Junior Disciple C

Black, various shades of black.

Feng Ye stepped forward with his right foot and took a step forward.

There is a soft touch from the soles of the feet, like mud and water waves.

He lowered his head and took a look. It was the same black color as other objects in his field of vision, and he couldn't tell what was under his feet.

Suddenly falling into this pitch-black darkness, Feng Ye didn't panic, he didn't even have much curiosity, he didn't explore where he was standing now, just kept walking forward like countless times before.

I don't know how long I walked, but I couldn't see the sun, moon and stars in the dark, so I couldn't tell the time.

Feng Ye finally saw something else in this seemingly endless darkness.

It was a shadowy silhouette, a fainter silhouette in the darkness that filled every corner of the field of vision.This outline is like a seedling of some kind of tree, which will break through the ground, and the young branches and leaves are swaying in the dark.

Feng Ye stopped moving forward, he folded his arms and waited a little bored.

"How long is the next scene..." Feng Ye thought about estimating the time, and tapped his arm with his index finger to time it.

With the tenth tap of his knuckles, the shadow of a small man appeared beside the sapling, pitch-black, with short hands and feet, only half the height of a normal person, like a funny character in a shadow puppet show.

But here there is neither the melancholy and melodious voice of the opera singers, nor any stage for acting. There is only darkness, weirdness and absurdity here.

A normal person would feel a little flustered when he suddenly strayed into such a situation, but Feng Ye didn't feel it at all. He was leisurely as if he really came to watch a play, and what he watched was a rather boring play.

No way, anyone who watches the same scene countless times will feel bored.

He saw the shadow of this little black man busily serving the saplings, watering, fertilizing, and exhausting all kinds of methods, but the saplings were always saplings, not to mention pulling branches, it seemed that it was not even a centimetre. Not long.

The black villain sat down on the ground decadently.

Head down, even though it was a pitch-black mass, with no facial features visible, one could imagine the villain's sadness just by imagining it.

Feng Ye is not a hard-hearted person, but he has no intention of stepping forward to help, because he knows that the villain in front of him will find a way to make the saplings really grow.

And that method is...

The dejected villain who was sitting on the ground suddenly moved, and he seemed to have thought of a way.On the shadow of his short hands and feet, a sharp silhouette appeared, like a blade.

The next moment, with the dull sound of the sharp blade piercing through the flesh and blood, the blade pierced into the villain's chest. The villain leaned on the handle of the knife with both hands, trembling and firm, and cut the flesh on his chest.

The monotonous darkness was broken, and a sudden color appeared in this dark drama.

red.

Dancing, flowing red.

A subtle, rhythmic beating sound sounded in his ears, and Feng Ye's sloppy expression gradually froze.

Although he had seen it countless times, he still couldn't remain moved when he saw this scene again.

The villain threw away the handle of the knife, and raised his hands high, holding up the freshly beating heart that he had just dissected.

Carefully, almost piously, he knelt down in front of the sapling, and buried his heart into the root system of the sapling.

The villain held his breath, disregarding his bleeding wound, he only looked at the sapling that hadn't grown an inch with anticipation and anxiety.

Finally, the painstaking efforts paid off, and after the villain cut out the heart, the sapling that got the human heart produced changes visible to the naked eye. It stretched its branches and leaves, and quickly pulled out its branches.

The top branches kept forking, and the branches and leaves grew to reach the sky, while the root system at the bottom became thicker and thicker. From the beginning, it was no more than the thickness of a knuckle, and now a dozen or so adults can't hug it.

Compared with the long and hopeless waiting before, it almost instantly grew into a towering giant tree.

It is a towering branch in the true sense, and it is about to break the barrier between the two worlds. The passage between the heaven and the human world will be connected by this giant tree.

"Jianmu..." Feng Ye looked up at the giant tree that went straight up to the sky, and murmured its name.

Jianmu has the power to connect the two worlds. When fully grown, Jianmu can break the barriers between heaven and earth and open the passage from the human world to the heaven.

In fact, during the long period of time before, the villain's unremitting efforts to take care of the saplings were not in vain, and it's not that the saplings really didn't grow an inch, it just... grew too slowly...

As slow as eight thousand years is one spring, eight thousand years is one autumn.

Comparing the lifespan of a mortal, it is like mayflies and heaven and earth, fireflies and bright moons. They live and die at night, and it is never possible to see the day when the saplings really grow up.

But the building wood that was supposed to take tens of millions of years to become useful has become a towering tree in this short period of time.

Feng Ye frowned and looked at Jianmu's root, the heart could no longer see its shadow, it had already merged with Jianmu.

