Xiaogu climbed up from the cold, dry sand. The sun rising slowly on the horizon in the distance cast rays of light on its body, giving it a warm feeling.
Xiaogu thought about it out of habit, because it didn't like the sun in the past. When the sun came out in the ruins of the temple, it would hide under the rubble to avoid the sun.
There are bugs under the rubble, which will crawl onto its body and gnaw at its bones. But compared to the torment of the sun, the bugs don't seem to be intolerable, especially as its bones become harder and harder, and the bugs begin to chew on it. Not moving anymore.
But I don't know when it started, it discovered that it actually likes the sunshine. There is a king's aura in the sunshine.
While thinking about it, Xiaogu turned his gaze to the sky. There was a huge energy flow pouring down there, falling to the end of the horizon. It seemed that around the time that energy flow appeared, he started to like the sun. Why is this happening? ?
This was a complicated problem for Xiaogu, and he quickly threw it behind his head and walked briskly towards the woods ahead.
In the boundless desert, a large forest suddenly appeared. The trees on the edge were neatly arranged. It looked like they had been planted by someone. The farther you went in, the thicker they became. The thickest trees were surrounded by a world tree.
Xiaogu flexibly passed through various thick branches, roots, stumps, vines, dead branches, etc., and came to the foot of the World Tree. In an open space, he knelt down in a very standard posture.
First, he knelt on his knees, but kept his upper body straight, raised his head forty-five degrees, and looked at the World Tree above.
Then, lift your hands with the palms of your hands facing upward, sit your hip bones on your heels, and lean forward without moving your entire upper body.
It wasn't until his raised hands fell to the ground that his head accelerated and hit the ground, making a dull knocking sound.
At the same time, Xiao Gu’s soul sent out a devout prayer: Ouch——
The whole set of movements is very standard. Someone has obviously taught it. There are even special words for praying.
The World Tree rustled, as if answering Xiaogu's prayers. Buds popped up at the edge of the tree's roots, and soon grew into saplings half a meter tall as thick as a finger.
Xiao Gu climbed up, pulled up the saplings one by one, bundled them into a ball, walked outside, and then carefully planted them on the edge of the forest.
In this way, the sun rises and sets, spring passes and autumn comes, day after day, year after year, the woods expand day by day, become more and more lush, and turn into a forest.
It was the same day again. Xiaogu climbed up from the sand and nimbly walked through the increasingly dense forest to the foot of the World Tree.
As the forest continues to expand and the trees become denser and denser, it becomes more and more difficult for Xiaogu to walk through.
However, Xiaogu found that it was more convenient to pass through the treetops, so he learned to jump on the branches, and even grabbed the vines with his hands to swing over, without slowing down much.
On the contrary, it is more troublesome to go out, because you need to bring a large bundle of saplings with you, but Xiaogu has already thought of a way. If you can fly like a bird, wouldn't you be able to fly out from the tree crown?
How can we fly? Xiao Gu thought and thought and thought... isn't this just meditation?
Xiaogu also learned a lot of things. For example, as the distance from the World Tree gets farther and farther, the survival rate of saplings becomes lower and lower, but the survival rate of saplings with fewer leaves is higher.
So when it plants a tree, it will remove all the leaves from the sapling.
For another example, it discovered that the shorter the saplings were, the higher their survival rate was, so it dug the pit deeper and buried the saplings as deep into the soil as possible, leaving only a short section exposed.
Then it discovered that it was planted too low. When the wind blew at night, the saplings would be buried the next day.
So Xiaogu picked a lot of dead branches from the trees and inserted them around the sapling to protect it and prevent it from being buried. As long as it survived and grew taller, the sand could not bury it.
However, as more and more saplings were planted, the dead branches were quickly used up, so Xiaogu had to break off some fresh branches and leaves and found that they could be used.
Since fresh leaves can be used, can dead leaves also be used? If you can’t plant a dead leaf, can you bury it in the sand?
Just like this, Xiaogu slowly learned to bury dead leaves in the sand to create a protective circle for the saplings.
After circling around, Xiaogu discovered that as long as the protective rings of the two saplings were brought together, half of the circle could be saved, so Xiaogu changed the circle into a half circle, one half circle inside another half circle.
In this way, I kept encountering difficulties, kept learning new methods, and every time I prayed, some new ideas would come to me.
On this day, Xiaogu came to the World Tree as always, prayed in a standard posture, and then knelt on the ground devoutly.
Something different from usual happened, and the place where the small bone head hit shattered into a spider web and cracked.
Xiaogu tilted his head and pulled apart the broken parts. A question popped up in his empty mind: Why did the soil crack?
The place where the little bone's head hit was originally loose soil, not a stone. It's not stupid to hit the stone with its head. It's just that it has been touched for a long time and has been knocked solid, but its essence is still soil, so how can it crack?
After peeling away the broken pieces of mud, Xiao Gu found a piece of mud that looked like a book. It was quite easy to pick up. The cover, pages, and spine were all in place, but it was just made of mud.
Xiaogu tilted its head and remembered that Wang seemed to have a book, so it followed Wang's example and opened the cover.
If it were just a lump of mud like a book, the edge of the cover would fall off as soon as I lifted it. Unexpectedly, Xiaogu actually lifted the cover, and a ray of fluorescence emerged from the page, condensing the shadow of a brass dragon. .
The brass dragon looked left and right, and his eyes fell on Xiao Gu, and said in shock: "Xiao Gu? How did you become a golden skeleton? Is this a dimensional space? Why did the forest become so big? You planted it all? How long have you been planting?”
Xiaogu tilted his head.
Seeing it like this, Brass Dragon knew that his question was in vain, and got angry: "Why are you the same as Ange? Forget it, I'll see for myself."
I found a broken tree, counted the rings, and shouted in shock: "Twelve years? Have you lived here for twelve years? You don't know what a year is? It means hot, cold, cold, hot, one, two, three, four." ...Twelve times, right?”
Xiaogu counted on his fingers, and finally nodded.
The Brass Dragon took a breath: "Only two days have passed outside, but twelve years have passed here. No wonder my consciousness can't return to its original form... What are you doing, Ange?"
While muttering to himself, the sun rose to an oblique angle and shone in through the gaps in the leaves. It also attracted the Brass Dragon's attention and made it look out of the forest along the light.
Seeing the flow of energy pouring from the void to the end of the horizon, the Brass Dragon finally couldn't help but cursed: "Zobada, you dead skeleton, you use the time extension cord to extend the time and steal the eternal divine light." Fill your dimension with power?!"
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Outside the giant red ball, Nigris, whose consciousness returned to the brass dragon, explained the situation. The king immediately said: "The eternal divine light is dead."
