Watching the monk hurried away and disappeared from his consciousness, Zhang Wenfeng did not have any emotional fluctuations. He sat cross-legged on the big branch without moving, surrounded by the branches and leaves of the big tree, and even stopped breathing.
With the help of the crisscrossing roots of the trees and lush vegetation below him, he was able to detect subtle movements within several miles near the top of the mountain.
But one thing he knew for sure was that he was not in the state of being transformed into a tree at this time.
He just merges with the big tree and breathes the aura of heaven and earth through the skin of his body, like branches on a big tree. Without taking root in the ground and standing upright as an independent Qi machine between heaven and earth, his thinking becomes dull and strange.
When you don't concentrate, everything you look at will appear "empty" and indifferent.
Watching with cold eyes, watching everything around you ruthlessly and without desire.
Time seemed to not exist for him. The transition between night and day was so slow that it took him a while to react.
Oh, another day has passed.
There was a patter of spring rain falling softly, and as far as the eye could see, there was misty rain and flowing mist. He could detect all kinds of subtle and almost negligible joyful fluctuations on the mountain tops, which were the cheering gestures of trees, flowers and plants welcoming the rain.
"The First Clan"
When he focused his attention, the world in his eyes became much slower.
Even the falling speed of the rain has slowed down a bit, every trace is crystal clear, and the trajectory is clearly visible.
He "saw" a monster with a monkey's head and a lizard-like body that could change colors. The body was less than three feet long, crawling on the ground like the wind. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the gaps in the grass and climbed to a pine tree without noticing. No monsters can be seen at all.
After a while, he finally realized that it was a "mountain ghost".
A squirrel sensed danger and jumped out of the hole in the tree and quickly ran away to the branches above.
"Bang", the squirrel was hit by a wisp of invisible strange wind, rolled down and fell, and was bitten by the mountain ghost. After a moment of hesitation, the monster let go of the other three squirrels that escaped from the tree hole, and bit it. Following the prey, he jumped down from the tree and quickly ran away.
It seems to sense the gaze of some kind of existence and walks up.
Life in the wild jungle involves hunting and counter-hunting all the time.
If you want to live a long life, you cannot ignore any danger and remain indifferent.
Zhang Wenfeng slowly gave up his concentration again. He instinctively liked to be casual and watch freely, without disturbing the rules of the jungle. He was also a member of the jungle.
Slowness has its advantages.
Everything within the range of perception is invisible, and even aphids fighting can be seen as "thrilling" by him.
Something new happened every day. A drop of dew dripping from the green leaves would be an unforeseen disaster for the ant foraging below. He could clearly see the unlucky ant trapped in the dew from various angles, struggling desperately. effort.
If you climb out, you will survive; if you cannot get out, you will drown in the dew.
For ants, a drop of dew is an unfathomable river and lake.
The sky clears after the rain, and the moon becomes full after the waning moon.
He saw a scene where a three-foot-long jade snake suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed a hare. The snake straightened up and transformed into a four-foot-tall eerie ghost-faced woman, leaning on a cane and shrouded in black mist. , drifting away in the grass.
Before leaving, the ghost-faced woman transformed by the grass ghost snake looked around.
The wood atmosphere in the Caomuling area is richer than other places, and the grass and trees grow particularly prosperously, making it a good place for hunting.
Of course, there are relatively more risks.
Everyone who comes here to hunt, whether they are spirits or monsters, doesn't stay much.
Zhang Wenfeng also "saw" a transparent bubble-like shadow-catching spirit lurking on a tree trunk. It just stopped moving. He did not come out of his state to kill the hidden shadow-catching spirit.
With each passing day, the hunting drama in the jungle was happening before his eyes every day.
I don't know how much time passed, but three men and women arrived here.
It took Zhang Wenfeng a long time to remember that the woman was an acquaintance, Chu Qing'er from the White Witch Clan. His eyes were "empty" as he watched the third-level man among them "knocking on the mountain gate" with his skills. There were light waves rippling in the air, but they could not be condensed into anything.
portal.
The middle-aged man wore an ordinary robe, with a bright red jade belt tied around his waist. He performed "Knock on the Mountain Gate" three times and whispered: "It's strange, why can't you open the Caomuling Secret Mountain Gate? The method is right, and the time is right.
Worth it..."
The man noticed the subtle prying eyes, and quietly scanned the entire mountaintop with his spiritual consciousness.
He carefully inspected it twice, looking up and down, but he didn't find anything unusual.
The feeling of being spied on is still there, never more, and never disappears. It seems to be done deliberately, like a light on the back.
The man was worried and secretly sent a message to the two of them to "be careful". He knew that there were a lot of weird things in the Ups and Downs Mountains, but he was not too afraid. With his third-level cultivation, he would not be frightened even if he encountered three or two of the same level.
It's hard for only two juniors to take care of him, and he may suffer disaster.
Chu Qing'er sent a message: "Uncle Xun, how about I try 'Knocking on the Mountain Gate'?"
They wanted to enter the secret realm of Caomuling to find something, which was an opportunity left in the classics by their senior sect more than 600 years ago.
After such a long time, it was hard to tell whether the thing was still there, so they wanted to give it a try.
The middle-aged man nodded and continued to explore various parts of the mountain with his spiritual consciousness.
Chu Qing'er pressed her hands in the air and knocked on the mountain gate with a specific rhythm. The green, pink, and white light gathered in the air gradually took shape and appeared in the direction of the light wave portal. Suddenly, a bright light flashed, and a black divine horse jumped out from the bright light in the air.
……donkey.
Three little spirits appeared gracefully.
The light dissipated, and the donkey in the sky, Jingmei and the three people below stared at each other with big eyes.
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's Green Weaver Girl Jingmei and Hua Mei, they are coming out."
Chu Qing'er and another young man looked curiously at Xiao Jingmei, whom they had only seen in classics. They were indeed extremely beautiful, but what kind of existence was the donkey who came out with Xiao Jingmei?
They can't understand something.
Are there still donkeys living in the secret area of Caomuling?
They don't believe that a donkey can walk into Caomul Ridge. How can a donkey knock on the mountain gate without hands?
The three little fairies suddenly screamed in unison: "There are... fairies who want to eat us... Lu Zijin, help!"
They were so frightened that they didn't know what to do. They quickly took out their green spears and pointed them in one direction, pointing at the big tree more than ten feet away. The temple master who was supposed to appear did not appear, and there were three strange monks here.
Their beauty was pale and they were trembling.
Subconsciously, he fell on the donkey's back.
After living with the heartless donkey for nearly two months, even the flower charm flower Fenglan has become familiar with the donkey.
The three people below were also startled, and calmly drifted back.
On the territory of Caomuling, is there anything that can threaten the beauty of the Green Weaver Girl?
It’s not that they don’t have enough knowledge, it’s that they can’t remember such uncommon common sense at once?
They were preconceived, thinking that the powerful guy who was spying on them secretly but couldn't find them was going to pop out and devour the three cute little demons.
Just step back and take a look. Whether or not to take action depends on the situation.
They dare not easily provoke a powerful opponent.
The donkey's body flashed with lightning. It reacted very quickly. It first protected the three petite spirits on its back. In the blink of an eye, a ball of lightning hit the nearby big tree with a "bang". It and the cunning shadow-catching spirits were able to hide.
Having dealt with him once, I know how difficult that little thing is.
A large area of silver lightning was as fine as a silk screen, covering an area of more than ten feet.
Whether it was trees or flowers, they turned into charcoal in an instant.
Under the attack of Huanghuang Thunder Technique, not even a blade of grass remained.
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