Ling Xuanluo was locked in the gate of the clouds, and he could only follow Bai Yunxian Weng forward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info In order to appease his impatient heart, the fairy man read out two lines of poetry, and he felt the deep meaning and stopped making trouble.

After walking for a long time, the fairy stopped and signaled that his destination had arrived.

"We're here...... Where have you been?" Ling Xuanluo was at a loss from beginning to end.

The fairy didn't answer, only shook his head, and patted the dragon's spine again, and the man and the dragon burst open like a cloud, shattered into tens of thousands of flowers and flew away.

"Ancestor, ancestor, please stay!Please forgive Xuanluo for being stupid, what is the purpose of this, I hope the ancestor will make it clear!" He was so anxious that he spun around the ground and kicked away the fairy clouds under his feet, but he still felt soft, and looked down, his combat boots were stained with red soil.

"No, that's not right!" he suddenly realized, "this is heaven, how can there be clay from the earth, or is it red?red clay...... Red Clay ......"

He muttered, remembering the two lines of poetry left by the immortal, and hurriedly recited: "The fruit in the immortal mountain cloud hidden forest, the first to see the sun rise through the red mud ......"

After reciting it several times in succession, he slapped his head and blamed himself: "Ling Xuanluo, you fool! The ancestor left you a hidden poem, hinting at you as a new immortal leader! Inside the Yunxiao Gate, there should have been an immortal forest, composed of one hundred and eight trees representing one hundred and eight sects, but it was hidden behind the immortal clouds, and in fact, it did not disappear, but was moved back by the twelve immortals! As for the sunrise breaking through the red mud, does it mean that the mystery is hidden under the red mud and wants me to dig it?"

At this point, his high heart fell, and he no longer had to follow the immortal, so he spread his legs and ran forward, trying to find the forest as soon as possible.

Who knew that he didn't run two steps before he yelled "oops", covered his head and bounced back, it turned out that he had hit a hard thing headfirst.

Rubbing his head and looking again, trying to see clearly what the behemoth that hit him was, he was surprised to see not far away, a round of mellow morning sun, wearing a red glow to break through the darkness, looking at the fairy clouds emerging outside.

By the faint glow, he could see clearly that he had hit a big tree, the trunk was so thick that dozens of people couldn't hug it.

"Such a big tree, could it be from the Immortal Forest? But there should be one hundred and eight trees in the Immortal Forest, why did they finally merge into one? Is there any meaning for the Twelve Immortal Clans to do this?"

He tilted his head for a moment, and then realized that since the fairy had hinted that there would be an answer when the sun rose, wasn't the sun rising?

So he didn't dare to delay, and shot around the big tree Jiaoqiu sword, and used it as a shovel to rummage in the red mud, wanting to see what he could find.

However, after turning over for a long time and finding nothing, he had to stop again and continue to ponder those two lines of poetry.

At this time, the golden morning sun had risen to the top of the tree, and it gently cast thousands of golden rays of light through the cracks of the tree onto the muddy ground, so that the mud floor looked speckled and dotted, as if sprinkled with debris, which was very beautiful.

Looking at this scenery, there was no need to think about it, Ling Xuanluo smiled heartily. He is so stupid, the "broken red mud" in the fairy Weng's poem is to depict the beauty of the morning sun when it sprinkles its glory, how can it be understood by him as ...... The word "broken" shows the charm of beautiful scenery, but in his papaya mind, it has become digging soil, which is really incomprehensible......

Finally comprehended the true meaning of the poem, and he also understood why the twelve immortals wanted to unite one hundred and eight trees, they were expressing the eternal wish: the immortal clan is united, never dispersed, and will be invincible forever.

He looked up at the towering immortal tree, and couldn't name it, just because he had never seen it in the mortal world. But its majestic branches are so vigorous and powerful, and the leaves are so bright and vivid, if it does not have 10,000 years of spiritual power, how can it grow so luxuriantly?