Jimo looked at the dragonfly, slightly surprised, the dragonfly can show such feelings, like a born master, and like an ancient Buddha, willing to be accompanied by the green lantern forever, smiling at the red dust rolling.

Brother Mo smiled. The dragonfly came back to her senses and smiled lightly at Jimo.

There is a stream in front of the wooden house, there is a wooden bridge, the wooden bridge is very ordinary, three giant trees are built, it is a bridge, the stream is not deep, more than the knee, it is crystal clear, there are fish swimming in the water, very free.

There are lights in the wooden house, Jimo was slightly surprised, walked across the wooden bridge, lightly buckled the wooden door, the hut was not high, only more than two zhang, and it was not very wide, only three rooms.

After knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response, Jimo's heart trembled slightly, and he sighed, he didn't use his soul to investigate, but he guessed the result.

Push the door in, there is a faint dust, the owner has not returned for too long, the hole is a firewood door, without cleaning, has accumulated dust.

A dim lamp on the table, wanting to go out, the lamp oil comes from the ancient beast raccoon, the fist-sized ointment, can burn for a hundred years, the wick is the fur of the ancient beast nine mink, can also burn for a hundred years without extinguishing.

The lights were still on, but unfortunately the owner of the wooden house did not come back.

Jimo sat cross-legged at the table, as if he saw the old days, there was a burly man, and he was seated here, and next to him sat a woman, who was holding a baby in her arms.

Jimo picked up the iron needle on the table, carefully picked the wick, the light was much brighter, he picked up the nearby raccoon dog ointment, filled the lamp, changed the wick, and the oil lamp finally brightened.

The oil lamps cast an orange glow throughout the house, which was warm and welcoming.

"I don't know if Xiaoman will hate me when he grows up?" Jimo didn't know when he hoarsely spoke, looked at the oil lamp, and picked the wick to ensure that the light was the brightest.

Only then did he realize that there was no point in picking up the lamp, so he was a little distraught, dropped the iron needle, stood up, and walked to the window.

Looking at the bright moon outside the window, reflected in the stream, the shadows of the trees are swaying, coinciding with the shadow of the moon, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the shadow of the tree or the shadow of the moon.

Jimo's heart is in turmoil, in his state of mind, this is rare, this kind of chaos comes from the depths of the soul, there is no way to suppress it, but the more it is suppressed, the more upset he becomes.

"How can it be, Xiuzhen is like this, there is no right or wrong, why should you blame yourself. The dragonfly slowly walked to Jimo's side, stood side by side with him, turned his head to look at Jimo's side face, and lost his mind in an instant.

Stunned, he turned his head and looked at Jimo's gaze, only to see a fish jumping out of the water, several feet high, swallowing a small grasshopper worm, falling back into the water, splashing a bunch of splashes.

"I hope so, with my current state of mind, I should have demolished this wooden house, out of sight, not upset, and naturally in a complete state of mind. Jimo turned his head to look at the oil lamp on the table, "But this is not the way of nature." ”

Cultivators are most afraid of being upset and distracted, but Jimo has fallen into it.

In the purple eyes, the light flickered, and a few light flowers danced from time to time, the light swayed, very calm, but in Jimo's eyes, the light seemed to have changed, becoming a world, a world of fire.

It's very warm, and there is an inexplicable touch, I can't say it, and I don't want to say it, this is the way.

Jimo strode to the lamp, sat down cross-legged, and stared quietly at the dancing candlelight, without saying a word, only the reflection of the light in his eyes.

The dragonfly looked back and sighed, and turned to look out the window at the stream, just as another fish jumped out of the water, and jumped three feet high, and the golden dragon scales shimmered under the moonsilver like a string of pearls.

"Poof!"

The fish fell into the water, splashed several feet high, and slipped away along the stream.

"Why bother struggling to jump out of the water and then fall into the water?"

"Fish can't do without water, but they want to see the world outside the water, is it the water that restricts the fish, or is the fish afraid of the water?" the dragonfly murmured, her voice gradually weakened, and finally it was silent, only the red lips were still opening and closing, whispering to herself.

The moon shadow is silent, the water is quiet, this night, there is a person watching the fish swimming in the water, and a person looking at the candlelight on the table.

"Smack!"

The lamp flame jumped, and a moth crashed into the firelight, was ignited with its wings, fell into the lamp, struggled for a long time, completely wet its wings, and finally got tired and drowned in the lamp oil.

Jimo woke up suddenly, the candlelight was still there, but a touch of white bloomed outside the window, and he sat all night.

During this period, he felt Sudoku, but he couldn't get out of the world of lights, he thought a lot this night, and he didn't have enlightenment, but it was better than enlightenment.

The realm has not risen, the state of mind has improved, and at the same time, his strength is stronger at the moment, and at this moment, he is thirty percent stronger than before.

His state of mind was re-stabilized, knowing that he was on the verge of falling into a demonic obstacle, and that enlightenment was also risky, and once his mind was restless, he would produce a demonic obstacle, and if he couldn't get out, he might be trapped for a lifetime, or he might go mad.

The ogre old man is crazy, and even the most holy can't escape, not to mention the cultivation of Jimo.

If it weren't for the moth to the fire, Jimo might have gone mad or trapped himself for the rest of his life.

Turning his head to look at the window, the dragonfly had also stood all night, and at this moment its delicate body trembled slightly, as if it felt very cold.

Jimo was stunned, and slowly walked to the window, only to see that the dragonfly's face was pale, her jade lips were constantly trembling, covered with a layer of frost, her eyes were dull, and she was still looking at the stream by the window.

