Chapter 515 The Dragon Fights in the Wild, Its Blood Is Black and Yellow.

Xia Yuanqiu smiled and shook his head: "I don't want it to change into something else, just like it is now, that's fine!"

A gust of wind passing through the forest brings bursts of refreshing fragrance.

The two looked at each other and smiled, got up at the same time, and headed towards the undergrowth behind the old tree.

Entering the forest, Xia Yuanqiu took out the paper with the pattern of gold and osmanthus, looked at the words on the paper and said: "The autumn osmanthus of Kun, at the moment of autumn, in the southwestern land, the dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow.

Kun is smooth, Yin is pure and smooth, and the nature of the earth is also. "

Mo Bo was confused: "What does this mean?"

Xia Yuanqiu was also very puzzled, but compared to Mo Bo, she had some experience. After thinking about it for a while, she looked at the orderly arrangement of bushes and said, "The autumn osmanthus of Kun, when the autumn is at the beginning, it refers to the solar term and the beginning of autumn." At that time, Dize in the southwest should refer to the position west of the southwest."

Mo Bo silently calculated, this autumn will be the second quarter of the unitary time, the seventh day of the lunar new year.

The second quarter of the unitary hour, the seventh day?

Xia Yuanqiu raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky. At the second quarter of the unitary time, in golden autumn, the second quarter of the unitary time is the time when the sun sets, and the red sun is bleeding all over the western sky.

"To the west, seven steps." The two walked seven steps towards the west, and then walked seven steps in the direction of southwest and west, with the meaning of the land in the southwest.

When a dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow.

The two stood in the forest and looked at the dwarf trees around them. The trees were all short, but they were of different varieties. Some trees even bore fruit.

Xia Yuanqiu's eyes stayed on a tree full of fruits, and asked: "Mo Bo, do you know this tree?"

Mo Bo knew it at a glance, and said with a smile: "This is a horse's eye, and the fruit it bears is edible. Although its skin is green and white, its flesh is red, and the juice is sweet and delicious."

"Horse eyes?" Xia Yuanqiu's heart moved, and he thought unconsciously: "Dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is black and yellow. The so-called one who walks the sky is like a dragon, and the one who walks the earth is like a horse. Horses can be compared with dragons in the world. Moreover, the elephant of Kun is also a horse elephant, and the dragon fighting in the wild refers to this horse eye? Its dark and yellow blood means that the flesh of this horse eye is actually blood-colored."

The two of them took steps towards the horse-eye tree, and when they got under the horse-eye tree, exactly seven steps away, they both looked at each other and smiled, it seemed that they were right to be blind.

Kun is smooth, Yin is pure and smooth, and the nature of the earth is also.

Kun is smooth, Yin is pure, and the heaven and earth represent pure yin and soft things, none other than water.

The two of them closed their eyes and held their breath, and listened quietly. Sure enough, they heard a stream of water ding-dong, which seemed to be heading to the northeast.

Seven to the east, seven to the north, repeated twists and turns, after walking seven to forty-nine steps, he passed through the undergrowth. Outside the undergrowth, there is a clear stream, winding like a silver snake dormant on the ground. , even research beauty.

At this point, the scent of cinnamon became more and more intense, and the two walked along the cinnamon to the downstream of the stream. The flowers and fields were all over the forest slope, and the trees were all green. Butterflies and bees flew among the flowers and fields, as if they were in a fairyland on earth.

Mo Bo sighed: "I really didn't expect that there is such a beautiful holy place hidden in such a barren forest. If it weren't for the gods, who could do it?"

At the end of the Yinxi River is a cliff. The streams converge on the edge of the cliff and pour down, forming a fine curtain like a bead curtain, which is beautiful and spectacular.

Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, amidst the smog, it seems that there is a giant tree standing under the cliff, and the strong and unmelting scent of cinnamon comes from it.

Mo Bo looked at the terrain and said: "It seems that if you want to get to the golden osmanthus, you have to go down this cliff."