Qianwu Mountain is about 2,000 kilometers away from Cannes City. Even by plane, it takes several hours to fly, but under the speeding of the eighth-order monster, Mi Wan has seen the white snow of Qianwu Mountain from a distance in less than 30 minutes. Capped mountain.
At this time, the sky has turned white, and a dark red is slowly dyeing the white.
"Uncle, the sunrise is about to come." The little white fox, who had been kept warm by Mi Wan's arms, looked at the reddish sky and suddenly said.
"It's okay, it's too late." After saying that, the fiery red demon fox stepped hard, and the speed of the gallop was a little faster.
"Do you want to arrive before sunrise?" Mi Wan guessed.
"That's right, the festival of the demon clan is accompanied by the sunrise. Sit firmly, we are about to land." Quan Juncai's voice just fell, and his whole body disappeared into a dense cloud.
Mi Wan only felt that the whole person was shrouded in a layer of fog, and then his eyes darkened, and then the light came out, and the person came out again. The time was very short, only one second before and after, but her whole body was already covered with mist. Fortunately, with the hair ball in hand, Mi Wan didn't feel too cold.
When approaching the ground, Mi Wan took a look down. At a glance, I saw hundreds of animals of all kinds are lined up neatly on top of the snow-white. Among them, there are elephants, tigers, monkeys, giraffes, pigs, dogs, and others. Chickens have ducks… . Anyway, whether it is birds or beasts, whether it is domestic or wild, you can find it on this mountain top. Just like a big collection of farmers farms and zoos.
They were forming a huge circle, but there was no altar in the center of the circle as Mi Wan thought, but just a high ground.
Is this the altar that hasn't been set up yet? Mi Wan thought suspiciously.
When Quan Juncai fell, the demons below all looked up at the same time. Being stared at by hundreds of demons like this, Mi Wan suddenly felt a long-lost nervousness.
However, it's just a little bit of a monster, isn't it a bit less
"Are the demons who can come here to participate in the festival, are they all demons with heads and faces from the demon clan?" Mi Wan couldn't help asking.
"No, these monsters are all employees of our All Things Group. Most of the other monsters of the monster tribe stay in their own clan." Quan Juncai landed on the ground, and while putting Mi Wan down, he explained, "The festival of the monster tribe does not You must surround the altar, and after the festival begins, the blessings of nature will be blown all over the land of China with the spring breeze, as long as it is a monster, you can feel it everywhere."
"Oh." Mi Wan nodded understandingly, it seems that this ceremony should be the welfare that Fan Chen gave to their company's employees.
"Master Mi, just stay here, I'm going to the fox clan." Quan Juncai said.
"Okay." Mi Wan was standing on top of a raised rock at this time. Although she was standing outside the circle surrounded by the demon clan, she was standing so high that it didn't affect her vision.
"You can let me down." The little white fox struggled a few times and motioned Mi Wan to let him down.
"Little white fox, I have a life-saving grace for you anyway. In such a cold day, do you have the nerve to let me stand here by myself to blow the wind?" Mi Wan nodded the little white fox's head, but Quan Juncai just said, standing The location does not affect the power of the demon clan to receive blessings, so wherever the little white fox stands is the same. If the closer she stands, the better the effect, she is naturally embarrassed to let the little white fox stay with her.
The little white fox froze, and he asked fiercely, "I know it's cold, why don't you wear more clothes when you go out?"
"You hairy family don't understand, wearing too many clothes will make you uncomfortable." Mi Wan laughed.
The little white fox was extremely aggrieved, and his black eyes looked to his uncle for help.
However, Quan Juncai didn't seem to understand, he raised his front paws and patted his nephew's little head as comfort, so he left on his own. Immediately, a voice sent by demon power quietly fell into the ears of the little white fox: "You can't blame uncle for not helping you, Xiao Rui, as a little white fox with natural charm, you have to get used to your own charm. Small, it's just to be liked. When you grow up, you will truly understand the dangers of this world. Uncle is training you, don't take it lightly when you think you are a boy."
