The picture that immediately unfolded in Jiuyou's mind changed again, and a new scene appeared in front of her eyes:

She saw the familiar little willow seedling that appeared in the picture just now, after tens of thousands of years, its body continued to be born and died, and its soul seemed to be between each alternation of life and death, absorbing the green blood drop little by little, and it slowly gave birth to a white light and shadow, which is its soul, from the mortal to the god.

The drop of green blood spit out by the beautiful woman and the song she played, gave it the opportunity to change its life against the sky, between each change of life and death, under the baptism of that drop of green blood, it slowly comprehended the mystery of life and death, and the bloodline also successfully advanced from the mortal vein to the divine vein, and had a rare plant tree soul in the world.

You must know that bloodline evolution and advancement are inherently difficult, and the bloodlines of the gods and demons are the easiest to cultivate, because they are the darlings of the heavens, the demon race is the last, and the human race is at the bottom, and the plant race, as we all know, only exists in legends, and it is almost impossible to give birth to spiritual intelligence, if it is not an exaggeration to describe it as one in a billion.

Because the small stage evolution of plant bloodlines and the large stage of advancement need to go through countless years of precipitation and light, their lifespan is longer than that of any race, and correspondingly, they are also very late in enlightenment, longer than any race.

And if there are no innate conditions, or if there is a great opportunity for the day after tomorrow, then they will never give birth to tree souls.

This is the reason why there are all kinds of races, but there are no plant races.

And this little willow seedling was lucky, although it was born with a deficiency, she got this drop of blood and heard the woman play. She was fortunate to be one of those billions of probabilities.

Between tens of thousands of years of life and death, it gave birth to its own spiritual wisdom and possessed a rare god tree soul in the world, because it stayed alone in the deep mountains and old forests, and there were no companions around, it was lonely and ignorant. Absorbing sunlight every day for cultivation, just two thousand years ago, its cultivation reached a bottleneck, and when it began to try to cultivate to break the emperor and transform into a human form, it was unlucky to attract one of the ten major thunder tribulations of heaven and earth, and its local area was instantly wiped out by lightning, and its soul, in the crisis of life and death, with the help of that green drop of blood, was able to be reborn again.

However, due to the menacing nature of the Heavenly Tribulation, the injury was too serious, and the remaining power of the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder had been destroying its soul, if it hadn't been blessed by that drop of blood, it would have already been wiped out. However, its soul failed to survive the catastrophe, and as a result, it was unable to maintain its human form, and it turned into a cloud of white light again, and since then it has fallen into a long underground sleep.

It wasn't until more than 10,000 years ago that it finally wiped out the last trace of thunder power left in the soul and replanted seedlings on a mountain road.

But before it had time to grow, and the soul was in a muddy nightmare and sleep, it was trampled by the carriages that came and went at will, and the new body that it finally grew up again was trampled and broken like this.

Just when it thought it would fall into a deep sleep again, waiting for the next rebirth, a little bald white face suddenly appeared, he looked at it, pity and compassion, he couldn't bear to dig it out of the mountain road carefully, planted it in the broken bowl he used to turn his fate, chanted and prayed for it every day, it drifted with him, until he brought it back to Lingtian Temple. He also brought back a palm-sized cat that followed him at the foot of the mountain, with a yin and yang face, black and white hair, very thin and cute.

When Jiuyou saw it, he was very surprised, how could it be exactly the same as the thief, but it was much smaller than the thief, and it was far less agile and cunning than the thief.

He took them to the depths of the back mountain, next to his dwelling, gave it a new home, and carefully removed it from the broken bowl to the ground.

Since then, he has given the kitten a name called Bodhi, and he keeps it by his side.

From then on, after finishing his homework every day, he would sit by the tree, chanting sutras, meditating or playing the harp. And the kitten has been following him obediently and dumbfounded.

Day after day, year after year, its body finally grew from a small willow seedling to a towering willow tree again. And that Bodhi is also under the influence of his chanting and the baptism of the piano, more and more intelligent, and more and more old.

Until one day, on the day of his teacher's sacrifice, he worked tirelessly to compose the world-famous requiem.

It was pleasantly surprised to find that every time he played the Requiem, its tree soul recovered better and better, until one day, when he fed blood to the Bodhi Finger that had not lived much, baptized its meridians with the light of charity, and edified its mind with the Requiem, she unexpectedly woke up in advance.

It's just that, due to the failure of the last crossing, she still didn't succeed in transforming into a human form, but this time the tree soul that awakened it was no longer a ball of light, but a humanoid light and shadow.

