The inside of the tree is like a stone cave, looking at the haggard plum tree face, the tangled branches, dripping purple water droplets, its eyes are full of vitality, even if there is some brilliance, it still can't avoid the erosion of the sun and the moon, and it looks old. I didn't expect that trees that could live for thousands of years would be as fragile as people, and the smiles in their eyes made people feel distressed.

Li Shuishan sat cross-legged according to his instructions, and the three swords of the peach wood sword, the silver sword, and the bronze sword did not leave the clothes on his back. The old tree blew fiercely, stirring a huge wave, as if spreading out the picture with a big hand, and the paper rolled slightly like ripples, and went away. Clear ripples spread to Li Shuishan's body, were impacted, and when they reached an inch behind him, they continued to merge with the texture next to him, and deduced backwards.

The distant storm hit the tree wall and swept in.

The majesty of the old plum tree appeared at this moment, it gasped and struggled, "I have condensed my reincarnation time, and in about half an hour, I will see your appearance, you have to grasp your whereabouts in my memories, and see the thread of fate on it." I will do my best to assist you. ”

"Time is limited, and I already feel that there is a mysterious place calling me. ”

Li Shuishan nodded quietly and opened his eyes wide.

The face of the old plum tree degenerated, and white branches emerged, which slowly collapsed, first from the branches that pointed to the sky, and then from the trunk, slowly extending downward.

Li Shuishan saw the scene gradually changing.

First of all, starting from a small seedling, the wind and rain swaying in the sky, and the irradiation of the sky let it quietly feel the roar from nature. One day, in the nearby village, there was a child chasing a dragonfly, holding a windmill in his hand, and grinning and laughing. Her mother, holding a hoe in her hand, saw the child say that she wanted to make a slingshot, and the woman smiled and touched the hoe, cutting his tender branches, and bleeding, and under the hidden dark clouds, a light rain saved it, and another sun shone on his young heart, mending its wounds.

It was ridiculed by the other little trees, and shook their tender branches to tell it what fate was.

When he struggled up, there was no tree around, only he sprouted under the stone rock, and continued to climb, one year in spring and winter, a warm, and afraid of the wind and snow to extinguish the cold.

The seedling broke through the suppression fiercely, rushed out of the suppression of the yellow stone, only the little branch suppression, he screamed, this time when he came out, there was only bare loess, the village that was smoothed by the loess. It is only a tree, and the parched environment is the hope of this land, and the smoke and dust blowing it smooths out its hatred.

There was only a little green in the loess that could not be seen, and the teeth that came out of his growing branches were not bigger than the size of a fingernail.

When he faced the wind and snow again, he was bent by the branches, the thin teeth of the pressure drooped, and the body of the tree, which had not risen much in spring, summer and autumn, was pressed to the ground, and the wind carried the hatred of roaring and invincing, and endless mockery.

Again, it stood up, and the wild dog that came to it urinated on it, and it opened its eyes and looked at the sky, but it grew stronger.

There were Terran soldiers on horseback, carrying blades and swords on their shoulders, and walked slowly in front of him. Eventually, someone noticed it, stretched out their palms, and grabbed its body

pressed on the ground, and slashed down fiercely, breaking into two sections. In the end, the roots were left, and the upper half of the upper body was taken away as a plaything for drawing horses, and when it finally dried up, it was thrown into the flames and turned into dust in the air.

The third time, it once again grew a larger branch from the root system, and it expanded several times by the whirring, and was blown away by the strong wind, and the plum blossoms that bloomed, it was still the only one in this place.

Covered with snow and wind, it understood what was best, straightened its back, looked at the night sky, looked at the snowflakes, and a reckless man with a knife came to this place, shivering with cold, and looked for many places, but this one plum tree, covered with snow, cut it off with another knife, and took it to the cave and backlogged it, and laid it under the hay, and slept beautifully.

In his sleep, many big men were chasing him and he was stabbed, and he clutched his chest for a chance to escape. He still didn't wake up on a snowy night, and on the gauze on his chest, he was soaked in blood, and he fell into a deep sleep, becoming a dead body.

The fourth time, he couldn't wait for the arrival of spring, and under the squeeze of the cold wind, he grew young shoots. Whether it is a mortal person will sigh when he encounters it, this thing was born in the snow, this snow in the cold wind is waiting for a walker in Taoist clothes, he looked at the buds on it, and smiled: "Everything is always a little strange, indomitable, the plum under the cold wind, is the existence I want." I can't bear to destroy this thing, so I'll leave it to survive the snowstorm. ”

He sat cross-legged, recited a copy of "Lin Xi Xing" in his mouth, and instructed from time to time: This thing must be a spirit of perseverance without a kind, it can give birth to spiritual wisdom one day, can see through the heavens, see many disasters in the future, and strive for a hope for the survival of our human race, which is gratifying.

