Since the catastrophe of the plane tree, Changli moved the collapse to the plane tree, and stayed with the plane tree day and night. Even if the sycamore fruit still did not react, Changli also poured his blood on the roots of the tree every day, never stopped, and this guard was four hundred years.

In the past 400 years, there have only been two letters. The rest of the time, except for Ying Long, who came occasionally. They all live in Yaochuan Pavilion by themselves, and no one listens to Changli except for talking to the plane tree in the courtyard.

In addition to cultivating every day, the only two things Changli is willing to do are to loosen the soil for the plane tree with a hoe, and one more thing is to play the guqin under the tree.

The guqin is made of sycamore leaves, and whenever the sound of the piano reaches the ear, it is as if the sycamore fruit has never left.

On this day, Ying Long came to give Changli the elixir, and saw that Changli was still wearing a plain robe and pretending to sleep under the tree, and the aura of the whole body was more refined and colder than before. He put the jade bottle containing the elixir on the side of the bed and quipped: "Your Highness, your meal is also under the tree, your cultivation is also under the tree, playing the piano is also under the tree, and sleeping is still under the tree, why don't you just dismantle the Yaochuan Pavilion behind you and leave only this one bed?" ”

Because Yaochuan Pavilion has always been deserted, a little sound is extraordinarily clear. Changli was closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, and when he heard a sound, he opened his eyes.

Seeing that it was Ying Long coming, he opened his mouth and said: "My Yaochuan Pavilion is already rare, let alone people, not even a fairy beast has passed by me. Only this plane tree in the courtyard was still alive, and I slept under it to be closer to the living creatures. Seeing that Ying Long was full of alcohol, Changli asked again: "If I remember correctly, today is the birthday of the concubine, you don't drink in Yaochi, why did you come to me?" ”

Ying Long sat on the edge of the bed, and conjured up a food box and put it on the stone table next to him and said: "Today is the birthday of the Queen of Heaven, although there are countless delicious foods and wines, but the Yao Chi is too noisy, so I fled to His Royal Highness to hide and relax." ”

Changli waved his hand to open the food box that Ying Long carried, and when he saw that it contained exquisite food, he said: "Those immortals are dealing with each other, as the body protector beast of your father, if you don't come forward, won't you fall into the hands of others?" ”

Ying Long took out the food in the food box, put it on the stone table, and poured wine for himself and Changli and said, "I have already drunk it for a while, and I have already shown my face, so I escaped by the help of the overwhelming strength of the wine." ”

"Ying Long Shenjun, you are known as a thousand cups in the heavenly realm and are not drunk, probably those immortals will be fooled by you when they are drunk," Changli said, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Ying Long also drank the wine in the cup and said: "Although I am not drunk in a thousand cups, I am not happy to drink with others, and every time I drink alone, I am the most happy." But His Highness can't be compared with others, so I only want to drink with His Highness! Your Highness, today Ying Long is drinking with His Highness, what do you say the others have done? Come.... Drink ......"

Seeing this, Changli picked up the wine glass and said, "Okay, dry!" ”

The two drank for a long time, and the wine jar brought by Ying Long was at the bottom, and Changli was also dizzy, and Ying Long saw that the wine jar was at the bottom, so he muttered that he wanted to get a few more jars, and as he was talking, the person flew away.

Seeing that Ying Long had left, Changli staggered to his feet. At this time, the Nine Heavens Xuannu had already fallen into colorful auspicious clouds, and the immortals in charge of the night in the heavenly realm also laid out the moonlight stars.

He slashed his wrist into his mouth, dripping blood at the root of the tree, and touched the sycamore tree and said, "I can't get away from the affairs of the clan, but why have you left me for so long?" I haven't forgotten to pour blood on you for a day, are you angry that I let the thunder struck you that day, so I hid it? It's been more than 400 years, how long will you hide? ”

When Ying Long came back, he saw that Changli was sleeping crookedly, so he helped him take off his clothes, and cleaned up the leftovers on the stone table before turning into a person.