Thanks to the four Taoist friends [Fire Cloud Ball God], [Thunder Storage], [586525687] [Corner Encounter God] for their rewards.

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Fu Zhu sighed, suddenly spoke, and said lightly: "Terran monk, you can survive for more than seven days in my bamboo garden, you are the first person." So it's an honor to tell you that you have fulfilled my covenant vows. ”

The burial bamboo was already dead, and now all that is left is a trace of broken thoughts, an unwilling obsession, lingering in this burial garden, for a long time, he is lonely, and wants to rest in peace. Therefore, before the establishment of this garden, he made a contract oath that if the monk entered the bamboo garden could live for seven days, he would give up his obsession and dissipate safely. After all, the real burial bamboo died tens of thousands of years ago, at the hands of the most beloved woman... And he, just a glimmer of luck surviving because of unwillingness, although he has the same appearance as the funeral bamboo, but it is not him after all.

"It's actually fine to dissipate like this, but before that, there is one more thing to do. ”

Fuzhu raised his head and chuckled, bright and gentle, "One day." ”

"Tomorrow, at this time, as long as you do not fall, it will be the time to regain your freedom, and as for this eighth day, it will be your final test, and if you can not die, there will be a reward. ”

The words fell, the figures dissipated, and the surroundings were silent and silent.

Xiao Chen's brows were a little difficult to wrinkle, although he didn't know what happened, but it seemed that things had taken a turn for the better, "One day? Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, I don't have a choice, so I will keep going... ”

The sound gradually lowered and could not be heard, and the sound of simple, painful, numb, and firm footsteps slowly echoed in the bamboo forest.

"Smack!" "Smack!"

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In the depths of the burial garden, there is a small bamboo forest, there is a bamboo building on the edge of the forest, and there is even a small lake not far away, although it is slightly dark, but the environment is still quiet, especially the blood-clothed woman who is laughing by the lake at this moment, it is to add a little vitality to this place.

"Brother Bury Zhu, why are you distracted, what are you thinking?" Funeral Hua chuckled, her beautiful eyes were crooked, she was fierce and well-behaved.

Fu Zhu paused slightly, then swept his gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up to reveal a gentle smile, "No, I was thinking about what happened before us." ”

"Funeral flowers, haven't you always wanted to know about what happened to us before we died, and today Brother Fuzhu will tell you. ”

Fuhua smiled and nodded, her eyes were more gentle, revealing a trace of infatuation, although for some reason Brother Fuzhu suddenly mentioned this, but this woman's heart was obviously extremely excited.

The two sat down, their eyes falling on the lake. The water is clear and pure... There is no impurity, and of course there is no life...

"A long, long time ago, we lived in a small village, with parents and relatives, farming and weaving for our own use, and we were happy and happy. Later, the adults of the clan who cultivated the immortal method came, and then you and my brother and sister were taken back to the mountain with hundreds of young children in the clan. I remember very well the pride and joy on the faces of my parents when they left, and they must have been extremely proud of being able to give birth to two suspicious immortal cultivators. ”

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"We lived in the mountains and started to get in touch with cultivation. At first, my brother didn't behave well with Funeral Flowers, so he was always bullied secretly, but when a descendant stopped Funeral Flowers at night and wanted to do wrong, my brother felt hot-headed at the time, and then he didn't know anything. Later, I heard that all the helpers led by the descendants of the descendants were dead, and the flesh and blood were all gone. It's a big deal.,Although many people want my brother to die.,But for some reason it's still not being held accountable.,And then... My brother has been cultivating very hard, because I want to protect my sister from being hurt in the slightest. ”

Since then, Brother Fuzhu has quickly become dazzling, becoming the object of envy and admiration of countless fellow clansmen, and his cultivation has become higher and more powerful, and he has always just wanted to protect his sister, and has never had other thoughts. ”

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"It's been a long, long time, Brother Burial Bamboo has become the most powerful existence in the entire family, and Funeral Flower cultivation is also very serious, although he is not as powerful as his brother, but he is also the elder of the family, I originally thought that life would pass slowly in peace, but the war came without warning. It was also during this war that Brother Fuzhu met a woman, her name was Concubine Xi, a very, very beautiful woman. From that time on, Brother Fuzhu knew that he had been cultivating for thousands of years, and in addition to his sister, there were people in this world who were worthy of his protection. The two became Taoist couples, and although the war was very cruel, the two still lived happily. But later, on the eve of that decisive battle, Concubine Xi secretly made a move on her brother, and then three enemy monks of the same level attacked, and the elder brother was not an opponent. Although they were all killed, they eventually fell. Died at the hands of Concubine Xi. But until he died, his brother never had the slightest hatred for Concubine Xi in his heart, but he just wanted to know why? Originally, we should all have been wiped out, and our blood was dissipated, and we were not qualified to return to the burial garden, but for some reason we survived, and in this capacity, we lived in the burial garden for a long time. ”

