Time passed day by day, and since the last time he killed the disciples of the Xinghai Sect such as Yu Jianguo, Chu Mo slowly walked among the green mountains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Edgeworth flying?

If I'm flying with Edgeworth for a long time these days, I'm afraid I'll be able to cross the entire Northern Regions!

Wouldn't it take a while for Jun Wuxian to find himself?

Therefore, since that day, Chu Mo has rarely traveled with a sword, admiring the beautiful scenery along the way in this immortal cultivation realm, but even more so to wait for the innocent ****!

It took three whole days for this Chu Mo to walk out of this endless green mountain, and he didn't know what place it was, at least, Chu Mo didn't know what kind of place it was!

As soon as you come out of the endless mountains, you will see a small lake, and the breeze will slowly pass by, causing a ripple on the surface of the lake.

"Lake, there is such a lake at the foot of these mountains, it's rare to arrive!" With a hint of a smile on his face, he turned and left, but when he saw the house made of thatched huts by the lake, his brow furrowed!

In front of the door of the house were the few sporadic chairs, but on the edge of the roof hung a canvas made of linen, embroidered: Tea!

At the foot of these mountains, there are no people, and there is this tea house in this place!

It's really weird!

Is there any business in this place?

Now, in this tea house, on the seat, an old man is lying leisurely, holding a dumpling fan, so leisurely!

His brows furrowed slightly, but the steps that originally wanted to leave moved, he didn't leave, but came to this tea house and sat down!

"Old man, would you like a pot of tea?" His face was calm, but Chu Mo sat down indifferently, and the moment he sat down, the old man who had his eyes slightly closed opened his eyes and looked at him!

"No one has come here in Qingqiu Lake for a long time, so let the old man pour a cup of tea!" Lao Suo's voice seemed a little vicissitudes, and it wasn't until this old man stood up that Chu Mo found that this old man was extremely thin, as if a breeze would blow him down.

Chu Mo didn't speak, but looked at Lao Su quietly until he put the cup of tea in front of him.

Although he asked for a cup of tea, Chu Mo didn't move, nor did he look at it, but looked at the old man: "Tea, it's good tea!"

"It's really good tea!" Lao Suo leaned over, but he went to lie down on the recliner again, and then closed his eyes, but when he heard Chu Mo's words, he still said lightly after all.

"Is this tea the water of Qingqiu Lake?" Chu Mo glanced at Lao Suo, but he looked at Qingqiu Lake: "It's a good lake!"

"Do you know this lake?" This time, the old man opened his eyes and looked directly at Chu Mo, and there were ripples in his cloudy eyes.

"You said that no one has come to this Qingqiu Lake for a long time!" Chu Mo smiled faintly.

"Yes! Yes, I have said this!" The old man had a look of chagrin on his face: "This person, when he is old, this memory is not good!"

"The old man is not an ordinary person, right?" Chu Mo stared at the old man tightly, although he did not notice the slightest fluctuation of aura from this old man, but Chu Mo knew that this old man was not simple!

In this empty and uninhabited mountains, this deserted Qingqiu Lakeside teahouse, this old man, I'm afraid he has been here for a long time!

What ordinary person can have such perseverance? And what ordinary person can endure this loneliness!

Hearing this, the old man's own cloudy eyeballs flashed with a flash of essence, and the pair of eyeballs were as deep as the starry sky, and then, the old man closed his eyes and lay down leisurely, and said with a smile: "Young man, say it, ask whatever you want!"

Chu Mo was slightly stunned, this old man's topic changed a little too quickly, it stands to reason that he said this, this old man should have answered, but he was good, he asked himself directly what he wanted to ask!

Yes, I do have something to ask!

In that case, why do you need to beat around the bush?

"You said that no one has come to Qingqiu Lake for a long time, how long has it been!" His eyes were a little persecutive, and at the moment when he just saw this Qingqiu Lake, Chu Mo had a strange feeling in his heart, which he had never felt before!

"It's been a long time, but I don't know that no one has been here since I can remember!" the old man seemed to be caught in a reminiscence, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Then why are you here? Since there is no one, why don't you leave!"

A place where no one has come for a long time, but there is an old man who opens a tea house here?

Qingqiu Lake is strange, this old man is even weirder!

"It's not that you can't go, but you can't go!"

"Why?" Chu Mo didn't move, but his eyes were staring at the old man tightly, the more mysterious he was, the more he wanted to know!

"Do you see that mountain?" Lao Suo didn't open his eyes, raised his wrinkled arm, and pointed in the direction of the Qingqiu Lake, where there was really a hill a hundred miles away!

The mountain is not high! It is not a hundred feet, but it is shrouded in a cloud and mist, and only the top of the mountain is exposed!

At the top of the mountain, there is an ancient tree!

The tree is only a few dozen battles, the whole body is withered and yellow, and the dead leaves are scattered, although it is a hundred miles away, but it is particularly conspicuous!

Not only the tree, but also the hundred zhang peaks are all withered and yellow, full of lifelessness, as if it is the old man in the twilight!

"What does it have to do with it?" Chu Mo frowned, now it's not just the old monster, the Qingqiu Lake monster, this mountain is also weird!

"The name of that mountain is Qingqiu Mountain, and the tree on the top of the mountain is called Bodhi, and I am guarding that mountain and that tree, so I can't leave!"

Chu Mo's brows furrowed more and more: "Qingqiu Mountain, Bodhi Tree, at this time, the two have withered and are about to die, how can you protect them?"

"Wait!"

"Wait, wait, what?"

"Wait for someone who can save this Qingqiu Mountain and this Bodhi Tree!" the old man's voice seemed a little vicissitudes but ruthless!

"How can I save it?"

"I don't know!" Lao Suo sighed lightly: "At the beginning of memory, three liters of Sanhao Qingqiu Lake water a day, hiking a hundred miles, climbing one hundred and thirty-three zhang of the peak, watering the roots of the Bodhi tree with the water of this Qingqiu Lake, barely letting this Qingqiu Mountain, this Bodhi tree slow down the withering, but it is too late!"

"Why?"

"The vitality of the Bodhi tree has spread to the main trunk, once the Bodhi tree is completely dead, Qingqiu Mountain will be lifeless!"

His gaze condensed on the Qingqiu Mountain and the Bodhi Tree, at this moment, Chu Mo's eyes were quite complicated, and he didn't know why he had such indescribable emotions.

Three liters of Sanhao Qingqiu Lake, hiking for a hundred miles, climbing the peak of one hundred and thirty-three zhang, day after day, year after year, how long has this old man persevered?" Chu Mo didn't know, but he knew that it must be very long!

Why, why is this old man willing to repeat such a sword thing for the sake of this mountain, this tree, and this life?

Why, exactly?