There is a thatched hut on top of the green hill, and two linden trees are planted in front of the house. At this time, it was early morning, the spring of the Supreme Immortal Realm, the air was refreshing and slightly cool, and the clouds and mist on the mountain were gently surging, peaceful and peaceful.

With a pleasant roar, the cyan bird folded its slender wings and landed on the green grass, and a woman in a red power suit jumped off its back. This woman's appearance is outstanding, but she is not as soft as ordinary women, but heroic, with a habitual bad smile between her eyebrows, and her slender waist is swaying lightly between her steps, which is a little seductive.

In front of the thatched house, the woman in red pushed the door and entered. There was a wooden bed in the room, and on the bed lay an unconscious young man, and next to it, there was a fairy beauty who was completely different from the style of the wooden house, and her eyes were silent with a worried face.

"Don't wake up yet, is this to learn from Lao Wang Ba to sleep for tens of millions of days?" Qianyao pursed her lips, stepped forward and pinched the comatose man's cheek, and then opened his eyes and took a closer look before shaking her head and stopping.

Yun Qi on the side sighed softly and said, "He has stayed in the Yellow Spring for no less than ten breaths, but I am afraid that his soul will be injured and will need a long time to recover." It's just that after the water of the yellow spring washes away, I don't know what he will forget. ”

Qianyao sat down at the head of the bed, kneading He Yi's face casually, and said with a smile: "Needless to say, the more important it is, the faster you forget, you must forget your sister." That's good, so that the story will be more interesting. ”

"You're really ......" Yun Qi was a little displeased, brushed open the wooden door and walked out.

Seeing this, Qian Yao stretched out her hand and tapped twice on He Yi's chest, and the dragon king's essence penetrated through his clothes, bringing a lot of vitality. Then she went out of the house briskly, without even closing the door, and went to talk to Yun Qi.

He Yi in the room continued to sleep, oblivious to the length of time, like a living dead.

Time will not stop for anyone, the sun in the fairy world rises and falls, the wildflowers outside the house bloom and fail, defeat and bloom, and the Bodhi seeds on the Bodhi tree also fall all over the ground and no one picks them up.

A few days later, a red dragon flew from the south, with a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old and a dark golden ant, and became a long-term resident of this mountain.

Saying that this is a mountain is actually just a small bulge on a huge mountain.

Since Lori came, Yun Qi has come less, but Qianyao will come over every morning, and from time to time give He Yidu, who is in a coma, a wisp of dragon king essence to help him recover. Occasionally, Liu Shangxuan, who had already entered the realm of emptiness, would also come to check his condition, and floated away without saying a word.

The years continued to move forward, Lori practiced every day under the Bodhi tree on the left in front of the house, Xiao Yi ran around, but he would also come back every day, fanning his little wings to fly to the tip of He Yi's nose for a while.

Day after day, I don't know how many days have passed. One afternoon, Lin Yanzhi came. He came with a smile on his face, but when he entered the house, he fell silent again, and stood for several hours before he came out with a sigh.

Wuliang Mountain is the place of cultivation of the Wuliang Immortal Venerable, and it is also the place where the dragon clan of the Supreme Immortal Realm lives. Here, you can see real dragons of different sizes and colors flying around at any time, among which the powerful ones are all powerful kings, even if they are weak, they are almost all in the Qingming Realm. With such a scenery, you will never find a second place in the world.

It's a pity that not many people will appreciate the special scenery, because there are only a few hundred people who can live on the Wuliang Mountain, except for the dragon family.

This giant mountain, which is as big as a small world, has an incredible aura, and it is supported by the growing strength of the dragon clan with immeasurable merits. And Lori was allowed to live here, and her cultivation was also a rapid progress, and she was promoted very quickly. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are no ordinary words on the Infinite Mountain, and any life that has opened its mind has a unique place, whether it is flowers or grass, or ants and caterpillars, it is no exception.

He Yi's consciousness had always been immersed in darkness, and the dark world could not feel the existence of time and space, so he did not know how long he had been unconscious. But he knew that he was going from birth to death, and from death to life, and at this moment he was going through a special process that no one else could ever go through—resurrection!

In the dark, there is not much he can do, he can only keep telling himself that he can't die now, and there is still a very important thing to complete, and he must come back to life!

He couldn't remember what it was. A vague impression told him that it was something that had been forgotten after being baptized by the water of the Yellow Spring, and that it was very important.

repeatedly adhered to the belief in immortality, maybe thousands of times, maybe hundreds of billions of times, until one day, he felt a trace of strangeness, from the body, from the outside world!

The soul and the body finally merged together perfectly, and the unchanging dark world was filled with misty light. A thought flashed through his mind, and he opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is a roof made of wooden shelves and thatch, and if you look at it on the left, you can see the wooden wall on one side, and on the right side, it is also a wooden wall, and nothing else.

"Where is this?" he muttered subconsciously and sat up with his body propped up.

