The rising sun is golden, the distant mountains are green, and the winding path climbs over the mountains, pointing to the sky with no end in sight.
On the mountain road, the footsteps are brisk and the sound of chewing is crisp.
"Wow, it smells so good, it's so delicious. Woohoo..."
Panda Wanwan held a piece of jade-like bamboo leaf and nibbled it slowly, reluctant to devour it, so that the wonderful aroma could slowly melt and spread in his mouth.
It was so happy that it shed tears.
The spiritual flowers and spiritual fruits that I had been wandering around for so many years and tried so hard to grab were regarded as treasures at the time, but compared with the bamboo leaves in front of me, they were as inferior as the wild fruits on the roadside.
As long as you go to Beishan, you can eat such good leaves - so why bother wandering? It wants to live there forever!
Wanwan cried while eating, and asked cautiously:
"Beishan Zhizhu, you won't lie to me, right? Isn't this just a dream again?"
It has learned that the red fox that easily crushed it was just a little demon. The reason why it was so powerful was entirely because Beishan Zhizhu secretly helped.
"Dream?"
Zhu An broke away from the red fox's body, turned back into an invisible divine thought, and chuckled in Maruwan's ear, "If this is a dream, then what you should do is-hope that you will never wake up."
"It seems right." Even if it was a dream, it was a rare and beautiful dream. Maruwan nodded in agreement, and then continued to chew the leaves in his mouth.
It eats very seriously, with a firm gaze, as if every bite has extremely important meaning.
Zhu An looked at this little guy and felt quite satisfied.
Just now, he gave Maruwan a chance to choose——
If Marumaru follows him out of the valley, he will be truly cultivated and is expected to become a top powerhouse in the future and change the fate of the iron-eating clan.
If Wanwan had not left, Zhu An would still try to bring it back to Beishan, but it would only be to raise it so that the blood of his old friend could be passed on.
It is both a test and a fate.
Over the past few thousand years, Zhu An has given similar opportunities many times, but very few have been able to seize them.
Maruwan is undoubtedly a lucky man.
"How far can this little guy grow?" Zhu An felt that he could look forward to it a little.
If the Iron-eating King appears again, it will undoubtedly cause an uproar. The former genocide murderers may not be able to sleep, and they can only crawl out of their hidden graves and try to eradicate the roots.
This will also be an interesting thing for Zhu An.
At the same time, Maruwan was also thinking about a question:
Plant creatures that can become spirits often have very long lifespans. From this point of view, it may have misunderstood before - this bamboo that has lived for an unknown number of years may have really seen the ancestor of the iron-eating clan!
When he thought of this, Maruwan couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked:
"Beishan Zhizhu, what does the ancestor of our iron-eating beast look like? How strong is it? What happened back then?"
Even his mother can't tell the truth about the decline of the iron-eating clan. This is the secret that Maruwan wants to know the most.
Zhu An smiled and asked: "Ancestor of the iron-eating beast? Have I seen it?"
"Huh? You've obviously said before that you -" Maruwan's eyes widened in confusion. Before he could finish his words, his vision became blurry and his memory began to become blurry.
"W-what did you say before?"
"What did I just want to say?"
In the end, Wanwan touched his little head blankly, having forgotten everything, and continued to eat the bamboo leaf.
Zhu An also pretended that nothing had happened.
Some things are too far away from Maruwan's realm, and knowing them too early is not a good thing.
For the weak, faith is likely to be shattered when the enemy is discovered to be too formidable and seemingly invincible. Even if you can hold on, the inner pressure will become a heavy burden.
It's better to forget it first.
The timid red fox Hongyun had long since regained consciousness and was leading the way, so he heard this strange conversation clearly.
God, what kind of method is this!
It was so horrified that it couldn't help but look back, only to see Panda Maru Wan gnawing on bamboo leaves as if nothing had happened.
Maruwan caught a glimpse of Hongyun turning around and rolled his eyes with dark circles, "What are you looking at?"
