Junior Disciple C

Feng Ye clutched his chest, trying to appease his beating heart, but those inexplicable feelings were stirring in his blood vessels, like a trickling stream in the forest, non-stop.

But the power of the stream is limited after all, it can't break the dam made of sand and stone, nor can it break the checkpoint built at the door of Feng Ye's heart.

Feng Ye turned his head away as if avoiding, not looking at Hao Chen.

The boiling blood stopped with the gradually weakening wind, all the clouds were blown away by the strong wind, the moonlight fell on the earth, and the clouds opened and the moon brightened.

Cao Zirui immediately picked up the compass and seized this rare opportunity.

The Pengniao, which had finished blowing the wind, also took advantage of the cover of the night and quietly turned into flying feathers, and returned to Hao Chen's hand. When he brought his hand to him again, only the same one was left in his hand. Folding fan.

Hao Chen waved his fan, followed Fang Yang and Feng Ye who had adjusted his mood slowly, walked to Cao Zirui's side, and watched Cao Zirui operate the compass.

After the compass absorbed the essence of the moonlight, the originally motionless pointer suddenly started to rotate. The speed of rotation was fast and then slow. Cao Zirui took the compass and turned left and right, whichever direction the pointer turned fast, he would go in that direction.

Everyone followed Cao Zirui around in a big circle, and the speed of the pointer became faster and faster. Finally, at a certain place on the edge of the Jiubu cliff, the pointer turned faster than any other place.

"It's here!" Cao Zirui said in surprise, looking at the ground under his feet.

When Feng Ye walked behind Cao Zirui, he kept observing. The piece of land in front of him did have a very strong vitality, but the surrounding land was also very rich, and he couldn't tell which one was more full-bodied.

But he couldn't identify it, but the compass in Cao Zirui's hand could. This should be the place with the strongest vitality.

Feng Ye squatted down, he grabbed a handful of soil and ground it with his fingertips, the soil is right here, but not on the surface.

Because the richness of this place is only compared to other places, it is not as good as the endless resting soil, and the resting soil should be hidden a little lower.

"Lend me your scabbard." Feng Ye stretched out his hand to Fang Yang.

"Oh." Fang Yang responded, untied the rope carrying the sword, pulled out the iron sword, held the hilt in his hand, and handed the scabbard to Feng Ye.

Feng Ye used the scabbard as a shovel and began to shovel down the soil.

Fang Yang watched for a while, saw his intention, and immediately helped with the iron sword.

The two of them dug much faster. Cao Zirui held the compass in his hand and watched closely the direction of the pointer. Among the four of them, Hao Chen stood there doing nothing.

But Hao Chen didn't feel ashamed. He didn't have a sword, so he couldn't be asked to dig the soil with a fan.

He made enough excuses for himself, in fact, Cao Zirui also has a sword, if he wants to help, he can borrow it.

But he didn't want to.

The nature of being lazy and slightly obsessed with cleanliness flared up again, so Hao Chen showed his thick skin and squatted next to Feng Ye, fanning Feng Ye who was digging.

The soil that had just been dug up was relatively loose, but a little dust flew up in his fan.

"Cough cough." Feng Ye coughed while covering his mouth and nose.

Hao Chen gave Feng Ye a guilty and apologetic smile.

Feng Ye stared back.

"Stop!" Cao Zirui suddenly shouted.

This sound made Fang Yang, who was still digging dutifully, stop, and also turned the attention of Feng Ye and Hao Chen.

Cao Zirui stared at the spinning pointer in his hand, and murmured: "This is Xiyang."

"This is the soil?" Fang Yang lowered his head, looking at the half-meter-deep pit just dug.

The surface of the surrounding soil is usually yellow-brown, but as excavation, the soil below gradually turns reddish-brown.

Fang Yang said that he wanted to reach out and touch the reddish-brown soil to have a look, but Feng Ye stopped him.

Fang Yang looked at Feng Ye suspiciously, but Feng Ye didn't explain, he stretched out his hand without saying a word, picked up a handful of reddish-brown soil and rubbed it in his palm.