It feels like the strength of the physical body is stronger than before, but the cultivation is still at the level of the Qingming Realm, and there is no inch of progress.

With a bang, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Before he could see who had opened the door, he felt a weight in front of him, and a cold body threw himself into his arms.

"You're finally alive~"

The girl cried with joy, and the emotions that she had held back for a long time exploded for a while, and she cried without scruples, as if a little girl who had been greatly wronged had found support.

The familiar coldness and weight made He Yi feel warm and smile. He patted Lori's tender back, gently soothed, and said softly: "Yes, I don't want to die so soon, otherwise there will be no one to laugh with you." ”

Xiao Yi fell silently on Lori's hair, seizing the position of his field of vision, He Yi flicked its little head, and said with a smile: "And you, I have to take care of the food." ”

The little one was satisfied, flapping his wings and landing on his left shoulder, regaining a familiar feeling.

Not long after, this thatched house welcomed several big people. Yun Qi, Qian Yao, Lin Yanzhi, and Bingyan Fairy's heart fire incarnations arrived almost at the same time, and the small room was crowded for a while.

And Lori was still in his arms, and she was not ashamed of the four kings of the Mysterious Realm behind her, and buried her head in He Yi's arms, her little hands hugged tightly.

When He Yi saw these four people, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then he was stunned for a while before he said: "Here, it shouldn't be Wuliang Mountain, right?

Qian Yao laughed jokingly: "You still look down on yourself, do you think that Immortal Venerable will rebel against the destiny of heaven for you?"

"Not Immortal Venerable?" He Yi was even more surprised. He clearly remembered that he had set foot on the Yellow Spring, with the current cultivation of the Qingming Realm, even the supreme of Ming Silence cultivation might be difficult to rescue him from reincarnation, except for the Immortal Venerable, could anyone else do it?

Seeing that he was puzzled, the Ice Flame Fairy explained with a smile: "It is indeed the 'Master' who retrieved your soul, and this is also Wuliang Mountain. I almost killed you that day, and I didn't have time to save you, so you won't hate me, right?"

He Yi shook his head and replied: "There is nothing to hate, whether it is you or King Xun, there is no need." It's me who is too weak. ”

He doesn't hate King Xun, that's the truth. Originally, he was the one who took the initiative to cause trouble, and the seventh grandson of King Xun was also killed by him with his own hands, and he would be retaliated against, and he had nothing to say. It's just that the sense of horror shrouded in shadows at that time, he is still a little scared when he thinks about it now.

He was very fortunate to be able to be recaptured by the Immeasurable Immortal Venerable, and even more fortunate that after he woke up, he was not alone in the cold.

"Actually, you're not weak. Yun Qi said lightly, and then added: "Don't force yourself too much." ”

He Yi's heart trembled, and he was overjoyed. It is only now that he has finally received this recognition, and he is sincerely happy. But he couldn't remember for a moment why he wanted this recognition.

"I see, I've forgotten something......" he said blankly, clearly aware that something was missing in the depths of his soul, and the taste of being stripped of a piece in the consummation was very uncomfortable, like a fish in the throat.

Yun Qi secretly sighed that this was indeed the case, but on the surface, he smiled faintly and said: "Forget it, forget it, since there is no fate, there is no need to be attached." ”

With that, she turned and left.

He Yi felt that his heart was empty, but he didn't understand why. He looked at Lin Yanzhi, who he hadn't seen for a long time, and wondered, "Do you know that right?"

King Ming nodded with a smile and replied, "If you want to know, I can remind you." But there are some things that you know best. ”

The forgotten washed by the Yellow Spring is not a short-term forgetfulness and dilution, but a complete disappearance, almost impossible to recover. He Yi's heart was empty, but he didn't know where to start for a while. After pondering for a long time, he finally asked, "I...... How long have you been in a coma?"

"Two hundred and eighty-seven days, longer than the time you were born until you were in a coma. Lin Yanzhi smiled slightly, and then said: "Mortals spend one-third of their lives sleeping, and pigs sleep two-thirds of the way. Well, you're pretty much the same as a pig. ”

In the face of such a joke, He Yi should have smiled easily, but the appearance of the time of two hundred and eighty-seven days made him subconsciously make a calculation in his heart, and finally he found that he was four days late!

It's late, what's late?

He was stunned for a moment, his heart was in turmoil, as if there was an impetus to force his heart to be anxious, to get out of here quickly, to go to a place he had always wanted to go! In his confusion, he said to himself, "What I have forgotten must be something very important, very, very important." ”

couldn't let go, He Yi's heart was beating eagerly. He stared at Lin Yanzhi with a fixed gaze, and was about to get to the bottom of his doubts and throw out all his doubts, when suddenly, a thought flashed in his heart, and he thought of something.

Grabbing his right hand, Sumeru's space fluctuated slightly, and an old ordinary paper booklet appeared in his hand.

This is his ...... Notes on cultivating immortals.