The result was a complete failure.

She can come and go freely in the bamboo forest without touching any twig, but she can't avoid all the bamboo leaves like Grandpa did.

The world is gone, only the wind and perception remain.

... Bamboo God is in our hearts, even if you go far, it will always be there.

People raised in a city will not be separated from it so easily, we are all its breath. Leaving Bamboo City is just to see the world for the Bamboo God and be its feet and hands.

Where are you, where is the Bamboo God.

Countless bamboo shoots emerged from the darkness, replacing the criss-crossing rays of light. Countless winds are falling, and bamboo leaves are everywhere. Horizontally flying bamboo leaves, vertical bamboo trunks, slanting bamboo branches... don't be afraid, you will turn yourself into a bamboo leaf and... dance with them!

She closed her eyes.

Dance!

Distant East Continent. Bamboo City.

There is no wind in the bamboo forest, but the bamboo forest is dancing, rustling, and the flexible branches of the bamboo are undulating up and down, as if there is a girl with a ponytail, rising and falling easily on the bamboo.

"sky……"

With a flushed face, the little junior brother who was trying to get out of Lou Jiang's hands was suddenly stunned. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

——In the cold blue sky, the girl in purple is dancing!

Yes. is dancing.

Because apart from this word, the younger brother can't find a second word to describe Lu Xiaoxiao's figure, she is so light, so incredible, looking at her figure at this moment, you won't think those rays of light are deadly lines , and feel that those rays are just the lines that frame the dancer's toes.

The figure of the dancer is thin and full of vitality.

picture……

Like the strong bamboo in the rain, like the bamboo leaves in the wind!

wind.

I don't know when, a light wind appeared beside Lu Xiaoxiao, her high ponytail rose and fell in the wind, and her robes fluttered in the wind. Fresh air poured into her lungs, and a strange yet familiar power flowed in her veins—the power that belonged to bamboo.

...a city where the connection between God and man will not be cut off so easily.

Rooted in blood, rooted in soul.

Rooted in the breath!

The fire and black smoke swept through, Lu Xiaoxiao suddenly opened his eyes in the wind.

Draw your sword!

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Dongzhou, Bamboo City.

Bamboo rustling.

The Bamboo Keeper raised his head and asked with a smile, "Bamboo God, which little guy is running around outside?"

The bamboo forest can't speak, and the bamboo gods can't speak either, but the whole bamboo forest is ups and downs, the bamboo crowns are like waves, and there is a faint light on the bamboo.

Shou Zhulin is a young man.

The previous old bamboo guard passed away two years ago and was buried in the bamboo forest after his death. This is also the habit of Zhucheng. After the people of Zhucheng die, they will hold a fire ceremony, and then bury the burned ashes under a bamboo. In the coming year, the land will be shocked, and in the spring rain, bamboo shoots will emerge from the place where the bones are buried, and the tall and straight Hsinchu will be formed in the fineness.

When the old Bamboo Keeper was seriously ill, he told the young Bamboo Keepers about the many rules and legends of Bamboo City one by one.

Some are familiar to everyone, and some are never heard of.

It even sounds a bit like the imagination of the old bamboo guard.

Because he said, the relationship between the city god and the city people is a lifetime and will not be cut off. As long as you still have the bamboo god in your heart, no matter where you are, the bamboo forest will bless you. You see, sometimes, there is no wind in the bamboo forest, but some bamboos are still moving. That is the bamboo god bless those who travel far.

He was amused and asked, "What if there was no wind and the whole bamboo forest was moving? Could it be that everyone in Bamboo City suffers?"

The old bamboo guard said solemnly: "It is clear that there is no wind, and the whole bamboo forest is moving, or the bamboo city is about to suffer a catastrophe, and the bamboo gods are going all out to eliminate the catastrophe. Anything important, something that the Bamboo Gods will all recognize, they will help her."

He didn't care when he first heard it, but when he really started to guard the bamboo forest, he gradually discovered a lot of tenderness.

Bamboo God's silent tenacity and gentleness.

When there was no rain and no wind, the brittle bamboo that was obviously free of worms, but suddenly broke, a city man who returned to Bamboo City a few years later mentioned in a chat that he once fell off a cliff, but felt that something was supporting him. Strangely close to death... There are too many things, and gradually, the young Shouzhuren believes that what the old Shouzhuren said is true.

Even if the city people are far away from Dongzhou, the Bamboo God blesses its children.

Bamboo leaves are flying.

The young bamboo keeper clamped the bamboo leaf and put it to his lips and blew softly.

As soon as a sound was blown, saw the whole bamboo forest together.

No wind automatic!

"... Bamboo God?!" The bamboo guard stood up in astonishment. This was the first time he had seen this happen.

After being stunned for a moment, Shouzhuren suddenly remembered the words of the old senior, and hurriedly ran out, trying to find Lord Chengzhu. No matter what reason the bamboo forest is windless, it's a big deal!

Just as he turned around, he heard a faint sigh coming from behind.

The sigh just came into his ears, and the young bamboo guard seemed to be frozen by the cold air. As a bamboo guard, he knows the changes in the bamboo forest like the back of his hand, otherwise he would not be able to catch the children who made trouble in the bamboo forest, but before the sigh came out, he didn't notice anything unusual!

who is it?

The Bamboo Keeper was frozen stiff, and his fingers stretched hard to a city plaque on his waist.

The next moment, he lost consciousness.

A charming and glamorous face slowly emerged from the dark bamboo forest.

The faint blue skirt is like the feathers of some kind of bird, dragging gracefully and beautifully on the ground. The moment she appeared, the entire bamboo forest was suddenly violent, but it was not a real wind, but a strong wind that shook the bamboo forest violently.