"..." The little white fox froze, and the white fur all over his body exploded.
"Hey, why is it frying? Forget it, if you don't like it, you can go with your uncle." Mi Wan saw that the little white fox was furious, and thought about not teasing it.
"Don't go." The little white fox suddenly twisted his head and buried himself in Mi Wan's arms.
Is this, suddenly willing to stay
Mi Wan didn't wonder for too long, and his attention was attracted by a sudden bang. The mountain suddenly began to vibrate, but it was not strong, as if something huge was coming out of the ground.
Mi Wan turned his head to look at the center of the open space, accompanied by a huge and familiar demonic force, and saw a green vine suddenly grow on the hillside that had been empty. As it rises, the momentum seems to grow into the sky, breaking the world.
Can you finally see Fan Chen's original form? !
Mi Wan thought a little excitedly, she always knew that Fan Chen's body was a tree, but she was still curious about what kind of tree Fan Chen's body was. Now that he had the chance to see it with his own eyes, Mi Wan held his breath and waited ahead without even blinking his eyes.
It's a pity that Fan Chen didn't turn into the original shape as she wished. The vines that covered the sky stopped growing when they reached a certain height, and then it was like a huge green flower bud, the first ray of sunshine on the day of the beginning of spring. Slowly blooming.
Huge vines spread out on the ground, forming a circular space with a size of dozens of square meters. Fan Chen with white clothes and green belt, long hair and golden crown, and holding a staff, appeared in the middle.
huh~~
A gust of mountain wind blew, lifting the complicated sacrificial robes, and also the crisp bells on the staff. After a series of jingle bells, Fan Chen moved. He raised the staff in his hand, exercised his demonic power, and then slammed on the ground.
After a muffled sound of "Boom!", the demonic power released through the staff flowed around along the huge vines, and wherever the demonic power passed, countless small flowers bloomed in the wind. If someone can look down from the sky at this time, they must be able to see that the direction in which the flower paths are blooming is forming an extremely complex sacrificial graphic.
At the moment when the sacrificial pictures and texts were completed, the sun was completely exposed from behind the clouds, and the snow on the top of the mountain reflected a dazzling light, which made people squinted subconsciously. At the same time, a mysterious and distant voice suddenly sounded between the heavens and the earth, as if someone was muttering to themselves, and at the same time as if they were singing. What did the voice say.
This is Fan Chen reading the sacrificial text.
Following the chanting of the sacrificial text, Fan Chen's body also moved. Holding his staff, he danced in the center of the altar with mysterious and ancient steps. The greenery floating on the hem of the clothes seems to be the most prosperous life in this world, melting the snow all over the place.
This is not a metaphor, but a real scene. The thin layer of snow on the top of the mountain is melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye, merging into small streams, gurgling down the mountain. In just a few breaths of time, the top of the mountain that was originally covered with ice and snow turned into wet land, as if there would be green buds burrowing out of the ground at any time.
"Jingle bell~~"
Another bell rang again, and along with the long and mysterious ritual, a new force came from the center of the altar, and then melted into the wind. The wind was gentle and warm, as if with infinite joy and vitality, it gently brushed this mountain top and everything on the top of the mountain.
Suddenly, a slight, as if something was breaking the ground, came from under his feet, Mi Wan couldn't help but looked down curiously, only to see a small grass struggling to break through the ground. Then came the second plant, the third plant... Mi Wan couldn't help but raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see a vibrant greenery spreading rapidly. It was as if there was an invisible big hand, smeared with a touch of green, and wiped it down fiercely.
"It's so comfortable." The little white fox in Mi Wan's arms couldn't help squinting, every hair on its body was feeling the blessing of the wind, as if a big gentle hand was stroking him, and exhorting softly Dao: Be healthy~
woohoo~~
The sound of the wind was not actually loud, but its sound fell on the ears of every monster, and it also blew from the top of Qianwu Mountain to the entire Shenzhou Continent.
