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Wen Chunxiang was in a daze, only to feel that there was a pure power constantly entering his body, not only quickly repairing his secret injuries, but also connecting the meridians up and down his body. The speed of absorbing aura is several times that of before. If this continues, in just a few years, he will be able to successfully transform himself.

But Wen Chunxiang suddenly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, there were no old monks or Buddhist scriptures around him, only a bare mountain.

And at his roots, there are several golden relics, and it is from those relics that the pure power flows into his rhizome.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed.

The old monk must have died of old age.

Wen Chunxiang's heart was sour and swollen, and he was in a very bad mood.

His brothers and sisters had left him, but he knew they would meet again one day. And the old monk, if he is dead, he is really dead.

In this case, what is the difference between when he saved the old monk and when he didn't, the ending is that the old monk died, and he couldn't see him and no one recited the scriptures to him.

Wen Chunxiang collected the flowers and was sad for a long time.

Now, his virtual image is much more solidified than before, and he can almost try to transform.

After he transforms, maybe he can still find the reincarnation of the old monk, and then he can accompany the reincarnated person for a few more years to find a passage into the cultivation realm.

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang finally felt a little better in his heart.

Isn't it just a shapeshift, nothing remarkable?

If he could transform early, he would still be able to scold the old monk.

If you are not in good health, you will still be old, and you will not be able to recover from the disease if you eat vegetarian food every day.

Wen Chunxiang erupted from the trough and began to try to transform into shape.

Of course, the shapeshifting failed.

In this place where the aura is thin and there is no elixir to assist, it is extremely difficult to transform into a shape. There were only a few dark clouds in the sky that had come and gone, and the transformation had just begun and ended early.

Fortunately, Wen Chunxiang himself has not done any evil, and he has relics by his side, so he is only a little injured.

"It's me who's in a hurry." Wen Chunxiang muttered. Since his cultivation, although his speed is very slow, he has rarely encountered tribulations, and even if he is caught in a spatial rift, he has just changed places to survive, which can be called thrilling and dangerous. This time the transformation failed, which can be regarded as accumulating some experience for him. If it weren't for the fact that he found out that the old monk was dead, which disturbed his heart, he wouldn't have wanted to transform and try it in such a hurry.

Fortunately, there is nothing to fail in, the thunder has not yet been split, and it will be almost the same if you have a good night's sleep.

Wen Chunxiang fell into a deep sleep again.

If you sleep like this, it will be three hundred years, and the flowers have bloomed and reincarnated several times, but Wen Chunxiang has not woken up yet.

Three hundred years is enough for a prosperous dynasty to decline, and dynastic changes are even more common. Originally, the place where Wen Chunxiang was located was next to the royal mausoleum, heavily guarded, and no one could enter. Therefore, Wen Chunxiang also stayed here for hundreds of years. Now that the previous dynasty has fallen, the royal family no longer exists, and this deep mountain, which should have been visited by no one, has begun to have tourists.

When the emperor and his courtiers came out to play, they happened to pass by here, and they felt something, so they strode forward, intending to see the mausoleum where the emperor of the previous dynasty was.

It didn't take long for the guards to report that on the other side of the mausoleum, there was a swaying white peony looking at each other in the distance.

A well-known scholar immediately smiled and told the emperor, "There is a legend left in the previous dynasty that after the death of the Zen master of the First Protector country, he instructed everyone to plant the white peonies that had been raised for many years around him after his death. At that time, the emperor was grateful for the help of the Zen master, so he ordered the Zen master to be buried next to the royal mausoleum. I thought it was nonsense, but I didn't want it to be true. ”

"Nothing is necessarily without a cause. Since there is a record, it must be that the Zen master is also a man of great wisdom. All Aiqing went with me to watch the peony of the former dynasty. ”

As soon as the emperor gave the order, the rest of the people naturally followed.

Although the country has replaced it, this love for peonies has been handed down. It's just that the former dynasty but loves the peony element, and all kinds of peonies are respected by white. Nowadays, it is rare and expensive, and black peony is even more sought after.

"Wonderful, the beauty of this white peony posture is rare in the world, that is, the color is more plain." The Emperor clapped his hands and laughed.

"If you like it, you can move this white peony back and cultivate it by experienced flower farmers, and it won't be long before there will be such a beautiful black peony."

"What Aiqing said is reasonable, since this is the case, let's bring this white peony back. Such a strange strain, it is really not worth wasting it in such barren mountains and mountains. ”

"Your Majesty."

"Presumably, after this white peony becomes a black peony, its posture will be even more beautiful, even more than the previous dynasty."

"If there is such a black peony, I will also follow the example of the previous dynasty and make it a flower king."

Because he was afraid of hurting the roots, Wen Chunxiang's entire flower was moved back with the flowers and soil.

