How many wishing trees similar to old weeping willows have been encountered on the road, and Daomu has been counted. In the eyes of others, the old trees that they have selfishly endowed with the function of repaying vows are nothing more than dead things.

But just like the reason for the selfishness in their hearts, they hope that the old tree has a spirit, and they hope that the old tree can repay their wishes. Since then, the old tree has become their spiritual sustenance.

In Daomu's eyes, each wishing tree is the same living person. People want them to make a vow, but they are full of swords and tormenting them all the time. Most of the vowing trees were cut off from their veins and withered and died.

People call this phenomenon the failure of wishing, so the old tree that survived became the object of swordsmanship. If there is a slight breakthrough, it will be returned to the vow tree.

Dao Mu feels that he is not a good person, but these people are really ridiculous. They only know how to take, but they don't know how to give.

When the sword is inserted, the face is pious, the gods chatter, and the heavens and the earth have spirits, so that their wishes will come true. But a few people thought about asking a few shepherds to take care of the votive tree. I can't be sure, and I will wish that the tree will become a fine in the future, and I can really give others a wish.

"It's not that the world has few immortals, and the gods are not like the hearts of the world. Dao Mu suddenly felt a cool mind, and his head was accustomed to using hundreds of limbs, his pores were wide open, and his whole body was shaking.

An aura is like a line, passing through the center of the eyebrows, until it reaches Dao Mu's mind. The heart couldn't help but be sad, his eyes were shining with blood, his mind was moving, Ah Meng understood and moved forward, tracing the roots.

"The evergreen tree of eternity is invincible after all. ”

A female shepherd, with a long sigh, withdrew her jade hand from an ancient tree, shocking the world's immortal appearance, not without regret. She looked like she was thirty, her mature body was hidden under a loose shepherd robe, but the smell of dust could not be hidden.

"Jingjing, with your heavenly pastoral realm, you are proficient in planting and animal husbandry, and you can't save it, but I'm afraid that no one in the whole world can save this tree. "An old man, with gray hair, his mouth inverted, trembling. A handsome young man, wearing a snow-white sword robe, supported the old man.

"Xiao Jingjing, the ancestor did not exaggerate. In Yijian Gate, on the talent of planting and animal husbandry, you are the only one. I'm afraid that if Zhitianfu can reach you, I can't find a few people. Tong Boyu animal husbandry first, Jingjing you plant and herd first. ”

The young man seems to be the same age as Xiao Jingjing, and his words and smiles are as clear and pleasant as a sword, and like a spring breeze. The two stand together, like a pair of golden boys and girls, made in heaven.

"Senior sister, the ancestors are not to blame, why do you have to feel sorry for yourself. ”

"Everything in the world dies of old age, and trees are no exception. ”

"The laws of nature are cycled, and the years leave traces, who can be the enemy. ”

“......”

Xiao Jingjing's younger brothers and sisters are all kind to persuade each other. In fact, everyone understands the truth, but people can only persuade others, but they can't persuade themselves. What's more, things are not that simple.

Xiao Jingjing, as a planter and herding heavenly realm, she knew too well how the old tree of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb was suffering.

"This evergreen tree is in the prime of life, and it is in a state of enlightenment, and in a few years, it could have become enlightened. Xiao Jingjing looked at the swords one by one, and couldn't wait to pull them out one by one and throw them into the oven.

"Jingjing, the old man doesn't seem to tell you this, you've come to this point. The old man's face was full of surprise, wrinkled into a black-spotted chrysanthemum, and his eyes were too narrow to see.

Xiao Jingjing stopped and looked back, "Jingjing is not sure, just relying on delusion." "The ten fingers are white and tender, and they dance on the green skin of the trunk. For a celestial herd, how many calamities she has killed, she is helpless against a tree, and it is inevitable that she will be unwilling.

"Jingjing, it's time for you and Jirong to have a wedding banquet. I'm afraid of old age, and I can't live for a few years...... cough cough cough ......" The old man said excitedly, coughing again and again, and his face was purple.

"Ancestor, at this time, you have to think about it in the long run, after all, this matter can be big or small. Ji Rong slapped the old man's back, his tone was not hurried, his demeanor was graceful, and he gave Xiao Jingjing a step.

Xiao Jingjing didn't seem to hear that, and the whole person blended into heaven and earth. "A baby in swaddling clothes, let me watch her die, how can I bear it in my heart......" is clearly a mortal fairy, but it is the same as a part of the ancient tree in front of me.

A large amount of pastoral power poured into the trunk of the tree, turning into a vast vitality, wrapping a green tire and delaying death. With a lot of thoughts, Xiao Jingjing delayed the death of the tree spirit while recalling what she had learned in this life.

The green fetus is the same bottomless pit, frantically absorbing pastoral power without restraint. Although her death was obviously delayed, Xiao Jingjing was a human being after all, and her pastoral power could not be endless. As time went by, unable to find any way, Xiao Jingjing's heart began to be restless.

One man and one beast, from the darkness to the green fetus. The man's face was indifferent, as if he was smiling, and his eyes were as bloody as the sun.

"Who?!" Xiao Jingjing opened her eyes suddenly, her eyebrows frowned, and she turned her head to look behind everyone.

Before everyone could react, they felt movement behind them, shhhh followed the prestige, but saw Daomu Ameng, slowly coming.

"Yijianmen people?" Dao Mu called to stop Ah Meng and no longer went deep into the crowd.

"What a pair of desperate bloody eyes, Li Huiwen mentioned you to me, Daomu. Xiao Jingjing's hand did not leave the tree, but her voice was trilling, her face was bloodless, and her smile looked so weak and pale.

