"Tut-tut, it's good to have a big life, otherwise it would have been eaten. ”

The bird stood on the treetop and shook his head and sighed, but it startled the person under the tree.

Helplessly, his body was really weak, and the man in Tsing Yi had a hard time even getting up.

"Alright, it won't talk to you. The boy glanced at the guy above who was still thinking about it.

Seeing the young man looking at him, thinking of the taste in the fire cage before, Luan Niao still closed his mouth.

But the man in Tsing Yi was still a little worried, and it wasn't until the boy called Luan Niao to his side that the man was relieved.

Seeing the man in Tsing Yi wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, the young man stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Luan Niao looked up, and there was an extra piece of sandalwood in the young man's hand, which spontaneously combusted with the wind.

The young man put the incense in front of him, and Luan Niao only felt that the fragrance was quite good, and it was a pity that he couldn't swallow it in his stomach. The man in Tsing Yi thanked the young man with a moving expression.

"What is this?" Luan Niao was confused, sandalwood things, the master used to be common, could it be that the man in Tsing Yi was shallow and had never even seen this thing?

"This incense name goes to stay unintentionally. The boy said.

"Weird name, but it smells pretty good, a little intoxicating. Luan Niao couldn't help but take another deep breath, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep.

This incense is a specialty of Anchan Mountain, the amount is small, and this root is still given by Sister Bai.

Ordinary people can only immerse themselves in the fragrance and fall into a coma, but those who regret it can use this to stabilize their minds and repair the source.

The man in Tsing Yi thanked the young man precisely because his mood and origin were calmed and nourished under the effect of fragrance.

"The lack of origin makes you weak, and according to your current state, I am afraid that what is passed on is not a relic. The boy lowered his head and put the hypnotized Luan Bird in his arms and said slowly.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly when he heard this, he really didn't live for three days, otherwise he wouldn't have asked outsiders to help.

"Go on. ”

After his mind stabilized, the man cleared his throat and continued.

···

Banxia finally escaped from the clutches of the devil, and at this time he had lost his vision of the whole world, and the pain was piercing all the time laughing at his innocence before leaving.

Without waiting for his arms to regain movement, he ran towards his hometown.

He wants to inform the younger generations of his hometown about the dangers of the outside world, and he can't let them fall into the same situation as himself.

It's just that, after three months, what appears in front of me is no longer the home in my memory.

There is no life, strange rocks and teeth, and it is barren.

Dragging his tired body, he finally came to the place where the source was.

In a barren valley, only one plant trembles slightly in the wind, and the sunset reflects it, lonely and desolate.

However, the sect elder did not send anyone to follow him, and it can be regarded as preserving the lifeblood of the entire valley.

If the sect elder led someone to appear at this time, he would have no power to fight back at all.

Banxia fell to the ground, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he could no longer resist the attack of sleepiness, turned into blue light and returned to his origin, and slept forever.

In the middle of the summer, which integrates vitality and aura, the valley decayed because of its departure, and after returning, the mulberry valley was rejuvenated because of it.

The spirit returns to the source, is born in the sky, and returns to the earth, the cycle of yin and yang, and the beginning of all things.

Of course, he didn't know that Banxia was still asleep in the origin at this time.

century

Two hundred years

Three hundred years

Even Banxia himself never imagined that he had slept for more than 600 years.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by not the desolation of his sleep.

Listening to the crisp chirping in his ears, and then looking at the green fields in front of him, half summer tears rained down.

Six hundred years of grief were vented in this moment, and the clouds obscured the brilliance and shed a few tears in the valley.

As the so-called blessing in disguise, the long slumber has allowed Banxia Origin to completely integrate into this transfiguration body, and his cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Origin fusion is the most difficult threshold for the spirit of plants and trees to cross.

After fusion, cultivation becomes a qualitative change, the origin and the body cannot be separated, except for the spirit of grass and trees, everything in the world cannot touch it.

At that time, he also secretly left, wanting to go to the outside world to find the elders of the sect to avenge his original revenge.

It's just that, when you think about it, you know that even a monk can't achieve immortality, especially for the elders of the sect who have been hit hard.

After many inquiries, the elder died as early as three years after Banxia left, and it was rumored that it was caused by the internal inflammation in the body, which devoured him alive and died.

The descendants of the elders also seem to be affected by internal inflammation, and their lifespans are extremely short, and many die young.

Nowadays, it is even more thin.

After knowing the truth of the matter, Banxia returned to the Mulberry Valley in silence and vowed not to leave the Mulberry Valley for half a step.

One night, Banxia, who was bored counting the stars, suddenly smelled the fragrance, accompanied by countless cicadas in the west of the valley.

Under the dark night sky, the seven-colored antlers stand in the air, and there is a cicada on it, which is white.

As if sensing Bai Cicada's flustered and dazed mood, Banxia opened his mouth to comfort: "Don't worry, I will protect the Fa for you." ”

The white cicada nodded, and then fell silent.

Originally, the white cicada was attached to a mulberry tree not far away, and its antlers floated from the ground, so it was absorbed and forced to undergo training.

Banxia sat cross-legged on the ground and began to protect the white cicada.

"Huh?"

The surprised voice of an ethereal female voice sounded in Banxia's ears.

"Who are you?" Banxia asked quietly, this is his territory, in terms of perception, no one in this valley can surpass him, and the characters who appear quietly around him at this time are obviously not something he can deal with.

"This is also the hometown of the immortals, this antler is the immortal left in this valley for seven hundred years, although there are flaws, but after all, it can be turned into an immortal. ”

It turned out to be the elk.

However, I am afraid that this great power has been feathered into an immortal and transcended the mortal realm.

Banxia caught the word flaw in Lu Xian's mouth, and asked in his heart:

"Senior, will there be a problem with the absorption of the white cicada?"

"You don't know, so why do you promise? Lu Xian was surprised.

"I ......" Banxia didn't know how to explain it for a while, and he didn't know, maybe he was too lonely and longed for the excitement of the two.

After a moment of silence, a familiar voice appeared in Banxia's ear again, explaining:

"You left with the life of the valley, and during this time, the antlers were corroded by yin energy, and even if they turned into immortals, they could not purify them. ”

"Isn't that the white cicada ......." Banxia wanted to interrupt the evolution of the white cicada.

"Don't waste your efforts, antlers are also immortals, so how can they be stopped casually. However, after nine years of white cicada transformation, the yin energy will explode. Lu Xian said.

"Will you die?"

"What do you say? ”

"Can it be saved?"

"Why?"

"Trying to save it. ”

"What about you?"

"Enough is enough. ”

"You've only lived for yourself for a few years, do you really think you've seen through it after hundreds of years of cultivation?" Lu Xian sneered.

Looking at the white cicadas trembling in the colorful light, Banxia recalled his original self, perhaps, he should not have been born in the world.

For so many years, he has been escaping the fear and guilt in his heart, and life is very tiring and hard.

That's fine, it's a hundred.

Banxia ignored the other party's disdain, and repeated:

"Can it be saved?"

"Are you serious?" Lu Xian was a little surprised.

"Yes, yes. ”

"I can save it, but the price is greater, and because of the antlers, she won't remember you, have you ever thought about it?"

"Yes. ”