Plants have no heart. Although Jianmu is not an ordinary plant, it is just a tree. It has no self-awareness, and only passively absorbs the nutrients in the sun, rain, dew and soil, and grows slowly.

But the villain split his heart to Jian Mu, and the heartless grass got a beating heart, and what flowed in the heart were the desires and ambitions that belonged exclusively to human beings.

The infinite expansion of ambition gave Jianmu the power to grow independently. It began to actively absorb nutrients and grow actively, shortening the time to grow by tens of thousands of times.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

With the rhythm of the heartbeat, Jianmu grows inch by inch, and every time he blinks, it becomes taller and taller.The branches are gradually higher than the mountains and rivers, higher than the sky, and finally, they penetrate the sky and the earth.

This is... the heart of Babel!

"Boom" with a loud noise.

Following the loud noise, Feng Ye looked up at the sky, and a hurricane rose in the sky. This storm was wrapped in a vast sea of ​​spiritual energy, and the barrier between heaven and man was finally broken by Jianmu.

The rich spiritual energy from the heaven poured down to the human world, and the spiritual power formed a storm, forming a huge vortex in the air.

The villain who lost his heart had a fist-sized hole in his chest, but he did not die. He and Jian Mu had already become one body, connecting life and death.

The villain cheered, opened his arms to the sky, and felt the aura from the heavens.

A second villain appeared, who seemed to be friends with this hollow villain, and the hollow villain excitedly narrated his feats to the second villain.

The second villain looked up at the towering Jianmu and let out a cry of wonder.More and more people gathered, and they climbed the building logs, trying to get a glimpse of the true face of the heavens.

They even built easy-to-climb ladders on the building logs, and climbed to the sky in an orderly manner.

But... the good times don't last long...

Feng Ye squinted his eyes. His eyes, which had been dark for a long time, were used to the darkness, and it was a bit painful to see the light suddenly.

The villain's reaction was as if he had retreated, and they looked at the figure appearing from the spiritual storm on the top of Jianmu in fear and awe.

This figure is covered with a radiant glow. In this endless darkness, he is like a scorching sun that cuts through the darkness, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at him.He lives nine days high above the clouds, looking down at the mortals ascending to the sky without sadness or joy.

Humanity's ambition to reach the sky finally...attracted the attention of the gods.

So... God raised his right arm high, and the light gathered in his hand, forming a sword edge, sharp enough to cut everything.

With a wave of his arm, the edge of the sword slashed out. This sword seemed to have the aura of Pangu opening up the world, unstoppable, irresistible.

The towering building tree was cut off from the waist, and the lower half of the branches were still firmly rooted in the soil, but the upper half of the tree began to tilt and collapse.

The little man who climbed the road through the tree fell from the sky, and the sound of wailing resounded in the wilderness.

Again there appeared a light, the crimson color of incineration.

The severed wood began to burn as it fell, and the fire ignited from the top, and the tongue of fire was like a poisonous snake, moving along the grain of the branch until it reached the root.

This huge building that connects the sky and the earth suddenly ignited a raging fire.

Flames danced in Feng Ye's pupils, he didn't look up at the sky, and he didn't look at the tall god who cut Jianmu, he stared closely at the hollow little man.

The villain knelt on the ground, writhing in pain.

There was no flame on his body, but the pain of Jian Mu being burned was transmitted to him along with the fused heart.

The "squeak" sound of Jianmu collapsing and decaying in the flames, together with the roar of the villain, played this mourning movement.

The collapsed Jianmu hit the ground, setting off a wave of dust thousands of miles high.The sky fire fell to the ground, and the flames climbing on the branches ignited the vegetation on the ground, and the fire spread to wherever the field of vision went.

The world is in deep flames, and the gods... With the collapse of the building wood, the passage is closed again, and the gods disappear into the sky.

Feng Ye was gradually surrounded by the sea of ​​flames, he didn't make any movements, even though the scorching heat almost pricked his skin, he didn't dodge in any way.

Because it was just a dream, a repeated dream.

Feng Ye knew from the moment he stepped into the darkness that he had come to this dream again, and he also knew that this dream was coming to an end.

The fire burned for an unknown number of days and nights, and finally, after exhausting all flammable life, the flame went out.

The world returns to darkness.

It became that dream again where there was only black in the field of vision.

Everything has turned to dust, be it desire or ambition.

In the darkness, only the embers of the fire danced.

Ever since Feng Ye saw the sapling, he had stood there watching, but now he suddenly took another step forward.

