable and powerful movements began to be a little hasty.

The long hair fluttered gently beside him without any wind, and the ends of the hair blended into the air.

A large pile of ashes was piled up on both sides, and at the bottom of these ashes, a piece of residual wood appeared in front of the phantom.

Xu Ying stretched out his hand and took the residual wood out of the ashes.

This piece of residual wood is the largest piece of wood he found. It is as big as a palm and as thin as an arm. It survived the fire. There are marks of being burned at both ends, but the middle section is still preserved. relatively intact.

With a wave of Xu Ying's hand, an illusion immediately appeared on the residual wood, and a small tree appeared in front of him.

He finally found it anyway.

The phantom quietly floated in mid-air, with tender green leaves and tiny branches, it seemed that a gust of wind would blow up at any moment, causing the branches and leaves of this small tree to sway with the wind. Only the phantom knew that this was already impossible.

Xu Ying stretched out his hand softly, wanting to touch the young leaf, but only woke up when his hand passed through the illusion.

He held the piece of wood tightly in the palm of his hand, turned around and wanted to leave the cave, when he passed the pile of wood and bones, he stopped, waved his hand, and a big pit appeared on the ground, those wood pieces and logs were buried at the bottom of the pit and covered with ashes.

All dust to dust, dust to dust.

With his departure, the cave collapsed, and the phantom stood not far away, watching from a distance, as if sighing.

No matter how many hardships you encounter, after the past, the forest will still restore tranquility and serenity. The animals that hid will come out to play, play, hunt, and chase as usual. ,result.

Birds are jumping and singing on the branches, sometimes you can hear the flapping of their wings, spiders are working hard to mend the damaged cobwebs among the leaves, ants on the ground are hurrying to and fro, carrying the food they found, touching When you reach the same kind, you will touch the tentacles and exchange news.

The phantom came to a clearing in the middle of the forest. The forest is densely packed, and such clearings are rarely seen.

In the middle of the clearing stood a tree, half withered and half verdant, it was that big tree.

The phantom that the big tree turned into floated onto the trunk, and sat down cross-legged gently.

In his hand lay the piece of residual wood quietly.

The sun was warm, the surrounding was quiet, the leaves rustled, the whole body of the big tree slowly began to emit white light, and the white light rushed towards the residual wood in his hand, but the situation was not as he expected, the white light was not affected by the residual wood. Absorbed, but passed through it.

He gently caressed the stump with his hand, as if he was afraid of hurting it, very gentle.

After a long time, he broke off one of his own branches, and with a wave of his hand, the branch turned into a sharp knife. With this sharp knife in his hand, he quickly carved on the piece of residual wood.

Before the sun disappeared, the piece of residual wood had turned into a lifelike tree sculpture.

Even the lines on the bark are clearly discernible.

It's as if this pattern is engraved in Dashu's mind, which can be remembered and drawn at any time.

The surface of the river in the distance is as calm as a mirror, shimmering under the golden sunlight, with countless damselflies and mayflies flying on it.

These little lives have been living underwater for a long time. At this time, they finally escaped from their larval shell and became adults, so they flew to the sky one after another. This is the mating season and the culmination of their life.

The big tree that was sitting on the trunk swayed for a while, and within a breath, he had already come to the river. Flying in shock, after that, he flew up cautiously, approaching, beside the big tree, on the grass.

At this time, a dazzling white light emitted from the big tree, and the white light plunged into the river, only to see that the calm river surface was boiling like boiling water.

The big tree held his hand flat, and the splashed water flowed into his palm. His hand was like a bottomless pit. The water poured in one by one, but it could never be filled. It's a small lake or a deep pool, I'm afraid it has already been sucked dry by him.

I don't know how long it took, the sun set and the moon rose, the sky was full of stars, and it was already late at night.

In autumn, the waterline of the river, which was originally less water, was sucked down by a foot by the big trees, and the mud and sand in the river were exposed, and the damselflies immediately stopped on it.

In the end, the big tree finally stopped, his face was a little tired, and there was only a faintly shining bead in his hand, and he didn't know what it was made of, only felt that the bead was covered with a faint layer of light. The white water vapor seems to be aura compelling.

Just when Dashu looked down at the drop-shaped bead, someone beside him walked over gently, and he glanced at the two people lightly. Pan, as early as a mile away, he knew that these two people were approaching.

Although it was discovered that she was sneaking close to such a taboo thing among monks, the piranha didn't take it seriously, showing her figure swaggeringly, holding the struggling little fox in her hand.