In the old house, butler Ye managed to find the little squirrel pine nuts on the windowsill of the room on the second floor. The pine nuts were squatting on the windowsill, holding a nut in his hand, but he didn't eat it. He closed his eyes and faced the wind blowing. direction. The fluff on his body was shaking slightly in the wind.
"Songzi, why did you hide here?" Butler Ye wanted to pick up Songzi, but Songzi gently avoided him.
"What's wrong?" Butler Ye asked in confusion.
"Jiji~~" Xiao Songzi called a few times in the direction of the wind.
"Are you blowing your hair?" Butler Ye understood miraculously, he didn't insist on holding the pine nuts, but lay on the windowsill with it, letting the wind blow his half-white hair, "The wind is very comfortable today, look The weather is going to get warmer.”
"Geechi~~" Xiao Songzi nodded vigorously.
"You are very happy today." Butler Ye found that the little squirrel seemed to be happy about something.
"jiji~~" Xiao Songzi hugged the nuts and continued to narrow her eyes comfortably.
In the Wishing Square, the Sanskrit Tree shook its body comfortably, letting the spring breeze baptize every leaf on its body. It felt that this year's spring breeze was especially warm, and this year it will definitely grow many more leaves than in previous years. It can also realize the wishes of more people.
"Swish... Swish..."
"Hey, the wind is so comfortable." Under the tree, someone suddenly said.
"Yes, yes, I feel that the whole person's mood has improved." Others echoed.
"Then let's make a wish quickly, maybe today's wishing tree will be extraordinarily spiritual." Another said.
In an old community, the old man went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and came back. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a big dog squatting on the steps of the courtyard, curled up comfortably.
"Mao Mao, why did he suddenly change back to his original form?" the old man asked curiously. Since Mao Mao can transform into a human form, this is the first time the old man has seen his grandson change back to a dog form.
"I want to blow my hair." The big dog's mouth made a clear boyish voice.
"Then blow it, don't tell me, the wind is quite comfortable today." The old man said again, "The sun is not bad, you also tan your hair, and I'll brush your hair after you finish cooking later."
When the big dog saw the old man enter the house, his whole body fell down again, lying comfortably on his stomach. The tail swayed and swayed, and it was not comfortable.
In an apartment near S University, Guan Li was holding his sister Guan Tong, and the two of them turned into cats, lying on the window sill more than 20 years high. The two cats were nesting together, the big cat curled the kitten, squinting and blowing the air quietly.
"Brother, this year's wind is more comfortable than last year's." Guan Tong whispered.
"Yes." Guan Li responded with a smile.
At the same time, in every corner of China, whether it is deep mountains and old forests, prosperous cities, or deep seabeds, all the monsters seem to feel this warm power. They almost stopped all activities at the same time, and they were all quiet and felt. With this spring breeze. Even the old turtle who had just fallen asleep in the depths of the East China Sea couldn't help but wake up. He raised his head and felt it for a moment, then said warmly, "It seems that there will be a good spring this year."
On the top of Qianwu Mountain, Mi Wan was already stunned by the sight in front of her. Although she could not clearly perceive the blessings in this warm wind like the demon clan, it did not prevent her from feeling the relaxation of her body and mind. and pleasure.
It has only been half an hour since the sacrifice began, and several hilltops around Qianwu Mountain have faintly emerged green. She clearly remembers that when she just flew over, the slightly shorter hilltops were all vast and vast. A piece of yellow.
In the past, Fan Chen always told her that the monsters are natural elves. Although Mi Wan believed it, she didn't have a deep understanding. At this time, watching the scene of spring returning to the earth, Mi Wan had a deep understanding of what it means to be natural. Elf.
Fan Chen, it's really amazing.
Mi Wan couldn't help turning his head and looked at the center of the altar, the man who was still reciting the sacrificial text. Fan Chen's body is still dancing, his steps are not complicated, but Mi Wan can't remember how, the heavy and complicated clothes are lifted over and over again, and the crisp bells are ringing rhythmically, as if the sacrificial text is the best Combined soundtrack.
There was another crisp sound, and Fan Chen, who had turned around, suddenly turned around and faced Mi Wan's direction.
