Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 231 The Bride Dedicated to the Mountain God (21)

Jiang Qiucheng looked around warily, but there was nothing strange in his empty vision, except...

She turned around hesitantly and looked at the huge flower bud beside her.

A tiny gap appeared at the top of the originally tightly closed flower bud. Jiang Qiuchen stood on tiptoe and could vaguely glimpse a glimpse of the scene inside, as if a living creature was slowly wriggling.

Jiang Qiuchen's throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a gulp. He was very nervous, fearing that a monster would jump out from inside in the blink of an eye.

When Jiang Qiuchen thought that they might be some strange-looking insects or dark crawling monsters, he felt goosebumps all over and felt very uneasy.

Fortunately, she discovered it early. At present, the bud has only opened a little. If she retreats in time, she should be able to leave before it fully blooms.

Jiang Qiuchen didn't dare to make any unnecessary noise. He stood on tiptoe and crouched down to get into the dense forest behind him.

But before she had taken a few steps, the noise behind her suddenly became much louder.

"Crash-"

No way! Jiang Qiucheng wailed in his heart, turned his head stiffly, and looked at the flower bud.

The petals that were originally tightly packed together have now fully bloomed, layer upon layer, as light as feathers, and shimmering with a faint glow.

It has the luster of glass and the brilliance of stars, it is breathtakingly beautiful.

As the flower fully bloomed, strange movements began to occur between heaven and earth.

The originally peaceful sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds. There were flickering lights in the clouds. Flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire valley and shaking everything around.

"Boom——"

The loud noise scared Jiang Qiuchen. She was so panicked that she didn't know where to hide, for fear that the thunder would strike one of her own if she was not careful.

She is still young and doesn't want to be beaten to a pulp.

Before Jiang Qiuchen could make any move, the scene between heaven and earth changed again. After the lightning, a storm came.

The wind howled through the valley, shaking the trees with such force that they were almost falling.

"what--"

Jiang Qiuchen was blown all over the place, and his body, which he had managed to stabilize with great difficulty, became shaky under the howling wind.

After struggling in vain for several times, he was mercilessly swept to the ground.

The slender trees in the dense forest in the distance were uprooted by the strong wind, and were bending and spinning in the air.

Jiang Qiuchen stared at the scene in front of her, dumbfounded. She bent her body even lower, and what she was holding in her hand was no longer ordinary weeds, but the reins that saved her life.

No, she had to find something sturdy enough quickly, otherwise she would probably be blown off the cliff.

When Jiang Qiuchen thought of the bottomless abyss, he trembled all over. If he fell from such a height, he would probably be smashed into a puddle of mud.

The strong storm was mixed with fine sand. Jiang Qiuchen squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding scene with some difficulty.

What surprised her was that no matter how fierce the wind was, the flower in the center always stood firm.

The storm had no effect on it, and it even became more dazzling.

Jiang Qiucheng reached out her hand, brushed away the broken hair and fine sand on her face, and with both hands tightly grasped the long weeds under her body, and crawled forward firmly. She stood not far from the flower at the beginning, and she didn't expect that she would help herself unintentionally.

No matter what was inside, she had to make sure she survived the storm first.

The loose wedding dress became a hindrance to her movement. The wind was pervasive and soon found its way into her sleeves, causing them to bulge.

After realizing this, Jiang Qiuchen took off the outer robe of her wedding dress without hesitation. The moment she took it off, the robe was swept into the sky by the strong wind.

The brightly colored wedding dress flutters up and down in the dim sky like a lively butterfly.

However, this little butterfly did not dance voluntarily, but was forced by the wind and followed it involuntarily.

After taking off his outer robe, Jiang Qiuchen felt a lot more relaxed all over and his speed of advancement became faster.

When the rope was first made, there were two main considerations for not weaving the outer robe into it.

Firstly, the material of the newly made wedding dress is tough and hard to break, which increases the difficulty; secondly, it is usually cold in the mountains at night, so for safety reasons, warm clothes are left behind.

I didn't expect that the supplies that I had managed to keep before would now have to be decisively abandoned in order to save my life.

Only when he grasped the flower stem did Jiang Qiuchen dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

She stretched out her arms and hugged the flower stem tightly in her arms, buried her head, and actually used the outside of her body to resist the raging storm.

Fortunately, everything has a process from strong to weak, and the storm has gradually weakened.

At the same time, halfway up Lingshan Mountain, in Shibi Village, all the villagers hid in their homes, closing the doors and windows tightly, for fear that this sudden disaster would affect them.

The high priest stood in his own courtyard, using his cane as a foothold, steadying himself, and looking at the vision before him with a look of wonder and confusion.

what on earth is it?

The village had clearly followed the rules and sent the bride up the mountain on time, so why did such a scene occur?

Although the high priest may live longer than ordinary villagers, at the end of the day, he is just a mortal.

Since we are not eternal life, we cannot peek into the secrets of thousands of years ago and can only rely on the experience and skills passed down from generation to generation.

This unexpected scene made her unsure of how to respond.

……

As the storm weakened, the clothes that were rustling in the wind gradually became smoother, and the lost body temperature was slowly returning.

The feeling of surviving a disaster was truly a blessing. Jiang Qiuchen turned over, lay on his back under the flower petals, and tilted his head to look at the sky outside.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky, like a canvas that has been washed and is glowing with fresh colors.

The golden light spread across the earth, covering everything with a layer of warm glow. The mountains in the distance appeared even more majestic and magnificent under the sunlight.

The wind became gentle, blowing gently on my cheeks, taking away the remaining moisture and the remaining haze in my heart.

The clouds were gently pushed by the wind, sometimes gathering together and sometimes dispersing in various shapes.

Everything was so quiet and beautiful, as if everything that had just happened was just a horrible nightmare.

Jiang Qiuchen crawled out from under the flower, stood up, brushed off the grass debris on his body, and shifted his gaze to the flower in front of him again.