Reverend Insanity: Section VII: Becoming the Leader
Three poles in the sun, blue sky and white clouds.
The sun shines on the earth, the Huanglong River rolls in a long stream, and the dense forest on the riverside gathers into a green ocean.
On the canopy of the beast-catcher tree, vines are attached, and eight or nine leaves are caged, like a river mussel converging, standing high.
Suddenly, one of the cages trembled suddenly.
噗.
A bright red moon blade flew out from inside, breaking through the blade.
A young girl, dressed in light robes, covered with a layer of white virtual armor, and emerged from the leaf cage.
She is agile, with her toes on the branch a few times, leaping continuously, and finally landed safely on the ground.
It is Bai Ningbing.
During the whole process, the beast tree was motionless and dead.
Bai Ningbing glanced at this beast-catcher tree, his heart could not help but emerge yesterday, Fang Yuan took care of her words.
"For any prey trapped, the trap tree will not attack again. Because the beast that can escape traps is no longer able to deal with the trap tree. Although the trap tree has no wisdom, this evolved instinct, Make it more adaptable to survival. "
"A sneeze."
Bai Ningbing couldn't help sneezing. She rubbed her nose and looked around.
Most of this beast-catching forest has leaf cages held high above the canopy, like a turquoise shell.
"It looks like the **** smell on the shoal has attracted many beasts. The beast hunting woods were quite harvested last night." Bai Ningbing pondered in his heart while moving his limbs and shaking his head.
She slept uncomfortably last night, the crocodile was hard, and it was cold at night. Although extremely tired, she was awakened from freezing several times.
As a result, he has dark circles and is not in good spirits. But after a night of practice, my physical strength was restored to more than half.
At this moment, she deliberately stood in a place where the sun was shining, using the sun to dispel the cold in her body.
"Bai Ningbing, let me out." A voice came from Fang Yuan. He could hear the movement without having to listen to the fleshy grass.
Bai Ningbing set his sights on another beast-catcher tree. On the crown of this tree, swallowing the leaves of the source cage, still in the old place.
She smiled secretly without answering. Instead, keep your eyes closed and bathe in the sun, deliberately delaying.
After more than a quarter of an hour, she shot the bleeding moon blade and cut off the vine.
Shell-like leaves bumped between tree trunks and eventually fell to the ground.
Bai Ningbing slowly approached slowly, and then urged a blood moon maggot, cut the leaf, and Fang Yuan got out of it.
"Why is it so late? I woke up long ago and practiced for a while." Fang Yuan's face was ruddy and his spirits were shaking.
The clothes he took out last night, and his cloak was already stowed away.
Bai Ning hummed coldly. Fang Yuan's condition was a little unexpected to her.
She thought that Fang Yuan was just like her, not sleeping well, cold and hungry. So deliberately delay, torture him more.
I didn't expect Fang Yuan to be so good.
"It's getting late, and we have to hurry today. Let's eat first." Fang Yuan spit out his pockets and took out the coal stones, iron frames, iron pots, water sacs, dry cakes, etc.
He was sloppy, and soon cooked a pot of broth.
Then I searched on the spot, and picked a large number of tree mushrooms on the trunk moss of the trapper tree.
The shiitake mushrooms are dry and slender, dark purple, or black.
Bai Ningbing watched Fang Yuan put these tree mushrooms in the pot, and could not help questioning: "You can't eat wild plants, it is likely to contain toxins."
"Well, you're right." Fang Yuan nodded, "You can stop eating."
Bai Ning sneered: "You are poisoned, but I have no cure for tapeworms."
Fang Yuan looked indifferent, took out the spoon, and drank a large mouthful of broth with Bai Ningbing's gaze.
Bai Ning hummed coldly.
After Fang Yuan drank five or six mouthfuls of broth, she confirmed that the broth was not dangerous.
Take a spoon and drink, and then your eyes lighten slightly.
This broth is much better than yesterday, with a umami flavor!
She moved her gaze to the mushroom on the surface of the broth. Obviously, the difference is due to this mushroom.
She couldn't help looking at Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan was sitting on the stone, looking down at the soup and dunking dry cakes, very energetic.
It's clear that the sleeping environment is the same. Bai Ningbing compares his decadent appearance with his own, and inevitably produces a trace of admiration in his heart.
Of course, if she knew that Fang Yuan secretly took out her cloak last night and kept her clothes warm, it was bound to be another mood.
Fang Yuan felt Bai Ningbing's gaze and was falling on him.
He did not look up, but smiled at the corner of his mouth, pretending not to notice, and continued to eat and drink.
Since the Battle of Qingmao Mountain, Bai Ningbing took the initiative to rescue him, and let Fang Yuan feel the pure magic in her body.
Magic is crazy, it is unreasonable, it is paranoia. Bai Ningbing's magical nature allowed Fang Yuan to see the value she could use.