As soon as Wen Chunxiang woke up, he found that there were peony flowers blooming everywhere around him, and every one of them wanted to cross with him.

Wen Chunxiang: ......

"Get out!" As soon as Wen Chunxiang's words came out, those peony flowers obediently put away the flowers, and they didn't dare to play hooligans anymore.

"What the hell is going on?" Wen Chunxiang was depressed. Simply disillusioned the phantom and flew out of the main body, at least to figure out how long he had been asleep and where he was now.

Wen Chunxiang is much more scheming and capable now than before, he just flew back and wandered around, and then he knew that he was in the palace again. Except for the palace, there will not be a place where there are so many eunuchs and concubines or something. This emperor is not a little worse than the previous emperor. There were far fewer children than the previous emperor, but there were many more concubines.

The most important thing is that he didn't feel much true dragon qi in this emperor, on the contrary, he had a sense of decay.

Oh, it seems that this emperor is not very good, and the country is not very good.

Ahem, none of this matters, the important thing is that he heard a conversation with a few flower farmers and knew that the damn emperor had ordered him to be made a black peony.

God, what is the aesthetic vision of this emperor?

What's so good about being black and not slipping away? It's no wonder that the emperor thinks like this!

Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but think of the time when he was still with the old monk, and he was also staring at the black peony.

Hehe.

Where does a stupid mortal understand his beauty?

Don't you want to turn him into a black peony, then give it a try!

Wen Chunxiang had just been woken up after sleeping, and now was the time to be in a bad mood. The pollen from those peony flowers was about to drift to him. If he hadn't woken up early, maybe he would have had a bunch of children and grandchildren inexplicably.

He has already cultivated his spiritual wisdom, and he will be transformed in a short time, and his innocence in his life cannot be destroyed here.

This Liangzi, he and this emperor have become married.

The flower farmers soon found that the peony flowers they planted had all withered overnight, and there was no change in the peony flowers that the emperor had specially ordered to be mixed and crossed.

It's weird.

They had obviously explored the peony, it was absolutely healthy, there was nothing bad about it, it was impossible that there was no pollen at all.

After a few more days, the other peonies all withered mysteriously.

Frightened, the flower farmer hurriedly reported the discovery to the officials above.

Officials are also very helpless.

The emperor seems to be interested in the white peony, and he will come over in three days or two to ask if he has cultivated a black peony. But where can such a thing as cultivating flowers be done in a day or two? Sometimes it's unlucky, and it's possible to spend more than ten years.

At this time, someone offered a plan to the officials.

In the mortal world, there are often people who use various methods to fake and dye the plain peony into various precious appearances. Now the emperor is urging urgently, doing it is also resisting the decree, and not doing it is also resisting the decree, it is better to fight hard.

The official thought about it, gritted his teeth and decided to bully the king.

"Are you sure no one will find out?" The official asked repeatedly.

"Don't worry, sir. This method is very rare, and other adults in the court are not familiar with agricultural affairs, so they will not find out at all. After this time, the flowering season of the peony has passed, and there is no proof of death. ”

"It makes sense, it's good to survive this time." If you're lucky, you might even get a reward from Your Majesty.

Within a few days, the flower farmers were taken away by officials for various reasons, and then a team of sneaky people came up to Wen Chunxiang and looked at it.

"It turns out that this is the white peony, it is really beautiful, and when it is placed in the peony flower party, it can be compared with other peonies." An old man sighed and praised.

"It's a pity that the emperor can't think of dyeing it black. Hey, where does the emperor understand the beauty of this peony? Even if we can confuse the real with the false, the false is false after all, and where it becomes untrue. ”

"That's it, let's do it quickly."

"Hey, you guys should stop!" Wen Chunxiang's eyelids twitched, he never expected that these mortals would have such a trick.

He could almost clearly see his clothes slowly dyeing black from the hem of his clothes.

It's very ugly!

The mortals continued to move.

Wen Chunxiang stretched out his hand and pinched the law.

The wind is blowing.

Those annoying counterfeiting tools have been blown over.

"Strange, how is it windy?" A teenager hurriedly picked up everything that had been blown over.

"Probably because we're doing something tyrannical, and even God can't stand it." The old man said regretfully.

"Ouch grandpa, don't say it, if you don't succeed in dyeing, if the emperor gets angry, we all have to die." The boy stomped his feet anxiously.

Wen Chunxiang originally wanted to give them a good look, but when he heard this young man's words, he couldn't hold it anymore.

If they didn't turn into black peonies, wouldn't they really be able to live?

Wen Chunxiang has practiced all the way to the present, and none of the ants have stepped on a few of them. If these people die because of him, even if the cause and effect are not counted on him, they will still feel guilty.

