For ten years, Jun Qisang would hold the glass lamp without wick to the withered plane tree every night, and stood quietly like this, looking at the endless flow of the Sansheng River, full of melancholy.

After the eighth sister's incense disappeared from the jade, he worked hard to cultivate, and found a trace of the breath of the fox eighth sister from the Sansheng River, and raised it in this glazed cup, but this breath was weak, and the glazed cup lost its wick.

"Eighth sister, why are you so decisive...... facing the glass cup, Jun Qisang's heart is like a knife.

This is the last time Bai Qingcang saw him, he handed it over, saying that if something happened to him in the fairy world Yaochi, the eighth sister would definitely look around for the whereabouts of the glass cup and be reborn for him, but what a price to pay for rebirth, if he was not careful, he would lose the cultivation of the person who was reborn for him, and he didn't want the eighth sister to cultivate for him, so he would hand over the glass cup to him first.

entrusted him to take care of the eighth sister, but he killed her.

It's his fault, it's a big mistake, how can the kind-hearted eighth sister be able to bleed like a river and stain Yaochi with blood......

Long before she went to Yaochi, she actually used her mana to forcibly force the Dragon Soul Crystal out of her body, attached it to Xiao Ba, and ordered someone to send Xiao Ba back to Qingqiu.

This stupid eighth sister has already seen through all this, but she didn't expect Jun Qisang's arrival, nor did she expect Jun Qisang's mouth that she was actually a poor person, without the slightest affection, there would be that sad smile, and red teardrops falling from the corners of her eyes.

Touching the withered plane tree, the once prosperous and undefeated, the scene of a tree blooming is still in his mind, how many times have he wondered, why this plane flower will be as usual all year round, and there can still be a prosperous tree when it keeps falling, until the flower soul told him that the eighth sister raised this tree with painstaking blood, he suddenly found that he was so stupid, he would believe the words of the fate, and killed the eighth sister.

Looking at this withered plane tree, it was like the eighth sister's heart was dead, it was him, who made her heart like a dead ash tree, and her body like an untied boat, so that she chose to end her life like this, give up all her cultivation, and regret! Let him regret it.

Now the eighth sister only has this wisp of breath left, and he is consuming his cultivation every day to raise in the glass cup, and the glass cup has no wick, I don't know if his cultivation is enough to come up with a way to find the wick of the glass lamp......

"Eighth sister, the master knows that he is wrong, why are you so strong, the master said that day that you were ruthless and didn't really say this, how kind are you, how can I not understand, I just want to stop you from killing and bring disaster to myself, I never thought that this is the real reason for killing you, do you know? My heart is tormented day by day, and my heart is distressed like a cocoon, but I can't tell outsiders, I can only sigh at your breath, without you, I feel that this world is so desolate, so chaotic......"

The green and secluded Sansheng River, without a sign of life, calm and without waves, in the beautiful scene of no sycamore flowers falling into the river, only the withering of a tree on the bank, and his cold breath that has been the same for ten years, the eighth sister is not in his increasingly cold, no one dares to approach, I saw him muttering to himself every day at a strange lamp without a wick, holding a worn-out ancient book and studying something.

People passing by kept shaking their heads, this Sansheng Temple has long been dilapidated, only he sits on the Sansheng Stone every day to study how to make this withered plane tree come back to life, but for ten years, a whole ten years, this withered trunk has no signs of life, but is getting more and more dry, as if a little spark can be lit, he stays here every day, does not let people get close to this plane tree, and also lays notices around, can not light lights, can not have a trace of candles, here is dark at night is terrible, slowly no one approaches, The incense here is also dilapidated.

Jun Qisang sighed at the withered plane tree: "Hey! Eighth sister, how did you raise this flower to bloom undefeated, I have studied it for ten years, why hasn't even a leaf grown......" Jun Qisang couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and threw the ancient book aside.

In the past ten years, he has worked hard, and the dead wood of this tree is still dead wood, and it has not improved, and it is inevitably a little decadent.

The girl who was talking to herself under the plane tree read the song: The fox eight sisters' house is full of flowers, thousands of flowers are low on the branches, and the butterflies dance from time to time, attracting the phoenix tree to perch......

I only hated that I knew too late, and I also blamed the girl for erasing his memory without his eternal permission......

After three months,

The sycamore tree that has withered for ten years finally sent out a tender green sprout at the top of the tree, Jun Qisang looked at the tender green, ten years of darkness and melancholy in his heart like seeing a ray of light, the cold edges and corners softened a lot, and there was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the dead silence.

This is the result of his ten years of daily hard work, the plane tree withered, as if with the eighth sister in general, there is no sign of life, the flower soul said, the eighth sister used a month of time, a bowl of hard work every day to cultivate this flower undefeated, blooming purple sycamore flowers, that is the flower from her heart, she just wants him to see it happy, can believe that it was not her pushing the snow feather fairy under the deep sea cold spring, this fool, he doesn't believe her!

He was also in a hurry at that time, and his tone was a little more neutral, and now he spends every day in remorse, and hopes that the eighth sister will stand in front of him with an innocent smile and say to her: Fool, no matter what, I will believe you.

But everything has no chance, in the past ten years, a bowl of blood every day to raise this plane tree, constantly into the glass cup of cultivation, really afraid! I'm really afraid that he won't be able to wait for him to disappear into the vast world when he thinks of how to save the eighth sister.

Today, seeing this tender green gives him a lot of comfort and a glimmer of hope.

The sunlight shines through the clouds, obliquely down, and the golden light shines on the tender green of the plane tree, which is dazzlingly beautiful.

Between heaven and earth, time seems to stand still, a white Xuanyi looks at a touch of tender green on the dead wood with a soft face, holding a strange lamp in his hand, standing at the source of the Sanshi River with a very relieved expression, the sun is like a golden circle of light inlaid for him, so that everything in the world has lost its color, and a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth makes people can't bear to look away.