The second night arrived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At night in the desert, the sky is clear and cloudless, a bright Milky Way stretches north and south, and the starry sky is exceptionally clear and bright.

Huo Zongtang simply supplemented some food and drink, waiting for tonight's mirage.

However, the complicated, magical, and magnificent plum blossom mirage like last night no longer appeared, and the fairy-like ice-skinned beauties and snowy cranes in the sky also disappeared.

For the whole night, only a mirage appeared in the air.

An old man dressed in a cloth robe, with a cane in his hand and a small gourd tied around his waist, threw a picture scroll into the air and wrote a few words on it: If you can make the five withered plum trees on the mountain bloom, the old man can return with all his life's mantle.

When he had finished writing, the old man looked back at him.

Huo Zongtang finally recognized it, in the mirage under the last ray of sunlight the night before, there was an old man who seemed to have seen through time and space, staring at him thousands of years ago, the old man in the mirage was the old man in front of him!

This person is the crown!

What do the words of the crown mean?

If he can make the five withered plums on this Black Stone Mountain bloom again, he can obtain his lifelong inheritance of the mantle of literary soul?

At that point, you can go down the mountain yourself?

But how is this possible?

Huo Zongtang touched the five dead plum trees with his own hands, and used his soul ability to detect them, there is no doubt that they are all dead trees that have lost their vitality, how easy is it to make them dead trees spring!?

He sighed in his heart that it was impossible, but he couldn't help but want to try his best.

In such an inner conflict and contradiction, he took out the plum blossom mirages he saw last night one by one, and repeatedly tasted and pondered the poetry behind them.

The second night passed.

Nothing.

The third, fourth, and fifth nights passed quickly. Huo Zongtang, who had been guarding the top of the Black Rock Mountain for five days and five nights, was still at a loss and had no clue. The only gain is that he has memorized more than 100 plum blossom poems by the crown, and the more than 100 plum blossom mirages that appeared that night also seem to have taken root in his heart and can no longer be erased.

However, it didn't work, and he couldn't think of any way to make the dead plum tree bloom.

In the past few days, he has tried all methods, such as watering the plum tree with the little water left, injecting the soul ability into the branches, and even biting his fingers and smearing blood on the branches......

But these dead trees have not changed in the slightest.

In such a lifeless desert, on a rocky mountain; In the face of these dead branches that have been dead for an unknown number of years, is there any way to make them dead in spring?

You know, I am a man, not a god, and I have no divine power to bring the dead back to life!

Is Mr. Wang Mian cheating on me!?

Huo Zongtang stood on the lonely mountain, facing the vast universe of heaven and earth, and couldn't help but sigh.

After being bored, he suddenly thought of the cultivation of the soul image, which had been stuck in a bottleneck for many days.

Although it was impossible to solve the problem left by the crown for a while, the experience of these few days was already a great opportunity. It's better to take advantage of this time to practice the image of the plum blossom soul than to sit here and waste time.

He gathered his mind and condensed the image of plum blossoms in the void according to the method taught by Teacher Wen Yiduo.

After a while, there was a five-petal plum blossom in the air, the snow-white plum blossom was condensed with soul power, the soul stardust on the stamen was shining, the soul line on the edge of the plum blossom was stable, and there was a powerful energy hidden behind the snow-like flowers.

Hey?

Huo Zongtang looked at this almost perfect white plum, and his heart couldn't help jumping. In the past, when condensing imagery, he always felt difficult and obscure, but tonight's condensation process was completed in one go, extremely smooth, and there was no obstacle in the middle!

Also, the biggest bottleneck of his condensation image was originally the problem of the unstable structure of his soul power, but the white plum in front of him was like a naturally generated plum blossom, whether it was the shape, color, or the rules of the soul power inside, it was close to perfection and became extremely stable!

This is definitely the most outstanding plum blossom image that Huo Zongtang has condensed recently!

Could it be that I have unknowingly broken through the bottleneck?

He tried to condense the second plum blossom, but it was still so relaxed and natural, swaying freely!

He wanted to condense the third flower, but his body suddenly shook!

Don't......

His tired and blank eyes suddenly shot out a cloud of excited and excited light!

He suddenly turned around, his mind gathered on the dead plum tree, and then carefully condensed a white plum! The small plum blossom condensed on the branches, and in an instant, between the dead branches and the flowers, there was a wonderful feeling of life connection! Among the dead trees that have died so much that they can no longer die, a very faint vitality suddenly sprouted, and it is this vitality that makes the withered branches and the illusory soul plum blossom "blood connection", and naturally "grows" together!

Huo Zongtang looked at everything in front of him dumbfounded, and a flush suddenly appeared on his pale face!

"I ...... I did it! ”

"I really never thought that the method of making dead wood spring would be like this!"

Under the ecstasy, he endured the exhaustion and soreness all over his body, and released his mental power, and in another position of the dead branch of the plum tree, he began to condense a white plum with a literary soul! Soon, on the dead branches of the plum tree, a lifelike snow plum with a soul was "born".

Under the night sky, on the high mountain, the mental power on the dead branches of a tree flows, like the vitality of spring, and everywhere you go, the snow-white plum blossoms are in full bloom. The pale blue starlight fell all over the branches, illuminating the stardust emitted by the plum blossom stamens brighter and more beautiful.

When the red sun first rose, the whole dead tree was already full of snow-white plum blossoms. It's like snowflakes blooming all over the old woman's head, and the face is full of desolate beauty.