But Bai Ningbing is also complicated.
On the one hand, she was pure and immature, and she had a new life. So she is unwilling to give up, loves life more, and is unwilling to die.
But on the other hand, she has a magical nature and pursues wonderfulness, so she has an unparalleled temperament. She is not afraid of death, and if death is wonderful enough, she will definitely die.
A person like this is like a baby dragon, full of curiosity about the world, a wild nature, and a wild nature. She has her own path, her ambitions and ambitions.
Bai Ningbing hasn't grown into a demon, now he can only count as a demon. But this is a real demon, she cannot change her path, nor can she change her direction, let alone surrender her.
The true demon is only loyal to himself, pilgrims alone in the dark, and only goes his own way.
The true devil can admire others, but never surrender to others.
True monsters are their own kings, supreme!
Fang Yuan knows Bai Ningbing, because Fang Yuan knows himself. He knew that Bai Ningbing could never submit to him, but not surrendering did not mean that he could not be surrendered. The inability to change her path does not mean that she cannot take advantage of it.
If Fang Yuan has three revisions, Bai Ningbing is naturally not needed. But now he only has a first level, Bai Ningbing's use value is high.
However, it takes some thought to convince her and use her.
Bai Ningbing is smart and arrogant, and cannot be forced on. I can only rely on some small things, or external forces to knock side by side, slowly grinding her temper.
Secretly taking out clothes to keep warm, not Fang Yuan's stinginess. Just now Bai Ningbing deliberately delayed, and Fang Yuan did not investigate, nor was it because of his generosity.
"It will take a long time to conquer Bai Ningbing. But don't worry, slowly, I also need time to recover."
After they were full, it was almost noon.
On the ground, vaguely all the footprints of the beast. They continued to set out, and Bai Ningbing drove in front and headed southeast of the jungle.
The deeper you go, the taller the trees in the jungle. The previous trap tree was only three or four meters, but gradually, five or six meters of trees appeared. From time to time, seven or eight meters of tree kings appeared, such as cranes and chickens.
Of course there are dead tree trunks that fall to the ground, covered with thick moss. Or in some joints, take out green shoots. Or broken wood, split in half by lightning, showing the power of heaven and earth.
These behemoths are growing densely here, covering the sky.
The deeper you go into this, the cooler you feel.
The strong sunlight is blocked by the city walls made of lush foliage, and only through a crevice, some mottled lights and shadows can penetrate.
When the wind blows, the leaves are rustling, and the light is shaking, like shattered gold.
The jungle is not calm.
From time to time, animals such as deer, foxes, rabbits, and other animals will be seen.
The most are birds, all kinds of birds, some three or five, some in groups, or flying in the sky, or standing between branches and leaves to compare each other's throats.
Occasionally, a roar of tigers comes from a distance.
Fang Yuan avoided many crises when they walked and stopped, relying on listening to fleshy grass. But in some places, you can't avoid it, you have to rely on the force of Bai Ningbing to force the breakthrough.
Three revolutions are enough to deal with common problems in the wild.
Night comes again, and Fang Yuan seeks a safe campsite, which is a messy stone post.
Bai Ningbing is exhausted. Even on hard stones, she sleeps as soon as she lies down.
When she got up the next day, she was uncomfortable, and her head was not working properly. And her sneezing, the harder and harder she is, the colder she is.
Fang Yuan looked in his eyes and was still on his way.
The two of them are walking slowly because of the lack of mobile roundworms. Previously, Fangyuan owned the tarantula wolves, and Bai Ningbing owned the white-phase fairy snake crickets, all of which traveled for centuries, all up to five turns. It's a pity that he died and fled.
But Fang Yuan is not impatient. He is weak and needs time to practice.
Every day in the day, even if it's time to rest, he hastened one minute and one second to practice.
In the evening, he usually has to practice late into the night.
A few days later, Bai Ningbing became ill and became infected with wind chill. Dizziness, swollen brains, sharp decline in combat effectiveness, fever all over.
Fang Yuan had to stop, take out the herbs in her flower, give her orally, and apply topical ointment, and apply it on her body.
I have been resting for six days, and Bai Ningbing has improved.
This time she was ill and gave her a good shot. Several times during this period, she was groggy, her limbs were weak, and she could not even apply the ointment. It was Fang Yuan who helped her.
"If there is no Fangyuan, I'm afraid it will be more fierce this time ..." Bai Ningbing sighed after recovering. Even if she was extremely reluctant to admit it, it was true.
In the past, she had a strong tone and a fierce mouth. But after this incident, her words became less and she was often silent. Sometimes on the road, I can't say a word for a long time.
The less she talks, the more natural Fangyuan's right to speak becomes. As a result, he slowly became the leader of the two. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it to registered members of Piaotian Literature. Your support is my greatest motivation.)