The wind and snow dyed his hair white, and seeing that he ignored the cold, a small fish crossed the water on his thin clothes, and the elk shook his head, and the little elk had a dragon claw clasped tightly, three fingers, and the words in his mouth were until late at night, and he touched the young sapling, and instructed: "There is a way in the world, not only to see the heavens, but also to see fate, the most important thing is self-choice." Although I am a walking Taoist, I cannot interfere with it, and I cannot be at the mercy of you, it all depends on your creation. ”

"This time we are very happy to meet, and the next time there is no time, when I leave the world and enter the Yellow Spring, I will return to the loess. You are influenced by my comprehension of the essence of morality "Lin Xi Xing", and you can figure it out carefully, you can't do it for two days a day, you can't do it for three days for two days, there will always be a day. When there is success as a spirit, I will create a little magic power for my human race. This is the blessing of the land of the living human race, and it is also the expectation I give to you. ”

"If you have a spirit, you are a spirit, not a demon. One day, you can naturally find your way home and choose for yourself. ”

He hurriedly put away his scroll and wrapped it, exhaled softly at the sapling, and left.

This time, the plum tree sapling was in danger because of the crack in the small stone behind him, and it rained heavily, causing a flood that took away its branches and broke his body. At night, there are often iron bells echoing, there are hundreds of ghosts happy, and the souls of demons are happy to follow, and the laughter is even more heartbreaking.

When it grows again, it becomes a large plum tree with three small red eyes. He learned to breathe the aura of heaven and earth, inhale into his body, and feel the power of the stars of time. Using his own branches to tie up, he formed his first face, which was a naïve teenager. It learns to move its roots, along with the thousand

Ghosts compete for aura, water mist, and learn the roar of the human race, laugh, to disguise.

Gradually, he also had a sad hatred, and abuse, and gradually there was a clear rattan rolled up into his own face, and when the moon was full one day and the stars were falling, he chose to leave and look for its enlightened person.

He remembered the man's face, and that was what it believed.

The plum blossom trees roar up from the ground and move along the edge of the stream, enjoying the view of all things.

During the day, it saw the child in the rain holding an umbrella and holding the hand of an adult, and felt a little lonely in his heart, and his face formed by rattan showed sadness; when he passed through the field, he saw the yak eating and drinking on the side, and there was a monster in the water, and he opened his mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp, and his face showed horror; when he ran faster, he saw a willow tree like himself, which was blown up, and was pierced by the thunder, and it wiped its tears, showing helplessness and hatred; when it passed through a wild area again, countless armies were fighting, and it waited for a week, and saw the victory and defeat, and saw the fear and misery of the losers on the battlefield, and the laughter of the victors, holding a human head and spitting on the ground.

Until, it felt a familiar aura, the old man who had sunk deep into the loess, revealing half of his bones, with a sharp blade stuck in his chest.

On this night, the hundred ghosts walked, it wrapped thousands of sharp blades, learned the tears of the human race, slowly stepped away, and asked in his mouth: "The Taoist is not guilty, why do you want to die?"

He was talking about the man who was full of demonic energy, his eyes widened slightly, and he sneered, "He hinders me from seizing the luck of heaven and earth, when will it be your turn to speak?"

He held a trident in his hand, his eyes showed a greedy bloody meaning, and he stepped in, this night, there was a yellow spring coming, everything was unknown, only knew that there was a demon race in the territory of the human race. He cried in front of the Taoist maple, like a mortal, and laughed miserably: "I understand what the Taoist said. No matter where the avenue goes, you must maintain a pious heart, and people are people, not demons. I should follow your word, I will not hurt anyone, but whoever kills you, I will solve it all, this is my will, and it is my choice. ”

Pursued by countless mortal Taoists, he stepped into the forbidden land of the demon clan, fought for a hundred days, slaughtered tens of thousands, and corpses were everywhere.

He was very disappointed that he had once again stepped into the sea to pursue the spirit race, but still had no return, because he could not find the existence of the so-called belonging.

Until one day, the purple qi permeated his side, and it stepped into this place, into that pure and flawless world, and this place seemed to belong to it. But he was scolded outside by an angry scolding, and told him to think quietly and wait, and was not allowed to step in.

This guard is hundreds of years, hundreds of years have passed, she still doesn't know why, maybe this is fate. He saw the spirit of his dreams, met his companion, but rejected it greatly.

The snow kept flying, and a human saw a seed from the plum tree and said with a smile: "You take root and sprout, don't be anxious." ”

After that, it saw countless demon races, human races, and god races, but none of the so-called spirit races came, and it was very sad in its heart.

Until the figure of a teenager appeared, it made a trace of waves in its heart and smiled slightly.

This laugh is a hundred years of waiting.