When the spirit of the sacred mountain dissipated, the old man who had transformed still had a somewhat incredible look.

A Lord of the Shepherds who exists in the past, who exists in memory, sees himself in memory, and then directly obliterates himself?

Cutting the future from the past, this method, even if the old man is the spirit of the sacred mountain bred by nature, is a little incomprehensible.

With a little regret, a little regret, the spirit of the sacred mountain dissipated directly. When his consciousness was dying, the old man seemed to hear the kid's words: "Teacher, today I made a flower chicken." ”

"What do you kid do you call a flower chicken? I'll try it. The little old man replied with a smile.

When the old man in white dissipated, in the internal space of the ninth mountain, countless white lights suddenly converged. In that blank space, a palm-sized white stone slowly appeared, and the stone shimmered and floated in front of the elm.

Originally, with the dissipation of the spirit of the sacred mountain, Elm, who should have withdrawn from the illusion of memory, seemed to be affected by something, but he still closed his eyes and immersed himself in his memories.

All of this is a little weird.

Yumu didn't know that he was still in a fantasy realm, watching his teacher bite the chicken leg in a big gulp, and he also disliked the taste of the flower chicken he made in every possible way, Yumu smiled slightly, his teacher was like this.

Tough old man.

Yumu and the teacher shared the flower chicken on the table, and took out a few green oranges and put them on the table, the oranges at this time should have been quite sweet, but it has been raining on a cloudy day recently, so it is still a little sour.

The old man peeled off an orange, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice, and then frowned: "This orange is still a little sour." ”

Elm Mu said with a little embarrassment: "Teacher, this is the orange at this time. Four points sour and six points sweet, in a few days, I think it will be much sweeter. ”

The old man smiled and looked at the few remaining oranges on the table, and said, "Not really. ”

"Little wood, what kind of sweetest orange you can remember?" the old man asked with a smile about the elm he had raised since childhood.

Elm, who was only at the age of the weak crown, thought about it carefully, and then said: "It was about seven years old, when I followed the teacher and planted seedlings in the sky. ”

The corners of Elm's mouth hooked up a little smile, and he fell into memory: "I still remember that at that time, I shouted that the sun in the sky was very strong, so it was better to rest for a while." As a result, the teacher took out a yellow orange and gave it to me, and when I ate the orange at that time, the sweet feeling made me feel that even if it was the heavenly elixir, it was not as sweet as the orange in my hand. ”

Immediately, Yumu said in a tone of remorse: "It's a pity that I was too young at the time, and I ate the oranges alone, and I forgot to ask the teacher if I was thirsty or not, and if I wanted to taste this sweet orange." Now that I think about it, I still regret it a little. ”

"Even though I was too young to give oranges to the teacher seriously, I didn't even ask a word, and I really forgot my roots. ”

The old man was still smiling, and his eyes seemed to be able to travel through the endless river of time and space, and see the elm wood that was now inside the ninth mountain.

Looking at the young man in front of him with a little remorse, the old man finally nodded slightly, and said softly: "Look at the oranges on the table again, pick them up and taste them, and see that they are still not as sweet as they were back then." ”

Elm looked directly at his teacher, and finally sneered: "Teacher, that orange is yellow-skinned and ripe." This orange is a green peel orange that I picked with my own hands, and it is still a little sour, how can it be the same!"

"Not necessarily, take a closer look. The old man was not angry, and said in a flat tone.

Hearing this, Elm looked down at the table.

The green-skinned oranges on the table quietly turned into yellow peels when Elm lowered his head, and the yellow oranges exuded a special fragrance, and their appearance was the same as the orange that Elm had eaten in his memory.

The old man's eyes were deep, he looked at the elm with his head down, and quietly reached out and nodded at the elm.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings, the void crack that already existed in the inner world of the elm instantly expanded a hundred times, as if it had become a little "trace", dividing the inner world of the elm into pieces.

Elm didn't know at all, looking at the oranges on the table that were exactly the same yellow and clear, he looked a little dazed, as if he had returned to the age of seven, wearing a small straw hat and holding a relatively large orange in his hand.

The elm ghost picked up a yellow orange and slowly peeled it off.

The old man pointed, but at this moment he was still smiling at the child he adopted, and his eyes were full of an indescribable feeling.

Elm split the orange in half and didn't hesitate to send it to his mouth. The old man's eyes were slightly gloomy, as if there was a sigh that fell gently.

At this time, under the influence of the old man's supernatural powers, Yumu seemed to have returned to the age of seven, and the choice he made before had a chance to change.