Monks do not harm the peace of heaven.

Wen Chunxiang thought about it, and still cast a spell to make these people unconscious, and removed all those dye potions, until he saw that the hem of his clothes had returned to its original white appearance.

"Hmph. There is a debtor and a debtor, so I'd better go to the emperor's trouble. Wen Chunxiang used another trick, which made those people sober up.

"Oh, it's done."

"Call it a day."

Wen Chunxiang's tricks are very good, at least in the eyes of outsiders, he is indeed a black peony, graceful and luxurious, and very good-looking.

After the officials came to see it in person, they sighed at the powerful methods of these counterfeiters, and at the same time rejoiced that they could finally make a difference. Quickly reported the great news to the emperor. Just say that overnight, this white peony turned into a black peony. Some other close attendants are also congratulating the emperor, thinking that it is His Majesty who will have such a miracle.

The emperor was overjoyed, called the children of the harem concubines, and summoned some ministers and their families who had been trusted by him to hold a flower viewing meeting to watch this rare black peony in the world.

Wen Chunxiang was in a bad mood, and secretly used a spell to make this emperor unlucky, such as walking, wrestling, drinking water, stuffing his teeth, etc., which made the emperor not in a very good mood these days.

Wen Chunxiang was very happy, why could the emperor be happy if he was unhappy?

Early in the morning, many ministers brought their wives and children to the palace to accompany the emperor to appreciate the so-called black peony that is difficult to find.

There is no shortage of peonies in everyone's family, and what kind of peony will it be that can make the emperor call people to appreciate it, in fact, many ministers are a little curious. Although some courtiers who accompanied His Majesty to play at the beginning said that it was very extraordinary, but hearing is false and seeing is believing. We'll have to look again.

"Haha, please be seated. I've already sent someone to bring the peony over. The Emperor said with a smile.

This is a good omen, the white peony has become a black peony overnight, and he has been a little unhappy recently, and there is nothing to do until now, which makes the emperor even more convinced of the extraordinary peony.

When Wen Chunxiang was held out, many ministers showed amazing eyes.

This should be the posture and appearance of the king of flowers.

When the emperor saw the looks of the ministers, his heart was even more extraordinary.

Only a little boy about four or five years old looked at Wen Chunxiang suspiciously, strange, this is obviously a white peony, how can it be a black peony?

However, the little boy has a strict family education, and even if he has doubts in his heart, he will not say it in public.

However, the appearance of this white peony was deeply engraved in his mind, and even if he stepped into the cultivation realm later, he never forgot it.

Wen Chunxiang accompanied the emperor to the house, and within a few days, the weather just changed, and he couldn't wait to thank him.

Although the emperor felt regretful, the limelight had already been finished, and he was no longer entangled.

Wen Chunxiang flew all over the capital and went to the most famous temple in the capital to see it, but did not find a person who was suspected of being the reincarnation of an old monk. If you want to find the reincarnation of mortals, you need to be proficient in divination and fortune-telling. Wen Chunxiang is not familiar with this kind of thing, so he can only find it by his own feelings. I searched and found nothing, so I was a little dead and continued to sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already fifty years later.

The old monk's relics had long since lost all their strength, and after Wen Chunxiang buried the relics, he began to prepare for the transformation.

In this world, the world is not good.

The war has lasted for more than 30 years, and the resentment in the sky almost makes it difficult for Wen Chunxiang to breathe.

It's a very bad time, and it's a great time.

When the world is in chaos, demons will come out, and the aura will become rich. Coupled with the rare opportunity to transform into shape, Wen Chunxiang has already prepared for this. Missed this time, I don't know when the next time will be.

Wen Chunxiang moved his body away from a mountain, trying to stay away from those battlefields or something, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

The dark clouds and thunder in the sky, and the aura gradually converged in the direction where Wen Chunxiang was.

Just wait for the time to come, and you can transform successfully!

At this critical juncture, Wen Chunxiang's mood calmed down.

He has already failed once, and this time he must not fail again.

The relics left by the old monk are gone, and there will be nothing to restore for him.

Wen Chunxiang had already come out of the flower pot, and the young phantom stood behind the main body, quietly looking up at the sky.

On the other side, the two most powerful forces of the day coincidentally chose to have a final showdown in front of this mountain.

Wen Chunxiang hugged Yuan Shouyi and entered a state of concentration, and he was completely unaware of the situation outside.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered above him, as if countless thunderbolts were about to fall in the next moment.

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of thousands of troops rushed forward one after another, and the heavy rain did not stop their killing intent, on the contrary, the rain and blood were no longer clear. Every second and every minute, countless people fell, and countless soldiers continued to fight forward.

Heavy rain covered the drums, and the soldiers, who were killing more and more frantically, did not hear the order to evacuate from the commander.

