The next day, the morning light separated the night fog, and shone warmly and straight ~ into the sea of flowers in Tang Village. After a night of drinking, the hangover woke up by sitting under a peach blossom tree and falling asleep. Looking at Tang Zuozong, who was sleeping salivating beside him, and Xiao Ash, who didn't know what kind of dream he was having, Hua Jitang had to smile helplessly, hugged Xiao Ash with a drunken ~ red face, cleaned up his head and tail, and sent the two 'people' back to his room.

At this time, the morning light was good, and it was the time when everyone in Tang Village got up early to practice in the past.

Strange to say, although the nearly 100 elven monks in this Tang Village have all turned into human forms and learned all kinds of wonderful methods. But on weekdays, the behavior and living habits of the people of Tangcun are the same as the most ordinary and ordinary ordinary people in the outside world, and they are actually eating, drinking, weaving, and making. The sun rises and the sun sets, just like the mediocre world, and the sentient beings are like them.

Therefore, after Hua Jitang woke up from amnesia, he quickly settled down here in just a few months, and fell in love with this paradise-like place and the people here.

Different from the killing and plundering of each other among the various gate forces in the flood wilderness, this Tang Village, which is only dozens of miles in radius, everyone practices spells, but no one has the heart to attack. Tranquility and warmth, this is Tang Village. It almost exhausted the lives of all the ancestors and all the elves of the wood clan in Tang Village, in exchange for a small peach source.

In the eyes of today's Huajitang, today's Tang Village can be regarded as a real 'human' world.

It's a place that really makes people feel at ease.

"Hey, Jitang, why did you get up early?"

Hua Jitang was taking a full breath of the air that was unique to Tang Village in the morning, dipped in the fragrance of flowers, ready to refresh his muscles and bones, and went to look for flowers and rouge, but a young man in soap clothes walked slowly from the oblique thorn with a sassy breath that could not be hidden. It's just that after seeing that it was Hua Jitang, he put away his faint vigilance and turned to a warm face.

"It's Brother Wuyi! You were on duty again last night, didn't you sleep all night?" Seeing the visitor, Hua Jitang smiled enthusiastically.

The person who came was the leader of the new generation of monks in Tang Village, Mu Wuyi. It was also before the arrival of Hua Jitang that the young monk in Tang Village was closest to Hua Rouge.

It is different from the many flower and wood elves in Tang Village who are limited by talent and have no mana but can only practice the art of sealing and medical medicine stones. Mu Wuyi is not only a profound cultivator, but also extremely rare to break through the constraints of the attributes of his own Mu Clan's physique, and is currently among the hundreds of elves in Tang Village, except for Grandpa Sang, Tang Zuozong and Hua Rouge, the only one who has practiced the art of attacking and killing the emperor and weapon in the current desolate world.

Therefore, in the situation of nearly a hundred years, Mu Wuyi, like Grandpa Sang, Tang Zuozong, and Hua Rouge, for the other hundreds of elves in Tang Village, they can almost be regarded as the Wei Tuo of Buddhism, and they are about to live and die!

Therefore, putting aside the involvement of the two in the matter of the emotional belonging of the flower rouge. Hua Jitang, who woke up from a long dream, was really full of heart, and he was full of sincere admiration for the dare to fall in front of him, and he silently carried the wooden ebony clothes of the life and death of hundreds of flower and wood elves in Tang Village!

People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, and I can't help myself.

Now in the desolate world, the only remaining Huamu clan in Tangcun has completely pinned their lives and all their hopes for the future to the man in front of them - Mu Wuyi.

"Jitang, have you finished taking the pill I gave you a few days ago?"

A burst of the unique fragrance of medicinal stones of the Tang Village flowers and trees interrupted Hua Jitang's reverie.

Even if he was filthy because of Hua Jitang's love for Hua Rouge, Mu Wuyi was still so cold and free, and without hindrance, he took out a bottle of pills that exuded a rich aura and aroma of flowers and fruits from his arms, and handed it to Hua Jitang:

"Some time ago, Grandpa Sang told me that your Divine Mansion is empty, and your Yuan Soul is shaking, so that the Dao is greatly damaged, and you need to be warmed. Coincidentally, some time ago, I happened to encounter the overflow of my natal spirit yuan, so I chose some hundred-year-old flowers and fruits of my own elves for you, and refined a furnace of Juyuan Dan for you. That's it, take it!"

"Eh! good!" Hua Jitang was a little unexpected and flattered.

Since waking up from a long black dream, waking up in this Tang Village Flower Dock, the past has been forgotten. The apprehensive and dazed Hua Jitang was caught off guard, and really felt the kindness and simplicity of the mellow Tang Village flowers and trees.

Needless to say, he took care of himself in every way, and the blue-eyed Grandpa Sang, Tang Zuozong and like a child, who were attached to his own little gray, also really taught Hua Jitang's heart to give birth to infinite warmth.

