Ten days have passed since that day of punishment, and Changli has been lying in bed for ten days. In the past ten days, the two of them took turns to cross the spiritual power for Changli, and only then did they stop the pain of Changli's heart. But the broken finch still can't be retracted into the body by Changli.

On this day, Changli breathed under the plane tree, but the fruit of gold and silver spoke.

"But you crossed me to become an immortal?"

Changli got up and said with a smile: "You little elf don't talk nonsense, you just have spiritual consciousness now, and you are far from becoming an immortal." ”

When the fruit heard this, he asked, "Then when will I become an immortal?" ”

Changli smiled: "Then it depends on your creation, I can't say it." ”

When the fruit heard this, he sighed: "I really want to become an immortal." Can you make me become an immortal sooner? I've been locked up in the dark for a long time, and it was only after drinking what you had that day that I broke through the ban and was born. Can you give me some more of what you gave me that day? ”

The soft and glutinous voice of the sycamore fruit, listening to Changli's heart is as happy as eating a piece of candy, it turns out that the sycamore is not a spirit with evil thoughts, she doesn't even know blood, how can she know that drinking a person's blood will make him die.

So he pretended to be serious and said, "How can you eat the blood in your body indiscriminately? Aren't you afraid that I will poison you? ”

Hearing Changli say this, the fruit became proud, and the fruit said, "It turns out that the thing on your body is called blood, do you drink all my blood?" If it weren't for the fact that your blood is more fragrant than others, I wouldn't have drunk your blood. ”

After hearing this, Changli said: "You must not harm others, you can't cultivate by sucking people's blood, so you will not become an immortal, but a demon." ”

"I can't drink the blood of others," the fruit paused and said, "Why don't you give me your blood, and I'll repair your broken true body for you?" ”

Hearing this, Changli was shocked, she didn't even know the blood, and she could actually detect that her true body was broken. So he asked, "How do you know that I am really broken?" ”

The fruit said disdainfully: "Although your blood is fragrant, it is full of turbid qi, and its spiritual power is dissipated, and only if the real body is injured, the blood will be like this." I sucked a lot of your blood, of course I know, but if you can help me become an immortal, I am willing to help you rebuild your true body, but my spiritual power is low now, and I can't produce sycamore tears that can repair all things, if I cultivate a little higher, I will definitely be able to produce sycamore tears, and when the time comes, I will help you re-glue your true body, and you won't have to suffer, how about it? ”

Chang Yuan thought, what is the Wutong tears, I have seen a lot of books that record ancient artifacts in the past few hundred years, why have I never seen a record of Wutong tears, thinking of this, Changli opened his mouth and asked: "You said that this Wutong tears can repair all things, but is it true?" ”

Seeing Changli ask about the sycamore fruit, he became proud: "That's natural, you can repair ancient artifacts on the top, and you can cultivate all things in the mortal world, and it's naturally a trivial matter to repair your true body." It's just that my spiritual power is too low now, and my own body hasn't been cultivated yet, so I can't give birth to sycamore tears. But your mana is strong, and you will definitely be able to help me become an immortal, so I will give you Wutong tears in exchange. ”

Changli listened and said seriously: "Then how many sycamore tears are you going to give me?" ”

After thinking about it, it seemed that it was difficult to make a decision, and only after a while did he say: "Two, how about I give you two?" ”

Changli laughed out loud when he heard this: "I sacrificed my own blood to wish you to become an immortal." I just exchanged your two sycamore tears, why are you so slammed. ”

"What do you mean by me slamming the door?" After hearing what Changli said, Wutong Guo was a little unhappy, he said: "Wutong tears are born by chance, I only have one gold and one silver, and I can only give birth to two." But I gave you both, and you, an illiterate person, actually said that I picked them? ”

Changli smiled after hearing this: "Oh-so that's the case, that's it, it's just my intention, it was my intention to cross you into an immortal, you don't have to promise me anything, anyway, the injuries on my body can't be healed for a while, so I will accompany you to cultivate, and I will always watch you, teach you not to take detours, and finally achieve positive results!" ”

After that, Changli recited the practice under the plane tree every day, and every night he put a bowl of blood and poured it under the tree. Day by day.