He really felt the incomparable vitality in this pinch of soil, which seemed endless.

But...Feng Ye frowned, he always felt that there was something looming under this strong vitality.

That thing was hidden very deeply, and Feng Ye didn't grasp its telltale feet, he just had an intuitive feeling.

Feng Ye thought for a while, then suddenly untied the bandage on the palm of his left hand, and then intentionally stretched the muscles in the palm to open the wound.

After Hao Chen discovered his intention, his eyes were full of disapproval, but before he could stop it, Feng Ye had already done it.

A drop of blood dripped down the wound that was torn again, and fell straight into the soil below.

The red blood soaked in the brown-red soil, and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye.

This process was so short that Fang Yang and Cao Zirui didn't even see it clearly.

But Feng Ye and Hao Chen raised their heads at the same time. They looked at each other with the same astonishment and seriousness on their faces. They saw the same answer in each other's eyes.

The moment the blood drops soaked in the soil, the thing that was hidden by the strong vitality finally showed a trace of its flaws, only a faint trace, but it was enough for them to distinguish clearly.

It was... resentment... the same great resentment hidden under the great life force.

Although the scorpion was used by the Xiqiang people to sacrifice to the snake god, the scorpion itself is also a very cruel punishment. If you are bitten by thousands of snakes, you will not die immediately. Different toxins are injected into the body through the fangs. And the blood coagulates out of control under the venom.

Some toxins kill people very quickly, and some toxins make people feel painful and itchy. Before they die, they scratch their bodies so that there is not even a piece of intact skin, and in the end there is only a fuzzy mass of flesh and blood left.

With such a painful death, the resentment left before death will be unprecedentedly strong.

The soil disintegrated the bodies of those who died unjustly, but failed to dissolve their thousand-year-old resentment.

The real cause of the soil is not because of the nutrients of those corpses, or in other words, not all of them.

The most important reason why Xi Soil is called Xi Som is its power of endless life, but this thing of endless life may not be the life force that ordinary people think it is.

No matter how many corpses there are, the nutrients are always limited, and the vitality of the soil here is indeed very strong, but it is not enough for endless life.

But resentment can.

The resentment gathered together, not only did not dissipate, but became stronger as time fermented.This is the truth of the endless life of the soil, and the vitality is just a disguise for this endless resentment.

When it encountered blood, the bloodthirsty nature finally showed its flaws.

The thing that happened a hundred years ago finally has an answer, and the problem is Xi Rang.

While Jianmu absorbed the vitality of such a soil with huge resentment, it was inevitable that he also absorbed the resentment.

Trees have no emotions, and these resentful emotions will not affect Jianmu at all.

But... Jianmu has a human heart.

This heart may have been pure at first, but without the owner's awareness, it absorbed too much resentment, resentment and hatred from the sacrifices before death.

Just like attracts like, the Eternal Vision is originally composed of resentment, the resentment in the world and the resentment in the Eternal Vision attract each other, they sense each other, and then use Jianmu to open the entrance of the Eternal Vision.

In the end, Feng Ye was alarmed, leading to the tragedy of the tree reaching the sky collapsing in the East China Sea a hundred years ago.

This also explains why the small island made of the soil sprinkled by Lingyun in the depths of the East China Sea died after the sky fire burned, and why there was no abnormality in the fragment of the building wood.

The resentment lingers for a long time, but the sky fire is the nemesis of this kind of evil spirit. The resentment and evil spirit are annihilated in the sky fire, and the soil loses its vitality and becomes an ordinary soil again. Jianmu was also purified and reborn.

"Brother, what's wrong with Xi Yang?" Fang Yang couldn't help asking.

Both Feng Ye and Hao Chen looked serious, they did not communicate with each other, and the truth about Xi Rang was already tacit.

But Fang Yang and Cao Zirui didn't have such a tacit understanding, and they didn't notice the flaw that Xi Rang showed at that moment, so the two of them were very at a loss about the current situation.

