As the night grew darker, several canoes shuttled back and forth on the lake, and people returned to the island carrying a large amount of prey, fruits, and medicinal herbs.
Three blue full moons quietly appeared in the sky, with a hint of chilly moonlight shining brightly on the sky. Ji Hao sat cross-legged on a big branch, playing with the Daoyun fruits picked a few days ago, watching quietly The direction of the island.
There are some dandelion-like plants planted on the island. At night, these plants spray out a large number of seeds when the night wind blows. The seeds floating in the wind emitted a faint white light, illuminating the entire island very brightly.
The sound of laughter and laughter came in the wind, and Ji Hao's sharp eyes saw a pair of handsome men and women holding hands, leaving the village on the island and sneaking into the long grass outside the village. The grass swayed rhythmically, occasionally scaring out a few timid little beasts.
Ji Hao looked at this interesting scene with a smile, which reminded him of the past in the Southern Wilderness Jungle. The bold boys and girls in the tribe also pursue their own happiness passionately and straightforwardly.
Xiao Lu lay in a daze in the grass under the big tree, nibbling on the young grass. Dark green runes flashed across his body from time to time, and he was digesting the Daoyun Fruit that Ji Hao fed him. It was obvious that his qualifications were not very good. After several days, he was still trying to absorb the secrets of the laws contained in the fruit.
The Daoyun Fruit in his hand was heavy, and there was a rich power contained in it that was so hot that it almost exploded. After Ji Hao played with it for a while, he opened his mouth, threw the whole fruit into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
The round tripod in his lower abdomen erupted with a burst of colorful divine light, and the Daoyun Fruit was swallowed by the round tripod.
After about a quarter of an hour, streams of dark green Taoist rhyme like streams flowed out of the round tripod, turning into exquisite runes that swirled towards Ji Hao's soul.
A breeze blew quietly around Ji Hao, and Ji Hao's body was enveloped in a faint green light.
As Ji Hao's soul continued to analyze the world's "Law of Wood" contained in the Daoyun Fruit, Ji Hao felt that the rejection of him by the surrounding world was extremely slowly decreasing. His understanding of the world gradually strengthened, and he gained a little more control over the wind, thunder and other powers derived from the law of wood in this world.
By analogy, or in other words, stones from other mountains can attack jade. Ji Hao took this Daoyun fruit, which strengthened his understanding of the world. At the same time, he understood the Dao laws of the innate Jiamu and acquired Yimu in the big world to which he belongs. There is also a bit more understanding.
What made Ji Hao even more satisfied was that after the round tripod in his lower abdomen refined the Daoyun Fruit, an extremely large amount of chaotic energy was released. Ji Hao took it into his body, and his whole body felt hot again, and his veins and witches were The acupoints were strengthened again.
It took Xiaolu several days to digest the Daoyun Fruit, but Ji Hao only took a quarter of an hour to fully absorb it.
"It's interesting!" Ji Hao threw the last Daoyun Fruit into his mouth, continued to close his eyes, and quietly comprehended the strange power of spiritual wood in this world.
Time passed little by little, and Ji Hao accurately calculated the time according to his heartbeat.
There are approximately sixteen hours in a day and night in this world. There are eight hours in the day and exactly eight hours in the night. Ji Hao silently counted, and three hours after the three full moons rose, he suddenly swayed, and nimbly rode a breeze to fly against the lake to the opposite island.
Xiao Lu, who was lying under the tree, raised his head and glanced at Ji Hao in surprise. Then he shook his head and continued to lie in the grass nest eating young grass.
Gently crossing the lake more than ten miles wide, with the breeze surrounding his body, Ji Hao landed silently, invading the woods on the island like a ghost and entering the villages established by these indigenous people.
According to the general characteristics of intelligent creatures, the more important people and buildings will be placed at the core of their settlements. Ji Hao carefully walked between the big trees and continued to dive deeper into the island.
From the countless hanging wooden houses overhead, the faint murmurs of the indigenous people in their dreams could be heard. From the huge bird's nest mixed with the wooden houses, the clear chirping of baby birds could occasionally be heard. The natives also set up sentry posts in some places, and some people vigilantly monitored the surroundings at night, but no one noticed Ji Hao's movement.
In the long grass, there are many small animals that look like mice, about three feet long, and have exaggeratedly large noses. These little beasts were obviously spiritual beasts kept by the natives to keep watch at night. They raised their heads from time to time, their noses twitching rapidly, trying to identify the various smells in the night wind.
Ji Hao's body was comparable to that of the Witch Emperor, and his control over himself had reached an extremely terrifying level. After the pores all over his body were closed, not a single breath of Ji Hao's body leaked out. In addition, after taking two Daoyun Fruits, he was surrounded by a refreshing breeze, making it impossible for any odor to escape.
He invaded all the way without disturbing any humans or animals, and easily reached the center of the island.
There is an extremely thick tree growing here, with a trunk diameter of more than a hundred feet, like a huge mushroom, firmly planted on the ground. Under the big tree, the natives built a spacious wooden house. Through the open door, Ji Hao saw a wooden statue enshrined in the wooden house. The statue was filled with flowers, fruits and various animal meat tributes.
Divine consciousness enveloped the wooden house. There was nothing strange inside or outside the wooden house, which was twenty feet away. There were no ambushes, no traps, and no mana fluctuations. Only in the corner of the wooden house, there was an old man with green hair that was almost black, sitting quietly cross-legged. His eyes were closed, his breath was long, and he was obviously in a deep state of trance.
In front of the old man, a thick book made of animal skin was placed on a small wooden table. Ji Hao faintly felt the subtle fluctuations of mana from the book.
In addition to the books, there is also a long and narrow dagger shaped like a leaf on the table. The dark green dagger spurts out strong winds from time to time, and the light green strong wind visible to the naked eye swirls around the old man with a 'whooshing' sound. Son, the old man's long hair and beard are fluttering in the strong wind from time to time.
Ji Hao's consciousness carefully observed the dagger.
The old man is practicing, so this dagger is the defensive restriction he has arranged for his practice
However, the power of this short sword is not that great. Although I don’t know what the material of the short sword is, judging from the power aura exuded by the short sword, it is probably similar to the one forged by the shaman priests of the Fire Crow Department. It is equivalent to a low-grade witchcraft with about twenty runes.
Ji Hao smiled, walked lightly into the wooden house, quietly walked up to the old man, and grabbed the dagger.
(End of chapter)