Because she has been alone in the mountains and forests for many years, there are no companions around, and she has no experience in getting along with people, so she has created a withdrawn and taciturn personality every day, and she never appears in front of people, so he doesn't know about her existence.

She watched him chant and play the piano under her tree every day, watched him slowly grow from a young man to a middle-aged uncle, watched him busy with greenery, spread the Lingtian Temple little by little, and watched him occasionally meet friends happily and talkatively.

Later, through the words of his friend, she learned his name: Dust, which is a very nice name.

Spring goes to autumn, the sun rises and the moon sets, the stars change, time flies, the years fly by, and she begins to get used to his existence.

Until one day, he had an epiphany under the tree, and he saw her tree spirit for the first time, and he was shocked for a while.

"You're a willow tree soul?" Chenyuan asked curiously in shock.

She looked at him in silence and nodded silently.

"I didn't expect that there really is a plant race in this world, it's really strange, what's your name?" Chenyuan asked curiously.

She shook her head, she didn't have a name.

"No name?" Dust Yuan asked again curiously.

She nodded.

"Then I'll give you a name, when I first saw you, I was a small willow seedling that was dying, weak like a new grass seedling in the quagmire, although weak as a wind willow, but stubbornly resisted and continued to improve myself. The plant race is a collection of the essence of heaven and earth, the aura of the sun and the moon, the soul of all things, and the transformation of nature into a magical existence, then you will be called Linghe in the future" Chenyuan pondered for a while and said.

Linghe? It seemed like a good name, and she nodded in agreement.

In this way, he taught her the human language, and she became accustomed to him either chanting or playing the piano every day. And she was also busy sucking the essence of the day and night cultivation every day, and most of them didn't speak, and they were busy with their own things. But the days felt very full.

To him, perhaps she was a child like that Bodhi.

And for her, he is like a father, a brother, and a teacher. He was also the first friend in her life.

He watched Bodhi become more and more human, and she became more and more human, while she watched him, growing old little by little, and walking towards the end of his life little by little.

Until the outbreak of the Great War of the Ages, he ran out of life and was about to die, and at that moment, she finally knew what it meant to be afraid.

Originally gifted by the ancient goddess of life and given a new life, she should have gone out to protect the last bloodline descendant left by her master, but she became a deserter for him, she opened the Lingtian Temple Temple Guardian Array, and gave him a layer of her essence, and even divided a wisp of life divine blood breath to wash his blood and qi for him, so that he could live for hundreds of years.

She guarded him every day until he woke up and reopened the temple protection array, but found that the world had changed greatly, all the races were no longer the original ten thousand races, all the gods and goddesses were gone, all the emperors were killed in battle, the primeval time and space were broken and disappeared, and the breath of heaven and earth also entered the era of the end of the law.

He began to get busy, chanting sutras for the deceased, praying for the blessings of the world, raising funds for the victims, and running around for the people.

And the remnants of the world's ten thousand clans after jointly clearing the remnants of the devil, after a period of silent mutual protection and temptation, finally ushered in a reshuffle, many of the remaining old clans, disappeared overnight, many small clans, also took advantage of the situation, after all, everyone knows that there are no masters in the ten thousand clans.

For the quota of all races, in order to obtain more resources, for fame and fortune, the world has since fallen into a long-term struggle, and later generations have been known as the eternal war.

And in front of the Lingtian Temple he created, there are many more homeless homeless people, some of them are the descendants of all races who were once high, and now they are crazy or upside down or poor. It's very miserable and pitiful.

And he has pity for the world, but also for those heroes who died in the eternal war, their ancestors fought for the peace of the world, but their descendants did not get a good death, many orphans and widows were driven out of the tribe, living in the streets, he looked at the world full of gunsmoke, the flames of war, there are many innocent people, victimized, he saw the desperate and blank eyes in their eyes, sad and angry but powerless to return to the sky, he was sympathetic and sympathetic, and wanted to do his best to help them get out of the sea of suffering, and wanted to appease these people who were wandering at the end of the road, However, physical healing is far from being able to heal the wounds in their hearts, let alone the anger in their hearts.

He looked at the despair, sadness, and helplessness in the eyes of the world...... Once again had an epiphany, creating the world-famous Requiem.

She looked at him, obviously as small as dust, but she was obsessed with those ordinary people who had nothing to do with it, the people of the world wept blood, compassion for all sentient beings running back and forth, and finally worried about fatigue, fell down again and again, and stood up again and again, she could only secretly recuperate for him, but she was helpless, because he had the world in his heart and had long since lost himself.

And she can only follow him secretly and protect him.