"A fairyland on earth, its name is Gusu."

"Under the Seven Plum Trees, Gongzi Shengxian."

"Dressed in white and black snow, smiling like a passing year."

"The red face is like water and does not return, and the poor son is not thinking about it..."

It means that there is a son in Gusu City who is comparable to the immortal, he has been chasing the avenue all his life, firm and persistent, even if he is red-faced, he has never looked back...

Gusu City.

A part of the Immortal Heavenly Secret Realm, it is also the epitome of the most representative mortal town of the Shenyu Dynasty five thousand years ago, and at the main city gate, a bluestone monument towers into the sky.

Characters large and small from 5,000 years ago.

Some have not yet been reincarnated, and the gods are in retreat, so that their own apprentices can even coax and deceive the Taishang Sect Master Yi Qinglan, who grew up listening to the legends of Gusu City since he was a child.

The Heavenly Emperor of the Shenyu Dynasty preached from this, which made this originally simple and low-key mortal city endowed with a thick and mysterious mystery.

The various versions of the story have been passed down through the ages, attracting countless giants to come here, and they have brought out new rumors, and the cycle has become more and more famous.

That year.

If the Shenyu Imperial City is a place of pilgrimage that the monks of the world yearn for, then Gusu is the spiritual pillar of the monks of the world, and everyone aspires to become Chen Yi's second.

But alas.

The luck of an era is only enough to breed one Chen Yi.

"What a pure aura storm."

"If I am allowed to be here for ten years, I will be promoted to Yuanying."

"What a chance."

"Well, I don't know if there is a divine fruit tree in this city."

"What divine fruit?"

"People have a good name? That's called Huangliang Fanguo. ”

"How do you know its name?"

"Sect Master Yi said it himself."

"Huangliang dreams for a thousand years, and Huangliang Fanguo, also known as the dream fruit, can not only wash the marrow and cut the veins, make people look ageless, but also realize the Tao in a dream and comprehend the supernatural powers."

"The most amazing thing is that those who are dead and decrepit can prolong their lives for thousands of years!"

"Shhh

"Then why don't we dig up its roots and graft and transplant them on a large scale in Blue Star?"

"Don't be delusional."

"There is only one sorghum fruit tree in the world, no one knows how it is grown, and no one knows what its growth and living conditions are.

"Taking a step back, scarcity is precious, if even ordinary people like you and me can get a share, how can it afford the name of that heavenly treasure?"

“…”

The fruit that Chan Hongyi asked Chen Yi to help pick up was picked up by a monk at the entrance of the secret realm, and as soon as the fruit was picked, the fruit tree instantly withered and disappeared.

Because the sorghum fruit is too precious, everyone does not have much illusion about it.

On the contrary, it is the aura that wanders in the underworld void, and they all covet it: the Blue Star Realm, although the aura recovery has entered the second stage, however, the aura is still lacking.

And here.

It is no exaggeration to say that one day of retreat here is equivalent to a year in the outside world!

"Damn, I don't care, I'm in danger."

Finally, someone couldn't hold it back, and sat cross-legged and devoured the aura around him: he was stuck at the peak of foundation building for many years, and Shouyuan was coming to an end, and he was dead both horizontally and vertically, so it was better to give it a go.

"Boom!"

As the aura poured into the acupoint, it directly broke through the bottleneck shackles that he had been staying for a long time, and the aura of Jin Dan was rising, and his appearance was young at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gray hair turned black, the withered skin was congested, and the pale cheeks gradually became rosy.

"Master Dao, I'm done, I'm done, hahahahaha."

The sound of wanton laughter echoed for a long time, and everyone looked sideways, some with disdain in their eyes, and some with a glint of essence, but no one competed with them for spiritual energy and interfered with their cultivation.

Yan Chixia frowned slightly, and Yi Qinglan said lightly:

"If you don't want to die, I advise you not to move, watch."

At this juncture, whoever is a good person will become the target of public criticism.

They all covet the aura in Gusu City, but as human spirits who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, no one is willing to risk their lives, so they need a guinea pig.

If he dies, he deserves it, who told him not to wait?

"Big brother, how do you feel?"

Beihuang asked in his throat, deliberately stimulating this person.

"Haha, fluttering immortals."

"Give me some more time, three days, in three days, I will definitely be promoted to Yuanying, when the time comes, what Chen Changsheng, what sword immortal, will not be Lao Tzu's opponent, hahaha!"

Looking at the adoring Beihuang, the old ghost's vanity was greatly satisfied, and the speed of devouring the spiritual energy skyrocketed, and the aura soared, with a posture like a bamboo.

You.

His body had swelled like a balloon, his pupils were dilated, and he had completely lost his mind.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

The onlookers saw clearly that its feet began to dissolve little by little, as if eaten by heaven and earth, and three transparent white flowers bloomed on the top of its head and withered one by one.

"Hmph, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants."

Yi Qinglan snorted coldly and took the opportunity to educate Li Qingjun: "Qingjun, you have to remember, how big a belly you have, how big a bowl of rice you eat, don't force it, understand?" ”

"Yes, Master, disciple remember."