Fan Chen at this time is really too good-looking, Mi Wan wanted to take pictures of Fan Chen's appearance several times, but every time Fan Chen turned around, she would be tempted by the beauty to forget what she was holding in her hand. The phone, it wasn't until Fan Chen turned around again that he thought of it angrily again.
Finally, as the complicated ceremony was coming to an end, Fan Chen settled on the altar, his eyes were calm, and he looked at the demon clan below. Then, a towering giant tree appeared behind him.
That is... Mi Wan stood up excitedly, it must be the phantom of Fan Chen's original form, damn it, why can't it be more obvious, only a rough outline.
Mi Wan put her toes on her toes, wishing she could rush closer to take a closer look, but she also knew in her heart that the phantom would not be any clearer, no matter how close she got. Even getting closer, she probably couldn't even see the outline of this phantom.
It is an incomparably tall tree, like a giant pillar standing between heaven and earth. There are countless branches extending outward from the sturdy trunk, but because it is too illusory, it merges with the sky. Makes it unreal. In the meantime, there are countless huge leaves exuding dazzling brilliance, showing the master's unshakable power, standing brazenly.
Mi Wan couldn't help but raised his head, wanting to see the highest point of the phantom, but the higher he went, the less real it became. In desperation, she could only withdraw her gaze and fall on the phantom's body. There was even a look of admiration on her face that she couldn't take back, but when she touched Fan Chen's body, she suddenly felt freeze.
I saw a dense mass of black energy, like a pitch-black drill bit, spinning out from Fan Chen's chest at a high speed. After treating her for more than half a year, it was not easy to heal such a small wound, and it suddenly tore apart. .
Fan Chen's hand holding the staff unconsciously tightened, but there was no ripple on his face. He tried his best to maintain his posture so that the ceremony could end smoothly. At this moment, he suddenly felt a scorching gaze falling straight on him.
Who dared to look at him like this during the festival
Fan Chen frowned, looked over, and immediately saw a pair of angry black eyes.
Fan Chen was startled: Mi Wan, why is she here
Mi Wan looked at him from a distance, pointed to the direction of his chest, and asked with his lips: Why is this happening
Fan Chen lowered his eyes, hiding the surprise in his eyes, returning to the initial indifference, as if he hadn't seen Mi Wan and continued the ceremony. In the end, the last word of the sacrificial text fell, and at the same time, the phantom of the towering giant tree disappeared and returned to Fan Chen's body. But Mi Wan clearly saw that the leaves that were full of brilliance did not become more dazzling because of the end of the sacrifice, but rather dimmed a lot.
What's going on? Why is Fan Chen's body weakening when every monster seems to be benefiting endlessly
At the end of the sacrifice, Fan Chen turned around, moved his staff, and the altar and his body turned into countless green leaves in a wave of demon power, floating in the air.
At this time, all the monsters on the top of the mountain seemed to be awake. They all fell down and nodded their heads to express their gratitude to the fallen leaves that were too late. Even the little white fox in Mi Wan's arms jumped to the ground struggling, bowed his knees and bowed his head in gratitude for this ceremony.
When the green leaves were completely dispersed, the monsters on the top of the mountain gradually dispersed. Their companions in twos and threes, the demon clan with flying ability and the demon clan without flying ability disappeared on the top of the mountain in an instant. After a while, only Mi Wan and the fox demon uncle and nephew were left on the entire Qianwu Mountain.
The fiery red fox demon picked up the little white fox, raised his neck and threw his nephew onto his back, then walked to Mi Wan with brisk steps, and asked with a smile, "Master Mi, isn't the ceremony good."
"It's really good." Mi Wan nodded.
"Although you are a human, you can't feel the blessings of nature to the demon clan, but if you can feel it up close, you should also gain something." Quan Juncai asked.
"Not only the harvest, but also the fright." Mi Wan said quietly.
"Huh?" Quan Juncai wondered, "What scares?"
