"If I have to do something I don't like to do, it can only mean that I haven't cultivated enough, at least now this choice is still up to me, senior, tell me what kind of tree this is" Zuo Wei's eyes fell on the tall withered yellow trees, a very ordinary number, but for what she looked at, she would feel so sad. High-speed updates //

The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes as deep as the water of a lake, "What are you interested in them?"

"I don't know what to do, it's intuitive," Zuo Wei frowned.

The man looked deeply at the left only eye, and said lightly, "This is the Tree of Forgetfulness, it has a story, do you want to hear it?"

Zuo Wei nodded.

Forget the worry tree, in fact, is not a precious wood plant, there is no medicinal value, and it can not be called beautiful and wonderful-, just from a legend and named, the legend has a woman who is lonely and miserable, named by the world, grew up eating a hundred family meals, but the appearance is beautiful, the temperament is refined, but fell in love with a swordsman who has experienced the upper reaches of the mainland, the swordsman's sword is the way of the forgetful sword, can not be emotional, otherwise the previous efforts will be lost, but the swordsman is in love with the forgetful sorrow, and it is difficult to extricate himself, the swordsman's sect elders regard him as the hope of the sect, Shall he be allowed to fall......

The ending, maybe there is no ending, the woman left the swordsman, and the swordsman also returned to his own sect, everything seems to have never happened, just forget the place where the sorrow lives, all the trees wither their leaves overnight, and make a low sound of sadness, and every time the day the sorrow leaves the swordsman, this kind of ordinary tree will appear this scene, so it is called the Forget Worry Tree.

Zuo Wei's fingertips clamped a fallen leaf that had just fallen, and was slightly astringent, "Love to the depths without complaints, no regrets."

The man shook his body, sighed, and turned to leave.

Zuo Wei was left standing in place and looking at the forest of forgetfulness, silent.

The crescent moon peak was deserted, Xiao Se far exceeded Zuo Wei's imagination, the entire area was as large as ten sword cultivation peaks, and there was no one except for the middle-aged man he had met before.

Standing on the top of the cliff, looking forward to the vast mountains and forests like a sea of clouds below, and the dead palace embedded in the mountain wall, Zuo Wei touched his nose and muttered, "This crescent peak won't be alone."

At the end of the day, Zuo Wei rushed to the palace, that is, the crescent moon hall, the bronze ancient giant tripod has long been mottled with traces, dirty appearance, the front of the palace is covered with moss, the original magnificent and gorgeous palace is also due to the loss of care for a long time and looks vicissitudes, there are many sub-halls located around, but it is also about the same, a dead silence.

Zuo Wei took two steps and paused, because he saw the man again.

The man was walking out of the Crescent Moon Hall, holding a dirty rag in his hand, and when he saw Zuo Wei, he frowned slightly, but ignored her, and walked straight to a clear spring in front of the hall to wash the rag, and then walked into the Crescent Moon Hall.

Zuo Wei glanced at the corners of his mouth and walked in.

The inner walls of the Crescent Moon Hall were carved with swords of various styles, and the smooth floor was densely packed with hundreds of life-like statues of one person tall.

The rag in the man's hand was carefully wiping away the stain from the statue.

"Crescent Peak, I'm alone," the man said lightly as he wiped it.

Zuo Wei was surprised, just one person? Although the crescent moon peak is sparsely populated, it is so big that it is impossible for a single sword sect to allow the existence of a peak sect with only one person.

"I want to be a disciple of Crescent Peak," Zuo Wei said firmly.

The man did not answer, but wiped all the statues and walked away.

Zuo Wei touched his nose, saying that it was really rare to meet such an indifferent person, but she always felt that this middle-aged man had a very good story, although he didn't say that she should join the Crescent Peak, but what was it, he didn't say that he didn't allow it.

Zuo Wei originally wanted to find a palace to live in, but every palace was filled with deep sadness, not because of the decay of the building, but because of that kind of atmosphere, as if the former prosperity had withered and become decadent and vast.

It's not something that can be changed by renovating the building or recleaning it, because it's like a cemetery where there are no corpses, and it's terrifyingly lonely, and she doesn't like it.

Exiting the palace and seeing that the night was approaching, Zuo Wei had no choice but to set up a tent in the nearby mountains and forests for the night.

On the second day, just after dawn, when the man came out of the palace, he was extremely surprised to see a small wooden house set up in the quiet forest not far ahead, and Zuo Wei was cutting wood with the Sky Sword in his hand in front of the wooden house

The sleeves of his arms were rolled up, revealing his white and slender wrists, and he was graceful and slender in his hands holding a long sword, stepping on the wood, polishing the wood, and gesturing towards the wooden house......

In half a day, Zuo Wei built a nest for himself, well, it's just a nest at present, it's a nest, but it's not small, two bedrooms and a living room, it's very emotional...... It's a little bit rural compared to the huge palaces opposite......

The man had been standing there and watching for a long time, and Zuo Wei didn't care, although he said that this person was the legendary peak master of Crescent Peak.

