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The night in the deserted town is very cold.

Lin Qiu leaned against the dead tree and fell asleep without knowing it.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she returned to Qingyun Sect again.Not the destroyed, charred ruins, but the Qingyun Sect when she first entered it a long time ago.

The sky is very blue, the clouds are very white, and the spiritual energy in the mountains is so rich that it cannot be dissolved.She was wearing a brand new outer disciple uniform, holding a wooden sword in her hand, and was practicing basic swordsmanship on the martial arts field.

Senior Brother Chen Mo was standing not far away.He was wearing a washed gray preaching robe, holding a dark golden hatchet in his hand, and was chopping wood.

"Click."

"Click."

The sound of the hatchet falling is rhythmic and pleasant.

Lin Qiu practiced and then stopped.She looked at Senior Brother Chen Mo's back, the sweat on his forehead, and his focused eyes.

She suddenly wanted to go over and have a word with him.

Said, Senior Brother Chen Mo, your hatchet seems a bit blunt.

Or, senior brother Chen Mo, please take a rest and I'll get you a glass of water.

But as soon as she took a step, Senior Brother Chen Mo's back suddenly disappeared.

Like a pile of gravel, blown away by the wind.

Lin Qiu woke up suddenly.

In the woodshed, there was still that musty smell and cold wind.Wang Hu was still snoring, and Han Li was still standing guard at the door with his back to her.

It's not bright yet.

Lin Qiu's heart was still pounding.Subconsciously, she reached out to touch the dead tree.

Her hand touched something... soft.

Not the rough, hard touch of gravel.

But...a kind of warmth, with a hint of vitality...softness.

Lin Qiu was stunned.

She leaned forward suddenly and looked at the dead tree with the extremely weak moonlight coming through the gap in the window.

She saw it.

On the top of the bare branches made of gravel, where the tears fell, there was... a little bit of tender green... something growing.

That's not gravel.

That's a little, real, living...green shoot.

Very small, very thin, only as big as a grain of rice.

But under the moonlight, it trembled slightly, exuding an extremely weak but extremely real... vitality.

"Senior Brother Chen Mo..." Lin Qiu covered her mouth, tears welling up again.

But this time, it was not tears of sadness, but tears of joy, excitement, and disbelief.

He is still alive.

He is really still alive.

Lin Qiu didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing the young shoots.She just cautiously pressed her face closer, looking at the green spot and watching it grow tenaciously in this dead, cold, and desperate night.

"Junior Sister Lin?" Han Li was alarmed by Lin Qiu's movements, turned around, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiu raised his head, with tears still hanging on his face, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.She pointed at the dead tree with her finger.

Han Li looked along her fingers.

He saw the green sprout.

His body shook violently.

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