Poor little fox, the hair on his neck has been pulled off by the man-eating flower, and his eyes are rolling around. He looks very wronged. It's a pity that he meets a man-eating flower who doesn't know how to love him at all. What is it.

"This is?" Piranha looked at the bead in Dashu's hand.

"Spirit of water." It wasn't the big tree that answered him, but the gray-clothed man who was walking beside him, hiding in the darkness. The piranha suddenly felt that he saw a monster. How much water is needed to extract the essence of water?No, the first thing to think about is, how much time, effort and cultivation will it take to do it?

The man in gray sighed, "Even if you do this, it won't help."

Although water is the head of the five elements and the beginning of all things, some people think that water is the first cause of all things, everything is produced by water, and finally returns to water, but it is not omnipotent, nor can it bring the dead back to life.

The big tree was not moved at all, just took out the wooden doll, and dripped the beads of the water essence on the lifelike leaves, the water essence disappeared in a flash, and the leaves seemed to be a little more alive As if it was about to grow out of the tree, the tree's translucent fingertips brushed over the leaf.

But in the end, Little Tree still didn't change at all, just like the man in gray said.

At this time, as if sensing something, the little fox, who was attracted by the big tree and forgot to struggle, struggled desperately again, screaming, and almost escaped from the hand of the piranha. Renhua poked its head with her finger, "Be quiet."

Although the naughty little fox was still quite sensible, he turned around and bared his teeth and bit the piranha's finger fiercely. How could a piranha with a high level of cultivation be bitten by such a low-level little fox , slapped it on the back of the head, making the little fox's eyes wet with pain, it scratched its paws, and looked desperately at the big tree.

The man in gray thought for a while, "Maybe it also knows that it is the remains of a small tree."

The piranha fell silent. At this moment, it lightly skimmed to the side of the big tree, lifted the little fox up in front of the big tree, "Show it. This little guy and this little tree spirit—"

The little fox looked at the big tree pitifully. The big tree spread out its palm, and the wooden doll was lying in his palm. Before the doll, it disappeared in place like a shadow, and the little fox stared blankly at the lost hand, this time it was really crying.

The big tree raised its hand, and the two leaves were slowly sent to the piranha and the man in gray.

"There is a mark of my primordial spirit on it. No matter how far away it is, I can sense it. You helped me out of trouble and saved me once. In the future, I will save you again." Dashu looked up at the sky, " I have to get out of here."

When the old man in green was found fighting by the intruders, the man in gray that turned into a gray bird cooperated with them and finally escaped. Let him wake up, even if he has this chance, it will not help. Even if the old man in green is deeply cultivated, he will catch up quickly even if he is injured, so he has to leave quickly.

Cannibal Flower was stunned, "Where are you going?"

The big tree looked at the boundless starry sky, "Go where you can save it."

The man in gray couldn't help but said, "How slim is this hope, is it worth it?"

Dashu didn't answer this question, but just stroked the wooden doll with his fingers, but the man in gray vaguely understood.

Some things have nothing to do with value.

Worthy, or not worth it, is itself comparing and measuring.

"If it does not wake up for ten years, I will wait for it for ten years. If it does not wake up for a hundred years, I will accompany it for a hundred years. If it does not wake up for a thousand years, I will accompany it for a thousand years. One day, it will grow again."

The figure of the big tree has disappeared in place.It left behind some lingering sounds and slowly sent them over with the wind.

Yu Ziliang is an outer disciple of the Three Sages of the Immortal Cultivation School, but he is a human being. He has cultivated for more than ten years, and he has only half a foot in the stage of Qi training. There is no prospect in his life. The sect specializes in doing chores, purchasing some items, or going to the deep mountains and old forests to catch some game and gather some herbs, so as to earn some silver to subsidize the family.

On this day, he went into the mountain again, but a young man came out of the dense forest unexpectedly, dressed in green.

In the deep mountains and old forests, people are rarely seen, and there are many legends of mountain spirits and wild monsters.

At the end of the village and the alleys, when the old man shakes his cattail fan and tells the strange stories about the mountains, he always starts with a similar beginning.

For example, Wang went hunting in the mountains early in the morning. The mountains are extremely steep, the roads are rugged, and there are many poisonous snakes and beasts in and out of the mountains. There are few people in the mountains. This Wang met a beautiful woman who was injured on the side of the road that day; The scholar of my life, in the deep mountains, stayed in a desolate small temple, a beautiful woman came to the door in the middle of the night, and a good thing happened——

Yu Ziliang raised his eyes and exclaimed, "Ghost!" Immediately passed out.

Half of this young man's face is withered, but the other half is intact, which is really scary, not to mention that Yu Ziliang is a bit timid.