Mi Wan looked at the red fox in front of him, and found that there was pure doubt in his eyes, obviously he didn't notice anything unusual about Fan Chen. Could it be that only you can see the wound on Fan Chen's chest
"It's nothing." Mi Wan gently shook his head while thinking.
"Then let's go back." Quan Juncai looked at the sky and said, "Go back now, just in time for lunch."
"Let's go first." Mi Wan said suddenly.
"How will you go back if we leave?" Quan Juncai was puzzled, then looked back at the direction of the altar just now as if he had thought of something, with a wicked smile, he said clearly, "Okay, then let's go first."
Saying that, the flaming red fox demon rushed forward a few steps, and the whole body rushed out from the cliff, vacated, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.
There was no one else on the top of the mountain at this time, Mi Wan jumped off the big rock, stepped on the soft grass that was born under her feet, and walked step by step to the place where Fan Chen disappeared just now, facing the air, and asked softly, "I need to call you. Call, will you come out again?"
As soon as the words fell, Fan Chen's figure appeared in front of Mi Wan out of thin air. He was still wearing that complicated sacrificial dress, and his long hair was still loose, but the staff was gone.
"Why are you here?" Fan Chen looked at the girl in front of him with a complicated expression.
"Quan Jun just invited me here." Mi Wan replied.
Although he had already guessed it, when he heard Quan Juncai's name, Fan Chen couldn't help but scolded in his heart: An eventful fox.
"With such an ugly face, you don't welcome me?" Mi Wan asked.
"No." Fan Chen shook his head.
"That's because the injury is too severe and it hurts?" Mi Wan looked at Fan Chen's chest, although the black energy was not as violent as before, it was still eroding Fan Chen's chest.
"It's fine, just rest for a while." Fan Chen covered his chest, preventing Mi Wan from seeing the black energy on it.
"Then if it's not a big deal, can you please explain why in a sacrificial ceremony, all the demon races have improved their physical and demon powers, but you are the only one who... looks like this." Mi Wan asked directly.
"Because I am a sacrificer and preside over the ceremony, I need to consume a lot of demon power." Fan Chen explained.
"The injury on your body came from hosting the festival every year, right?" Mi Wan felt that his guess was extremely reasonable. With Fan Chen's cultivation, there was almost no power in this world that could hurt him. But if this power is the loss caused by the festival, then it is more reasonable.
Fan Chen smiled and did not refute, even if he admitted it.
"Why do you have to have this ceremony?" If every time you perform a ceremony, you have to damage your body, then there must be a reason why Fan Chen must do it.
"This is originally my duty." Fan Chen replied.
"The duty of the demon king?"
"No." Fan Chen shook his head and asked without answering, "Every spring, do you know which plant is the first to sense spring?"
Mi Wan shook his head.
"It's me." Fan Chen smiled, "Every year, I am the first to sense spring. Every leaf on my body can sense it. Then there is a voice that tells me, hurry up. Tell other creatures this news, and let the whole world know that spring is here."
Gifted mission? ! Such a word suddenly popped out of Mi Wan's mind for no reason.
"Wan Wan, do you know? Everything in this world has a reason for its existence, but only a few people can sense it. Those who can sense it, he knows what to do? And people who can't sense it. , is also doing this unknowingly, this is called a natural mission." This is a passage that her master said to her when she was very young.
"In the past, I only needed to shake the leaves to spread the news, but now the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is too weak, I can only convey it through rituals." Fan Chen looked at the mountains in the distance, and said slowly, " You are not a demon clan, you don’t understand how important the spring breeze is to the demon clan every year.”
"But how long can you last like this?" Mi Wan asked worriedly. During a ceremony, the black hole in Fan Chen's chest expanded by a third. At this speed, Fan Chen could preside over several festivals.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Fan Chen said lightly, "When the spring wind blows, the grass turns green, and the flowers and plants bloom, I will receive a gift from nature, and the wound will be repaired soon."
"If it will be repaired, why is your chest still hurt?" Mi Wan asked.
"Because... not all plants and trees have the opportunity to repay me." Fan Chen said softly.
Not all plants and trees have the opportunity to give back? What's the meaning