"Let it go. Dao Mu's gaze swept over everyone, and Xiao Jingjing's dead eyes were opposed, "Although you are a heavenly pastor, after all, you are a human being, not an immortal." There are thousands of holes in her body, how do you fill them?"

Perhaps, this is the human being.

Dao Mu felt that the people of Yijianmen were here, and it was even more difficult to save the tree spirit.

The evergreen tree, as high as 100 zhang, reaches straight to the sky, and the canopy covers the sky and the sun. Its torso is several times thicker than the old weeping willow, and its condition is much more serious than that of the old weeping willow.

Dao Mu estimated that there were at least a hundred new swords on the tree, and the age was no more than two years. These 100 new swords were the last straw that crushed the dryads.

Thinking of this, Dao Mu was sullen and helpless. Even if he saves the evergreen tree by himself, what can he do? When the news spreads, it will attract more sword cultivators, and they will all repeat the mistakes of the past.

"Do you have a way?" Xiao Jingjing saw that Dao Mu's tone was strange and her expression was different.

"I'm a high-level shepherd, abandon the sword and follow the pastoral, and I haven't really started yet, what can I do?" Dao Mu's face did not change his color and his heart did not beat, and he felt uncomfortable watching a newborn tree spirit die.

Then he saluted the Yijian Gate and the others, "Excuse me, I'm in a hurry to find my Mujian Mountain Gate." "Calling Ah Meng to leave, I feel out of sight and not upset.

"Young man, please stay!coughcough...... "The old man was too excited, shaking like chaff, like a candle flame swaying in the wind, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment. "I'm tired of you trying, no matter what the result is, Yijianmen owes you a favor. ”

"A mortal tree is worth a love from Yijian Gate?" Dao Mu's indifferent face was full of puzzlement, "Old man, your Haikou is too much." ”

"Hehe, is the young man interested in listening to the old man's chatter?" the old man smiled so happily, but with a full bitterness.

It turned out that the old man's name was Jiwei, because his mother was born prematurely in June, Jili was frail and sickly since he was a child. The parents didn't know where to get a way, and brought Jiwei to the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb. The family planted an evergreen tree of the same age as the elderly.

Speaking of God, since then, Jiwei's body has improved year by year. As he grew older, his talent for sword doing was revealed, and he was selected by the master of the Yijian Sect and became the master disciple of the Yijian Sect.

The same is true of evergreen trees, which stand out from the mountains and forests, constantly rising to the sky and taking root in the soil. Six thousand years passed in a hurry, and after the weight had run out of oil and the lamp had dried up, he stepped into the coffin in half a step. The evergreen tree should be in its prime, but it has also deteriorated along with the weight.

Accompanied by 6,000 years, Ji Yan's feelings for evergreen trees are only afraid that they are higher than the sky and thicker than the earth.

"Old man, do you know where my Mujian Mountain Gate is located?" Regarding the story of Jiwei, Dao Mu was moved and moved, and sympathy was sympathy. "Do you think it is more important to worship the Mujian Mountain Gate or the Lingyi Sword Gate?"

Dao Mu felt that he was not a good person, and after weighing the pros and cons, he felt that it was best to seize the time to find the Mujian Mountain Gate. The method he can use is no different from curing the old weeping willow.

Dao Mu is just a high-level shepherd, and he is self-aware of how many catties and taels he has. Not to mention delaying for a few days, the time is not enough, and every minute and second can be heart-wrenching.

"Mujian Mountain, the old decay has heard of it, but it has never been seen for 6,000 years. Child, I'm afraid you've found the wrong place......" The old man sighed, desolate and lonely, "Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, there is no Mujian Mountain, only the hope and ugliness abandoned by people. ”

"Excuse me. Dao Mu cautiously performed a late salute and called Ah Meng to leave.

Shhh Xiao Jingjing was speechless, her eyes were full of disappointment, and Li Huiwen praised Daomu to the sky in front of her. Today, Xiao Jingjing saw Dao Mu and realized that she was not as kind as rumored, and she was jealous and hateful.

"Dao Mu's pastoral power is different from mine, maybe it can really produce miraculous results, but he doesn't even want to try. Xiao Jingjing has no interest in Daomu, and with Daomu as a comparison, Jirong has become much more pleasing to the eye. "After all, Daomu is also a layman......

Shhhh

"Mo Guihai?" Ji Rong grinned lightly, "What kind of demonic wind is blowing today, blowing you over." The tone was as soft as a gentle blowing wind, but no matter how Mo Guihai listened, he felt that the banter was harsh.

"Dao Mu is not here?" Mo Guihai held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and his left hand was behind his back, standing in the position where Dao Mu was before.

Seeing his gaze, he swept past the others and locked on Ji Li. "Old immortal, you are a demon again, if you don't hand over the Dao Mu, all of you don't want to leave the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb. ”

"Yo ho!" Ji Li laughed angrily, "Little beast, don't you think you are full of wings?" So I'm an old immortal, let you be a heavenly herd, and trample on the ground at will......" The more he talked, the more angry he became, so angry that he coughed again and again, and his face was red and purple.

"It seems that you didn't dare to attack Daomu. Mo Guihai pursed his lips, sneered again and again, and strode away. Ignoring others, he came to the evergreen tree, stretched out his left hand to support the tree, and slowly closed his eyes.

After a while, Mo Guihai opened his eyes again and turned his head to look at Xiao Jingjing. "It is not unreasonable for natural disasters and man-made disasters to go hand in hand. If Dao Mu makes a move, he may be able to have a glimmer of life. Compared with others, his tone and expression are a little softer.