Huo Zongtang suddenly laughed, Huo Ran stood up, and read a poem out of his mouth:

"In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust; Suddenly, the fragrance of the night is scattered! ”

It is Wang Mian's masterpiece "White Plum".

On the dead tree, the white plum blossoms all over the branches, as if there is a cold breath and fragrance, which spreads between heaven and earth.

Flowers bloom, poems become poems, Huo Zongtang's literary soul Xuemei imagery is also cultivated to the realm of Dacheng!

Then, Huo Zongtang began to descend the mountain.

When he came to the vicinity of the second dead plum tree, he used his soul power and continued to condense the image of plum blossoms on the dead branches.

One after another, inky plum blossoms slowly open on the branches of dead trees.

The whole dead tree and thin branches, plus the ink-colored plum blossoms, is like an antique ink plum picture. The branches of the iron bones are decorated with dense ink plums, or buds are about to bloom, or blooming petals, or remnants of the buds, in a thousand postures, like thousands of jade beads scattered on the silver branches.

This Momei is beautiful and elegant, and the pure air strikes people, which makes people shocked at first sight, and is deeply moved by the wind and soul of Momei.

Huo Zongtang laughed again and chanted a poem: "My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and all the flowers bloom with light ink marks." Don't let people praise the color, just leave the air full of goodness! ”

This is another masterpiece of the crown "Momei".

After the poem was completed, Huo Zongtang's literary soul Momei imagery was also cultivated to the realm of Dacheng!

Immediately after, he came to the third dead plum tree, and used his soul ability to condense the image of a red plum tree.

At this time, his soul energy was almost exhausted. But he relied on the "Young China Says" in his arms, and then summoned a majestic soul power, and continued to "open" the bright red plums on the plum branches.

"Luofu Fairy is drunk with the spring breeze, and the jade bone ice muscle halo is light red. The fragrance is inexhaustible, and a few times in the clouds. ”

Flowers bloom, poems become poems, and the image of his literary soul and red plum is also cultivated to the realm of Dacheng!

Immediately afterwards, the fourth dead tree condensed a snow plum.

"Don't ask Luo Fu about the drunken immortal, laugh and call the lonely crane to Wu Tian. The spring breeze blows away the plum blossoms and snow, and the fragrance fills the West Lake with wine. ”

Flowers bloom, poems become poems, and the image of his literary soul Xuemei is also cultivated to the realm of Dacheng!

On the last dead tree, he seemed to have drunk a large jar of good wine, and had fallen into a state of delirium and drunkenness, and he was so full of spirit that he recited a long poem in his mouth:

"It rains and frosts in October in the south of the Yangtze River, and the grass and trees in the world dare not be fragrant. There is a unique old plum tree at the head of the stream, and the skin is like a radiant light.

The wind blows the cold pearl buds, and thousands of flowers bloom with snow. It seems that the jade concubines of Yaotai are stepping on the Luofu moon in the middle of the night.

The silver bell is moving and clear, and the sea smoke is not separated from Luofuxin. When we meet, we talk about the cold alliance of the year, and laugh at my drifting frost.

The white dew of the Jun family is full of autumn, and I drink thousands of flowers. The air was full of energy, clapping his hands and shouting the plum blossom king.

Boshan is cold in front of the fifth watch window, and Mo Feng Feiming is waking up. Get up and laugh at the stone master, there are 30,000 white clouds outside the door. ”

Poetry, the soul of plum blossoms is full of branches, chic, proud, uninhibited, full of heart!

The image of the plum soul breaks through to the realm of Dacheng!

White plum, black plum, red plum, snow plum, plum soul, Huo Zongtang broke through the fivefold realm in one breath in a row, refining five kinds of majestic literary soul images!

And by the time the last realm successfully broke through, Huo Zongtang was already under the black stone mountain. He looked up at the sky, looked at the blade-like peaks in the sky, laughed, and said, "I see! The mantle of the crown, I have fulfilled the essence of God, and I can return! Mr. Wang, you can have no regrets, and I have no regrets! ”

As he spoke, he knelt down and bowed respectfully three times.

Immediately afterwards, he tilted his body and fell asleep at the foot of the mountain.

In the middle of the desert, sand and dust are rolling.

Huo Zongtang rode a silver wildebeest and galloped out of an oasis.

In his arms, he carried two Tongling grasses found in the oasis. These two Tongling grasses were found by Huo Zongtang in a large oasis after leaving the Black Stone Mountain.

In the meantime, in order to seize this Tongling grass, he also fought a battle with several hyena war beasts, and he also had a lot of colors on his body.

But fortunately, these two 500-year-old Tongling Grass were successfully captured by Huo Zongtang in the end.

Now he rode out of the oasis on a silver wildebeest, and a group of hyena beasts were still in hot pursuit. Although these hyena war beasts are not of high rank, they are cunning and ferocious by nature, and they are extremely capable of group combat. Huo Zongtang provoked these dozen hyena war beasts, just like stabbing a hornet's nest, and he was in constant trouble.

However, after galloping for more than ten miles in the yellow sand, Huo Zongtang suddenly heard a rush of footsteps from the side, as if someone was riding a war beast and forcing over.

The yellow sand in front of him was long, and he couldn't even see the figure clearly a few meters away, so Huo Zongtang released his telekinesis and swept it, and sure enough, ten meters away around him, someone really rode a burly East Feather Bird, and kept pressing over.

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This is yesterday's new addition...... It really makes my heart pound, alas.

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