Jimo frowned, took off his green clothes, and gently draped it on the dragonfly's shoulder, but felt the cold oozing bones on the dragonfly's shoulder, this coldness shocked Jimo's soul, and almost took the dragonfly as Yanran.

His lips trembled, Jimo turned around, but suddenly heard a slight sound, the dragonfly's delicate body fell crookedly, her eyes were closed, and the green clothes draped over her shoulders slipped to the ground.

Jimo didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly held Dragonfly's shoulder, worried that she would fall to the ground, but now Dragonfly was completely unconscious and couldn't help herself at all.

With a low sigh, Jimo rolled up his green clothes, picked up the dragonfly, pushed open the wooden door next to him, and put her on the wooden bed.

I got up at a loss and wanted to turn away, but I felt that it was really inauthentic to do so, so I turned my head to look at the dragonfly, only to see that in a short time, several gray gases climbed on the dragonfly's forehead.

"Death!" Jimo was shocked, the dragonfly was safe and sound yesterday, but it was just one night, why did it become like this, and his whole body was dead.

Even if a mortal is in his twilight years, it is difficult to have such a huge amount of dead air, how can a dragonfly monk be entangled in dead qi if he cultivates in harmony.

Only in the moment when Jimo hesitated, the dead air had climbed up to the center of the dragonfly's eyebrows, and the dragonfly's breathing suddenly weakened, and it was difficult to hear it again.

Jimo's expression changed slightly, pinched his fingers, and put the vitality into the dragonfly's body, and the huge vitality poured into the dragonfly, and the big beads of sweat rolled down Jimo's forehead, and even the skin of his mouth was trembling, like a serious illness.

After a long time, he finally intercepted the dead air, drove the dead qi away from the dragonfly's eyebrows, rushed to his shoulder, raised his fingers to cut the jade skin, and forced the dead qi out.

The huge dead air overflowed the dragonfly jade body, and it directly corroded the wooden bed, which was slightly shocked, when did the dragonfly have such a huge dead air in the body, this dead air, if it really invaded the dragonfly sea, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Slowly retracting his fingers, the wound on the dragonfly's shoulder healed, and Mo breathed a sigh of relief, although he and the dragonfly were not deep friends, they were also friends, and it was impossible to watch the dragonfly be infected by death.

He waved his sleeves to dispel the dead air that had been congested at the head of the bed, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, settled down, and about an hour later, when he opened his eyes again, he found that the dragonfly had sat up, raised a pair of starry eyes, and stared straight at him, as if to see him through.

"The fairy woke up?" Jimo touched his nose, not knowing where to start.

The dragonfly shook its head and spit out a wonderful sound, such as the Nine Heavens Xuanyin, which was beautiful and wonderful, and said, "Thank you, Brother Mo." ”

"The fairy doesn't have a way to continue his life, and half a year has passed, why did he suddenly get sick. Jimo remembered that Dragonfly had said that she only had half a year to live.

However, she had found a treasure to replace the dragon's blood and was able to continue her life, so where did this death come from?

"Fish can't live without water, but fish are already afraid of water. The dragonfly pursed her lips, pitiful.

It's not that she's being hypocritical, on the contrary, Jimo feels the truth, and he can feel that the dragonfly at this moment seems to be more real than that stunner.

If it is a real dragonfly, it should be innocent, like a little girl, Chu Chu is moving.

Jimo was puzzled, but seeing that Dragonfly didn't explain, it was not easy to ask, who didn't have a few secrets, not to mention that between him and Dragonfly, it was just a simple friend.

It's not that I'm afraid of refining the heart, and even Mo has never said black beads, it's not that I don't want to let the heart of the heart be contaminated with trouble, the treasures are attractive, and the heart of the heart has no mind, which doesn't mean that others don't have it.

After thinking deeply, I didn't come back to my senses until I found that the dragonfly had walked out of the house, and Tsing Yi was still on the bed, a little cold.

Jimo put on a green coat and walked slowly outside the house, and found that the dragonfly had changed his life's clothes, wearing phoenix armor, heroic posture, and a woman's bearing, which made Jimo almost lose his mind.

"What's the matter, Brother Mo doesn't want to go to Helan Ministry? If it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that the Flying Immortal Pool has been opened, and there will be no chance for you and me. Dragonfly laughed.

Jimo smiled and nodded, walked to the other room, pushed the door and there was a barbarian golden light, but as the door was fully opened, the golden light disappeared, Xu had a golden light, and the room was very clean.

There was also a wooden bed in the room, but on the bed sat an old man cross-legged, his eyes closed, his old age like a clock, and the hair on his head was almost gone.

The old man painted a seal in barbarian script, very mysterious, holding a scepter in his hand, the scepter is very exquisite, carved with dragon patterns, and the top of the scepter is engraved with a black dragon that wants to take off.

"Priest?" Dragonfly was slightly surprised, obviously recognizing the identity of the old man.

The barbarians believe in totem culture, each tribe has a totem, the totem of the ancient dragon clan is a black dragon, and the scepter held by the old man is a symbol of tribal power, which can only be controlled by priests.

"This is the priest of the Ancient Dragons. The dragonfly walked around the old man, and her eyes flashed, and she recognized the old man's identity.

"Not bad. Jimo nodded, this should be Yu's grandfather, the last priest of the ancient dragon clan, Yu Yuan.

"It's just that this person has already sat down, and Brother Mo is here, could it be that he is looking for him?"

Jimo bowed his head, and told the dragonfly what the barbarian had asked for at the beginning, and then moved the old man carefully.

Unexpectedly, the old man looked thin, there were hundreds of catties, and as he lifted the old man, an animal skin was drawn out of his arms.

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