"It's nothing." Feng Ye didn't explain, he clapped his hands, wiped off the dirt on his hands, and ordered: "Dig out all the brown-red soil."

"Ah, all of them?" Fang Yang was a little surprised.

The body of the Xi Soil is actually not that big, and if you dig out all the brownish-red soil, it is estimated to be about a dozen kilograms.

But they don’t really need that much. Although they don’t know what Brother Waste Chai is looking for for the soil, but it’s just to plant some spiritual plants. For a huge tree like Jianmu, the soil needed is only a small handful. .

They also dug up a small handful, which was about the same.It is not advisable to exhaust the lake and fish, just like Ling Yun did not take away all the soil, such a treasure must be left for others.

Taking them all away would be a bit...too greedy.

So Fang Yang looked a little hesitant, and Cao Zirui also thought the same, and he also said: "Would it be too much to take them all away..."

But Feng Ye's decision was unquestionable, he repeated: "All."

It may be no problem to plant ordinary vegetation in this kind of soil with huge resentment, but if it is a spirit made of vegetation, the kind that gave birth to the seven emotions, it will definitely be affected by the resentment and hatred in it, just like a building fused with Ling Yun's heart. like wood.

Even if he doesn't have the ability to open the Eternal Vision and the passage to the heavens like Jianmu, the consequences are unpredictable.

Therefore, Feng Ye must destroy these soils, before these resentments become as powerful and indestructible as those in the Emberless Vision, destroy it.

As for the method of destruction, chopping with a knife and an axe is useless to the soil, only fire, sky fire.

But there was no fire on him, and he did not ignite the fire a hundred years ago, but Jianmu’s high-speed collapsing tree body in the process of crashing, and the high heat generated by friction with the aura belonging to the heavens in the air, and finally ignited. sky fire.

Skyfire is not something that ordinary people can ignite. Feng Ye can't do it, and Hao Chen can't do it either. This fish is almost dead in the dry air. It really makes him play with fire, and it's thousands of degrees higher than ordinary flames. Tianhuo, he probably turned into a dried fish first.

However, Feng Ye knew who to borrow the fire seeds from, and he had to bring these seeds back to the heaven.

Although Feng Ye had already repeated his decision, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui still didn't follow through immediately, so Hao Chen patted the two of them on the shoulder: "Listen to your senior brother, your senior brother has his own reasons for doing this." .”

Also, Brother Waste Chai is not a greedy person.Fang Yang thought to himself, even if he didn't know what the secret was in this place, Senior Brother Waste Chai refused to tell him and Cao Zirui, it's really exciting.

Fang Yang sighed, picked up the hilt of his sword, and started digging.

Cao Zirui thought for a while, and finally chose to trust Feng Ye, after all, this person saved him.He took out a cloth bag from the storage bag and helped Fang Yang pack the soil.

The two got busy, and Feng Ye was not idle either. He picked up the scabbard and helped Fang Yang.

Hao Chen stood aside waving his fan, and the scene now turned into only him doing nothing.

It is impossible to dig the soil, and it is impossible for fish with broken legs to go to this kind of dirty and tiring work.It's not enough to help fan the wind by the side, Hao Chen has already learned his lesson.

So... what else can he do to make himself appear less idle?

Hao Chen leaned on his chin with the fan handle, lost in thought.

While he was meditating, his eyes drifted to Feng Ye's face. He saw that there were some traces of mud on Feng Ye's face, so he bent down to help wipe it off without thinking.

However, just as his hand reached halfway, Feng Ye suddenly turned his face away, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were vigilant and sharp, so sharp that he almost felt cut by the blade the moment they looked at each other.

Hao Chen was stunned for a moment, but he also realized something instantly. This was the look in his eyes towards the enemy.From Feng Ye's pupils, he saw the shadow of a person behind him.

Hao Chen turned his head abruptly, his eyes looked up, and looked at the man who appeared like a ghost at some time, standing on the top of the tree, swaying in the wind with the swaying branches.

Lingyun.