Perhaps the love for sycamore wood is too obvious, Fu Xi couldn't help but quip: "Fortunately, there are only you and me here, if there are still people around, maybe I think that Daoyou has won the innate treasure." ”

Daoyou laughed... Daoists should also see that the poor Dao, the mountain of forgetting worries, relies on the innate spiritual root to feed back the heavens and the earth. Poor Dao also doesn't practice the method of beheading three corpses, so he can only earn more merit to save his life. ”

"Sure enough, Lingxuanzi Daoyou also saw the drawbacks of the method of beheading three corpses. ”

Qin Lang didn't want to talk about this topic, so he just dealt with it casually.

After all, Hongjun has been sanctified...

Talking about the Dao method he created behind his back, Qin Lang always felt like he was dancing on the tip of a knife.

However, Fu Xi did not continue to dwell on this topic, but discussed it with him.

If you want to say that the way that Fuxi has realized, it is even more complicated than that of the Queen Mother of Naxi.

However, the ways that Fu Xi realized were all related to the way of yin and yang, and all of them were extremely profound.

In the meantime, Fu Xi even asked him for his Fu Xi qin, and played the learned laws into music with the sound of the piano.

Qin Lang was a little itchy by Fu Xi's exposed hand.

He also took out the Five Elements Guiyuan Flute, and tried to show the way of the five elements he had realized in the form of music.

But it's a pity that Qin Lang didn't have the slightest knowledge of the way of music and rhythm.

Although he showed his comprehension with the help of the Five Elements Guiyuan Flute, the music played was a little flattering.

Fortunately, Fu Xi didn't complain about anything, and spent a hundred years teaching Qin Langyin rhythm.

Through the two of them getting along for many years, Qin Lang has put Fuxi in the same position as Zhen Yuanzi.

If it weren't for the fact that Fu Xi already had his own plan.

Qin Lang even wanted to leave him on the Forgotten Worry Mountain to help him avoid the disaster.

Time flies, and it took him thousands of years just to talk about the Tao with Fu Xi.

But just when Qin Lang was about to use the Heaven and Earth Treasure to call Zhen Yuanzi over, Fu Xi said with a solemn expression: "Lingxuanzi Daoyou, the day when the two brothers Dijun and Taiyi will be emperors is approaching..."

"Are you going to watch the ceremony?"

Seeing Qin Lang ask, Fu Xi shook his head and said, "Fame and power are just passing by the clouds, what's the use of looking at that thing?" But I have calculated that I have a chance to be on the demon clan." For the sake of Bo's glimmer of life, I'm afraid I can't hide from the demon's troubled waters. ”

Qin Lang couldn't help but worry about Fu Xi when he heard this.

To be honest, compared to Fuxi, he is already lucky.

I have already set the path and don't talk about it, and as long as I don't die, I can live freely.

"Daoyou cherish all the way. ”

"Okay, you Lingxuanzi! I thought that with our friendship, you would go with me. ”

"No! At the beginning, the poor Dao owed a lot of causes and effects to the Houtu Ancestor Witch, and he was still unwilling to help the Wu Clan. Now that Poor Dao has only a close relationship with you, how can he be involved in the whirlpool of the demon clan?"

"That's very good! Fellow Daoist, you can stay in peace and meditate in your mountain of forgetting worries. After I have won that glimmer of life, we will continue to talk about the past and the present. ”

Qin Lang nodded with a smile when he heard this, and he could be regarded as agreeing to this agreement.

Fu Xi left in a hurry, and Qin Lang just sent him out of Forget Worry Mountain.

But this was the only time he didn't feel sad when he said goodbye to his friends after coming to the wilderness.

Send each other off in the mountains, cover the firewood at dusk...

After Fu Xi left, Qin Lang set aside an area to plant the sycamore trees and the spiritual roots he had given before.

Of course, Qin Lang also followed his promise to water the Qingdi Yumei for nine days of clear spiritual water every day.

If you want to say that the only thing that has changed, it is estimated that Qin Lang will take out the Five Elements Guiyuan Flute and play two songs every day in his spare time.

From being rusty at the beginning, to being able to play what he thinks at will, even Qin Lang doesn't know how long it takes.

The present world is stable, the years are quiet, it should be like this, right?

"Master, I... I gave up!"

Qin Lang came to the snowball after finishing the spiritual root as usual.

But I was a little confused by Snowball's endless sentence...

However, when he saw Snowball staring at the hemlock tree not far away with a resentful face, his heart was a little clearer.

In fact, after Qin Lang got the sycamore wood, his desire for the metallic spiritual root was no longer so urgent.

But even so, Qin Lang had preached for this hemlock tree several times.

But the hemlock wood is so stubborn that the body of the tree has grown to more than a thousand feet, but it still hasn't opened its spiritual intelligence.

"Snowball, let it be. Since this hemlock can't be shaped, it's a decoration. ”

"I don't want it! I'm going to refine its body into a spirit treasure to make up for the amount of three-light divine water I wasted. ”

"Wait, what's going on with the Three Light Divine Water?"

Seeing Qin Lang ask, Xueqiu covered its little head with two small paws and said, "In order to let the hemlock tree open its spiritual wisdom, I often use the three-light divine water and the spiritual liquid in the spirit purification tank to water it..."

Well, a loss!

Qin Lang couldn't bear to criticize Xueqiu, but instantly felt that the hemlock tree was a bit of an eyesore!

Uprooting it is just a matter of mana.

But when Xueqiu saw that Qin Lang was about to make a move, he volunteered to hit his head on the hemlock wood.

Originally, Qin Lang thought that with the realm of the Snowball Taiyi Golden Immortal, he could directly knock this hemlock wood into powder.

But what he didn't expect was that Hemlock Wood didn't have anything to do, but a big bag was knocked out of Snowball's little head.

Seeing this, Qin Lang first used his mana to help Xueqiu treat his injuries.

Then he struck out a divine sense to check the situation of the hemlock tree.

Good guy, it turns out that the reason why this hemlock wood can't open the spiritual wisdom for a long time is because its inside has been jadeized.

When Qin Lang used his mana to peel off the bark, a jade tree of more than a thousand zhang appeared in front of him.

"Master, have you created a new supernatural power?"

"No... This hemlock seems to have been so good that we have changed the variety by ourselves. ”

In fact, it is no longer appropriate to call it 'hemlock'.

Because this tree is a golden crystal jade bone, although it is not a spiritual root, it is a rare refining material.

And according to the information fed back by the divine sense, this jade tree can continue to grow as long as its roots continue to grow.

Qin Lang naturally wouldn't let go of such spiritual materials, and directly shot out a mana to break it at the waist.

The trunk of a tree more than 500 zhang long was enough for him to make many things.

By the way, we have to make a chessboard first!

Otherwise, if you do the same thing every day, you will get bored sooner or later...

"Snowball, do you have anything you want?"

"Yes, I want a gazebo. Recently, my three-light stone is about to be refined. After giving it to the Houtu Ancestor Witch, I didn't even know where to cultivate. ”

Well, let's hold on to the snowball first.

Maybe after the pavilion is built, it will be tens of thousands of years before you can get the Sanguang Pavilion or something.