After the jade lotus woke up, she found that the surroundings were a lot quieter, the air was much fresher, and even the aura of heaven and earth was much richer.

The Jade Lotus only quietly began to cultivate.

As soon as the man stretched out his hand, he scared her.

It feels really uncomfortable to have your own destiny in the hands of others.

She wants to cultivate immortals, wants to transform into shapes, wants to become powerful, and becomes no longer harmed.

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes and complained-

The busy god went to a lotus pond in the mortal realm, what kind of art did he sell?

Also, it turns out that the time when the sky is outside Sendai is not the first time she and Xuanguang have met?

What kind of brain was she before, she actually saw Xuanguang but didn't remember?

Jade Lotus is dedicated to cultivation, not at all like other spirits, always staring at Xuanguang when they are idle.

After Xuanguang couldn't bear to throw out a few little elves who dared to approach him, the rest were finally honest, but they were still guessing from time to time - who was he?

Xuanguang lived by the pool, sometimes he stroked the piano, sometimes painted, sometimes played with his left and right hands, and never thought it was boring.

He didn't dislike it, but Yan Ruyu wished he had a remote control in his hand and could press the fast-forward button.

She didn't want to get along with Xuanguang like this.

This way of getting along made her gradually think that Xuanguang was here for her.

He is here to play the piano and paint, not for a good time.

Whether it is the sound of his piano or his paintings, they are all used to gather the aura of heaven and earth.

He set up a great array of spirits near the lotus pond, and this mountain has long been transformed into a feng shui treasure by him, becoming a real immortal mountain.

In just over ten years, countless immortal cultivators who have glimpsed the way of immortality have come to visit, and some of them have taken a fancy to the aura here and want to establish a sect cave here.

These people were all rejected by Xuanguang either tactfully or forcefully.

Under such unique conditions, Little Lotus's cultivation is still outrageously slow......

Some of the spirits of her contemporaneous period have all transformed and gone to the bottom of the mountain to practice, but she is still a lotus flower that seems to be real and fake.

One day, Yan Ruyu saw Xuanguang standing in front of the lotus pond for a long, long time, his expression was dark, and he successfully hid all the thoughts in his heart.

After a night of contemplation, Xuanguang removed her from the lotus pond.

He specially opened up a spiritual pool for this dark lotus, and as soon as he moved it in, Yan Ruyu felt comfortable all over, and the petals and leaves of the little lotus were also much more energetic, and a gust of wind blew and stretched out very vigorously.

Yan Ruyu raised her eyes at this moment, and just saw that Xuanguang's face seemed to have a rare smile......

It's just that the smile was too faint, and it disappeared too quickly, making her suspect that she was just hallucinating.

When he was reincarnated as a human being, he didn't mention it, how could Xuanguang, who was a god, seem to have no seven emotions and six desires?

Yan Ruyu reluctantly relived the boredom of cultivation in her body in her previous life, and gradually regarded Xuanguang as an entertainer who passed her boring time.

Thinking about it made her feel much happier.

The seal around the lotus pond was strengthened, and Yan Ruyu Xuanguang seemed to be in a hurry.

Because he has increased his intake of Reiki.

He didn't care about the lotus pond and the other plants and trees around him, he just persistently poured the condensed spiritual energy into the spiritual pool prepared for Yan Ruyu.

Time flies, a hundred years pass in a flash, and this night, the city ushered in a heavy rain that is rare in a century.

The rain was pouring down, the wind was continuous, many houses in the city collapsed, the people were crying out for the sky and the ground, and the lotus pond was also affected.

The other lotus flowers in the pond were stoggled by the strong wind, and after a gust of wind, new plants and trees were broken off their stalks.

Decades of practice, once disillusioned.