Chapter 482

Mo Bo helped her to walk under the old tree beside him: "Let's rest for a while!"

Yuan Qiu sat down on a clean bluestone, leaned against the old tree and closed his eyes to meditate.

Mo Bo handed over the water bag: "Drink some water!"

She opened her eyes and took it, thanked her, just pulled out the plug of the pouch and wanted to take a sip, when she suddenly smelled a strange fragrance coming from a distance.

"What scent is this?" she asked.

Mo Bo took a deep breath and sighed: "It's really fragrant. It seems to be the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus. It's really strange. Even though the four seasons here are like spring in this cold winter day, it's not the time for sweet-scented osmanthus to bloom!"

Yuan Qiu squinted his eyes and took another deep breath, sighing: "This fragrance should only be in the sky, how often do you smell it in the world? This fragrance is so strong, it must not be an ordinary osmanthus tree, why don't we go and have a look."

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Mo Bo also readily agreed to go there.

The two bypassed the old tree, searched for the fragrance, and got into a small forest behind the old tree.

They walked around in the undergrowth, and the fragrance became more and more intense, as if it was not far away, but no matter how they walked or how long they walked, they could not pass through the undergrowth, returning to the original point again and again, wanting to Exit but can't find the way back.

Mo Bo showed panic, and said anxiously: "Could it be that we have encountered the legendary ghost hitting the wall?"

Yuan Qiu shook his head: "The theory of ghosts hitting the wall cannot be completely believed, it is an illusory theory of gods and ghosts."

Mo Bo looked distressed: "Then why? Why can't you go out?"

Yuan Qiu looked at the dwarf trees around, they seemed to be neatly arranged, but at the same time seemed to be disorganized, quite different from ordinary forests, she suddenly thought of a strange dream she had had that day when she formed a bond with Yuhuan.

She turned her head and asked Mo Bo: "Mo Bo, you have seen a lot, but have you ever heard of the strange art of armor?"

Mo Bo nodded: "Of course I have heard that there are very few people who know the art of Qimen Dunjia nowadays, it can be said that there are very few existences, and in this world, the most proficient existence in this art is the existence six hundred years ago. He is the only one who dares to claim to be very proficient in the art of Qimen Dunjia, and future generations can only peek at its superficiality."

She nodded and said: "Look at the place we are in, is it a formation? Because we are walking around indiscriminately, we can't get out no matter what."

Mo Bo looked around and suddenly said: "What you said is really similar, but it's just strange, who would set up this kind of formation here? What should we do if someone who doesn't know the formation breaks in? "

Yuan Qiu said: "We were attracted here by the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus. I guess the activation of this formation is also related to the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus."

Osmanthus, osmanthus?

A picture suddenly appeared in her mind, the river is full of golden osmanthus in October.

In that day's dream, she dreamed that she went to a forest, and in that forest, there was a very ingenious technique of shielding armor to block her way, and then she was reminded by a mysterious voice, passed through the obstacles, and then Entering a cave, in that cave, there are four murals, one of which is a mural depicting golden osmanthus in October.

She closed her eyes and carefully recalled the mural.

Although the picture is very clear, she can't see why. In the picture is a huge golden osmanthus, filled with sweet and attractive light golden flowers. The wind blows, and the flowers fall. Manjiang.

She thought hard for a long time, but she was still not satisfied. When she opened her eyes, Mober was sitting under a short tree, drowsy.