She placed the wooden card on the table, unleashed her spiritual sense, and cautiously tested.

Suddenly, another world appeared in her mind.

In the ancient world, when there was a famine, Kyushu was depressed, the lives were devastated, the earth had been in drought for a long time, the aura was thin, famine was everywhere, and everything was destroyed.

There is no order, no law, only endless brutality, endless plunder.

In the mortal world, people began to eat people, monks robbed and burned among themselves, this is not the world, it is hell, and everyone is a devil.

Human beings depend on this world to survive.

Some monks began to look for aura in this world.

In the end, Tiandao couldn't stand it, and finally made a move.

From the endless place of heaven and earth, a tree without roots and leaves grows, called the Fushen Tree.

This tree is one zhang thick, the branches are intricately coiled, it does not need aura, does not need nutrients, and grows naturally.

One day, a monk passing by discovered it, the tree was very strange, silver-white, rootless and leafless, it seemed to be a dead thing, but he could feel the majestic aura of the tree.

He searched with his senses.

Inside the tree is another world!

There are mountains, oceans, forests, islands, spiritual grasses, living creatures, and endless spiritual energy......

Isn't this another world?

But there are no human beings here.

He took the tree back.

Later, human beings began to live in this tree, reproduced, started sects, and began the cycle.

Time flew by in the torrent of years, and the monk later began to rebuild Kyushu with his disciples.

And that tree eventually became one with Kyushu and dissipated in the Heavenly Dao.

I don't know how many years later, another monk picked up a piece of silver-white broken wood on the seashore, and he found that this wood had a world of its own, and it had given birth to a wood spirit, and then took the wood back and refined it into a mixed yuan gourd, and the wood spirit was left by him.

The Taoist priest's name was Qinghe.

Su Qing retracted her spiritual sense, panting heavily, her mind couldn't be stable for a long time, and those ancient pictures were deeply imprinted in her mind, as if she had experienced something from them.

Picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water, took a sip of it, and gradually calmed down.

This thing is a Fushen Wood Spirit!

It turns out that the treasure left by Master Qinghe in Baishuge is it, and this gift is too big....

No one could have imagined that his old man would put such an important treasure in the wooden sign that was forbidden to enter and exit.

It is estimated that the coercion of the thunder shattered the wooden sign.

She thinks this thing is a hot potato now, it's a pity to throw it away, don't throw it away, what's the use of this thing?

"Plant it!"

Well? Plant it up? Can this thing still be planted?

Wrong! Who's talking?

Speaking in her sea of knowledge, to be precise.

A white illusory figure suddenly appeared opposite Su Qing.

An old man in a crane hair and a white robe sat down on a stool.

He picked up the teacup and poured himself a cup of tea, then picked up the teacup and sniffed it, frowning and tasting it.

"Phew!" He spit out the tea in his mouth, looking disgusted, "What kind of tea is this?" It's so hard to drink! ”

After speaking, he looked at Su Qing, looked up and down, and his eyes were a little picky.

"Water, wood, earth, and three spirit roots? Only the second layer of Qi training? Alas, make do with it, it's better than the Miscellaneous Spiritual Root. ”

His eyes looked like he was looking at a piece of goods, and after saying that, he got up and wandered around the room, looking left and right, as if he didn't exist.

He seems to have that social.

It seems that they don't know each other, and they are very critical of themselves with their words.

In the middle of the night, a person suddenly appeared in his room, still a man, an old man......

She was stunned for a moment before she calmed down.

At this moment, if it was placed in modern times, she should scream and shout, and then call the police, but now it is a different world, a fantasy cultivator, a different world where everything is possible.

It seemed that he had no malicious intent, but his whole body was glowing with white light, and he didn't know if it was a person or a trick, so she pressed the tension and uneasiness in her heart, and she asked softly.

"Excuse me...... Who are you? ”

"Oh? Oh! When he came back to his senses, he seemed to realize that Su Qing was a living person, and he said with a straight face.

"I forgot to introduce myself, I am the supreme Kyushu Immortal Dao Medicine King Sect Sect Ancestor Qinghe is also!"

After speaking, he raised his head, stroked his beard, and looked proud.

The name is really long...... But didn't Master Qinghe soar?

"Nonsense! I'm a wisp of divine soul, are you an immortal cultivator after all! I don't even know common sense! ”

He turned his head and yelled at Su Qing with a look of disdain.

"The Fushen Wood Spirit was actually found by you, what a fool has a foolish fortune!"

Su Qing, who has a stupid fortune......

It seems that he didn't make a sound, but he could actually hear it?

"Of course, it's because I have mind-reading skills, how about it? Want to learn? ”

Then he put on a high-minded look, with a face full of words begging me, begging me.

She finally understood that this person was an old child, who might have been claustrophobic for a long time, and his temperament was a little jumpy, but there was no malice, so she began to feel comfortable.

She sat down slowly, poured herself a cup of tea, and savored it.

Well! It's so delicious, even the tea contains aura.

Continue to take a sip and taste between your teeth.

Well! Yes, why don't I usually find this spiritual tea so delicious.

The spirit of Qinghe Master Ancestor waited for her for a long time and did not respond, and saw that she actually drank tea leisurely.

He snatched the teacup from Su Qing's hand and rested it heavily on the table.

"You, you, you! You don't have any respect! ”

He pointed at Su Qing with a complaining face.

"You don't respect the old." She raised her eyelids and said lightly.

"You are arrogant!"

"You rely on the old and sell the old."

Don't think that you will be afraid of him when she is young, she has the soul of a modern person living in her body, and he looks more energetic than an aunt dancing in a square dance.

Don't be humble.

"You, you, you......" His fingers trembled, his eyes round.

Su Qing was afraid that he would really get high blood pressure, so he hurriedly stepped forward to appease him.

"You're old and angry, and the juniors are joking with you, so you're angry."

Quickly apologize, I can't be as knowledgeable as him.

"Humph!" He looked away arrogantly, putting his hands in his pockets.

"What did you mean by planting this Fushen Wood Spirit just now?"

Su Qing accepted it when he saw it, and began to change the topic with interest, but he didn't expect him to have a big temper.

"Literally, stupid, of course!" He rolled his eyes.

Well, you can't communicate with him with a normal human mind.

"So what are you doing here?"

The air was quiet for a while.

"Ahem, ahem!" He clenched his right hand into his mouth to hide his embarrassment, and almost forgot to get down to business!

"Who's that?"

"Junior Su Qing."

"Well, Qing'er, you have to plant this Fushen Wood Spirit well, don't live up to the ancestor's wishes!"

The spirit was very pleased with her attitude at this time.

Although he was heartbroken that the treasure was taken by a fool, he could not make her feel that she was such a stingy person.

He is dignified and supreme in Kyushu, and there is no Shang Dao to open the sect, how can the ancestor be the one who has no faith in his words!

Adults don't remember villains, how can the head of their own sect deal with a junior.

"Remember to irrigate with rootless water, the master still has two Wushang exercises to give you, you must cultivate well."

Immediately, he cast a spell with both hands to practice the mantra, and a golden light imprinted into Su Qing's brain, and he was deeply submerged.