Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Rebirth in the forest! When the group of them rushed to this colorful forest, the forest that was transpiring with colorful mist and shining like clouds and brocades had already begun to wither! The towering tree suddenly lost its arrogance, its branches and leaves trembled in the wind, and turned gray, unable to see the splendor it used to be.Those meridians entangled in all directions lacked the vitality of the original rhythmic pulsation, and shriveled one by one, barely entwined around the trunk. What is even more shocking is the tall purple tree in the middle, which is also the birth tree of Zi Ning.The three vines on the top of the tree fluttered feebly in the air, and a deep purple liquid was bubbling out of it, like a huge wound, and the blood had already stained the whole ground dark purple.

Zi Ningzhi knelt on the ground, took a handful of blood-stained roots with her hands, and kissed them deeply.The mayfly citizen standing behind her looked extremely heavy, and for the first time, irresistible fear was revealed in those wise and proud eyes. Zi Ningzhi slightly raised her head, looked at Bu Xiaoluan and said, "You hurt this tree of death?" Bu Xiaoluan froze for a moment, and said, "I just want to carry you down." Zhuo Wangsun stepped forward and pulled Bu Xiaoluan behind him, and said calmly, "I am the one who cut off the vine." Bu Xiaoluan opened his eyes wide, and murmured: "I, have I caused trouble? Sister Zi, will you erase my brother's memory? Don't!"

Zi Ningzhi smiled bitterly, shook her head and said: "This is our destiny." She stood up slowly, looked around, and said loudly: "Within three minutes, scholars from each faction will elect representatives and stand in the front row. .” In just a moment, a dozen girls in skirts of various colors stood silently in the front row, without arguing or giving in.There was a happy smile on Zi Ningzhi's face, but after only a moment, it was already as cold as ice. Zi Ningzhi's expression was extremely solemn, and he said slowly: "The withering of the past life forest means that our memory will be completely interrupted when the twilight flowers bloom. Since God's will is so, all remorse and complaints are nothing but futile actions of fools. It can be done The only thing is that there is only a short time left. I am going to discuss with you about the future of Mayfly Kingdom."

A girl in a red skirt came out and said: "Death and life are nothing more than dust for us. The most urgent thing is to record our civilization. Since the founding of the Mayfly Kingdom, there has been no writing handed down from generation to generation. Now when we are in danger, we should break the stereotypes and try our best to record our civilization with the help of foreign languages. The pinnacle of Pai civilization." A young girl in a green skirt on the opposite side shook her head and said: "What is the peak? The civilization of the Mayfly Kingdom is extensive and profound, and it is as vast as a sea of ​​mist. It cannot be written in a mere foreign language."

The girl in the red skirt said: "Then according to what you see?" The girl in the green skirt said: "Since the whole jade is gone, what's the matter with the broken jade?" When she said the word jade broken, she sighed softly, her eyes were shining brightly, and her expression was very sad. Everyone also mourned in their hearts.After all, for thousands of years since the mayfly country was established, each generation has devoted every minute and second to building this unique palace of civilization.Now it's time to tear it apart by hand, and record it in a clumsy way. It's really heartbreaking.

There was silence all around, and the noon sun shone through the withered woods, gently covering Mayfly Man.Every speck of dust is so dazzling. After a long time, a girl in a black skirt sighed: "Those who can speak are too rough. What can be recorded is nothing more than trivial. In this regard, jade pieces are indeed the best choice for mayfly people. However, as far as sentient beings are concerned, light It would be selfish to say that giving up. It is important to know that every civilization is the grace of God and the common blessing of the common people. It is just that the people of Mayfly Country are intelligent and hardworking, and they are the first to understand. If we just let her disappear for the sake of our respect and love in our hearts, If you don't share with others, isn't it a disappointment to God's heart of creation?"

