"Our Tuoshitang was once a canal gang, and we have many brothers on the waterways, so we often run into each other, and when we do, we often have a drink together."

"Then I won't bother you tonight. I'll use it to study the classics I bought the day before yesterday." When Loran Hill thought of a few shirtless men sitting together, chatting, eating, and boasting, she decided not to join in. Firstly, it didn't fit the style, and secondly, it would disturb their relaxation.

It can be seen that Uncle Yu is also the kind of person who likes to drink and eat meat. He will be happier if they separate like this.

"Haha, then I'll ask the cook on the boat to prepare some good food for the young lady. If nothing else, there will definitely be no shortage of fish."

"Thank you, Uncle Yu."

After boarding the boat, Loran Hill did not wander around, but sat in the house and began to practice.

She leaned back on the bed, closed her eyes slightly, and then the classic book "Jianmu Qinghuang Jue" emerged in her mind.

The consciousness in my mind is like a sea of ​​gray fog, with all kinds of thoughts floating in it, appearing and disappearing.

As the girl silently sensed the Mana (the power of heaven and earth) around her, some light spots swirled around like gauze. They seemed to have conscious emotions, cheering and spinning around Loran Hill, bringing up faint bands of light.

Then, the light sand gradually merged into the girl's body, and a green drop of water seemed to fall into the sea of ​​her consciousness.

The water droplet fell into the sea of ​​mist, dissolving the hazy parts around it and making the surroundings clear and bright.

Then, like a seed sprouting, it slowly began to grow. Slender veins with a faint luster spread among the young leaves, stretching and then lengthening.

As the buds gradually grow, a small green bud begins to appear, as if it is nurturing a life.

Afterwards, this small branch continuously absorbed and transformed external energy, turning it into a light blue natural sequence of magic power, which settled among the branches and leaves, outlining soft and delicate veins.

Time passed slowly, and the branch grew larger, becoming smaller and more like a shrub, delicate and exquisite. Finally, the flower bud hanging on the branch gradually blossomed, revealing a small, downy chick inside.

A clear cry sounded in my consciousness, and my whole body seemed to clear up as well. Then the baby bird broke out of the flower bud and landed on a fork in the tree.

At this time, the chicks cannot flap their wings and fly, but squat in the middle of the tree branches and take a nap. With their steady breathing, little spots of emerald green light flow from all directions into the fluffy fur on the outside of their bodies, making them look round and cute.

As the night deepened, the girl slowly woke up from her practice, and the green light in her eyes slowly faded away.

Nature Sequence 2: Perch Hatchling, achieved.