It was this insidious little fox who secretly went to Beishan to inform, and attracted the mysterious old bamboo. As a result, he lost his freedom and lived a happy and miserable life of eating high-quality bamboo leaves.
Do I still need to thank it?
Maru Wan opened his mouth angrily and bit into it viciously. He found that the leaves were almost eaten away, and the corners of his mouth twitched in distress.
Zhu An also looked at Hongyun who was frightened and frightened, and said with a smile:
"You too, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear."
Immediately, Hongyun's eyes became confused, forgetting the conversation just now, and silently turned back, continuing to lead Maruwan.
Many things that happened in the past involved taboos between heaven and earth and were buried in the dust of history.
Those who try to spy will eventually turn into dust.
So even if Zhu An wanted to say it, he could only tell it to himself.
"The ancestor of the iron-eating beast clan is a very stinky, but also very free and easy monster."
Three thousand years ago, Beishan.
The ancestor of the iron-eating beast, a giant panda three feet tall, is using his sharp claws to cut off the slender bamboo poles, then gather them into circles and weave them into a huge bamboo hat.
It put the large hat on its head, which was more than ten feet wide, pressed the edge with its paws, walked to the lake and looked down, feeling very satisfied.
"This king is so handsome."
"The quality of the bamboo grown by Brother Zhu is also good. It should be enough to last for a while."
The iron-eating beast ancestor took out another thick bamboo tube, pried open the top and poured it into his mouth. The clear amber liquid rolled down like a string of jade beads, and the aroma of the wine spread like mist.
After drinking it in one gulp, the ancestor of the iron-eating beast shook his head in intoxication and kept praising:
"Wonderful."
"Although I was the one who figured out the recipe for this bamboo tube wine, only the bamboo tube wine brewed by Brother Zhu himself can be called the best in the world."
"Me meeting Brother Zhu is like a fish meeting water. It's really a great blessing for demon students. You should drink a full cup!"
After speaking, he shook the empty bamboo tube, stretched his head eagerly, and looked at a lone arrow bamboo next to him.
"Brother Zhu..."
Zhu An said angrily: "You drank it all, let's do it next time."
The ancestor of the iron-eating beast could only sigh, playing with the bamboo tube regretfully, and muttering:
"They say drinking is addictive. I drink every day, but why don't I feel addicted?"
The mountain wind is getting colder, and dark clouds are slowly spreading in the sky.
Zhu An was silent for a long time and reminded in a low voice:
"My breakthrough this time is at least ten years away."
"The son of a dragon and a phoenix is too powerful and has a violent temper. If you go now, you will die."
"If you die, there will be no more bamboo wine to drink."
The iron-eating beast ancestor looked narcissistic and said indifferently:
"If I don't go, who can go? If the sky falls, only a fierce demon king like me can hold it up."
"Brother Zhu, don't rush to the realm. It's easy to get into trouble. It's better to practice slowly. With the treasure you gave me, let's see how I can turn things around in this battle."
After saying that, it straightened the bamboo hat on its head, threw away the bamboo tube containing the wine, threw away its arms gracefully, and strode down the mountain.
Halfway through, the world-famous demon king paused and sighed inexplicably:
"As soon as I leave, brother Zhu, your life will be lonely again."
Zhu An was slightly startled.
Immediately afterwards, I heard it become proud again:
"Without a proud man like me, who in this world is worthy of Brother Zhu's bamboo tube wine? You have to save it for me."
Zhu An laughed and scolded: "You hurry up and leave."
In the gentle breeze and drizzle, a demon king wearing a bamboo hat, walking on the moss, climbed over the mountain and disappeared into the vast horizon...
Three thousand years later, on the path to Beishan, Zhu An looked at the skinny little panda Wanwan and sighed silently:
"I really want to drink bamboo wine."
Under the setting sun, in the clear blue sky, the shadow of the eagle finally appeared.
