Mortals in the world love to cultivate immortals, but I don't know which ignorant cultivator said that the sky above his head has thirty-three layers, each weight is thirty-ten thousand feet high, and in the thirty-three heavens that cannot be reached by the naked eye, there are immortals that mortals look forward to, immortal and immortal, and boundless mana. Then, Xu was logical, and he really became the heaven that the immortal cultivators worshipped.

But the world doesn't know that this ignorant cultivator is really right, these thirty-three heavens, there are really immortals, and above their heads, there are thirty-six heavens, which can be called heavens outside the sky, but there are no real immortals, and there is nothing really empty.

Mortals don't know that because of the existence of the thirty-three heavens above their heads, there are no immortals in the next thirty-six heavens.

In the thirty-three heavens, the fairy clouds linger, and it is impossible to see where the edge is, and it is dense, but the mortals in the world do not have such eyesight, and they cannot see this thick fairy cloud, so they can't see an immortal mountain that has no roots on this fairy cloud.

This mountain is more majestic than any palace in the mortal world, taller than any mountain peak, and even more like the fairy clouds, where there is no end in sight.

This immortal mountain has stood on this immortal cloud for tens of millions of years, and several gods and goddesses of Shou and Tianqi lived, so this place is called Wanshou Mountain by these immortals and fairies.

There is a temple on the mountain, although there are no mortals who can pay tribute, but the fairy children devote themselves to worship, and it is still regarded as incense.

The temple is round and open, and it is amazingly large, but it still can't cover the inside. A fruit tree taller than these thirty-three heavens rises to the sky.

This tree is called the ginseng fruit tree by the fairy children. For the tree bears fruit in the form of a man. If you don't enter it, you can become an immortal family by smelling it. But this fruit is not easy to cultivate, although there are thousands of ginseng fruits on the towering fruit tree, no matter which one, it is more than 10,000 years old, it is really not easy.

Today, there are two senior brothers of the temple to come, so the master asks to cut a few fruits from the tree, and then put a table of vegetarian feasts to reminisce about the past. Therefore, the ginseng orchard stopped all the noise in the morning, even the summer cicada on the tree, the moment it chirped, it was knocked down by the tree frame of the fairy child, even if it did not die, I am afraid that it would not be able to fly on the tree again.

After a while, the senior brother of the immortal family came to Guanzhong, sat on a stone table or so, and played chess.

At this moment, the fairy child in the garden was holding a hammer to knock the fruit, and saw that the ripe ginseng fruit was being picked. But he didn't see a bright red ginseng fruit branch, and a big green worm sitting on the ginseng fruit was gnawing on the branch above the ginseng fruit's head.

Suddenly, the big green worm really gnawed off the branch, but he didn't forget that he was still sitting on the fruit, and he fell down all at once. When the boy saw it, he hurriedly used the plate in his left hand and the hammer in his right hand to pick it up, but he never thought that although the plate and hammer in his hand touched the ginseng fruit, he took it and fell into the ground.

But this ginseng fruit tree grows in this Wuzhuang view, and under the roots is the bluestone, and there is no soil under the stone, but the fairy clouds in the thirty-three heavens. Xianyun couldn't catch the ginseng fruit, so the fruit could only fall into any of the thirty-three heavens. In other words, in any dimension.

The immortal was still playing chess, and when he was concentrating, the viewer of the chess seemed to be a little less concerned about the chess game, but the sound of the touch happened to coincide with the sound of the cicada, so naturally he didn't hear it.

After a long time, the fairy boy who picked the fruit carried a dozen delicious ginseng fruits to the eyes of the three immortals with a delicate wooden plate, and there was no trace of panic between his demeanor, and there was no panic when he received the fruit at all. Because of the fairy child's bowing, the immortal put down the chess game in front of him, but he still talked about the good or bad whereabouts of the sons of Fang Cai, and the viewer also smiled and catered to it.

The three immortals said yes, but any boy could also identify it, they all came because of the ginseng fruit in front of them, although the words were a chess way, but there seemed to be only this ginseng fruit in their eyes.

Subsequently, the immortals began to taste the ginseng fruit, but it was eaten in different ways, the elder brother of the Lord chewed and swallowed slowly, and the second senior brother first smelled it and then kissed and finally tore it with the fairy material and ate it, but the Lord ate the most indecent, and swallowed it in one bite, like a wolf.

The two senior brothers also didn't like this food, frowned and said: "How many times have I told you for thousands of years, good things must be tasted carefully, otherwise where will the fun come from." ”

But the contemplator said, "For thousands of years, you and I, my senior brothers, have always known what kind of cultivation method this fruit is, and how can we taste it carefully? Where is the pleasure of eating this thing?"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them, as in the past, bowed their hands with gray faces and left after a few words, completely lacking the elegance and harmony when they played chess just now.

Naturally, the Guan Master personally sent these two people out of the view, but when he saw the two of them walking away, he sighed and said: "Cultivating immortals to such an insensitivity, it can really be said that you are the only one waiting for the two, and you are just a self-deceitful person." ”

Then, he returned to the temple alone, and sat on the stone chair where the elder brother had just sit, and behind it was the orchard. Subsequently, a black piece fell, which made the white pieces on the chessboard lose all the games, and then said: "Ben can decide the winner by simply dropping, and he is not absent-minded, thinking about the ginseng fruit." ”

The fairy boy next to him echoed: "Xu is the two masters and uncles are affectionate, and they don't want to decide the winner, so they hurt the harmony." ”

The viewer looked at the chess game in front of the table and sneered: "If you are not absent-minded, how can you not hear that the ginseng fruit fell to the ground?"