This step was difficult and slow, as if there was an invisible resistance in front of him.But Feng Ye still moved forward without hesitation, he wanted to find out the reason why he kept having this dream.

The story narrated in this dream is not complete. After the embers of the flames, this absurd and far-fetched drama has not ended. On the contrary, this is just the beginning of the curtain.

Feng Ye took another three steps forward. His legs were already so heavy that they seemed to be tied with huge boulders. Panting heavily, he looked at the ashes that had turned into ashes.

Jianmu is a tree that reaches the sky, about ten thousand feet high, and it turns into a lot of ashes after it is burned, and it is paved with a thick layer.

But even so, something still stubbornly broke through the ashes and emerged from the scorched earth. It was... a new sapling...

The saplings stretched their branches and leaves, broke through the ground, full of vitality.

Feng Ye's heart suddenly stopped beating, and he stared at the sapling that stretched its branches and leaves, just like Jianmu's sapling.

But Jianmu has already been reduced to ashes in the flames, what is it that broke out of the ground?

Somewhere, he suddenly had a strong sense of foreboding, which was an instinctive warning engraved deep in his soul.

Disaster is coming.

The soles of the feet suddenly sank a little, and the ground, whether it was soil or water waves, suddenly turned into a vortex. With the newly sprouted saplings as the center, darkness condensed and rotated under the feet, like an abyss.

Feng Ye looked down at his feet and stared at the endless abyss. What made people's hair stand on end was that he suddenly had a feeling that the abyss seemed to be alive, looking at him.

Or, something hid behind the abyss, spying on him in the dark.

The shadow in the abyss was like a tentacle, using his ankles as a step, trying to climb up, but an invisible barrier blocked it and Feng Ye. No matter how urgent the shadow was, it could not really drag Feng Ye into the abyss.

Feng Ye stared motionlessly at the darkness under his feet and the sapling in the center of the dark vortex, trying to figure out what this scene foretells?

However, following the earth-shattering roar beside his ears, Feng Ye's thoughts were interrupted, his whole body shivered, and he opened his eyes.

The darkness was pulled away from the eyes, and the eyes were slightly dazzling sunlight, and... a familiar youthful face exuding youth.

The young man stood by Feng Ye's bed and shouted into Feng Ye's ear: "Senior Brother Feng! Get up and sweep the floor!"

Feng Ye stared blankly at the young man for a while, and gradually regained his senses. He observed the angle of the sunlight, and finally realized that he seemed to have overslept.

But there is no way, every time I enter that dream, I will not be able to wake up without walking the entire distance.

Feng Ye half-propped up on the bed made of bamboo and wood, because the movement of getting up was a little closer to the boy, Feng Ye's movements couldn't help but pause.

Nostrils twitched slightly, and he said why he just woke up, and when he saw this familiar face, he used the adjective youthful in his heart when he woke up. The smell of sweat, isn't it full of youthful breath?

The young man watched helplessly as his senior brother who seemed to be about to get up lay down again. Feng Ye still held his nose and waved his hand in disgust, "Fang Yang, you're sweating all over, hurry up and take a bath."

The boy named Fang Yang rolled his eyes, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff carelessly.He holds a wooden sword in his right hand and a broom in his left.

Fang Yang held up the wooden sword and explained: "Brother, don't you look at what time it is. I came back after practicing the sword, but you are still sleeping. If you don't sweep the floor, you should be punished."

Feng Ye still didn't let go of his hand covering his nose, he muttered in a nasal voice: "Hurry up and take a shower, I can get up and sweep the floor."

Fang Yang rolled his eyes again, he threw the broom beside Feng Ye's bed, and then "thumped and stared", like a rabbit with endless energy, he ran out.

Feng Ye sighed in his heart, "It's good to be young", then dragged his "old" body, which was only two years older than Fang Yang, and got up.

He took the broom and walked outside the room, looked up at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and stretched lazily.

With a "click" sound in his joints, Feng Ye woke up completely after stretching his muscles and bones.

He looked at the broom in his hand, and the training square not far away, which was full of fallen leaves, and realized something was wrong belatedly.

Although that dream was absurd and bizarre, it was dark, as if it foreshadowed something to be alerted to.But Feng Ye has thought about it countless times, but he still hasn't come up with a result. The most urgent thing right now is, as Fang Yang said, sweeping the floor is the most important thing.

After all, Feng Ye is just a junior disciple who is in charge of sect miscellaneous, and his main job is sweeping the floor.

As for finding out the cause of the dream and preventing the impending catastrophe, that is a side job besides sweeping the ground.

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