This is every time when recovering the past, even if the heart is still blank, Hua Jitang is sure that this is a moving feeling that he has never had in the long and dark past.

Not to mention that even if he has an emotional conflict with himself because of the flower rouge, he is sassy and open, and he has never pretended to himself in the slightest......

Sometimes long sleepless nights. Hua Jitang was worried in his heart, even if he was anxious and flustered because he was inexplicably burning the powerful driving force in his heart. But when he thought of the delicate and gentle flower rouge, and the other Tang Village's sincere old and young to him, he quietly calmed down again.

Holding the aura accumulation that had taken decades to consume Mu Wuyi, almost refining the 'Juyuan Dan' for himself with his natal spirit element, Hua Jitang didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Brother Wuyi! this ......"

After getting along with the people of Tang Village for several months, how could Hua Jitang not see that the small bottle of 'Juyuan Dan' in his hand was made after years of cultivation in Mu Wuyi!

"Take it!"

Slapped Hua Jitang's shoulders fiercely, Mu Wuyi smiled rarely, and shrugged his shoulders seemingly proudly, as if he had seen through Hua Jitang's thoughts, and chuckled: "It's just a little aura! It doesn't take too many years! Don't forget, our Tang Village is a family of flowers and trees! I don't have any other skills, this matter of gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but in this desolate world, there is only one among many cultivators! It's a pity that my qualifications are dull, and I will only get the skin of Grandpa Sang's true law, and waste a lot of spiritual medicine." Otherwise, the quality of this 'Juyuan Dan' will definitely be one or two points stronger. ”

"Then that's too precious!"

"If Rouge hadn't begged me, what would you have been willing?!"

Seeing that Hua Jitang refused to put away the pill, he was still smiling and groaning in front of him, but he taught Hua Jitang to cry and suddenly changed his face.

This is the nature of Mu Wuyi!

Hua Jitang honestly put the pill in his hand deep into his arms, admired it in his heart, and silently gave a salute to Mu Wuyi, who had recovered his chuckle.

"Jitang! You will also go to the ancestral hall later tonight, Grandpa Sang will teach me to talk to you, I have something to talk to you about tonight!"

The long figure of Hua Jitang went away.

Mu Wuyi seemed to remember something, and shouted from afar. And a pair of clear eyes, but they stared at Hua Jitang's hanging from his waist to recognize the spirit sword - the green sac. The eyes were full of the faint envy of the monks of the Tang Village clan when they saw Hua Jitang with a fairy sword.

Hua Jitang, who was gradually moving away, heard the sound and did not look back, but just beckoned from afar, and left far away in the diffuse fragrance of flowers.

Even if he didn't turn around far away, Hua Jitang, who was empty-hearted, also felt the unique desire for strength of the Tang Village Huamu clan on Mu Wuyi's body, and the heaviness hidden under his cold and unrestrained appearance, and the suppressed worry and anxiety about the future life and death of the clan.

Hua Jitang, who is familiar with the origin of Tang Village, doesn't know that Mu Wuyi, who is the guardian of the flowers and trees of Tang Village, must have thought of the desolation and tragedy when Tang Village was established at this time-

Hundreds of years ago, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the world was in chaos, and the feathers, feathers, scales, armor and all kinds of demons and males who practiced the high and profound Taoism were dominant. The desolate world is full of strife. At the same time, those many relatively weak ethnic groups and sects in the flood wilderness bore the brunt of the hunting and fishing targets of the demon males in the world! For a time, all the weak ethnic groups and sects in the flood wilderness were slaughtered and plundered one after another. And the rest of the lucky groups, such as the Huamu clan in Tang Village, had to start a tragic escape at the cost of the life and death of the entire clan......

Finally, after spending nearly a hundred years and paying the huge price of almost all the flowers and trees in Tang Village, the flowers and trees of Tang Village found this small, only a dozen miles in the Yanxia Mountain, Tang Village.

Since then, there has been no flower and tree family in Tang Village in the world.

In the world of the flowers and trees in Tangcun, there is no longer a blue sky and white clouds, the four seasons change, and the stars change. Everything has turned into a huge blue-purple cloud that is forever surging.

A huge and fragile hidden illusion array that could only deceive the eyes of cultivators from the outside world and the hearts of the poor elves in Tang Village!

Every time she gets along with Hua Rouge, Hua Jitang can read her desire for the outside world, her yearning for the blue sky, white clouds and bright stars from her shallow, hidden good words, and can touch ~ her yearning for the mountains and seas outside like the flowers and trees in Tang Village.

The 'Juyuan Dan' given by Mu Wuyi was deeply collected into his arms, and Hua Jitang smiled silently.

"The puppet is not dead, the ants still dare to fight! Jitang, I really envy you!"

Far away, Hua Jitang, who had let go of his mind, faintly seemed to hear a soft sigh from Mu Wuyi.

It's just that in the morning light of rosemary, under the thick shade of flowers, this sigh is also like the wind in the mountains, and it is quickly dispersed by the Luoying of Tang Village.