Three hundred years ago, a begonia fell on the nameless mountain, nourished by the morning dew, irrigated by rain, and finally broke through the soil and grew day by day. The begonia tree gets up every morning and stretches its waist, and then stares blankly at the big sun in front of it, rising and falling in the east and setting in the west, and the cycle repeats, which is really boring. So, a man descended from the sky, his black hair was like a waterfall, a hosta was bundled, his face was handsome, and he only smiled slightly, which caused the branches of the begonia tree to tremble. The man said, "The Emperor of Heaven saw that you had nothing to do all day and that there was no hope for your path to immortality, so he asked me to help you." ”

"My roots are in the ground, how do you want me to run out and do good?" The begonia tree is a little sullen, who doesn't want to become an immortal! When you become an immortal, you can become a person, and you can hook up with a handsome son, it's really fun to think about.

The man seemed to see through Begonia's thoughts, so he said earnestly: "Who said that if you want to ascend to immortality, you must do good deeds?" I'm telling you, all you have to do now is to cultivate, cultivate into a human form! Look at you, it's been a hundred years, and you're not even a demon! ”

What he said could be regarded as infuriating the begonia, so it shook the leaves on its body fiercely. When it was too late, the man violently cast a demon spell, causing the leaves to hit the begonia's body, oh no, it was on the trunk of the tree.

"Little demon grandpa spare his life!" Haitang looked at the man through the trunk of the tree, and thought: This may be a monster who has been cultivating for many years, and then look at the sword in his hand, maybe he will cut me down! Thirty-six plans, begging for mercy.

The man's face was pale, and he stared at Begonia with wide eyes, "Who said I was a demon?" ”

"Because you can understand me...... Speak. ”

"Hmph, what an elm head, this immortal is an immortal, and your eyes look like a demon?" The man who claimed to be an immortal seemed to be a little angry, and Begonia was a little cowardly, so he had to compromise for the time being, and it was not too late for the gentleman to take revenge for ten years!

"Great Immortal, then how can I become an immortal?" Haitang was happy in her heart, and thought to herself, if I become an immortal in the future, I can seduce Brother Gongzi, which is great!

Because Begonia likes to shake off those branches when he is happy, Daxian became serious when he saw this: "If you want to cultivate immortals, you can't have distracting thoughts in your heart, and if you want to become a good immortal for the benefit of the world, you can only succeed if you have no distracting thoughts." ”

Since then, Begonia has made up her mind to follow this great immortal in the future, because he can read minds! "Daxian, I will definitely follow you well in the future."

Daxian was very satisfied when he heard this, so he said: "This immortal's name is Moxuan, look at you, this little demon, you don't want to make progress all day long, you must not even have a name!" ”

He disagrees with this sentence of begonias very much, because every time people take a dip under the branches of begonias, they will praise them: "This begonia is so beautiful and cool." At this time, Begonia will always shake this "body", indicating that it is very useful to praise it.

So, the little demon shook the branch violently and retorted: "Who said I don't have a name, my name is Begonia!" ”

When Mo Xuan heard this, his face was full of ridicule: "The begonia trees all over the world are called begonias, what is the difference between you and no name?" Since I have become your master, then I will reward you with a name, Zhi'an. ”

"Orian?" The little demon was a little puzzled, this name doesn't seem to be very good, it seems that this great immortal master is not very talented.

Mo Xuan looked at the begonia flowers on the branches and muttered to himself: "Weaving An, the homonym is only safe, just seeking to live in peace." ”

Listening to his explanation, the little demon also shook the branch as if he didn't understand it, and accepted the name.

This can be regarded as recognizing the master, and Zhi'an began the long road of cultivating immortals. In the past 200 years, before the rooster crows every day, Zhi'an was woken up by the master, saying that he wanted to cultivate immortals, and he had to find a quiet time, when everything was asleep, and the aura at this time was the purest in the day.

I still remember that in the first month, Zhi'an didn't want to open his eyes, and begged: "Master Daxian, the Emperor still needs to rest, you can let me sleep for a quarter of an hour!" ”

Mo Xuan frowned and said, "Why should a tree rest?" Once you've rested, you're not far from being cut. As he spoke, he shook the sword in his hand. A cold light flashed, and Zhi'an swore in his heart, I definitely didn't start working hard to cultivate immortals because I was afraid! I want to be a hard-working and hard-working tree!

For two hundred years, Zhi'an has only rested for two hours a day, and he can't rest on a full moon night, and he has to absorb aura all night. Finally, all the resentment broke out today, two hundred years after cultivating immortals, although I am not even a goblin now, but I am also a good tree for people to shelter from the wind and rain! How can you abuse me like this? Orian was a little angry.

She closed her eyes tightly and gathered the spiritual power of her whole body in the heart of the tree, and at this time, she seemed to see a clear spring surrounding a blue orb, crystal clear. But at this time, she didn't care about appreciation, she only felt that the whole tree was hot, and she couldn't stop when she wanted to, and she couldn't help but cry out in her heart: I can't be the master said to go crazy!

At this moment, Zhi'an felt as if the trunk was about to crack, and the branches gathered together, and it hurt like fire, wait! Hurt? Zhi'an was shocked: I am a tree, and I haven't felt pain for 300 years! How does it feel?

Zhi'an involuntarily touched the branch, and at this moment, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, "This ...... This...... It's the hand! Zhi'an stood up tremblingly, looking at the begonia flowers spread all over the ground, and was surprised and happy in his heart, "I actually cultivated into a human shape!" Hahaha! It seems that as the master said, diligence can make up for clumsiness! ”

Just when Zhi'an was smirking, a piece of clothing was thrown at her, and it was actually worn on her body in an instant! Zhi'an touched the sleeves of the aqua blue tassel and slowly turned his head, just like the goblin in the book, but said in his heart: Maybe this handsome master will also fall under my pomegranate skirt! When the time comes, hum, it's time for me to take revenge!

"That's it! It's good that you don't get kidnapped by others, Hugh has to imitate those goblins. The master threw the mirror to her, and she took a closer look at it, and was immediately full of disappointment. Because, the person in this mirror, fourteen or fifteen years old, willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, and this cherry mouth, is really a good look, and it really can't seduce people.

"Alas!" Zhi'an squatted on the ground with a disappointed face, looking at the swarm of ants, and he was unexpectedly distracted for a while.

Mo Xuan said earnestly: "Zhi'an, you are just a little tree spirit now, and the road of cultivation is still long, so you have to work hard." ”

Zhi'an nodded, "Then master, can I go down the mountain?" "It's always been her style to be cheap and sell well.

Mo Xuan turned his head, "I only went out for one day, and you cultivated into a human form, but who knew that it was this fourteen or fifteen-year-old appearance, and your heart still couldn't calm down." So you have to cultivate well and have no distractions in your mind, otherwise you will always be the same fourteen or fifteen years old. ”

"What!" Hearing this, Zhi'an was shocked and couldn't help but scream.

Mo Xuan was very satisfied with Zhi'an's performance, so he pretended to be mysterious and said, "So what should I do now?" ”

"Listen to the master, practice!" Zhi'an nodded solemnly, held his breath, and began to cultivate.