Chen Anzhi has lived for a long time, but in fact, it is not too long, he has been awake for two thousand years, and he has been asleep for three thousand years.

Even so, in his waking era, it is far from long, five thousand years of time, not as good as those hidden old monsters.

But if it is about the way of the sword, Chen Anzhi is confident that there was no one in the world who could catch his three swords three thousand years ago, and there is still no one today three thousand years later.

Even when it comes to one of the books that he has a headache when he hears it, it is far more than many readers.

So he's confident, confident that he can handle anything in the world.

It's just that now, he panicked, and he suddenly found that he was also good at a lot of things, such as the locust tree that was silent at the moment, and the Mu girl who didn't know where to go.

Three thousand years is not long or short, but it is the vicissitudes of life, and the sky has changed.

The former Kyushu has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the sword path he relied on for survival has also disappeared due to the shattering of the foundation of the Great Dao, and Chen Anzhi is no longer the commanding sword immortal.

Now he is just an ordinary mortal who could not be more ordinary.

Chen Anzhi clenched the hilt of his sword fiercely, the light in his eyes was uncertain, he walked to the old locust tree and stopped, hesitated to put his hand on the trunk, gently rubbed the rough bark, and finally sighed and closed his eyes.

A white locust flower fell and was propped up on his shoulder, and he gently picked one up and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Why are you waking me up?" a milky voice suddenly came from overhead.

Like the wind chimes on the porch blown by the afternoon wind, disturbing the clear dream, or like the first drop of rain falling into the lake, startling a circle of ripples, Chen Anzhi's pupils constricted, raised his head suddenly, and followed the voice.

The little girl sat on a branch in a thin garment, her little feet dangling gently in the air, she was like a pink carving, and her crystal skin was faintly flowing with brilliance.

Only at this moment, the little girl pouted angrily, as if she was particularly dissatisfied with the person who disturbed her sleep.

"Mu Chun. Chen Anzhi stayed where he was, looking at the familiar little guy who couldn't be more familiar.

The wind was quiet, and so were the clouds.

This moment seemed to have passed for a long time, and Chen Anzhi was standing there, and the feeling of reunion after a long absence made him feel at a loss.

The little girl tilted her head, her big eyes sparkled like black agate, and when she saw that the people below did not speak, she was even more angry, and she hugged the trunk of the tree with ease, and the thorn slipped down at once.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you so rude!" the little guy walked up to Chen Anzhi angrily, raised his hand and patted his arm, and said dissatisfied.

Her gaze was cast upward, this man in a white robe tied his hair without hairpins, his facial features were handsome and extraordinary, with a bit of fortitude between his eyebrows, and a little bit of tiredness.

It stands to reason that the little girl should be disgusted by the guy who disturbs her sleep, but she feels the breath of wanting to be close to the other person, very familiar, like the warm sun in winter.

"Little Muchun. Chen Anzhi gently put his hand on the little guy's head, and his gaze was soft.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" Xiao Muchun tilted his head, completely devoid of the anger of the talent, and looked at the man in front of him with a strange face.

When Chen Anzhi heard this, his heart was full of tastes, sourness, and melancholy, as the old Tao said, Xiao Muchun's body had some problems, and her memory seemed to have some blanks.

"You really don't remember me? Chen Anzhi's mouth was full of bitterness.

"I don't know you, but you smell familiar. Xiao Muchun's body trembled suddenly, stretched out a pair of small hands, touched his cheeks, and asked timidly: "I... I seem to know you..."

"But I slept for a long time, I slept for a year, two years..."

Xiao Muchun lowered her head, clenched her little hands into fists, spread them out one by one and counted them, her voice became smaller and smaller, and slowly became choked, she looked up at Chen Anzhi, full of doubts, tears kept rolling, "I seem to be sick, I forgot for a long time, no one played with me, and no one paid attention to me, so I kept sleeping, sleeping, and then I heard someone calling me, and then I woke up, and then I saw you..."

The little guy sobbed, a pair of big eyes full of tears stared at Chen Anzhi tightly, she combed her pigtails, and it had not changed, just like three thousand years ago.

"But... Be... I don't remember anything. She raised her little hand and wiped it on her face.

These words were like needles piercing into Chen An's heart, making him blame himself and heartache, the little guy surnamed He handed over Xiao Muchun to him three thousand years ago, but he lost Xiao Muchun, and it took so many years to find it.

Chen Anzhi took a deep breath, picked up Xiao Muchun, and pressed his forehead against her forehead, "Xiao Muchun, you..." ”

"I've been sleeping for a long time, but I'm still sleepy. Xiao Muchun had a bitter face, and grabbed the corner of Chen Anzhi tightly, for fear that he would disappear as soon as he let go, and said, "I'm so sleepy." ”

When the little guy spoke, he shook his head from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly fall asleep.

