Mobo helped her walk to the old tree on the side: "Let's rest for a while first!"
Yuan Qiu sat down on a clean bluestone, leaning against an old tree with his back and closed his eyes to meditate.
Mobo handed over the water bag: "Drink some water!"
She opened her eyes and took it, thanked her, and just unplugged the bag to take a sip when she suddenly smelled a strange fragrance coming from a distance.
"What kind of scent is this?" she asked.
Mo Bo took a deep breath and sighed: "It smells so good, it seems to be the fragrance of osmanthus. It's really strange. On this cold winter day, even though it's like spring here all year round, it's not the season when osmanthus blooms!"
Yuan Qiu squinted his eyes and took another deep sniff, and sighed: "This fragrance can only be found in heaven, how many times can you smell it in the world? This fragrance is so strong, it must not be an ordinary laurel tree, why don't we go and have a look."
Uncle Mo saw that she was in high spirits, but he couldn't displease her, so he happily went.
The two of them walked around the old tree, looking for the scent, and got into a bush behind the old tree.
They walked through the bushes, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger, as if it was not far away in front of them. However, no matter how they walked or how long they walked, they could not pass through the bushes and returned to the starting point again and again. Quit but can't find the way back.
Mobo looked panicked and asked anxiously: "Could it be that we have encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall?"
Yuan Qiu shook his head: "The theory of ghosts hitting the wall cannot be believed at all. It is an illusion of gods and ghosts."
Mobo looked troubled: "Then why is this? Why can't you get out?"
Yuan Qiu looked at the dwarf trees around her. They seemed to be neatly arranged, but also seemed to be chaotic. They were quite different from ordinary woods. She suddenly thought of a strange dream she had had that day when she formed a contract with Yuhuan.
She turned around and asked Mo Bo: "Mo Bo, you are well-informed, have you ever heard of the Qimen Dunjia Technique?"
Mo Bo nodded: "I have heard of it. Nowadays, there are very few people who know the art of Qimen Dunjia. They can be said to be very rare. And in this world, the person who is most proficient in this art is the one who was six hundred years ago. God Lord, he is the only one who dares to claim to be very proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia, and future generations can only scratch the surface of it."
She nodded and said: "Look at the place we are in, is it a formation? Because we are walking randomly, we can't get out."
Mo Bo looked around and suddenly said: "What you said does sound similar, but I'm just curious, who would set up such a formation here? What would happen if someone who doesn't understand the formation breaks in? "
Yuan Qiu said: "We were attracted here by the fragrance of osmanthus. I guess the activation of this formation is also related to the fragrance of this osmanthus."
Osmanthus, osmanthus
A picture suddenly appeared in her mind, showing the river filled with golden osmanthus and fragrant October.
In her dream that day, she dreamed that she went to a forest, and in that forest, there was a very exquisite Qimen Dunjia technique that blocked her path. Finally, she was prompted by a mysterious voice to pass through the obstacles, and again Entering a cave, there are four murals in the cave, one of which is a mural depicting the golden osmanthus in October.
She closed her eyes and recalled the mural carefully.
Although the picture was extremely clear, she couldn't see why. There was a huge golden osmanthus plant in the painting, filled with sweet and attractive light golden flowers. The wind blew and the flowers fell. The wind was mixed with the fragrance of the osmanthus, and it was elegant. Full of rivers.
She thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. When she opened her eyes, Mobo was sitting under a short tree, drowsy.