The scene was indescribably chaotic.

Wen Chunxiang opened his eyes and pinched the magic to try to absorb the aura in the air.

The mountain canyon was already full of dead and wounded, and several corpses were stacked on top of each other, filling the canyon to the brim.

Blood continued to flow into the earth, staining the entire valley black and red.

As the first heavenly thunder fell, countless resentful spirits emerged from their bodies, and they were dissipated by the aftermath of the Heavenly Tribulation, turning into streams of resentment, which were with that bloody aura.

Wen Chunxiang opened his eyes suddenly, his face was ugly and scary.

He obviously absorbed the aura, why were those resentful and bloody qi also mixed in the aura?

Wen Chunxiang wanted to stop, but couldn't.

At this moment, the thunder fell again, if he stopped at this moment, he would have to die!

Boundless resentment and blood qi rose from the bottom of the mountain, mixed with spiritual energy and constantly converging into Wen Chunxiang's body.

A trace of blood stained the petals red, and Wen Chunxiang's phantom eyes also turned blood red.

Most of the soldiers here are elite, and they are extremely evil, and even more so after death. The resentment turned into these resentful spirits was extremely pure, and it attracted resentment from afar, and the war that lasted for thirty years, adding up to the blood and resentment of millions of people, withdrew from the air and the sea in one go, and converged in the direction where Wen Chunxiang was.

This mountain is a fierce place, you should stay away, and today is a rare day in a hundred years.

The combination of the fierce mountain, the fierce time, and the fierce spirit, coupled with the threat of heavenly thunder above, Wen Chunxiang no longer has any way to escape.

After Wen Chunxiang's clothes turned completely blood-red, the speed of absorbing blood and resentment did not slow down. After the crumbling blood-red peony was absorbed, the color gradually increased, turning purple and black.

In the end, it became a black peony with a strong evil aura.

The thunder is still splitting!

Wen Chunxiang is already exhausted in donkey skills.

"Ever since the old monk died, my luck has started to deteriorate." Wen Chunxiang admired himself, he was still laughing at this time?

There was still the last thunder that didn't split, but Wen Chunxiang knew that he couldn't dodge it.

His current bloody smell is so thick that he can't even smell it himself.

Sure enough, it was a natural cycle, and he kept laughing at the black peony back then, but now he has become a black peony.

Even if he succeeds in transforming into a human form, I'm afraid he can only be a demon cultivator.

Boom Boom!

The last thunderbolt descended, enveloping Wen Chunxiang completely, and those thunderbolts scorched his leaves, shattering its roots, and it was no different from the dead flowers and leaves. Looking at this dignified self, Wen Chunxiang felt a wave of anger in his heart for no reason.

I'm going to die anyway, so it's better to fight.

The thief is really unfair, he has never hurt anyone's life in his life, on the contrary, he has done a lot of good things, but he has not been able to see the old monk for the last time, nor has he been able to find the reincarnation of the old monk, let alone return to the cultivation realm. Now, he is even more entangled in countless grievances.

What did he do wrong?

Wen Chunxiang sneered for a while, and when the last heavenly thunder fell, he jumped towards the middle of the heavenly thunder desperately.

"Less desire and inaction, body and mind are at ease."

The old monk smiled and watered the peony flowers, "Chunxiang, I'll give you a law seal." Don't think so much about it in the future, practice hard, maybe you can succeed? ”

Hey? When was this and how could he not remember?

Wen Chunxiang was struck by thunder, and a memory suddenly appeared in his mind.

Oh, it turned out that the old monk said it when he watered me for the last time before he died.

At that time, he was still asleep, I wonder why he remembered it now?

"Someday, you'll bloom."

The old monk bowed his head and gently kissed the smooth peony branches.

Huh?

Wen Chunxiang's whole body was now in pain from being struck by the thunder, and the leaves were about to fall apart, but he was still in the mood to recall what the old monk had done to him.

That part, if you count it into a human shape......

It was his first kiss, the hateful old monk.

A golden Buddha light surrounded Wen Chunxiang entirely, and when the aftermath of the heavenly thunder was about to disappear, the body that wrapped Wen Chunxiang rushed into the spatial gap that appeared because of the heavenly thunder.

"Hey, senior brother, look, what is this black flower? Why isn't there one on the jade slip? A young man descended from the flying sword and turned his head to ask the senior brother next to him.

"It's a black peony." The man picked up Wen Chunxiang on the ground, "This is a flower in the mortal world, I'm afraid it was rolled in by the spatial crack just now." ”

"Senior Brother Song, you know a lot, I came to the door when I was three years old, and I haven't seen a peony yet."

"I haven't seen it in a long time."

The last time I saw a peony was when he was a mortal attending a flower-viewing banquet hosted by the emperor.