Li Qingjun hurriedly made a guarantee, and then asked tentatively:

"Master, this person... Hopeless? ”

"The three flowers are withered, and the gods are difficult to save."

It seems to confirm what Yi Qinglan said.

The next second.

The old ghost suddenly convulsed, and without him casting a spell, the aura took the initiative to pour in from the heavenly spirit, and for a while, the aura on his body was even more terrifying than that of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"How do you feel now?"

Beihuang blinked and asked again.

"Very good!"

"Then I'll help you!"

Beihuang covered his mouth and smiled, his fingertips stroked, and all the spiritual energy in all directions converged in the direction of the old ghost, and the rest of the monks had strange faces, and the good deeds joined the ranks of Beihuang.

"Wonderful! Daoyou has a good eye, treat me as a baby, and marry you! ”

The moment the sound fell, the old ghost also reached the limit, the three flowers were shattered, and the silky black smoke came out from the mouth, nose and ears, and the flesh quickly disintegrated, and finally disappeared.

Beihuang's smile turned to sarcasm, and he pursed his lips disapprovingly.

"The power of dreams, illusory, nothing, pavilions, water and moon without a trace."

Yi Qinglan took a speck of dust with her hand, closed her eyes and felt it for a while, and said solemnly:

"It will quietly assimilate the creatures that are tainted with its own cause and effect, and the person just now, he did not die, but became a part of this world, or... Nutrients! ”

The crowd was horrified and afraid:

"Fortunately, there is a scapegoat, almost impulsive."

"Fellow Daoist, you can go with peace of mind, I will take care of your wife and daughter."

"Say."

"Why is there the power of dreams in this secret realm?"

"Could it have something to do with that one, the legendary Heavenly Emperor?"

“…”

This question is destined to not get an answer, of course, there is no need to deliberately seek an answer, anyway, practice to find the truth, isn't this Gusu City's aura just tried?

Can't be repaired!

With the lessons of the past, everyone tried to avoid the surrounding aura and walked slowly.

Walk through the smoke and rain alleys.

The small bridge and flowing water, the boat ferry, the apricot blossoms and the light rain, the landscape is picturesque, the monks are all haunted by the beautiful scenery of the riverside, and some people ask: "Sect Master Yi, where is this?" ”

"This sect... I don't know, it's a little different from my impression of Gusu City. ”

I've been to Gusu before.

The building is the same building, the breath is different, there is an extra kind of bizarre, Yi Qinglan can't say, but it is certain that there was no five thousand years ago.

"It's better to leave now, or later."

"Let's go."

Beihuang didn't say a word, pulled up Yi Qinglan, and was about to leave.

It's one thing to hate Yi Qinglan, it's another thing to believe or not to trust her, Yi Qinglan has a cold temperament and is not good at talking, she says that if there is a problem, there must be another problem.

Seeing this, the rest didn't dare to hesitate at all, and quickly followed: in fact, they really wanted to stay a little longer to see if they could find any anti-heaven chances, but...

The old ghost encountered it, so that they had to be cautious and throw a mouse bogey.

After walking for nearly half a pillar of incense, Yi Qinglan suddenly noticed something unusual: something was wrong, she remembered very clearly, the Gusu River was not so long, unless her memory went wrong.

"Could it be that because of reincarnation, there has been some kind of change in Gusu City? It's not impossible, after all, the reincarnation of the entire city is bizarre in itself. ”

Since the revival of Reiki has entered the second stage, it is full of weirdness.

"Try another half pillar of incense, I hope it's me who has the problem."

Yi Qinglan hid her emotions and quietly led the team to move forward, more than a hundred miles, everyone was dazzled by the flowers, the sea of flowers was scattered, and the vision changed suddenly.

They're back to square one!

The only difference is that the gray sky stops raining.

"Don't stop."

Yi Qinglan let out a low sigh, her fingertips pinched into the fine flesh of her palm, and forced herself to stay calm with pain... This time it's fifty miles, like going back in time to the origin.

Picture transformations.

Dressed in white, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the Gusu River, the plum trees swaying behind him.

"It's a dream!"

"The power of dreams is at work, we seem to be stuck in a dream, everything we experience at the moment, is a closed loop, either break it, or... Die! ”

Beihuang, who has always been lonely and arrogant, felt uneasy and palpitations for the first time in his life, Yi Qinglan also had a numb scalp, her lips were pursed, her pretty face was pale, and her jade hands trembled slightly.

Without saying a word, she walked forward on her own.

The other monks naturally saw her nervousness, and they all became vigilant, whispering about the identity of the white-clothed person, and working together to deduce the way to break the game.

The third time I returned to the same place, it was only ten miles.

The snow falls in Gusu, the cold wind is cold, Xiao Se kills, the plum tree is in full bloom, peerless and independent, a fruit is bred out, and it is picked by the young son.

White and round, fragrant, refreshing.

In front of him, there stood a young girl, with a plum blossom pinned to her sideburns, who was not familiar with the world, and the young man wiped it clean with his sleeve, turned around and handed the fruit to the girl.

"Uncle Shi, what is this?"

"A dream."