More than half a month has passed since the last Wu Daozi tribulation.

During this period of time, the martial arts in the mortal world began to flourish, in the capital, it can be seen from afar, the imperial luck of Huaxia in the sky began to recover, and slowly began to turn into signs of the dragon, it is conceivable that over time, when the imperial luck of the national fortune completely turned into a dragon, it has great benefits to the country and the people.

A spring rain had just fallen in the sky, and the moist clouds in the air had not yet dissipated, and the whole sky was covered with huge clouds and mist, floating between the mountains and the sea.

Near the Qinling Mountains, an isolated barrier-type fault block mountain abruptly in the Weihe rift zone, this is grafted in the Qinling Mountains, the altitude of the group is 1302 meters, this mountain has a loud name in the mortal world, called Lishan, it traverses the Qinling Mountains, across the north and south.

On this day, a man came to the top of this wild mountain. This man was a handsome young man. He stood on the Huangting Cliff of Lishan Mountain, overlooking the human town under the mountain in front of him, the surrounding Qinling Mountains, and the churning tributaries of the Yellow River in the distance turned into a golden torrent in the morning light.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance. The vast mountains and rivers of China, Luoshui Jingbu, is the first stunning color in the world, and it is really beautiful. "The sun lifts the clouds. Scatter the golden rays of sunlight on the earth. The young man on the golden top of Lishan raised his hand and stretched out his hand. The boiling clouds of the void were within reach.

This churning cloud is like a mischievous dancing butterfly, swimming and dancing between the fingers of youth. When I feel that I have a winning roll, but I can't catch a trace, it is a gray loach fish.

"This Lishan is really a good place, if you have enough heaven and earth vitality, it can be regarded as a blessed land."

Guess who this young man is, it's not that wind and rain. Since the last time Wu Daozi was extradited, he has embarked on his own conscientious planting avenue.

"Lishan is a good place, Lishan, Lishan, also known as Lishan. It would be a great regret in my life that such a blessed land could not leave a legend. ”

"I'm going to plant a seed here today and wait for the harvest next year. Lishan, I hope you don't let me down. I sit on the high ground and watch you play out the legends. ”

In this way, Feng Xiaoyu took out a shriveled seed and buried it on the golden top of the peak of this Li Mountain.

A pile of loess was buried, and a palm-sized mound of graves took shape.

"It's time for me to go, expecting you to surprise me." Immediately after that, a quaint car appeared in the clouds. It was pulled by three monsters the size of a Tibetan mastiff, like a wolf and a dog, and it floated in the clouds and mist, looking extraordinary.

Feng Xiaoyu sat in the car, and then the three beasts roared. Where they passed. The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the purple gas roared.

On the top of the golden summit of Lishan, it has not become different because of the wind and rain. The mountain is still the same mountain, with potholes on the surface and covered with vegetation.

At this moment, the clouds and rain that had dissipated in the sky gathered again, and a hearty spring rain fell on Lishan Mountain, which moistened the land. If you look closely, this rain is a little different from the previous one, and there is a faint aura circulating in the air.

The spring rain continued, and the loess was wet with rain. The water of life soaked under the loess and poured into the pit of the seed. Immediately after that, the scene of the artifact appeared. When the rain pours into the seeds, the depression becomes crystal clear and has a milky white halo flowing. A loess pit was thus turned into a pile of white jade soil.

The rain moistens the trees, as well as the shriveled seeds buried under the small mound of the Jinding Water in Lishan.

In this way, the seed germinated, squeezed through the soil with all the strength of his body, and came to the bright time to breathe in the sun's radiance.

At the foot of the Li Mountains is a village, and most of the young people in the village have left, leaving the backward mountain existence to go to the big city to find their dreams.

The village suffers from a number of elderly people and children, and some of the remaining women still hold on to the land, cultivating the land.

Guo Ming is now a medicine picker, he is Chinese New Year's Eve and 8 years old. When I was in my twenties, I went to the big city to break through, but someone left a finger behind. With nowhere else to go, he returned to his hometown. In the past ten years, he has been walking in Lishan and selling traditional Chinese medicine to make a living.

On this day, he got up very early, carried a medicine basket on his back, and took a sickle and shovel to wade through the mountains.

The mountain is so big, about 1,000 meters above sea level, in the villages at the foot of the mountain, they regard it as a spirit, not an ordinary mountain. They worship the foot of the Li Mountains and worship the gods as if they were gods, a belief that exists between spiritual ideals and laws, and uses these rules between the gods to restrain their actions.

On this day, because it had just rained, the ground was wet, and the dew was sprinkled on the surrounding plants.

Guo Ming is a herb picker, and a rain can't stop his footprints. He has a decade of experience, and as a herb picker, he has an adventurous spirit. He often dabbled in dangerous situations. Alpine mud slopes, cliffs. Underground swamps, rocky caves. Even if there is no way to go in a desperate situation, he has walked out of a way to live.

At this time, on a steep cliff, a rope hung a man.

Guo Ming picks mountain mushrooms, which are a kind of medicinal herb, here. At this moment, God did not want him to go well, and a sudden drizzle fell.

Bang la la la ... The rain poured down. "This damn weather, it's raining at this time, God, are you going to take my life?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rocks began to slip slowly, and the herb picker finally stepped on the ground after an hour of wrestling his wrists by Lord Yama.

The rain and the moon are getting heavier, and the sky is slowly overcast. Guo Ming found a cave to hide, this is, there was a strong smell of medicine in the air, fragrant.

"It's so strong medicinal fragrance..."The herb picker Guo Ming knew that he was fascinated by this medicine, and he had to seize this opportunity.

Walking out of the cave, the heavy rain poured down, he saw that on the top of the golden top of Lishan, there was a rainbow rising, in the vast heavy rain with very poor vision, the whole golden top of Lishan became bright, like pure Hetian white jade, exuding a wonderful feeling.

On the top of the golden roof, there is a small tree about 20 meters long growing on the cliff of the golden top, with golden branches and jade leaves.

At this time, Guo Ming's feeling is that he must get it.

At this moment, suddenly a lightning bolt suddenly struck the sky, and the light of thunder and lightning illuminated the gloomy sky for half a year, like a cannon roaring in the ears.

Lightning struck the three-inch tree with a strong medicinal fragrance.

Silver, thunder and lightning hit the mountain, the earth jumped, and the mountain rock exploded. Under such terrifying heavenly might, the ant-like herb picker flinched, and he looked at the thunder in front of him as if he was destroying the world, picked up his medicine basket, and hurried down the mountain.

This night, it was too unpeaceful, the villagers living at the foot of Lishan were panicked, they saw that the thunder in Lishan Mountain was crazy for a whole night, and there was a fire in the mountain, which was the thunder that burned the trees, brought fire, and killed and injured animals.

The rainstorm all night, the thunder that didn't stop all night, scared the baby to cry more than once...