There is a white jade stone staircase leading to the top of the mountain in the peach blossom forest, and patches of pink petals are scattered on the stone steps.

Nan Haoming walked up the stairs, and all the way to his nose was full of fragrant fragrance, which was obsessive and intoxicating.

Before we reached the top of the mountain, another fork in the road appeared, and at the end of the fork was a tree house.

It was a house completely surrounded by trees, and when faced with it, I had to sigh at the wonder of creation in the world.

In front of the treehouse are five barrels, each made of a tree trunk without any gaps, and each barrel is covered with a plank.

Nan Haoming slowly walked towards the wooden house, and he felt that the person said by the Emperor Houtu was among them.

"The little god Nan Haoming asks to see the big god!" Nan Haoming stood in front of the door of the tree house and said respectfully.

No one responded.

"The little god Nan Haoming asks to see the big god!" Nan Haoming spoke again, but still no one answered.

He was already a little uneasy in his heart, and went straight into the wooden house.

As far as the eye could see, the room was full of branches, twisted and intertwined, with tables, stools, and beds.

"What a villain, he actually trespassed on the residence. Just when Nan Haoming was panicking, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him.

Nan Haoming turned around and saw a tender shoot growing on the side wall at the entrance of the wooden house, and the bud opened and closed slightly, as if he was talking.

All things have spirits, and all things can also cultivate the Tao, but this plant and tree are difficult to form, not because of how difficult it is to cultivate or how bumpy the calamity is, but because they are originally blessed with heaven and earth.

They receive gifts from the Heavenly Dao, and their lifespan is longer than others, and there is no such thing as going through calamities, so their cultivation path is extremely long.

"May I ask where is the master here?" After all, he is in someone else's territory, and he has a request for others, Nan Haoming does not dare to slack off in the slightest.

"Old man Tsubaki has gone to make wine, old man Tsubaki has gone to make wine. "I don't know when a young shoot grew on the wooden table made of wooden branches, and jumped off the branch, holding the slightly open bud with a bit of aura.

"I don't know when I'll return?" Nan Haoming was curious about the old man in his words, but he was more concerned about when he would return.

The young bud was no more than half a finger high, and he twisted his slightly plump waist, and replied as if he had no idea why, "I'll be back after brewing." ”

Nan Haoming has a black line but doesn't know how to say it, these spirits are all nascent spirits, and it is great to be able to understand people's speech, but it is a little difficult to make them understand people's will.

"Where did Old Man Tsubaki go to make wine?"

"The peach blossoms bloom all over the mountain, and the pieces come into the wine. Looking for peach blossom brewing, immortal in my wine. At some point, dozens of spirits jumped from the branches, their faces smiling innocently, and singing a ballad in unison.

Nan Haoming was a little surprised, not because he couldn't understand the meaning of the ballad, but because he was surprised that there were so many spirits, and it stands to reason that the underworld, a place where all the evil thoughts in the world gathered, should have bred ghosts that roamed around with nowhere to live in the Lethe River.

The more he did this, the more curious he became, what kind of character was Old Man Tsubaki?

The old man took the peach blossoms on the whole mountain to make wine, and each peach tree only took one petal, never too much, and no less.

Nan Haoming left the wooden house and searched for the mysterious peach blossom fairy in the peach blossom mountain.

Finally, he saw a three-thousand-silver silk hanging from the ground, a waterfall of white whiskers up to his waist, a rattan cane in his hand, looking up at a peach tree with peach blossoms hanging on its branches, as if waiting for something.

Nan Haoming approached slowly, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the old man wave his hand, signaling him not to make a sound.

The old man stood under the tree, looking up at the peach tree, his eyes full of kindness, although the wrinkles flooded the corners of his eyes, but he could faintly see the old man's misty peach blossom eyes when he was young.

Finally, the peach petals on the top of the tree fell leisurely, like the snow on that winter day.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment, and every flip of it brings out a bit of a wonderful arc, which should be the most natural state between heaven and earth.

The old man stretched out his hand to catch this petal, and sighed a little gloomily, then turned to look at Nan Haoming, and said softly: "I can't remember how many years I haven't seen outsiders, let's say, young man." What are you for?"

Nan Haoming will make his intentions clear in the future, hoping to ask for the help of the old man.

After hearing this, the old man did not make a sound, with a somewhat struggling expression on his face, and finally turned into a long sigh.

"Young man, everything in the world is equal, there is life and death, everything is a fate, even if it is an immortal, the Emperor of Heaven cannot escape this fate. Look at this mountain of peach blossoms, one withered and one prosperous, one blooms and one thanks, who can help?"

Just when Nan Haoming was disappointed, Old Man Tsubaki's voice changed, "But since you can even get the soul mark, it must have paid a lot, and it is nothing to restore the soul completely, but you need to pay all your cultivation, are you willing?"

Nan Haoming naturally did not hesitate at all, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"You can think about it, the cultivation that has been honed for countless months is really not easy, and it is said that the future is long, and the future is difficult to say, maybe in the future you will meet another person who is enough to make you forget the person in front of you? Old Man Tsubaki said with a somewhat wistful smile.

"Thank you for your advice, but it's a pity that I'm a fool, as long as it's now, not the future!" Nan Haoming smiled casually, with a little sadness, "In this world, she is the only one who can let me see the future." ”

"Alas," said the old man with another long sigh, "since you are so resolute, then I can't say more." Come with me. ”

The old man walked very slowly, and the male Haoming also followed behind, one after the other, and kept walking towards the top of the mountain.

On the top of the hill is a pond, but the pond has been completely dried up, only a puddle of black silt remains, the old man Tsubaki stands still in front of the pond, rubbing the two-foot square stone tablet, the stone tablet is engraved with two words, 'nourishing the soul'

"This is the spiritual fountain you are looking for, but unfortunately you are late, it has dried up as early as 10,000 years ago. Old Man Tsubaki said with a little regret.

"Please teach the great god!" Nan Hao knew that Old Man Chun must have a way, otherwise he would not have brought him here.

"The spiritual spring can warm the soul, and naturally the soul is also needed as the spring, everyone who has experienced reincarnation will leave a piece of spiritual marrow, and the spiritual marrow will store the memory and soul of their first life, but the words of mortals will dissipate between heaven and earth after drinking Meng Po soup, if you are willing to give up cultivating the tenth reincarnation, and take the spiritual essence of the tenth reincarnation as your eye, you will inevitably be able to revive the spiritual pool, and the reincarnation is for the immortals, can you understand the danger of it?

Nan Haoming showed a relieved expression, remembering her sacrifice to save her life at that time, after tens of thousands of years, he also had such a day, and he could finally become an ordinary person.

Nan Haoming went down the mountain and left Linglong's soul imprint, he was going to reincarnate, just to see her again.