Fu Zhu's voice was low, he spoke very slowly and carefully, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was slightly sneering, as if he thought of many things back then. Funeral flowers hugged their legs, quietly did not speak, but their eyes kept falling on Brother Funeral Bamboo and never moved away.

"But we're dead, dead so many years ago, and I'm no longer a burial bamboo. And you're no longer a funeral flower. We got rid of the confinement of the Ji family's bloodline and were no longer isolated, but the complete memory of the burial bamboo made me unable to let go and accept the funeral flowers, I hope this, you can understand. ”

Fuhua chuckled and wanted to cry, but not a single tear fell, "I know, Brother Fuzhu is so strange today, why do you have to talk about these things again, haven't you already told people many times, I have become a lot better now, and I don't stick to Brother Fuzhu anymore." ”

Hearing this, Fu Zhu shook his head slightly, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, stretched out his arm, took her into his arms in the surprised eyes of Fu Hua, took a deep breath, and said, "There is a difference." ”

"Whether it is the burial bamboo, or the creatures produced by the bloodline seeds of the burial bamboo, they have completely disappeared just now, and this eighth day is the day I have earned for myself. I don't want to be bound by any more on this day. ”

Hearing this, the funeral flower bloomed with a beautiful smile on her face, happy and joyful, and the jade arm surrounded the burial bamboo brother in the depths, this hug, she has been waiting for countless years.

The funeral bamboo looked good-looking and frowned slightly, revealing a faint look of pain, but then it was hidden, holding the funeral flower in his arms and being silent, enjoying a kind of stability that he had never had.

"Bury Zhu, you must have discovered your thoughts a long, long time ago, and you suppressed yourself like me? As for Concubine Xi, do you really like her. Or do you just see her as a substitute ... We're all stupid, but it's good that I have one more day than you, and that's enough. ”

Fu Zhu shook his head slowly in his heart and was silent.

Time passed, the two of them were silent by the lake, the atmosphere was gentle, although they never spoke, they seemed extremely natural and harmonious, as if the two had been like this since thousands of years ago, deeply imprinted into this world, and would never dissipate.

Fu Zhu's face was pale, and his body was translucent, but there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't notice the pain in his body at all.

"The day is coming soon... ”

Fuhua raised her head and looked at her with affection, "Brother Fuzhu, we have been entangled for countless years, no matter what, you don't want to throw me away alone, we will always be together, no matter what, we will never be separated." ”

Fu Zhu frowned, shook his head and wanted to speak, but was blocked by a pair of jade hands. At this moment, Qianqian's ten fingers were illusory and almost transparent, and there was that faint blood-colored energy operating in it, and the speed was extremely slow, as if it would stop in the next moment.

"Brother Zhu is late, people have already made a decision, presumably with my brother's current state, it shouldn't be able to change. ”

Funeral flowers chuckled.

Fu Zhu's face was complicated, and then he shook his head, showing a look of relief, and said softly: "Since this is the case, then let's never separate again." ”

The voice was low and slowly dissipated.

The water of the lake trembled, and then like a drop of water under the scorching sun, it evaporated and dissipated, revealing the dark ground within.

The bamboo building collapsed, collapsed and dissipated, and melted into the void.

The bamboo forest swayed, suddenly bloomed, and then dried up and sprinkled bamboo leaves, and the bamboo poles withered and yellowed, melted away in the wind, and drifted away.

In fact, there is no lake here, no bamboo forest, no bamboo building, just because countless years ago the funeral flower once said that her dream life is to plant a bamboo forest next to a small lake, cover the bamboo building, fish on a sunny day, and listen to the wind on a rainy night. Fu Zhu remembered in her heart, although she couldn't accompany her to fish, and she couldn't accompany her to watch the rain and listen to the wind, but she still wanted to arrange the environment of her dreams.

In the snuggling, the figures of the burial bamboo and the funeral flower suddenly dispersed, turning into a cloud of mist, tumbling and entangled, and they would never be separated from each other again.