Chapter 750: Abundant Spiritual Energy
He Yushui tied her cotton hat and walked out. Her woolen gloves were mended with fine stitches, and the amulets on her fingertips had quietly melted into her palms.
She knew that every word Wang Jianguo said at this moment had a deep meaning:
He brought her there for the purpose of spiritual resonance, sent Xiaohua and the Yang brothers away for the purpose of keeping the secret, and even the excuse of "picking wood" was used to calculate Carpenter Liu's particularity on wood.
"Brother Jianguo, the axe is sharpened, let's go."
She stuffed the scones into his pocket, with Poria cocos in the scones that could stabilize his spiritual energy.
"When you get to the three-branched pine forest, remember to stop and eat something."
When Wang Jianguo took the pancake, he touched the crabapple petals newly embroidered by He Yushui on the corner of the red cloth. Yu Li's voice seemed to come through the ice:
"Keep calm and don't let outsiders see your flaws... The spiritual energy of the rain can protect you."
He looked out the window and saw Yang Xiaohua pulling the Yang brothers towards the production team. The little girl's red braid drew a bright line in the snow.
Yang Huaixi's medicine box swayed slightly with his steps, and the copper sheets on the corners of the box reflected the morning light - these fresh breaths of life calmed the anxiety hidden in his heart a little.
"Have you memorized everything?"
Wang Jianguo pushed open the door, and the March wind blew in snow foam, making his hair flutter.
He did not look at the puzzled eyes of Yang Huaixi and his brother, but just nodded to He Yushui, and the two of them stepped into the snow one after the other.
The prints of He Yushui's cotton shoes were precisely placed on the inside of his footprints, like a protection ironed out with body temperature, silently saying "I understand what you haven't said."
In the direction of the back mountain, the thousand-year-old pine forest emitted a low resonance in the wind and snow. That was the sound of surging spiritual energy, and it was also the battlefield that he had to face alone - only this time, he was not alone.
When the two figures disappeared around the corner of the valley, Yang Huaixi was surrounded by several fellow villagers with crutches who were asking for medical advice.
He didn't notice that next to the chopsticks that Wang Jianguo left on the table, there was a small piece of biscuit crumbs that was soaked in spiritual energy, emitting a faint silver light in the morning light.
In the deep pine forest in the distance, Wang Jianguo tightened the amulet that He Yushui had given him.
Her body temperature was still on it, merging with the spiritual energy surging in his body into a warm current, reaching the restriction in his consciousness space that had not yet been completely released.
He must get through this hurdle before the house is completed and must not let anyone find out. This seemingly ordinary "carrying wood" journey carries the return of several souls.
On the snow, two lines of footprints meandered into the depths of the pine forest. The heels of one of the lines always had an imperceptible glow of spiritual energy.
Wang Jianguo knew that He Yushui had already seen through his pretended calmness, but she covered up his lie in the most tacit way.
Just like the land in the Great Northern Wilderness, all the secrets are buried in the frozen soil, but under every inch of snow lies the hope of breaking through the ground.
The wood that is about to be cut down will not only become the pillars of the new house, but will also become a medium for collecting spiritual energy so that Yu Li, her sister and Haitang can hear it.
In the fireworks of this world, there is a protection network woven with lies and his determination to bring them home.
The snow particles hit the pine needles with a rustling sound. Wang Jianguo stepped on the knee-deep snow to push away the branches, and the crisp sound of frozen soil breaking came from under his cotton shoes.
It has snowed continuously in the Great Northern Wilderness since the beginning of September. At this moment, the old forest on the northern slope of the back mountain is like a jar that has been sealed with snow for half a year, so much so that the branches of the thousand-year-old cypresses are glowing with a blue-black aura.
"Watch your step, there's ice under the snow."
He turned around to instruct He Yushui, but saw that she was pressing a spiritual amulet into the pine bark beside her. The flour on her blue apron was soaked into a dark color by the snow water.
This girl could always quietly set up a protective formation when he was gathering spiritual energy, just like now.
The hiding place she chose happened to be the center of the spiritual energy vortex formed by three ancient cypresses, which could not only conceal her body but also conduct spiritual energy through the tree veins.
It was so quiet in the mountains that you could hear the sound of snow falling from the treetops. Occasionally, a mountain mouse that had been hungry for a whole winter would run by, leaving behind winding footprints on the snow.
Wang Jianguo sat down next to an ancient cypress tree that had been struck by lightning. The rough bark rubbed against the corner of the red cloth lining his cotton-padded jacket - that was the crabapple embroidered by Yu Li using her last bit of energy.
At this moment, it was getting slightly hotter with his breathing. He deliberately chose a sunny slope to let the melted snow water seep into the soil along the grass roots, nourishing the hidden spiritual essence.
Before sitting cross-legged in meditation, he took out the herb He Yushui had given him and chewed it. The bitter juice mixed with spiritual energy flowed into his dantian, instantly dispelling the cold.
The moment I closed my eyes, my consciousness spread out like a fishing net. When it touched the first grass stem, it startled a cluster of tiny spiritual light spots - those were the snow-covered ferns accumulating energy, and each frozen leaf was wrapped in a layer of light film as thin as a cicada's wing.
"Ow—"
The howling of wolves was heard in the distance, causing the snow on the treetops to fall down.
Wang Jianguo's fingertips moved slightly, and the spiritual compass hidden in his sleeves trembled gently, and the needle pointed steadily to the northeast - there was a spiritual eye composed of seven ancient pines, which was now steaming with light blue spiritual mist.
He could "see" the tits flying through the mist. Every time they flapped their wings, they dropped a few spiritual light spots, like fireflies scattered in the sky.
As his consciousness deepened, the root system beneath the soil gradually became clear in his mind:
The roots of the century-old birch trees are like golden spider webs, absorbing the spiritual energy of the earth from the cracks in the frozen soil.
On the dead pine stump, the wood ear fungus is glowing with a pearly luster, and each cap is emitting a faint stream of light.
What shocked him most was the wild ginseng buried in the snow. Its three red seeds looked like rubies embedded in the snow.
There were nine whirlpools of spiritual energy surrounding it, which was exactly the image of "Nine Stars Gathering Spirits" that Yu Li had mentioned in the consciousness space.
When his consciousness touched the ginseng roots, the spiritual energy of the entire forest suddenly resonated.
The pine branches above my head began to rustle, not because of the wind, but because of the vibration caused by the flow of spiritual energy.
The ancient cypress where He Yushui was hiding suddenly exuded crystal resin, which was a sign of saturation of spiritual energy. When it dripped onto the snow, it actually melted a warm hole, revealing the glowing moss underneath.
"call--"
Wang Jianguo suddenly opened his eyes, and the white air he exhaled condensed into mist in front of his eyes.
I saw that the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were shrouded in a layer of light golden halo, the ice edges on the pine needles reflected colorful light spots, and even the tip of the tail of the mountain rat that just ran past was dragging a trail of spiritual energy.
What made him even more delighted was that the snow above the wild ginseng had completely melted. The three red seeds were shining with a warm luster in the sunlight, and the nine vortexes of spiritual energy around them were clearly visible, like nine moving little suns.
"It's done..."
He whispered to himself, his palms trembling slightly with excitement. At this moment, the spiritual energy in Dantian was several times stronger than when he entered the mountain, and the barrier that impacted the restriction seemed to have become thinner.
He Yushui walked out from behind the tree, with icicles hanging from her braids, but she smiled with her eyebrows curved:
"As soon as I saw the pine cones falling with light, I knew you succeeded."