Elm, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly froze with his hand holding the orange, and the whole person seemed to remember something, and a blank look appeared on his face, and he began to look around, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, when he saw the old man sitting opposite him, Yumu showed a smile on his face and handed the other half of the orange that he had been holding in his left hand to the old man.

The smile on the old man's face grew, and finally he took the orange with a laugh, and casually touched the elm head with his other hand.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. And what about a gift from a shepherd?

Yumu was a little helpless: "Teacher, I've already passed the crown, you can't always treat me as a child!"

"Okay, well, the teacher doesn't treat you like a child anymore. The old man smiled and pulled off a petal of orange and put it in his mouth.

Yumu looked at the orange in his hand at this time, and was a little puzzled, if he remembered correctly, shouldn't the oranges in this season be yellow-skinned?

Forget it, Yumu didn't bother to think about anything, after all, his teacher was a great cultivator of the Tantu realm, and he was not well-known in this small city, and he had some strange magic powers, which was understandable.

Elm wood tasted a petal of orange lightly, it was really sweet, and the sweetness was no different from what he remembered.

Elm Mu smiled and asked, "Teacher, did you just secretly change the oranges?" How do I remember that I took them out, it seems to be green peel oranges?"

After eating the oranges in his hands, the old man wiped his hands on his clothes casually, and then said with a smile: "That's not it, your teacher and I just used the magic power of stealing the sky and changing the sun, how about it, you haven't found out, right?"

Yumu gave a thumbs up: "The teacher is really powerful, if I didn't know that the teacher is a monk of the Tantu realm, maybe I really believe in the teacher's magical powers!"

The old man's heart was happy when he heard this, and the God clone alarmed countless powerful beings, and under the frightened eyes of countless monks, he reached out and touched the river of time.

As a result, from the long river of time and space, just fished out a few ordinary oranges and put them on the table in front of you, you kid still don't believe it, what else do you want me to do?

Sometimes, ignorance turns into happiness.

The old man knocked on the table, "There are still a few oranges here, you can eat them together! The teacher is old, no matter how sweet this thing is, it will still be inexplicably sad to eat." ”

Yumu smiled dumbly, the teacher seems to be really old, and he is talking nonsense, how can he eat oranges and still be sad?

When Elm finished eating the oranges on the table, the short old man flicked his fingers lightly, and the originally stable memory illusion suddenly loosened, and Elm, who was inside the Ninth Mountain, showed signs of opening his eyes.

Looking at the young elm in front of him, the short old man suddenly asked a word that made the elm feel a little strange: "How have you been living alone all these years?"

Yumu, who was wiping his hands, looked up a little dazedly, hasn't he been with the teacher all these years?

Yumu was just about to ask the teacher if he had been tired lately and had problems with his memory.

As a result, when I really spoke, I suddenly had a sad feeling inexplicably, and I couldn't help but say: "Teacher Hui, over the years, the students have been living alone, and it doesn't seem to be very good." ”

The old man nodded, as if he had known everything that had happened to Yumu over the years, and finally said with a smile: "Your newlywed wedding is happy, and the teacher will not go." If I give you something, it will be regarded as a congratulatory gift, and the teacher is not in a good situation now. ”

As the old man's last words fell, all the pictures in front of the elm began to turbulent like water waves, and finally turned into nothingness, and the elm in the illusion of memory also dissipated.

And the elm spirit consciousness standing inside the ninth mountain, slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and the elm who had come to his senses looked around, and finally looked at the white stone in front of him, and the whole person suddenly sighed silently.

I actually fell asleep inside this ninth mountain, and I still recalled in my dream that I was eating oranges with my teacher, and when I turned my head, it turned out that many years had passed.

Yumu decided, after refining the Ninth Mountain, after marrying Bai Yao, he would take her back to his hometown to see his teacher.

How many years have I not been to the teacher's grave to pay respects?

Elm Wood Spirit Sense probed into the white stone in front of him, this stone was the foundation of the Ninth Mountain, and it was the same as the Eighth Mountain, and the Elm did not encounter any decent resistance, and directly refined the foundation of the Ninth Mountain.

It's just a little different from the initiative of the eighth mountain, this ninth mountain seems to have been erased by someone, and it is just like waiting for him to refine it here, giving elm a very different feeling.

This ninth mountain, how can I feel that there is no spirituality in the other two mountains!

Elm shook his head, not thinking too much. This kind of sacred mountain, even if there is any change, is not something that he can peek at now.

With the refining of the ninth mountain of elm, the blockade of the inner world was lifted in an instant, and everyone who was originally outside sensed the appearance of the elm breath again at this moment.

Su Hanqing immediately looked up in the direction of the elm wood and muttered, "Is this a failure?"

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