After the house was built, Zuo Wei closed the door, eh, it's not sleeping, it's only morning, but to alchemy!

The three pills of Flying Frost Benlei Dan, Storm Armor Blood Barrier Pill, and Seven Rhyme Mist Scattering Pill are still waiting for her, as for Yiyang Dan, cough cough, the materials are insufficient, and she can only watch dryly at present.

For a month, in addition to controlling the alchemy of the Dan furnace in the house, Zuo Wei stole a void, practiced swords outside the forest, or meditated, time was like a pool of ancient wells, without waves, but it was changing all the time, reflecting the clouds of the years.

Dancheng! The rich Dan Qi is generated in the three alchemy furnaces separately, and Zuo Wei has this confidence to refine three kinds of pills at the same time, which is also in order to save time, if it is refined separately, it will take three months, which is the most normal alchemy time for ordinary alchemists, but for Zuo Wei, three months is too long, and one month is already the bottom line......

Maybe it's because of the hellfire, or maybe it's because the pill prescription of Yuandian is too magical, the success rate of the three pills is amazing, the Flying Frost Benlei Dan, and the Storm Armor Blood Barrier Pill are thirty each of the Cheng Dan, and the Seven Rhyme Mist Scattering Pill that is particularly difficult to refine Zuo Wei is also the most important is the Cheng Dan twenty, but this achievement has already made Zuo Wei smirk for a while.

Eating a Seven Rhyme Mist Scattering Pill, Zuo Wei closed his eyes and calmed down, falling into the realm of emptiness, outside the house, the breath of the wind, ethereal impermanence, the vitality of the tree, the smell of fallen leaves, the morning dew was thorough, the green grass was stubbornly breathing, and the scenes seemed to appear alive in front of her eyes, integrating into her soul, all kinds of perceptions, about life, about the previous life, about the sword, from the elements, and then she slowly read this world, and she is also slowly understanding herself.

Zuo Wei's soul aura was rising rapidly, and his entry speed was even faster than the progress speed of his soul that had been carved into the gods at a rare time before.

Outside the house, the man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a glimmer of light flowed through his deep eyes, and then dimmed.

It was originally an emperor-level soul realm, but it climbed rapidly, fluttering, as if the cap of a water bottle had been opened, and the majestic soul power soared, and the soul sea surged, and the sea level rose for a large part, and it was still rising、、、、、、、

Star Pole Realm Soul Power !! Zuo Wei ate five Seven Rhyme Mist Scattering Pills in a row, and his soul power steadily rose to the peak of the Star Pole Realm! Taking advantage of the momentum of the soaring soul power, Zuo Wei also accelerated his understanding of the elements and the way of the sword.

In terms of swordsmanship, the moon ethereal swordsmanship has realized the fifth style! The first four types are the first moon, the crescent moon, the dark moon, and the dazzling moon, and the fifth type is the moon, adding eighty percent of the attack, and with the effect of shocking aftermath, the attack is extremely strong, the more powerful the swordsmanship is to the back, like the peak swordsmanship Zuo Wei comprehended the full set, and there is no distinction between the first and second styles, but the strongest attack can be issued at will, because the swordsmanship has been integrated, and the moon ethereal swordsmanship is more powerful than the peerless peak swordsmanship, and after the breakthrough in the future, Zuo Wei's strength will definitely rise again, of course, it is only the fifth type at present

The elemental aspect has made greater progress than the kendo aspect, which is also related to the fact that what Zuo Wei currently feels the most is the elemental breath of nature.

The fifth-level controller, the control of the elements has reached the point of being supernatural, but because Zuo Wei is currently biased towards the way of the sword, and is in the Sword Sect and rarely shows, but if she is allowed to use the elements alone to fight against others, the attack methods displayed are absolutely shocking, so Zuo Wei has never relaxed the cultivation of the elements, but she has heard Cang Beiyun say that when the kendo is practiced to a certain extent, she can condense the sword species, and her elemental attributes, the indestructible attributes of hell can also be integrated into it...... So the stronger the element, the stronger her kendo will be in the future!

Elemental manipulation is advancing rapidly...... It didn't take long for "Purgatory Demon Lotus", the Hellfire Talent Bloodline Technique, to break through, Zuo Wei's eyes opened, the purple flames on his fingertips rose, condensed into a two-petaled lotus, and the space around the flames was all distorted, Zuo Wei controlled its temperature, lest it burn the wooden house that he had worked so hard to build into ashes, and the lotus petals slowly transformed, turning into a fluttering black and purple butterfly, elegant and mysterious, dancing.

In three days, Zuo Wei ate up the Seven Rhyme Mist Scattering Pill, which made Zuo Wei feel that the pill was as useless as the spirit crystal, in other words, most of her points were given to Li Zijing and the Buddha to operate, but she didn't have much left, only 200,000 points, and she was definitely a super poor person in the Inner Sect.

Out of the wooden house, Zuo Wei was extremely lazy and stretched her waist, nesting for more than a month, although she occasionally came out to practice swords in the yard, but in essence, she still came to the house this month, alchemy, drugs, three points and one line, very fulfilling

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