"Then go back to sleep. Chen Anzhi put the long sword on his waist in front of Xiao Muchun, gently touched Xiao Muchun's head with one hand, and his tone was soft as if he was coaxing his child, "Come back, Mu Chunjian." ”

Xiao Muchun nodded obediently, stretched out his hand and put it on the scabbard, and his body gradually became illusory and almost transparent, like the starlight in the sky sprinkled with mortal dust.

The breeze is light, disturbing the trees, the old locust trees in the cold winter are gradually withering yellow, and the yellow leaves are mixed with white flowers and snow falling in the wind, and the dry branches are piercing the sky, like a golden sword qi rising from the top of the mountain, to cut this turbid heaven and earth.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, fine as the stars in the sky into the water, drove over the bridge on the blue water, crossed the red wall, crossed the bluestone road, passed the Wanzhong Gate, and passed the left gate.

Mu Ruyi opened the curtain and jumped down from the wheel, Luo Yu's reproachful voice followed closely behind her, and the girl spit out her pink tongue mischievously, shaking her sleeves to tidy up a little.

Luo Yu got out of the car and saw Mu Ruyi's posture, and shook his head helplessly, there was no way to do anything about Mu Ruyi, he was sent to the Yuanshan Sect to cultivate since he was a child, and he naturally didn't care much about the rules and etiquette in the palace, but fortunately, no one else saw it at this time, and Luo Yu didn't say anything.

After walking through the left door, stepping through the eighteen steps, walking through the smooth white jade road, suddenly in front of you, here is a world of its own, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a small cave.

There are mountains and rivers in the small world, mountains are small hills, there are no rolling mountains, there are no towering and steep cliffs, it is an ordinary small hill.

The water is a small river, flowing blue water for a long time, flowing around the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain is a clearing, in the lush bamboo forest, there is a three-storey bamboo building, reflected in the mountains and rivers, just like the breeze with the bright moon, the shade of the trees under the scorching sun, complement each other, make people feel happy at a glance.

"Once this bamboo is in a group, it really grows vigorously. Mu Ruyi pursed her lips, her face was strange.

Hearing Mu Ruyi's slightly dissatisfied words, Luo Yu covered his mouth and chuckled, "After all, it is the Penglai Divine Bamboo of Dongpinghai, which is naturally not comparable to ordinary bamboo." ”

Especially when it comes to Penglai, Luo Yu's tone is deliberately a little heavier.

"Hmph. Mu Ruyi stomped her feet angrily, obviously angry by these words, and walked forward quickly.

There are seven great countries in the three states and five places, five holy lands, and four divine seas, and the Great Liang Dynasty is located in one of the three major countries of Yuzhou in Middle Earth, overlooking the vast territory of millions of miles of mountains and seas in the three states and five places, and it is only a small piece.

Dongpinghai, one of the four divine seas, adjacent to the beam, is rich in all kinds of wonderful sacred trees and bamboos, which are valued by the immortal monks.

And among them, the sacred bamboo of Penglai Immortal Mountain is naturally the most fascinating to all immortals.

Mu Ruyi raised her hand, gently slammed the door, and called softly: "Father, the child has come to say goodbye." ”

I only heard a cold snort coming from the bamboo house, and a middle-aged male voice full of majesty came.

"Please, what year is it, last year or this year?"

Mu Ruyi coughed lightly, raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her hand and slammed the door lightly, and said in a slightly coquettish voice: "Father, the child knows that he is wrong." ”

The door opened, this was a study, a table and chair made of sandalwood, and Emperor Daliang was sitting on the chair, holding a book in his hand, looking at his smiling little daughter helplessly.

Emperor Daliang's favorite among all his children is the youngest Mu Ruyi, which also indirectly caused Mu Ruyi not to take the palace etiquette seriously at all, although Emperor Daliang also had a headache, but the youngest daughter only came back from Yuanshan Sect once in three years, and it was too late to ask for warmth, where was she willing to blame her for cumbersome rules.

Mu Ruyi sat opposite, gushing endlessly, telling all kinds of thrilling adventures on the mountain for three years, as well as his own experience of ordinary people's lives in Daliang Capital, of course, Chen Anzhi's existence was naturally ignored in the past.

Emperor Daliang had a faint smile on his face, looking at his daughter's elated appearance, and his doting color was overflowing.

After she finished speaking, Emperor Daliang put down the scroll, nodded slightly, and said, "Transform into five spirits, it seems that you will be able to reach the Soul Condensing Realm next time you go down the mountain." ”

Mu Ruyi said with a smile: "My master said that I should not be in a hurry to break through the realm in the past three years, and after refining the sword intent, I will consider breaking the realm." ”

"It makes sense to take a step or a thousand miles, and it makes sense for the real person to say this. Emperor Daliang nodded in agreement: "You went down the mountain this time, what does your master have to explain?"

Mu Ruyi propped her arms on the table, held her pink cheeks with both hands, thought for a moment, and said, "My master only let me bring one sentence." ”

He said that the beasts trapped outside the Great Wall do not smell the warm spring, and the frost is hard and icy. ”