The third thing that Duan Xiao mentioned was not like Gu poison that made Ling Xuanluo fearful, but it reminded him that he would soon meet that pair of evil masters and evil people in a narrow way, and he suddenly felt annoyed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two rode on the back of an elephant, admiring the beautiful scenery along the way, chatting all the way, and before they knew it, they came to a tree-lined hillside.

Walking a little further, Ling Xuanluo was halfway up the mountain, and he saw a scattered and long-abandoned village. Two-storey bamboo buildings abound in the village, but most of them are crooked, and because they have been uninhabited for a long time, there are basically no window sashes. Some of them even half of the bamboo beams have collapsed, and there is no trace of repair.

However, these gray bamboo buildings, although they have been beaten by wind and rain, make Ling Xuanluo feel cordial from the bottom of his heart, just because they are built with bamboo, and bamboo, which arouses his deep thoughts about Jiluo Mountain.

Of course, these bamboo buildings in front of you are very different from the architectural style of Jiluo Mountain. What they present is completely unique and exotic.

Duan Xiao introduced: "This kind of small building is called the Gan style by the locals, just because the entire main building is surrounded by bamboo railings. The Ailao people often live together for several generations, and the family lives in harmony in the same building and will not be separated. Because there is a lot of rain in the mountains, the roof is built in the shape of a 'human' to prevent water accumulation during heavy rains. The bottom floor of the bamboo building is suspended in the air, supported by long tall feet, only raising chickens and ducks, and putting sundries. As I told you, there are a lot of poisonous insects here, and not only that, but the miasma gets worse at night, so the rooms that live in them must be kept away from the ground so that people can stay safely inside. ”

Ling Xuanluo had been watching him closely, and noticed that when he looked at this village, his eyes were different, so he deduced that they were brought here by elephants, and it was not accidental, so he asked, "Uncle Duan, have you been here before?"

Duan Xiao seemed to be embarrassed, but he still replied with a light sigh: "Yes, I did come here a few times when I was a child. At that time, the village was thriving, but it was not what it is today. I, a child of a few years old, stayed in the empty Daguang Palace every day, unaccompanied, and was really lonely and boring, so I disguised myself as an ordinary child and came here to watch other people's children play. Sometimes they invite me to join me, and I turn around and run away. He recalls his childhood, and he is extremely sad.

Ling Xuanluo said that his own question made him sad, and he was sorry and angry, and he wanted to ask why this place was so deserted, but he couldn't open his mouth again.

Duan Xiao was understanding, and without him asking, he took the initiative to say: "This village was originally prosperous, but a few years later, there was an epidemic. Many villagers died of illness, and others did not dare to live here anymore, so they all moved away with their families. These things happened hundreds of years ago, and now that the epidemic has disappeared early, we might as well choose a bamboo building and rest in it for tonight. ”

Being able to spend the night in the bamboo building, Ling Xuanluo naturally agreed, and walked down the elephant's back with Duan Xiao. When he came down, he didn't dare to show his true feelings again, but just honestly jumped to the ground and stood aside stupidly.

Duan Xiao patted the elephants' heads and thanked them, and they reluctantly rubbed their trunks against the two of them, and then walked into the old forest, where they lost their traces after a "swish" sound of leaves.

Duan Xiao watched the elephant leave, and Lingling Xuanluo chose a fairly complete bamboo building, walked in and went up to the second floor.

Although he had a place to live, Ling Xuanluo was not tired. Ever since the fairy root was formed, he had never felt hungry, let alone sleepy. When he sees food, he swallows, but this desire comes only from the temptation of food, not his instinctual need.

He can also go up to seven days without sleeping, but if he wants to fall asleep, he can fall asleep as long as he puts the thought of sleep into his brain, whether he is sitting or lying down.

In short, when you are a mortal, it is the body that controls him. As soon as it gave instructions on demand, he had to scramble to comply, thinking that he would replenish his strength.

After becoming an immortal, it is he who controls the body. When he needs physical strength, summon it subconsciously, and his body will continuously transmit power to him.

He has always foolishly believed that this transformation of controlling roles is the most concise interpretation of the difference between humans and immortals. (To be continued.) )