As soon as these words came out, on the other side of him, a fairy boy suddenly knelt down, panicked, and looked closely, it turned out to be the boy holding the wooden plate and presenting the fruit.

The fairy boy said in a trembling voice: "The master spared his life, and the apprentice didn't know why the ginseng fruit suddenly left the fruit tree and smashed itself to the ground." ”

The master looked at him and said expressionlessly: "I heard the sound just now, and I guessed what happened, and your two uncles are here, I can't say anything, their fairy bones are too rich, and they really don't have any humanity, but when you came, you took a wooden plate, not the white plate that you have been using, I know that the matter is serious." Tell me, did the white plate smash the bluestone?"

Hearing this, the boy touched his head to the ground, and said in a half-weeping voice: "The apprentice deserves to die, beg the master to spare his life, and the plate also fell down with the pit." ”

"What, you fell down, and smashed a big hole? Senior brother, why are you so confused, the fruit can't be eaten at most when it falls to the ground, and you will pay for your plate?" asked the boy who had just agreed.

The boy did not answer his question, not because of contempt, but because there was something to hide.

Seeing that there was another reason for the disciple's panic, the viewer sighed and said, "You two are my favorite disciples, even if you make a little mistake today, you will not be guilty of death, say, what else has fallen?"

When the fairy boy heard this, he seemed to have taken a reassuring pill, and his crying disappeared, but his head was still on the ground, and his words were still vibrasive, and he said, "Disciple...... The hammer with which he struck the fruit also fell. ”

"What!" said the Spectator and the other fairy boy in unison.

This sound frightened the fairy boy kneeling on the ground half to death, and the crying resumed.

After a long time, the Guan Master came to his senses and said with a wry smile: "Fruit plate hammer, if it weren't for your fifth junior brother to take the shelf to beat the cicadas, I'm afraid the shelf would also fall, I really don't know what else can make you throw it down, you won't throw the insects on the tree down the pit, right?"

Hearing this, the fairy child was stunned for a moment, and this time, the viewer had already understood that his nonsense had also become true.

Without waiting for him to say anything, the fairy boy who had just echoed knelt down, kowtowed and said, "Please also ask the master to be gracious, the senior brother has served the master for thousands of years, and the crime will not lead to death!"

The viewer didn't speak, just looked at the game on the stone table blankly, and said, "It turns out that this is the situation to decide the winner...... That's it...... That's it...... Let's go...... Let's go...... The breeze doesn't know the bluestone shore, and the bright moon can shine back ......"

Both boys understood the words of the Lord, because their name was Qingfeng Mingyue. It is Qingfeng who makes mistakes, and it is Mingyue who pleads.

Qingfeng wiped away the tears on his face, stood up and clasped his hands forward, and said: "Master don't worry, whether it is a fruit, a plate, a hammer, or a worm, I will go down to the realm to pursue it by myself, and within a thousand years, I will definitely be able to find it." ”

The viewer looked at him, but asked Mingyue, "Which one of the thirty-three heavens did you go to?"

"Master Yu, it is the ninth heaven, Huaxia, the merchant of the times. ”

Hearing this, the viewer muttered: "Thirty-three heavens, why is it the ninth level, or ......is it after Shang Tang?"

Qingfeng hurriedly answered: "The apprentice knows that he has committed a big crime, and Master Xie has something to hide in front of the two masters, so I will go to the lower realm to find him, thank you junior brother for telling me the location." ”

With that, the breeze turned into a puff of green smoke and left.

"This stupid disciple, after entering the Nine Heavens, his mana has been reduced by half, and he can be more refined in a thousand years, but he can also ask me for an elixir, isn't it better?"

Seeing the Lord like this, Mingyue's face was not good-looking, and she said: "That fruit falling into the sky is ominous, I am afraid that with the character of a senior brother, I will not be able to catch him." The master had already heard something strange, why didn't he fly to the garden with supreme mana to catch the fruit?"

"If you catch it, the fruit will not be able to enter the mortal world, but your two senior uncles will not be able to spare your senior brother, and the punishment will be even worse. Besides, the boring life of thousands of years is really boring, and it is good to have some fun. The Spreader stretched back.

Mingyue still frowned, and said, "Master, this is not as simple as having fun, if he is made against nature......"

The viewer stood up from the stone chair, dusted off his buttocks, and said, "What is the anti-heaven? Cultivating immortals is already anti-heaven, you can't be like those two fools who only know how to eat some fruits and cultivate diligently, right?"

Mingyue frowned at this time, looked at the giant tree in the garden, and had nothing to say.

Looking back, the contemplator had already left the Wuzhuang Temple of Wanshou Mountain, flew to his temple in the clouds, and said in the thirty-three heavens: "The path of cultivation is against the sky, and the wind and sand rise to fight with the sky. I don't know what the sky is tomorrow, but today it is more prosperous than the sky. ”