As soon as her words came out, Mayfly's expression was moved. Just as she was about to say something more, the girl in the green skirt beside her sneered slightly. The woman in the black dress asked, "What's your opinion, sister?" The girl in the green skirt said: "I was just thinking that the progress of civilization in the world has its own progress. If a simple idea is not understood by foreigners and we impose it on them, isn't it a kind of coercion, a kind of aggression? In the end The result is nothing more than being regarded by them as witchcraft and demons, bringing endless disputes and pain. In fact, the happiness of human beings does not change with the level of civilization. Due to the childishness, some young and mature monsters were raised, but it stifled the possibility of their own step-by-step exploration.”

The girl in the red skirt shook her head and said, "No matter what you say, I'm always unwilling to let our civilization passed down from generation to generation be buried here forever." A girl in a yellow skirt said quietly: "Is it true that the purpose of our relentless pursuit of the pinnacle of civilization is to let others know? What we want, we have already obtained." Mayfly and all the girls let out a long sigh, but stopped talking, and turned their eyes to Zi Ningzhi. Zi Ningzhi looked around for a moment, and said slowly: "Flowers bloom, flowers wither, day-to-day, sunset, we live and die, like this for thousands of years. However, the mayfly people are always flattered or humiliated, and use every minute and second to silently build their own life. We never panic or fear anything. Because——” Zi Ningzhi paused, then raised his voice and said: “There is absolutely nothing in the world that can destroy the dignity of a group of people who have lived and died indifferently! Now, I must never see my people running around in a hurry to pick up a little bit of our civilization!" The light in her eyes was terrific, and the others bowed their heads wherever they touched.

When Zi Ningzhi turned his eyes to Yuntian, he sighed a long time and said: "For thousands of years, we have refused to accept other languages, not because of their humbleness, but because of our own nobility. The process of civilization has its own Destiny, maybe it is because we pushed it too fast, God deliberately let her stop it. All things are impermanent, prosperity will decline, since it is God's will, why not follow it..." Her voice paused, and she sighed softly: " I know the pain in everyone's heart is like the cruel choice you have to face when the most beloved person in your life is dying. Instead of letting her live in pain with a distorted and mutilated body, it is better to let her live in the most beautiful moment A complete passing away. Perhaps the meaning of 'fulfillment' lies in this..."

The mayfly girls stood silently in the jungle, and for the first time, tears rolled down from their autumn-like eyes uncontrollably, but no one cried aloud. Zi Ningzhi took a deep breath and said: "I have already made a decision. If you have no objections, you can split up and do your own business. Just please remember that this day is no different from the past, but it is an endless time A stop in the works." Standing in the bushes, she gently waved her sleeves to the mayfly girls.The sunshine in the forest was green and gloomy, making her smile look a little sad. The girls of Mayfly Kingdom were silent for a moment, then dispersed with a sigh.Perhaps for them, this day can really be spent leisurely like in the past?Zi Ningzhi doesn't know, and doesn't need to know anymore.Only the mayfly boys were still standing in the forest, as if they were still waiting for something.

