The mountain behind Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, that is, the rotten peach mountain.

This rotten peach mountain, there are patches of peach trees growing all over the mountain, because the peaches are ripe and fall all over the mountain.

There are not many disciples in the three-star cave of the slanting moon, and they eat very few peaches on weekdays, so that most of the peaches rot on the ground.

The ripe peaches become the richest nourishment for the fruit grove, and then the peach trees grow more and more luxuriant, and the peaches grow more and bigger.

Now the peach trees on the rotten peach mountain, before the time to bear fruit, the peach blossoms all over the mountain, white, pink, rose, really purple and red.

Looking at this piece of peach forest, Yang Xuan stopped and stared, remembering that many years ago, when Sun Wukong had not been driven away by the Bodhi Patriarch, he often came there to play in his spare time.

There are good peach trees in the mountains, the scenery is beautiful and abnormal, and because the monkeys love to eat peaches, they are in the arms of Sun Wukong. Every time the peach is ripe, Sun Wukong will let go of his stomach, eat a full meal, if he feels tired, he will find the peach tree with the most lush branches and leaves, and sleep peacefully.

Yang Xuan silently looked at this place of cultivation in the past, recalling the old things, his eyes were a little confused, and he was half-paid, before continuing to move forward.

Yang Xuan walked unhurriedly, exceptionally steady. After a short time, I climbed a cliff on the waist of the peak and came to the destination of this trip - Siguo Cliff.

This mountain cliff is a cliff on three sides, one side is a mountain wall, there is a stone tablet in front of the cliff, and the three words "think about the cliff" are written on it; There is a stone cave on the cliff, there is a vacant land in front of the hole, a stone pavilion, the peach blossoms in front of the pavilion are in full bloom, and the fragrance is flourishing.

Yang Xuan looked at the stone tablet, then raised his head to look at the sky, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Thinking about the cliff? I didn't expect me to have such a day. ”

Si Guo Ya, this is the place where the disciples of Sanxing Cave were punished to think about after making mistakes

In the past, Yang Xuan, as a proud disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, was a proper "three good students" in the three-star cave of the slanting moon, and was rarely scolded by Patriarch Bodhi, and he was never punished for thinking about the cliff face.

How many years have passed, and there is such a day.

In the past, Sun Wukong was punished for thinking about it, but he didn't care if he was open-minded by nature, but he was like a fish in water, and if he was lucky, he could eat several full peaches.

Walking to the stone pavilion and sitting down, Yang Xuan took out a big peach that was white and red, fat and tender from the treasure bag, pinched a trick, condensed the water vapor in his hand, washed the peach, and then sent it to his mouth to bite down.

The peach juice is overflowing, fragrant and refreshing, and it is still so tender and delicious.

Every time Yang Xuan eats peaches in Rotten Peach Mountain, he is in the habit of his previous life, and he always washes the peaches.

If Sun Wukong sees it, he will complain that Yang Xuan is too particular, and then throw away the peach pit with half a peach, and use the rest of the rotten peaches as a companion to nourish this peach mountain.

This monkey has a very big mouth, and when he eats peaches, he will only nibble on the sweetest part of the peach three or two bites.

Yang Xuan would initially teach Sun Wukong not to waste food, and occasionally came to the sentence "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work."

Then Sun Wukong will take two bites of the peach in his hand, muttering "I don't understand", and then throw it away.

After eating the peach in one bite, there was a light brown peach pit in Yang Xuan's palm, olive-shaped, crumpled, sleek at one end and sharp at the other.

Throw it away and throw it under the peach blossom in front of the stone pavilion, maybe this peach pit will take root and sprout, and grow into a peach tree after many years.

Holding his head high, Yang Xuan looked down at the thousands of miles of mountains, stacked with mountains and mountains, and Zhong Lingyuxiu was at the end...... It's just that the loss and melancholy in my heart are difficult to calm down for a long time.

"Traverser? Huh"

Recalling the various experiences that descended on the sky and then to the present, Yang Xuan suddenly smiled very sarcastically, and his laughter was full of bitterness and self-deprecation.

"The so-called traversers are just sentient beings."

Yang Xuan sighed softly, Yang Xuan was still very proud of his identity as a "traverser" at first.

After all, I saw a lot in my previous life, and the traverser in it, which is not the advantage of foresight to seek benefits or something, walked to the peak of life in minutes. It doesn't matter what pig's foot villains and tricks you are, you will beat them every minute!

Not to mention that Lao Tzu still has a system.

However, his pride didn't last long, and he was depressed to find himself in the heaven-covering world 200,000 years ago, and because he was made into a holy body by the system, he was taken by the Feather God Dynasty to sacrifice blood to become an immortal tripod, and he almost hit the street.

Finally came to the Flood Wilderness, without the Holy Body Curse, relying on the unique cultivation environment here, Yang Xuan finally began to walk on the "peak of life".

Worship under the Bodhi Patriarch, ten years to become an immortal, twenty years of paper-making and heavenly merits, and to obtain the fruit of the heavenly immortals. In less than two hundred years, it is the top of the three flowers, and the golden immortal Dao fruit has been obtained.

During this period, he also showed off a few small shows in other worlds, and even the powerful white-clothed empress of the universe had to look at herself with admiration.

Seriously, whenever he saw the shock in the empress's eyes, Yang Xuan felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

This is the pride that a traverser should have.

However, after a lot of tossing and turning in that parallel world, Yang Xuan finally discovered that the so-called "traverser", no matter how cool you dragged and hung the sky, even if it was such a strange thing, in the eyes of those real bigwigs in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, it was just an ant after all. At most, the origins are a little more peculiar, and it is worth a second glance at them.

"I'm so stupid."

Recalling his performance in front of the empress, Yang Xuan supported his forehead with his hands, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As a dignified golden immortal in the desolate wilderness, Shizun is a quasi-saint who has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, facing the countryman of the ruined world, Yang Xuan's restriction feels that he is really ridiculous.

Whenever he stood in front of a cold woman, Yang Xuan always followed her in every way like he doted on the little girl next door, got used to her, and even passed on the supreme supernatural power passed on to him by Bodhi Patriarch privately.

In the end, she didn't even get a smile on her face.

She actually comforted herself with words like "I owe her brother karma".

However, covering the sky is not like a flood, everything pays attention to cause and effect.

It's ridiculous.

"Emotional?"

Yang Xuan's eyes were a little dull, and he muttered softly. He still remembered that when the Bodhi Patriarch was about to arrive, he once mentioned that the higher the realm of immortals, the more difficult it was to be emotional.

After all, the way immortals with high realms look at things is another matter entirely.

And he actually behaved like a licking dog!!

Could it be ...... The traverser himself carries certain shackles, and he still hasn't shaken off those shackles?

"I'm a traverser, what a failure."

Thinking of this, a thought slowly appeared in Yang Xuan's mind.

Shouldn't I cut off some superfluous, useless lust, or else......

Da Luo is difficult to prove!!

"Wu Xuan, you are indeed a traverser."

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