snake coffin

Chapter 644: Drops of water breed insects
I vaguely noticed that Mo Xiu has become a little different after fusing the remaining bones.

Although it is still the same in general, there are obvious differences in some small places.

But my body is too dangerous, and Ah Entropy knows more than me.

Once a war begins, the amount of information is actually more important than strength.

Maybe Moxiu also knew this, so he let me meet Cang Ling.

I drank the Bamboo Heart Clear Spring and felt myself feeling better, then I went out with Mo Xiu.

I thought that when Cangling appeared, there must be a sea of ​​green bamboo outside Motian Ridge.

But when we went out, Cang Ling was wearing green clothes like bamboo leaves, sitting casually on the ground of Motianling, looking at the valley below Motianling in a blink of an eye.

Ana and the magic snake appeared in Bashan, even if Ana was not seen, when the magic snake appeared, the huge snake body spanned from Tiankeng to Motianling like a sky bridge, and it was hard not to see each other.

The Bashan people are so profound about demonic snakes that they even carved the murals of the Way to Heaven.

Although he deliberately erased the reason why the snake was called a "demon", but from the fact that he used Huangquan delu to make tea, he knew that he was the kind of existence that didn't take human life seriously.

Being called a demon snake is not a loss.

Yu Xinmei and her two children were in the crowd, talking angrily, probably trying to appease the Bashan people.

It was so far away that I couldn't hear it at all.

But Cangling turned to look at us and said, "If the snake was in Yu's hands, it might not be like this if she had fallen into her hands earlier."

"It might have been destroyed by Long Qixu a long time ago." Mo Xiu immediately said coldly: "With Long Qixu's temper, if it weren't for Yu Xinhe's meandering circles, let alone Yu Guyue, even you would not be able to survive, he would always Find a way to kill you."

I couldn't help but wry smile.

It turns out that in Mo Xiu's eyes, Long Qixu is so cruel.

Although I've seen it before, I'm still a little worried.

Cangling also smiled bitterly and turned to look at me: "Is it hurt so badly?"

This was the first time he spoke to me so formally and in a calm tone.

I nodded and said with a wry smile, "It's okay."

Then it seemed a bit awkward for the three of them to sit and stand together.

This kind of thing is too long ago, Moxiu and I have no one to ask, if Cang Ling is willing to say it, it is our best choice.

In the end, Mo Xiu sighed deeply and said, "The soup is brewing in the kitchen. Let's talk while drinking."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cangling looked at him without smiling.

I also gave a low laugh, Moxiu was still nervous after all, so he told Cang Ling that he didn't need to eat like a normal person, he wanted to drink soup.

But he still said to Cangling: "You might as well go drink some water."

This is probably due to human habits. When talking about things, you have to eat and drink.

Cangling is a bamboo root and does not need to eat or drink originally, but sitting outside and watching Yu Xinmei because people like Bashan are so worried, it is not easy to talk.

When I turned to the kitchen, there was indeed a stew of soup.

Mo Xiu directly filled a bowl for us all, then looked at Cang Ling and said, "You can start right away?"

But Cang Ling's fingers touched the edge of the bowl, the face that was long and suitable for men and women was dull for a long time, and then said: "Bamboo actually does not distinguish between male and female, yin and yang are the same body."

I don't know why he started talking from here, but since you want others to talk, you have to listen carefully.

I took a sip of the soup, it seemed to be stewed with spring bamboo shoots, and it tasted quite fresh.

I turned my head and glanced at Mo Xiu, wondering whether he remembered it temporarily or didn't avoid it.

Now that it's spring, there are indeed a lot of spring bamboo shoots, which are easy to make, but it's a bit unkind to drink bamboo shoot soup in front of Cang Ling.

But Cang Ling knocked on the bowl, maybe he knew it a long time ago, but he didn't show any anger, probably because he didn't taboo.

After all, eating bamboo shoots is normal.

