Somewhere in the Three Realms, in the nursery world where the shadows of flowers and souls and trees were once hatched, there was a rustling sound similar to that of ordinary villagers playing with the land, and the exceptionally fresh air was mixed with the pastoral aroma of refurbished soil, quiet and beautiful!

Pushing aside the half-human-tall green leaf branches, you will see the back of an ordinary person in a green shirt and soil pants, with extremely simple clothes, kneeling on the ground, burying his head in careful care of some of the spiritual roots that are gradually regaining their strength.

His movements were gentle, and his mind was extremely serious, so much so that on the back of his green shirt, sweat rendered a large patch.

Since that day, the Three Palaces Yan Jun used the power of the Netherworld to brutally kill and destroy the vitality of the Flower Soul Tree Shadow, and he has been repairing here for a long time, in order to save the lost soul with his meager strength.

At present, it seems that although it cannot be all, it has finally improved:

"Alas, the damage is severe, and it seems that it will take a long time to return to its previous state!"

With a light sigh, he stood up, patted the stained black thing with both hands, and the black scum poured down, not as impetuous and noisy as the earth, but thick and precipitated, falling like fruit, falling to the ground, but without a sound.

He tapped the delicate hoe in his hand to clean the dirt and walked to the depths of the nursery. There was a vertical box more than one person high that had been flattened with willow wood and then wedged with thick rivets, and he opened it and put the hoe into it, and it contained all kinds of farm tools and hunting tools:

Pointed handles, double sickles, shovels, shovels, whips, pestles, crossbows... Everything was cleaned up and hung in separate categories.

But in the top column, there are two empty positions, and the wooden countertop where two things are rested, a thick layer of ash is particularly eye-catching.

His eyes swept over the two empty spaces, but he closed the door carelessly, and with a flick of his fingers, the wooden cabinet faded away.

He looked at the clay coat again and again, and crackled the wheels back and forth, left and right, and finally felt that it seemed to be clean, and then walked into the farmhouse.

The farmhouse uses the most simple oil lamp in the world, perhaps because the grease is not pure, and there is a slight trace of black smoke wafting in the house, the black smoke is frivolous, but it does not discredit everything, and it seems to be very spiritual.

The light of the oil lamp was faint, but the person's "face" could still be seen clearly, and the black fog could not be shrouded, and no one could see the truth.

He walked to the table, picked up a plain white teapot and plain white tea bowl, poured a sip, and then walked to the inner wall of the farmhouse with ease, looked at it for a long time, stretched out his hand, and the inner wall suddenly opened up, and he walked in.

It's a huge desert world. The world seems to be round but not round, like square but not square; At the end, it was dark and bottomless, empty and solemn, while near it was gray and as desolate as a withered lamp; There is no ordinary desert mud or sand on the ground, only strange rocks with unclear edges, and these strange rocks, no matter how big or small, cannot find a flat side, and cannot sit, but can only stand or float.

There was absolutely no sunlight, not even the cold reflection of the moonlight, and no wind, only a cluster of fluctuating, blue and white phosphorus fire far away in the sky, passing through the layers of foggy barriers, sending a faint translucency to the world.

He held the tea bowl, drinking and watching, but couldn't help but walk to the other side of the flowers, the black flowers on the other side of the flowers and leaves of the two messengers went to the mortal world, after being lightly touched by the man in blue and reborn, it seemed to enter a state of sculpture, upright and constant, unyielding.

The man stared for a moment, and was about to drink the cup of tea, but his mind turned, and he stretched out his finger in the tea bowl and flicked it a few times on the top of the flower, which was a plain tea, but for some reason, a fine "black rain" was sprinkled over the flower on the other side.

This black rain is not as filthy and dirty as the water of the River Styx, but like a black pearl with inky glow, when it falls into the flowers on the other side, there is no sound, it is like a layer of faint black light, quietly hidden into the flowers on the other side.

The flowers on the other side were soaked in such a glow, and the ink color became thicker, but the stiff posture softened.

He seemed to be very satisfied to look at the black flower that was gradually weakening, and turned to leave, but when he moved, he suddenly looked back at the tree that yearned for the living space.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, came to the front of the tree in his mind, measured it for a long time, and found that the place where it was chopped by the demon spirit earlier was still stagnant, nodded, and suddenly poured all the remaining vegetarian tea in the bowl on the scars of the tree, and waited for a while, and then left seemingly satisfied.

In the middle of his thoughts, he returned to his farmhouse, put down the tea bowl, and was about to fetch water to wash and rest, when he suddenly felt something strange in his heart, and couldn't help but "annoyed" and swiped in the air:

"Go back!"

He shouted softly, outside the thousand-year-old temple, it was like a lightning bolt across the sky, accompanied by a muffled thunder, and the figure of the man in black was unstable, but he was instantly knocked down by this lightning.

He was caught off guard and could only look up at the sky, angry but helpless, and spun into a cloud of black smoke and went away.

The man in white was hidden in the shadows, witnessing everything, he knew very well what was happening, nodded unconsciously, looked at the temple that was still white and pure in the night, and secretly muttered to himself:

Everything in this life is the cause and effect of the previous life, and if the karma does not disappear, how can the effect be proven?

Sighing, he was about to enter the hall with him, but when he walked to the door, he was stopped by a soft but deep mana, he couldn't resist, but he also sneered:

"Is it the purpose of the Buddha realm to be so stingy and reckless?!"

After repeated reprimands, the Buddha Gate was still unmoved, so he had to wander in front of the steps, find a clean place, and sit down and wait for the blue clothes and the eldest prince to step out of the Buddha Gate.

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Under the guidance of the host, Lan Yi walked into a monk's house in the backyard, but saw that the eldest prince was already waiting inside, meditating by the window.

Lan Yi didn't understand what happened to the eldest prince in the temple: who he had seen and what he had said. He just looked at the figure of the eldest prince standing in the shadow in front of the window, standing with his hands in his hands, and he was really a little lonely.

For some reason, Lan Yi wanted to walk up to him and ask him:

When you ordered my father to be killed, and when you ordered me to be killed, did you ever feel so sad in your heart?

The eldest prince seemed to hear his silent questioning, and did not look back, but spoke slowly:

"The first time I met him, it was in the palace examination of the court, he and Yin Hanqing were both Jinshi in the big exam that year, he was talented, dealt with decently, and was the first in the second department!"

Hearing Yin Hanqing's name, Lan Yi's heart was slightly cold, he slowly walked to the window, and stood side by side with the eldest prince, but he didn't make a sound, just relying on the eldest prince to continue narrating there.