I returned to Mu Mansion with a dejected face, and just wanted to ask Mu Qingtian if he was there, a little guy came out and said that Mu Qingtian was asked out to taste tea by the minister of the court, I looked at the sky, the ancients were really elegant, what is good about tea, it is nothing more than not bitter, bitter and very bitter.

I went back to my room, closed the door, and fell asleep, yes, usually I would go to sleep when I was in a bad mood, and when I woke up, maybe I would be in a better mood.

In my dream, I was licking and breathing under an ancient and beautiful tree, which was swaying like life, and the halo that fluttered down was sprinkled on me. Feeling the warmth and comforting power, my eyelashes fluttered slightly, and I opened my eyes in confusion. It was all white, but the big tree on his head added a touch of color to the monotonous white. I looked up at the trees, and they were lush and vibrant. When I saw the fruit on the tree, I was even more amazed. It was a doll-shaped fruit the size of a palm, hanging from the branches and shaking gently. Each one seemed to be smiling, and the whole body shone with a soft halo, what kind of tree is this, so magical.

"Do you see?" said an old man's voice abruptly behind me, and I hurriedly turned over. "Isn't that the old man?!" That's right, this person is the fairy old man who brought me here.

"Little doll, it seems that you are impressed by Lao Dao. The old man smiled kindly, as if he were looking at his grandson. Looking at this old man's gentle and kind smile, I can't hate it anymore.

"Well, old man, where did you take me again?" asked suspiciously. "Your mother. "Simple four words, alas," I don't understand. The old man looked at me, sighed, and then continued: "That is to say, you are the transformation of the ginseng fruit on the tree." "Well, I calmed down after being a little surprised, as if this old Taoist mentioned it when I came to another world.

"So what?" Seeing me ask, the old man groaned for a moment, and then said, "I didn't want to tell you about this, but the time is almost up." "What the hell is going on, say. I urged.

"The ginseng fruit used to be a mortal thing, it was the favor left by the great god to the world, and the peculiarity was that it looked like a human form, and it also had a peculiar healing effect on all kinds of diseases and poisons, so it was cut down and planted by a large number of people in ancient times. The tree god couldn't bear it, so he asked the emperor for help, and after consulting with the ministers, the emperor decided to move the ginseng fruit tree to the heavenly court, so as to cut off the thoughts of human beings. All that remains, only this last ginseng fruit tree to survive. "Tsk, the elite of the trees.

The old man paused, and then said, "Later, the Emperor of Heaven handed over this last ginseng fruit tree to me for trusteeship, and I used the ginseng fruit to transform your human body for you, so that your soul can return. But ...... "just as I was infinitely interested, the old man stopped again, and I urged impatiently," but what, how can you be so mother-in-law. The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and he continued: "But the ginseng fruit is a heavenly thing after all, and if you live in the human world, you will be contaminated with turbidity, and the ginseng fruit will not survive for a long time. With that, he looked at me.

I was shocked: "You, you mean, I'm dying?!" I couldn't digest the shock, if it wasn't a big deal before, but now it's ...... "That's not it." The old man's next words made me hopeful.

"Don't look at how this ginseng fruit tree survived, natural selection, survival of the fittest. This ginseng fruit tree was originally planted from the mortal world, and naturally has its own way of survival. "What is what. ”

This old Taoist snatched a handful of beards and said meaningfully: "If the ginseng fruit is contaminated with turbidity in the human world for a certain time, it will automatically filter the turbidity on the body, and once it is filtered out, it will be even more powerful." "That's it, my body will filter what else you're worried about. "I was delighted.

The old man sighed again, "Don't you know, when you filter the turbidity, you will feel that the strength in your body will gradually weaken and disappear, and then you will be weak, and you can only lie down and cultivate like the living dead, and vomit blood every day, but you will make blood, and after fifteen days." When the turbid blood is exhausted and the blood is cleansed, the power will return and become more powerful. Only, this endured process. ”

After listening to the old words, I was a little trembling, thinking about that picture, it was really a little scary, lying in bed every day and vomiting blood? "Well, will I always be like this after a while......" I asked with the eagerness in my heart.

"That's not it, it's just that it has to go through three times, and after three times, there is no need to filter, and the ginseng fruit can be unpolluted in the world. The old man finished speaking, and then looked at me.

I glanced at him, "That's it, that's all it can be." "Be careful in everything, there are always some disadvantages around you now, and you have to protect yourself." ”

When I opened my eyes, I had woken up, and I thought of the dream of Fang Cai, and I was afraid that the old Tao had specially told me. There are other times when you have to filter it, and then you must find a place to hide. Suddenly I felt desolate in my heart, after all, I am not a human being.

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice interjected, and I hurriedly turned my head to look ahead, it turned out that it was already dark, only slightly white, and Mu Qingtian's figure was in a shadow. I saw him come over and sit on the edge of my bed, one hand holding up my hand, and the other hand covering my forehead.

"You're sick. It was still a simple word, and for a moment, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't help it. I sat up and was in a trance.

"I'm afraid that you didn't have a good meal when you entered the palace, so I packed the exquisite bags of Suzhen Pavilion outside. One sentence made me burst into tears.

"Mu Qingtian-" When I hugged his arm with tears streaming down my face, he was stunned for a moment, but he patted me on the back a little awkwardly, "What's wrong with you? I-"

But I shook my head and buried myself in his warm and solid neck, tears wetting his clothes. "Okay, it's okay, it's just, I had a nightmare, haha. Then he burst into tears and smiled, and his face was light.

He didn't seem to react, but still looked at me confusedly, "Hey—I want to eat a bag!" "Ahh I'll give it to you. ”

I want to ask for more familiarity with ancient paintings, can you help me paint the shape of the attack inside, and if you are willing to leave a message in the comments, I will definitely reply, remember to look back.