"At the beginning of the world, yin and yang were divided into two, one yang and two yin, all things either exist or do not exist, or are in between." Cang Ling looked at the soup in the bowl and smiled wryly: "This is a bit vain. "

"Let's put it this way, it's like..." Cang Ling thought for a while, then waved her finger.

A bamboo bowl unexpectedly appeared, it was not deliberately polished, but a bamboo knot was taken and cut off.

Even the inner membrane inside is not removed, there will be a puddle of water, and the inner membrane is lightly floating on the water surface.

Cang Ling handed the bamboo bowl to Mo Xiu: "You try? Speed ​​up the time of this bamboo tube..."

I quickly turned to look at Mo Xiu, could he speed up time now?
"It's just an illusion, and it can only be added to a small thing." Mo Xiu smiled at me, but his eyes swept over Cangling.

I'm very curious. Cangling seems to know Mo Xiu's situation better. Is it because of the snake?
But Mo Xiu stretched out his hand and gently covered the bamboo bowl, which seemed to only warm his fingertips.

But when Mo Xiu took it away, the outside of the bamboo bowl had turned yellow, and there was already light moss in the water inside.

Maybe it's speeding up time. To me, it's like watching a fast lens.

The silky moss grew quickly, and kept growing, growing...

When the water dried up, there was still only dried moss in the bamboo bowl.

I blinked at Cang Ling, not knowing what he meant.

Cangling frowned and looked at Mo Xiu, then turned to look at us.

Seemingly remembering something, he coughed: "This is wrong."

He seemed to sigh: "We are all here, nothing will happen."

I really can't understand what he means. What does he expect?

But Cangling didn't seem to want to talk anymore.

With another wave of his hand, a green illusion was created in front of our eyes: "I have not been completely in the Bihai Cangling for so many years, but I am walking around. Maybe it is because of my nature, I like to go to some water. where to stick."

Well, there is absolutely nothing wrong with using the word "to tie" for a bamboo root.

"I have seen many pools. Some are hundreds of years old, some are decades old, and the least I have seen is half a year." Cangling squinted and stretched out his hand to tap.

I saw a small puddle appearing in the illusion. It seemed that the roots of a tree had been dug out, revealing a large pit, and then water gathered in it. It was in a shady place and did not dry much.

This pool was about the size of a tabletop. At first there was only water, and then moss slowly grew like the bamboo bowl just now.

But not long after, mosquitoes flew by.

When the illusion came to this point, Cangling reached out and clicked.

Let the illusion remain still, then turned to look at me and said: "Do you know the difference between this and the bamboo bowl just now? This is the biggest difference!"

I looked at the mosquito passing by the water surface in the illusion, and looked at Cang Ling in disbelief for a moment: "Impossible?"

This is too unbelievable?

And Cang Ling is a bamboo root that has lived for an unknown number of years?

What he is telling us now is this?

Mo Xiu also shook his head: "Impossible."

"How is it impossible?" Cang Ling snorted coldly, and said with a low smile, "You think that Qingshui Town is where the snake coffin is located, and the residents of Qingshui Town rely on the snake coffin to live. Huaxu's Abyss is also equivalent to another 'snake coffin' ', So what about Bashan? What about the whole world? Maybe, where we are, there is also a snake coffin!"

Cang Ling tapped the illusion lightly with his finger: "It's like this pool, which gave birth to all the things in it. Some of them can't live without it for a lifetime, and some can leave when they grow up. A drop of water in the Buddha's view, a hundred thousand Eight thousand insects. Why is it impossible?"

Moxiu and I were silent, we didn't know how to tell Cang Ling.

The water pool in the illusion, as the mosquitoes flew by, laid eggs in it, and slowly there were tiny insects.

The fish eggs in the soil seemed to have hatched out and began to eat the insects in the moss.

But when the fish grows to a certain extent, birds will fly over from time to time and eat the insects.

(End of this chapter)