Zi Ningzhi watched the mayfly girl go away, sighed softly, turned around and said: "The next thing will be my business." Bu Xiaoluan finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "What's the matter?" Zi Ningzhi smiled faintly at Zhuo Wangsun: "When I was young, I mentioned to the son that once a mayfly woman is elected queen, she will not be able to fulfill her ideals, because she has a mission for the country. And this mission is to give birth to the whole clan. Descendants." Everyone was stunned, only finding her words inconceivable. As a woman, of course she can bear offspring, but no mother can give birth to tens of thousands of offspring in one lifetime, continuing the entire race.Unless this mother is not a human being, but a bee or an ant. A strange feeling suddenly rose in Xiangsi's heart. Could it be that everything they saw in the mandala formation was nothing more than a phantom formation induced by the demons in their hearts?Maybe after Nankey Yimeng, I realized that I just walked into a certain beehive or ant nest in the jungle in my dream?And since entering the battle, the inner demons of each of them seemed to be lured by invisible demons, and rapidly expanded.Jealousy, arrogance, curiosity, and even compassion have all become the root causes that drive the mandala formation to spin faster and faster. If this is the case, where will this legendary ancient formation take them in the end? Xiangsi suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in her heart, and looked up at Zi Ningzhi in front of her. Zi Ningzhi still had a faint smile on her face, and the thick purple earth set off her flying long hair, as if she was standing here when the world was opened up. She looked around and said slowly: "Continuing life is a mission that women are proud of. However, the time we have is indeed too short, so we have to concentrate this mission on one person, so that others can pursue it more freely. Ideal and truth. Maybe in your eyes, only demons can give birth to thousands of children in just one day, but what I want to say is that although the origin, evolution, and reproduction of life are the most profound secrets in the world, they are not absolutely difficult. Deciphered. When the flowers wither, I will walk into the roots of the big tree in the forest of the dead, and give birth to the offspring of the mayfly. Although the forest of the dead has withered, these descendants may never hatch. out, but it's what I have to do." Zhuo Wangsun said: "However, why did Her Majesty the Queen tell us all this?" Zi Ningzhi sighed: "We have thoroughly understood the profound meaning of human reproduction, but we are unwilling to betray the original definition of yin and yang intercourse. That is to say, although our fertility no longer requires the participation of men, we still retain this Ritual, this is respect for creation and respect for people." She looked at the mayfly boys standing around, and finally cast her eyes on Zhuo Wangsun, and said softly: "This ceremony is that the queen will , choose a loved one, let him wrap his body with vines... and the person I want to choose is you." Everyone couldn't help being surprised again, Zhuo Wangsun said slowly: "Why me?" Zi Ningzhi smiled and said: "Maybe there are many reasons, but I don't have time to tell you one by one. The flower of Yunjiao is about to bloom, whether you agree or not, please answer me immediately." The fragrance of the last flower of Yunxi lingers between the heaven and the earth, as if using the last bloom as a sacrifice for her withering.All eyes fell on Zhuo Wangsun. However, Zhuo Wangsun just smiled lightly and said, "Forgive me, there is nothing I can do to help." There was a faint ripple in Zi Ningzhi's eyes, but it dissipated immediately like the last glimmer of light before it was frozen in late autumn.She smiled slightly and said: "In that case, Ningzhi will take my leave first, and I hope to have a chance to meet again in the future." She turned around slightly, walked towards the giant tree that was still dripping blood, and sat cross-legged in the half lotus platform surrounded by the tree roots.The other mayfly men bowed lightly to her, then turned and went to the village.They and Zi Ningzhi are the only ones left in the death forest. The glare of the sun has already passed the mid-heaven, and it is slowly sliding towards the west. At some point in the woods, there was a very light wind.Thousands of leaves that were about to wither seemed to be weeping at the same time, and fell one after another, like dry snow falling from the sky, gently covering the blood-stained earth. The dying giant tree barely stretched out its weak branches, wrapping Zi Ningzhi in its entirety.The green vines climbed up Zi Ningzhi's fair body little by little, like the wedding dress of a dying bride, it was extremely beautiful, but also extremely desolate. Those vines trembled, as if they wanted to try their best to touch Zi Ningzhi's body gently, but they were no longer soft and radiant, but as withered as a knife, every time they touched her skin, her body trembled slightly.Fresh blood slowly flowed out from under her fat-like skin, and the blood was also purple, indistinguishable from the blood of the big tree. Perhaps she should have been born of the tree and died of the tree. Zi Ningzhi sat with her eyes closed, her whole body was wrapped in vines, she was enduring great pain, which was unprecedented in her thousand-year memory, but there was no trace of pain on the face that was half covered by vines, On the contrary, it is astonishingly serene and astonishingly beautiful. It was as if what she was facing was not death, but peace of sleep. Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the forest hole, and the trees shook down. It seemed that the whole forest was crying for her.The voice was extremely bleak, sometimes far away and sometimes near, ten thousand orifices howling, scolding, sucking, screaming, laughing, biting, singing in front and back in harmony, and the mourning moved the ground. But those withered tree trunks made an extremely slight crackling sound, as if something was secretly growing under the bark.Everyone looked up in astonishment, only to see the decaying leaves on the top of the trunk trembling, falling to the ground, but a huge tree sac gradually formed on the top of the trunk, just like the cocoon of the vine that Zi Ningzhi was born from. two. Those vine cocoons were beating slightly like hearts wrapped in vines.Every time they beat, they seem to grow a little bit, and those giant trees are accompanied by a moan, as if they have to squeeze the last drop of blood from the trees every time they grow, and those giant trees that are almost dying are also willingly struggling Give it the last nutrients. The roots of the giant tree clung tightly to the blood-soaked ground, every inch of soil seemed to tremble accordingly, and the painful wail resounded through the valley, echoing endlessly.Soon, the leaves fell off, and many embracing thick vines and branches also divorced one after another, and fell to the ground like countless rotten limbs. Bu Xiaoluan's face changed tragically.She raised her sleeves, covered her ears, frowned and said, "Brother, we now..." Zhuo Wangsun said: "We are going to stay and wait now." The sun is falling and the moon is rising, and the flowers on the flower screen have bloomed and withered. The dead trees were covered by the night, but they couldn't see their dying state.Everything seemed to be back to yesterday when they just set foot in this woods. It's just that the pulsation of those tree sacs hanging in the air gradually weakened, and the howling, roaring, and struggling finally subsided gradually, and only a few faint sighs could be heard from the bushes.Perhaps the giant tree where the mayfly people lived has exhausted its last strength and completely decayed.Those ungrown tree sacs hang alone on the bare dead branches, like buds that will never bloom again. There is only endless silence around.The silence of death, or the silence of death. The inconceivable civilization created by the mayfly people has finally vanished, sinking into this silent soil forever. And they left nothing behind.A palace, a city wall, not even a single line of writing.When the past becomes memory, memory turns into legend, and when people search for chapters and quotes to examine the so-called trivial words and righteousness of the predecessors, they will never believe that such a group of people once approached the deepest place between heaven and earth like gods. Profound meaning. A kind of real desolation surged in Acacia's heart, and she felt that she just wanted to cry. The moonlight is like running water, gently sliding through the woods. The top of the big tree in the middle suddenly shone with a faint luster.A huge tree sac was moving silently under the wrapping of several crimson vines.The surrounding branches have withered and turned into ashes, but it seems to be driven by some kind of secret magic power, and it keeps growing. Is there any last hope for the mayfly people? Xiangsi raised her head in surprise, looking up at the only remaining fruit. It has a strange luster on its body, and it squirms powerfully, like a weird smiling face, and every time it pulsates, it is making the sharpest mockery of everything it is facing. Acacia couldn't help taking a step back in shock. This is by no means the daughter of the mayfly, but only the son of the devil. Was the seed planted by the mayfly man occupied by the devil at the moment of life and death, or was the devil originally destined to come back to life with the help of this catastrophe? Just when her mind was blank, a crimson light shot up from the tree sac, and accompanied by a strange smile, rushed towards her from the top of the tree like lightning. Acacia's face turned pale, her hands and feet seemed to be fixed by invisible needles, and she could no longer move. Suddenly, I heard Zhuo Wangsun yelling: "I don't know how to live or die!" As soon as he waved his sleeves, several sharp winds shot out obliquely, instantly nailing the dancing flames in midair.Hearing that thing's sharp neighing, the voice was like an old owl's cry at night, it made one's hair stand on end.Zhuo Wang Sun Fei stepped forward, and with a sinking wrist, he had firmly controlled the flame under his palm. That ball of flames is the clue that triggers the mandala formation again and again, the messenger of the death mandala—Firefox!